Her fantasy fulfilled

[Bournemouthmaster2se]

Expedition from Sluts side

I feel like I am dreaming. Last night was the night that I got the reward that Sir had decided to allow happen because of a couple of good weeks of behaviour prior to going on holiday.......
At 20:22 he let me know that he was outside but that he wouldn’t be coming in until 20:30. I’m so glad that I already got out the items which he listed to me earlier before the gym, although I did have to bring them down from the playroom to bed room last minute when Sir told me to have everything laid out in readiness on the bed. I check everything again frantically- rug; towel; water; collar (did he tell me I should be wearing it? I decide probably not as I’ll be leaving the flat soon); cuffs, kitchen roll, two types of lube, the crop, blindfold, hood, a jumper, my inhaler and knickers. I worry that I’ve forgotten something but I know I don’t have very much time before Sir is coming inside. I put on my glasses one last time and check how I look in the mirror. Black leather skirt, black top, hair tied back and vans. I already feel exposed with no underwear on. I’m both nervous and excited, I genuinely haven’t been able to concentrate all day because of the not knowing what’s going to happen. My only certainty is that I trust Sir and that he has my list of limits which I gave to him yesterday. I wonder what I’ll look like later, whether he will completely expose me, remove all my clothing, whether my top will become ripped. The top I’m wearing is tight and has buttons all the way down the front. I wonder if he’ll rip it open and how that will feel. I kneel on the floor on all fours and look in the mirror again, seeing how I look. I slowly lift up the skirt revealing Sir’s uncovered exposed arse. I can’t believe this is going to happen, or whether it even will happen. Will I go ahead with it? Will I call red? Will anyone even be there, wherever “there” is?
The front door opens and makes the hallway door shake as usual. That’s why I always turn any music I’m listening to off a good 10 minutes before I’m expecting Sir, so I can hear him arrive. I quickly take a puff of my inhaler and kneel on the floor by the landing door in front of the staircase. I hear him coming up the steps and he opens the door straight into my knee. It takes a lot not to say “ouch”, and I continue looking down and fiddling with my hands. I always find it really hard to stay still around Sir, especially when he has me sitting in a position waiting for him. I try to keep it internalised so he doesn’t know how nervous I’m feeling but I always end up fidgeting with my hands on my lap. Usually he says good evening, and I’m ready to respond with “good evening Master”. Earlier he told me that anything I say to him tonight must be prefixed or suffixed with Sir or Master. I am ready for that and determined not to slip up. He doesn’t say hello. He walks straight past me, all I see is he feet, into the kitchen. I don’t know what he’s doing in there. He then walks out of the kitchen into my bedroom, again not even acknowledging me until he makes me feel like he is pleased for laying everything out on the bed. When he tells me to stand up and come towards him I made a conscious effort not to look at him in the eyes. It’s a good thing he’s taller than me because it makes it so much easier. He asks where the handcuffs are. Shit, I completely forgot. I even made a list of everything and ticked it all off earlier this afternoon, but I didn’t put the handcuffs on the list. He inspects me and pulls up the skirt exposing his arse, right where I was kneeling doing the same not more than 10 minutes previously. He tells me to sit on the bed and he goes through instructions, rules and reassurances for tonight. All the while he is pacing back and forth in the bedroom. He goes through the hard limits I provided and misses off no anal. When I bring this to his attention he said it is his limit anyway. Good. He then tells me that when we arrive near the destination he will give me an opportunity to decide not to proceed (although it can obviously stop
at any point), he calls it “the point of no return”. My heart is beating fast and my clit is still tingly as it has been all day. I’m over-thinking what he means by the “point of no return” so I ask for clarification. He explains to me that it is the point where after that, I may have been seen by people. I understand. He reminds me of the protocol to walk a couple of strides behind him. He then pushes me to my back, legs bent and starts to lick me. It excites me but not half as much as when he slowly pushes his finger inside. I wish he would just make me cum right now. He allows me to go to the toilet before the trip, my tummy feels a bit funny but I think it’s just nerves. Halfway down the staircase on the way out to the car I ask to go to the toilet again. I started thinking about how long it might be before I go to the toilet again and I remember the multiple energy drinks that I had this afternoon and early evening. Thankfully he lets me go and I try to run up the stairs but struggle doing so when trying to also face him.
