She carried me from
the apartment in to the street like a cave woman carrying her man.
My struggles were
useless as she carried me to her car where she lowered me to the ground.
I stood teetering on
my heels trying to rearrange my clothing to achieve some degree of modesty and
decorum.
“Right bitch.” My new
Mistress said somewhat aggressively.
“You can either carry
on resisting me. In which case you travel in the boot. Or you can behave like
the docile little slut you really are and travel in the passenger seat.”
It was a no brainer
really.
“Please let me ride
with you Mistress.” I pleaded.
At least I would have
a comfortable ride .I had on a number of occasions been forced in to a boot. It
was both humiliating and very uncomfortable.
My new date smirked
as I slid in to her sports car deliberately displaying my legs and a glimpse of
my panties.
She bent over and
fastened the safety belt around me taking the opportunity to squeeze my breasts
.I shuddered but
again felt a brief moment of pleasure which turned to pain as she pinched my
nipples.
She laughed as I gave
out a little moan.
“Enjoy that you
little tart. We are going to have so much fun when I get you home.”
She sauntered round
to the driver’s side and got in
I realised my seat belt had a lock and there
was no way I could release it.
I was helpless and
trapped with no way out. My stupid girlfriend had let me be taken over by a
really mean woman and I was in for a rough time.
I decided that I
would have to be very submissive and try to please her and this would may be
lessen her natural female aggression.
She drove very fast,
I sat with my legs tightly together.
“I have a really
large bed which you and I are going to have so much fun in.” She laughed.
“Well I am, whether
you do depends on if you please me.”
“After tonight, I
don’t think you will want to go back to your loser of a girlfriend.”
“You will be begging
me to make you my wife.”
I had been thinking I
might be better off without my original date especially as she was responsible
for the mess I was now in.
Equally however I was
not too impressed by my new date who even by the
standards of modern womanhood was showing more than her fair of aggression.
I said nothing.
We arrived at her
house and she came round to open the passenger door, leering at my legs before
roughly pulling me from the car.
She put her arm round
me and dragged me stumbling on my heels inside.
We went in to the
lounge where she pushed me on to the settee before going to a bar in the corner
of the room and pouring two very strong glasses of spirit.
She handed one too
me.
“Drink up.” She
ordered. “It’ll loosen you up.
I did as she
instructed, almost gagging as I swallowed the raw spirit.
She took my glass and
placed it on a table.
The she put her arm
around me and pulled me to her.
“Now for some fun.”
She said mockingly.
She pulled me over
her knee and swiftly pulled my skirt and slip up and my panties down exposing
my bare bottom.
“Let’s hear you
squeal bitch.” She snarled.
And squeal I did as
she gave me a spanking the like of which I had never experienced from a woman
before.
