(Continued from part 1)
As we drove, I kept glancing at Wendy, checking her face, searching for any signs of anxiety. I didn't need or want her to lose her trust in me, I needed her trust, I depended upon her love. The traffic became denser, and I knew it was time to start. As a large truck came up behind us in the other lane, I cleared my throat. This was no time for weak sounding voice.
"Wendy, I want to see your panties. Pull your dress up for me."
Without hesitation, she hiked her dress up her lovely thighs. She stopped as soon as the pale blue of her boy shorts appeared.
Glancing over I said, "No, Wendy, pull your dress up to your hips, I want to see all of your panties."
My heart felt wild with the desire to touch her as she pulled the hem up to her waist. The seat belt now prevented her from covering the delicate mound of her sex. I checked my side view mirror, the truck was slowly closing the distance between us, and being on the passenger side of my car, the driver would soon have a view of my Wendy exposing herself.
"Wendy, put your hand in your panties and play with yourself." She looked at me with a small smile upon her lips. "Yes, " I said. "You know it excites me when I watch you finger yourself. I want you to do that now."
With a deliberate slowness she pushed her fingers between her stomach and the panties. I took a quick look to see her legs spreading apart as her fingers caressed mound, and explored the valley between. I maintained the distance between the approaching truck and my car, letting Wendy get into her play, then let off the accelerator until the front of the truck was almost mid-point on my car. As I stabilized my speed, I watched the truck. It maintained position with me, and I slowly let it creep forward. When it suddenly stopped advancing and matched my speed I knew the driver had a view of Wendy's activities.
I glanced again at Wendy, her eyes were closed, as she pleasured herself, oblivious of what I had just engineered.
"Are you feeling slutty yet?" I inquired.
"Oh yes, Milady, I am.."
"Not to my satisfaction," I replied. "Finger fuck yourself, slut."
Her expression of sexual enjoyment deepened at my words, and her hand went deeper under her panties, and I knew as soon as her legs spread further apart that she was inside her pussy, complying with my instruction. I decreased my speed again, and the truck crept forward and equalized speed. I knew the driver was now could see directly into the passenger window as Wendy's finger plunged in and out of her pussy.
"Wendy!"
She opened her eyes and looked at me.
"Pull you panties down, and show that trucker what a good slut you are!"
Wendy froze, her eyes widening, and she quickly looked to her right. I could see she was torn as to what to do, but before I could issue another command, she looked forward, closed her eyes, and pulled the top of her panties down to expose he finger working inside her. I alternated looking quickly to the road and back to Wendy. My mouth dropped open as she did the first truly wanton act in her life.
Her legs spread as wide as the car allowed, and she pushed a second finger into her pussy, and started to frantically finger fuck herself. I saw her lips moving, speaking softly. I strained to hear the almost whispered words.
"Fuck me," the words, softly spoken at first gained in volume, "Fuck me, oh God, Milady, Fuck me, Katie, please fuck me."
I checked my rear view mirror for traffic, then stepped on my brake, and quickly ducked behind the truck as it overshot us. Taking the first off-ramp, I looked at Wendy, she was still fucking herself, though not as frantically,
"I want your finger, I want to taste you," I told her. She removed her fingers and offered them to me. As I merged into the frontage road I opened my mouth for her fingers. The taste of her juices gave me more resolve than ever.
As I stopped at a stop light I turned to her. She was breathing rapidly, her face was flushed.
"When I get back on the highway," I told her, "I want to see your tits. I want you to continue fingering yourself for me. I want to see your tits being used." She nodded, leaned forward and unzipped the back of her dress awkwardly, the seatbelt keeping her movements restricted. "I'm getting wet, Wendy. Let’s see if you can get me to the point I want you to touch me." I knew she was grinning at that, and I stepped on the gas, I wanted to be on the highway.
I felt my arms twitch and shake. Damn, I was getting so excited. My stomach felt like I had a thousand butterflies in insane flight. I pressed my left leg against my right and rubbed up and down. Oh, that felt exquisite, not hard enough to make me feel what I wanted, but enough to tantalize me, and urge me on our path. As we crested the top of the on-ramp I could see from the corner of my eye that Wendy was stripping her dress down and pulling the lacy cups of her bra off her nipples. Her pale skin was burning through the periphery of my vision into my imagination.