I follow him two strides behind when walking out to the car. I don’t know how close he has parked and I’m carrying the bag with the collar, cuffs and crop in it. I can’t decide whether to follow directly behind him or to the side, and if to the side then to which side? I follow straight behind and he doesn’t look around. When we get to the car I wait as he opens the boot and places the plastic bags inside except for the one with the collar and other items which are to come inside the car. I notice the tarpaulin and sheet in the boot which isn’t a surprise as he sent me a picture with them in already. He then opens up the back door on the passenger side of the car and I get in. He had been joking (or at least I thought he was) earlier about placing a plastic bin liner down on his car seat for me, and I can’t believe he actually has done that. As I sit down in the car I feel embarrassed with him watching me sit down. I feel humiliated but am also struggling to hold back a smirk so I make sure to angle my face down, hoping he can’t see. He then walks around the car, getting into the driver’s seat and hands to me the blindfold, telling me to put it on. I already feel like I’m entering sub-zone. my vanilla self doesn’t speak to me at all, she doesn’t object or worry whether any passers-by will be able to see inside the car despite the black-out windows. I am excited, knowing this is the beginning, wondering what will have happened to me by the next time I am able to see anything. Sir doesn’t say a word to me as he pulls away and puts the music on. I don’t know what the music is, but I know Sir has picked it out specifically for the journey, so I make sure to focus and listen to the lyrics carefully. At the end of the first song, Sir pulls over the car. I think we are near the pub but I have no idea, it feels like there was quite a few turns before so I really have no idea. It felt like we went over a s***d bump or something. I don’t really care where we are though. Sir tells me to hold the blindfold as he places the hood over my head. He then puts the collar around my neck. It feels really tight. I feel a bit of panic rise in my chest as I test out how the collar feels around my neck when I am breathing deeply, moving my head about. I like it tight though. But that doesn’t stop the momentary panic. Sir then tells me to put out my wrists and he initially attaches the metal handcuffs before removing these completely and simply putting on the wrist cuffs. I prefer that, although it makes me wonder what the cufflinks were for. When Sir handed them to me after my holiday, he said to me that they would be used for the expedition, but not for the reason that I was probably thinking of. The only reasons I could think of a use for them was for my wrists, perhaps around something, or to attach me to Sir (which I didn’t actually think would be happen). All the while, the car is making that an annoying beeping noise because the front door is open as Sir got out the drivers seat to sit in the back to put the cuffs on because I was failing at doing it myself. If we are at the pub, I wonder if anyone can see me, hooded wearing the collar with the driver-side back door open. Can they hear the beeping noise and is it attracting attention? It doesn’t matter I realise, as it’s not like they could
tell who is beneath the hood anyway. Sir gets back in the front and the journey continues. The music is really loud and I am overanalysing every single lyric for a hidden meaning. I am entering this really weird mindset where the songs begin to merge together. I’ve never been driven like this before. I wonder if this is what life must be like to be blind...and have a very mute driver who makes you sit in the back and doesn’t allow you to wear underwear. Sir doesn’t say a word at all. It’s not unsettling, I feel like he is concentrating on driving and giving me space to think. I think about a lot of things on the journey and I’m so worried about needing the toilet that I consider asking Sir to pull over somewhere before we get there. How long will we be and why did I drink so much earlier today!? Oh well, lesson learnt for next time. Why am I even thinking about a next time anyway, I don’t even know what’s going to happen tonight (if I go through with it) and whether Sir or I will like it enough for there to even be a next time. The car drives over two lots of cattle grids in relatively quick succession and I immediately know we aren’t at where I was adamant we’d be going, although I really hoped not, I thought it would be cold and the sand wouldn’t be very appropriate, do these type of things happen there anyway?. We are somewhere in the Forest. My breath hitches and the knot in my upper chest grows. The collar suddenly feels very tight and I am trying very hard to control my breathing. The car stops and Sir gets out. I worry that this is what he was talking about, that he would be leaving the car for a short while but never be more than a few seconds running distance away from the car. I am confused why he has just gotten out of the car without telling me that he will be back shortly. And then he opens up my door, I was obviously getting worried for nothing, I should know that he would have told me if that was when he was leaving me. He comes very close to me, telling me that this is the point of no return and asking if I am sure. I am so nervous of the unknown that I can’t even bring myself to say yes, I just nod. Sir pulls down my top so his tits are exposed and he then feels his cunt. It is so wet. I am so embarrassed. I didn’t realise it was wet at all, let alone this wet. Sir has barely even touched me! Sir gets back in the car and starts to drive. I have no idea what is happening. All I know is that this is beyond the point of no return and that means that people might see me, they might have even already seen me. Sir slows the car down and opens the passenger window on the other side of the car. He is going very slowly. I can just about see light of the tiny gap under the blindfold and hood. Yellow light. I feel like we are somewhere like a car park with street lamps. Maybe it’s where they all meet. The window right next to me then opens, and I feel like I can hear talking. Did I just hear a whistle or am I imagining things? The yellow light suddenly disappears and I realise it was the car’s interior lights... Sir was lighting me up, someone must have seen.
Sir suddenly drives a bit faster and then manoeuvres the car, reversing into where he turns off the engine. I suddenly feel very, very lightheaded. I can’t control my breathing at all, it feels so jagged. I wonder if I’m actually going to faint from the excitement, or the pure *** of the unknown. The next hour (or however long it was) become a blur from the moment Sir opens the back driver-side window and I realise we are not alone. “Very nice” the man says. I feel so creeped out, that he can see me and I can’t see him. Then again, I don’t want him to see me, or me to see him. My body is prickling at the thought of being stared at, by a complete stranger, in this state of undress. Sir tells him to move around to my side of the car. This is all so sudden. The man’s voice is so close to me now. I don’t notice what he is saying, I’m listening for Sir, who tells the man to go ahead and touch me. His hands are soft when they touch Sir’s tits. Soft and gentle. Nothing like Sir. I remember the time in the hotel when Sir blindfolded and hooded me and told me to explore his body, front and back, head to toe, to feel his body so that one day I would know just by his touch, breathing, scent
and presence whether it was him. The gentleness of the man’s hands fondling Sir’s tits is almost tickly. It’s nothing like the rough pinching and holding that I crave. But that doesn’t mean I’m not turned on. I am turned on. Sir is letting this absolute stranger touch me and he is watching, telling the man to do more! Sir decides to get me out of the car and I lose my balance a bit getting out. I still feel a bit light- headed. Sir un-clips the wrist cuffs which release me from the seat belt and he tells me to take the man’s cock in my hand. I do. It doesn’t feel as weird as I imagined it feeling, Sir is making me feel comfortable. I know he will look after me and he wants me to get the most out of this. Sir tells me to lean back against the car as he pulls up my skirt and tells the man to taste Sir’s cunt. He crouches down and starts licking my clit. It feels ok, but that’s not what is turning me on here. What is turning me on is Sir letting this man use me, taste Sir’s cunt, finger me. Sir decides that we will move, and he gets what he needs to out of the car boot. I feel nervous being left in close presence with the man. He’s shorter than me, I can tell. But age, looks, experience, I have no idea and I don’t really care. For some reason, that is turning me on even more. Sir leads me into the forest, we don’t go too far away from the car. I hear him laying down things on the ground and I am told to get on all fours. The man fingers Sir’s cunt. Then, when I am moved to lying on my back he continues to lick my clit. He seems to be enjoying it, he says he’s missed it. He keeps on thanking Sir. On my back Sir kneels near by hear and guides my hand to his cock, I think he’s undone his trousers so I’m rubbing him over his boxers. I really really want him in my mouth. At one point I can’t hear the ground moving anymore where I thought Sir was stood, I can’t hear him breathing. “Sir?”... he tells me “I’m here slut”. I relax a bit, of course he is, but it felt like a while since I had heard him and my breathing seems loud inside the hood. Sir tells the man he can use Sir’s mouth or cunt if he wants to. The man says he’s enjoying doing what he is doing, but I then take him in my mouth. His cock feels weird in the condom and it feels alien. I literally know nothing about this man and his cock is in my mouth and Sir is watching. Sir says we have an audience. I didn’t hear anyone approach, I wonder how many people have arrived now, are they watching, are the nearby or in the distance? So many questions, but oddly enough, not knowing the answers turns me on even more. Sir tells the man that he can have me first! The man fucks me in doggy position and before I know what is happening, Sir is telling me to please another man stood in front of me. I take the mans cock in my hand whilst I am being fucked from behind. The fucking felt normal I guess. The man was definitely shorter than me, I have to spread my legs really wide so that I am the right height for him. The man wants Sir’s tits out and Sir pulls my hands out of the straps and pulls the top down. I feel so exposed now, literally all I have covering me is my top and shirt both sitting around my tummy. And at least two men are seeing me like this and Sir. Sir tells the man who’s cock I am holding that he can put it in his mouth if he wants. He kneels in front of me and puts his cock in my mouth whilst I am still being fucked from behind. I am being fucked harder now, I think the man is nearer to climax. I struggle sucking the man’s cock whilst my whole body is being pushed back and forth. I’m sure that I’m probably doing a terrible job. When the man fucking Sir’s cunt cums he crumbles over my back. He’s then really careful when he takes his cock out, making sure to hold the top of the condom. Sir hasn’t made me think he’s not around again, he is constantly saying things. I’m quite sure that I’m only wet because of the fact I am here with Sir and what he is saying. I am proud to be his slut and for all these strangers to know that I answer to that, and that I only answer to him. When the men ask me questions, I don’t answer, as instructed by Sir. I wait until Sir tells me “the man asked you a question slut”. I take that as permission to answer the question. I like calling Sir Sir in front of these strangers. I am making sure I don’t accidentally not say it, as I think I’d be in a lot of trouble for that. The man who was in my mouth then moves to Sir’s cunt. His cock is quite wide, but doesn’t feel anything