"Speed, I thought to myself, speed, watch the fucking speed!" I desperately let off the gas as I merged into traffic. I didn't need an accident or a cop right now. "Watch what you are doing, don't be stupid. Take care of your girl."
We eased into the center lane again. I wanted to give Wendy my undivided attention, but I knew if I looked again, I would not want to drive.
"Was that exciting, sweet girl?" I asked.
"Oh, God, Milady." Wendy gasped. "I know he saw me! That was so hot! I'm drenching your seat. I'm so sorry about that."
I grinned. "It's okay, Wendy, you'll clean it later. Now make certain your panties are halfway down. Don't sit on them. And DON'T cum. You are not allowed to."
"Yes, Milady," she said as she wiggled her bottom and slid her panties part way down her thighs. Then she started to finger herself again, her other arm across one breast, the hand holding, massaging, and tweaking the other.
"Talk to me, Wendy," I commanded. "Tell me what is going through your mind."
She took a deep breath, and I could see her head tilt back. I knew she would close her eyes as she talked and finger fucked herself. I had seen her do that so many times before.
"It was so hot, Milady. I know he could see what I was doing, that I was fucking myself. I felt so dirty, so slutty, oh God, it was like when I was a little girl in the backyard with my brothers friend watching me. I wanted him to see me. I wanted him to know he couldn't have me. That I was always too far away for him to touch me. I wanted him to know I was only yours, your property, yours to command.:
She moaned loudly, and I looked to see her stuff three fingers into her pussy. My driving wobbled as I quickly looked back to what I was supposed to be doing. My mouth was dry, and I could feel a fire building between my legs. The feeling was so deliciously, achingly wanted I had to chew on my lower lip. I pressed my legs together tighter, and realized my exit was upon us. I managed to move into the off-ramp lane smoothly, no angry motorists where honky at me.
"Wendy, get presentable. Leave your panties down. You will walk around with them like they are. Clean your fingers, lick them clean."
I could see her hurried movements as she reassembled her clothing, and pulled the zipper of her dress up, As she started to pull the hem of her dress down I stopped her.
"Not yet. Wait until you get out of the car."
I could tell that bothered her. She started to blush at the thought of stepping out of the car with her pussy and ass exposed, but she sat with her dress still up to her waist as I entered the mall parking area, and started to look for a parking spot. I wanted somewhere not in the most traveled areas, but still someplace where Wendy's humiliation at public exposure would be effective.
"Sweet girl, here's what is going to happen," I said as I pulled into a parking spot halfway back from an entrance. "You will behave properly, like a lady. You will not expose yourself to anyone unless you are instructed to do so." She nodded, absorbing my instructions.
"When you get out, adjust your dress. If I raise it you will not react. You will keep me informed about how you feel. If you need your safe word, use it. I will not tolerate any laxness in your discipline, and failing to use your safe word when you need to is a breach of discipline. Do you understand me?"
Wendy, nodded emphatically.
"And if I tell you to suck off a strange man, what will you do?" I asked gently.
She sat, unmoving. Then she closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. "Do you really want to share me, Milady?" Tears appeared at the corners of her eyes.
I leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Silly girl, that is not your concern. That is mine. Your concern is obedience and pleasing me. Is it not?"
"If I say my safe word then, what will you do with me?" her tears were flowing more freely.
"If you say your safe word, I will protect you, my love."
She opened her eyes and looked at me, her lips quivering. "You wouldn't hate me? You wouldn't leave me?"
"I expect full obedience from you to the limit of your ability. IF you have to say your safe word, you have reached the limit of your ability, silly girl. Don't you know me and trust me?"
Her body was quivering with emotion as I told her that, and she leaned toward me.
"No, you haven't yet earned my embrace. Let's go in. Dry your eyes."
Wendy nodded, took a tissue from the container on my console and dabbed at the tears. I carefully examined her face, took the tissue from her and dabbed at a damp cheek. I sat back and looked around the area, we were still alone, surrounded by parked cars. I released both of our seatbelts, then opened my door and got out. I watched her get out of the car and carefully pull the hem of her dress down, smoothing the wrinkles out around her body.
She joined me by the trunk and we started walking toward the mall entrance.
"Milady, my panties, what if they fall down?" she asked.
I didn't break stride as I smiled at her and patted her bottom. "Step out of them and pick them up, what else?"
I knew this was going to be fun.
Continue to part 3