special. It just feels like Sir’s cunt is being fucked by a stranger whilst Sir is onlooking. Another man kneels down and puts his cock in Sir’s mouth. His penis feels narrower and the condom tastes extra rubbery. I keep trying to moisten my mouth which is so so dry from all the nervous excitement. There are definitely more men around now, although I can’t tell how many. I think there are maybe 4 men from distinguishable voices talking. Some of them seem to know each other. They are even having a bit of a laugh and Sir is getting involved their banter. That just adds to it, that he’s stood there talking to these men whilst this is happening to me. I barely even notice the second man to fuck Sir’s cunt cum. He just pulls out. Sir asks if he’s finished, I think he said yes. The man who’s cock was in Sir’s mouth tries to fuck Sir’s cunt but he can’t get in so he moves back to Sir’s mouth. He quickly goes flaccid when he tells Sir he thinks maybe I am 35 years old! In deep sub-zone I really don’t even care. It’s so disorientating not being able to see anything. I love hearing Sir speak to the other men. When Sir speaks, I zone out from what else is happening to me. I listen to his every single word. I feel so proud to be his. Somehow, in the middle of everything that is happening with strangers around, I feel even more completely like his and I am so glad that he makes it abundantly clear to everyone there.
I feel so exposed when Sir tells me to stand up, says to the men that they haven’t had the opportunity to see my body yet. I am blushing so much under this hood, my cheeks feel like they are burning, stood there basically completely naked, not knowing how many eyes are on me, where they are looking. Sir tells me to lie on my back and what felt like quite a long fingering session took place. I preferred the fucking. The men took it in turns to finger me. Hand’s on Sir’s tits, at one point, Sir holding my right leg open. I know it was him, when I tried to resist and close my leg he wouldn’t let me. One of the men seemed quite pleased to get 4 fingers inside Sirs cunt. It didn’t feel great. A couple of the men were better at fingering and Sir asked me if I wanted to cum. I really did want to cum, so I said “yes Sir”. I then struggled to cum! The men kept changing and one of them missed Sir’s cunt when going quite fast and just jabbed me really hard. Someone stuck two of their fingers in Sir’s mouth after they had fingered Sir’s cunt. One of the men asked why I was wearing a hat. One of the men said that you “shouldn’t ask a submissive if she was ok”. I laughed in my head and felt like Sir was probably doing the same. One of the men kept giggling like some immature embarrassed school boy every time Sir said something about/ to me, calling me slut, and me calling him Sir. It was quite amusing. Sir had a cigarette at one point, specifically saying he was doing it to annoy me. Some of the men thought that was rather funny. I hope he enjoyed that cigarette whilst watching what he was allowing strangers to do to his property. It didn’t annoy me, I don’t think Sir could have done much that would have annoyed me. Telling all the men that he was specifically doing it to annoy me was quite humiliating as in all truthfulness even if I really didn’t want him to have it, I couldn’t have done anything about it to stop him. It kindof turned me on to know I couldn’t stop it and that all these men knew he was doing it to annoy me and that I couldn’t stop him. One of the men wanted to fuck Sir’s cunt or mouth without a condom on. Sir said absolutely not. When I was on all fours again, one of the men slapped Sir’s arse very hard about 5 times. I think harder than Sir has ever slapped his arse. It felt good for someone to be a bit more rough. As long as Sir was watching them and making sure it didn’t get out of hand, which I know he was. We hadn’t discussed whether Sir would allow anyone to slap me, but I guess I didn’t put it down as a limit because it isn’t and if Sir was allowing it and telling them they could only slap me within my bikini line then he must have been ok with it. I was still craving Sir’s touch. I loved it when he told the men that they couldn’t have his arse because he would be having that when we got home. Sir said I made a mess cumming, I
think he lit up the sheet with a torch. I was embarrassed, my cheeks burning again, that these men around had seen me cum like that and make a mess. Turned on my the embarrassment.
Sir asked if I needed some water, which I really did. I felt quite exhausted by this point too. He told me to stand up and I almost fell over when I tried to stand up, giggling as I lost my balance. It felt like I suddenly had a lot of men stood around me, maybe four, with one of them being Sir. I could feel Sir’s hands on me. As well as other hands, holding Sir’s tits, my arms, one of them shoved their finger in Sir’s cunt. One of them decided to attach my left wrist cuff to the collar. Sir lead to me to the car and he unfastened my wrist. When we got to the car he told me that his cunt was bleeding. This didn’t surprise me, as it happens quite a lot especially with aggressive fingering, I don’t know why. I felt a bit embarrassed because if Sir had noticed bleeding what about if any of the other men had also noticed. When Sir said it was probably a good time to go, especially given that, I completely agreed. That isn’t to say that if he told me he was going to give me a drink of water and it was going to continue that I wouldn’t have enjoyed that, I just wanted to do what Sir wanted to do. I heard some cars starting their engines and driving off. One man came up behind me, put his hand up my skirt, squeezed my arse and said “thank you”. The first man came and gave a rather enthusiastic hug saying “thank you” too. I don’t know what they were thanking me for, they should have been thanking Sir and so should I. Someone asked Sir what his name was as they walked off, and Sir wouldn’t give it to them, “it’s Sir” he said.
I was so exhausted in the car journey on the way home. Quite quickly I pulled my hoodie into a ball and hugged it close to me. I was in a complete daze about what had just happened. Sir pulled over and put the rug over me, tucking me in. I felt so content. The songs all merged into one again. Sir pulled over again and got into the back to help take off the cuffs. I was allowed to take off the blindfold and hood. It was nice to see Sir again, and to get the best kiss ever, even if it did taste of smoke. “Daddy’s here now” he says. The entire journey home he has been reaching back every now and again, placing his hand on my knee, at one point rubbing my clit, putting his finger in his cunt. I don’t even remember the walk from the car back into the house when we get home. I think Daddy had his arm around me.
Daddy told me to go and shower straight away once we were back in the house. Crouching down in the shower the hot water feels really good, but what feels even better is when Daddy rubs some shower gel into my back. His hands always feel so nice. I then brushed my teeth too and followed Daddy into the playroom. He fucked his arse. Just as he told those men he would. My knees which are hurting a bit from earlier are pushing into the bed. Daddy always notices even the smallest things when I’m in discomfort even though sometimes I try to hide it. He told me to put one leg up on the bed. Despite everything that had happened earlier, his cunt still got soaking wet from him fucking his arse. He makes me suck his cock for a bit and I’m trying hard not to gag. His balls are wet with the wetness from him cunt. I felt so clean a minute ago after the shower and now I feel so dirty again already. He lies towards the end of the bed and makes me lick his arse. His actual arse. I can’t believe he’s making me do this after everything that has already happened. He takes off the condom, lays me on my back and fucks me hard with my legs in the air. He feels SO much better than all of the cocks earlier. The enjoyment from the cocks earlier was ancillary, it wasn’t necessarily the cocks themselves, it was the circumstances surrounding it. It was knowing that Sir was letting these men use me. But the enjoyment now is solely because of Daddy’s cock, how it feels inside me
and knowing that he is using me. I barely manage to say “Daddy please cum inside me” before he does so, because I’m so out of breath from being pounded. Afterwards we cuddle for a long time on the bed in the playroom and then move to bedroom. I am exhausted, but my brain is wired. There is so much I want to talk about it and I can’t get it all out. It’s strange having Daddy in bed and knowing that he’s staying the night. After he says goodnight he starts to snore really loud.... although apparently he was still awake. I lie there, and cannot fall asleep no matter how hard I’m willing myself to. Usually I fall asleep in under 10 minutes, and it feels like an age since I’ve been trying now. I’m having an internal dilemma about whether or not to go and try and sleep in the playroom. Stood in the doorway holding my pillow, toy mammoth, phone, water and duvet, Daddy asks where I’m going and says he hasn’t even been asleep yet. I feel like I’m about to cry. I decide that it would be much better to spend a night in the same bed rather than sleeping alone, even if I don’t get much sleep. When I get back into bed and Daddy spoons me, his comforting reassuring arms and hands around me, I know I’ve made the right choice.

 

Edited February 23, 2020 by Bournemouthmaster2se
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