Dirty little stories that could happen with Master.

I absolutely love a road trip.  I don’t care if i’m alone or someone else is controlling everything.  This is when i love life most.  This is where i get myself back to who i am.  Life builds a sad tension in me that i don’t want coddle on a daily basis so, i allow myself to let it out when it needs to flow.  It usually comes out during that hormonal flood that comes with the full moon.  No, i’m not a werewolf silly.  It’s just a little PMS stress.  So where was i?  This was going to be a sexy story?

Ah, a road trip by myself…I sometimes need to turn off the radio and let my mind wander through all the stories of ugliness and greed that pinch my brow.  Then no doubt, i begin to feel a sense of loneliness and regret for having so little tolerance.  Then i have a good cry that seems like it won’t ever end.  Then always and ridiculously by surprise, i realize that i have to look for beauty and happiness.  For me to be happy, i only need see the wonder in the world.  It’s my choice – look for ugly and feel bad – look for beauty and feel good.  That’s looking externally and internally as well.  So suddenly, my road trip just became an experience.  I find a sing along, dance in my seat, song on the radio – i really do like the struggle to find a radio station while i travel.  At times it’s frustrating but it’s so nostalgic and there’s always a little different mix of stations in each region; it tells me a little more than the road signs about where i’m driving. 

Gazing out over miles and acres of desert, seeing the purple, cruel jags of ancient plate movement jutting toward the sky in the horizons, black and iron colored lava rocks spelling out urban profanity in the rail beds, i wonder if people stopped just to write or were there really so many travelers stranded on these stretches of road over the years.  I fumble to take a risky little puff from my pipe.  The people around me look stiff in their cars.  I look for contact.  Is there someone out there who is paying attention to me?  Would anyone find me attractive?  Is it possible to meet someone on the freeway anymore.  That rugged man in the big truck is staring but his mouth is tightly in a frown.  I squeeze my cheeks to a smile without showing teeth to see if it’s returned and he turns away.  Yikes.  Oh well.  Hmm good song on… crank it up.  He’s out of sight.  Dance in my seat.  Work the core muscles while i’m at it.  I might as well make this good for me.  I should work my ass and Kegel muscles too.  I want to be a good slut.  I smile and think of Master and the lovely world he’s shown me. 

My mind wanders off in a little spiral of introspection.  I see much more dominating dominates and much more submissive sluts.  I see sluts who would jump at the opportunity to fulfill every one of Master’s wishes.  I see dominants that put in many hours and much money into creating scenes and providing training to mold and create the most base of sluts of their pets, where my Master barely has time to tell me to cum.  Well, when do i have time for him?  But, when we do spend time together, i know he’s my Master and he’s the perfect Master for me.  My mind sticks on His face as He watches me.  This makes my cunt get warm and i start feeling the vibration from large knobby tires of my big Jeep.

The weather is warm and the sun is going down behind me.  The road has stretched out and I’m on cruise control.  I spread my legs and allow the sweat on my thighs to evaporate through the open windows.  One foot up on the door, the other close to the brake, just in case.  Who doesn't enjoy a fresh breeze up their shorts? : )  It blows past my moist thong making me fully aware of the effect of vibration on my clit.  I reach my free hand down to see if the moisture is internal as well.  My fingers slip so easily along my wet lips, they linger, stroking between them, gently parting the kissing lobes.  Ohh, i close my eyes and open them quickly.  Quickly i retreat my hand and clean my fingers with my mouth as i look around.  No one is paying any attention.  I pout with disappointment.

No one can see and mmm i taste good.  I change hands and feel I’m more discrete.  I can reach deeper now with my right hand.  I can part my moist lips easily, feel my swollen g-spot, rub it hard and slide up to my clit to feel its harden and tingle.  No, not yet, there’ll be a terrible mess.  I make sure i’m still driving safely.  Snug behind the trucker line just enough speed to stay out the way, its and easy cruise.  It’s been an easy drive really.  To have come this far and still have a bit of daylight is rare.  The 91 was moving though i was crying as I passed through the heavy traffic of the toll road area.  I didn’t really notice a delay.  Mmmm but now here i was warm and comfortable, my fingers wet from my greedy puss.  An idea pops in my head and i quickly pop my fingers in and out of my mouth to dry them off. 

First, i twist and turn in my seat searching for the high absorbency towels i bought after my first visit with Master.  There!  And, a quick grab to position two of those under my ass.  Next, i do the one handed dig through my overloaded weekend bag.  Which compartment is holding the camera?  Ok now the tricky part.  First, get the phone in camera mode.  Power general focus and position, test shot, look, grimace, test shot, repeat, repeat, ok that will work.  Position my knee to steady the steering wheel when i’m ready, for now just the back up driver.  Camera on the dash, ready to go by my left hand that’s now steering, right hand back to the fun part.  I envision the rescue crew whispering among themselves about her hand actually was still in her snatch when the steering wheel went through chest.  And the one guy is promising to make copies of the pics for the rest.  I laugh to myself and kind of hope someone is watching – if there turned on that is.  I turn on my cb radio to scan just to see if i pick up any trucker talk.  Just some Spanish, that i can’t fully follow.  More cautiously, i begin to stroke the lips of my pussy, they are not as wet.  I’ve scared myself a little but my clit is still so hard.  I push on from underneath and slide my middle finger deep inside, curling it and rubbing back toward my palm.  The rough spongy mound moistens quickly and soon, I’m pushing my hips onto my finger.  I rub inside to outside.  G-spot to clit, my finger slips hard on my cunt.  My breaths are shortening.  I feel the panic of wanting to loose control.  Two, three, four, cars pass on the right but much too fast to pay attention to my escapades.  Just a slow Jeep.  Nothing unusual here, hahaha. 

I bite my lower lip, slow my right hand down and carefully turn the wheel over to my knee as my left had reaches for the camera.  I rest my wrist on top of the steering wheel and aim the camera.  I stoke my finger deep inside and just a few strokes on my clit and with the press of my finger, the electronically created shutter sound snaps at the moisture spurting between my legs.  I quickly turn to the 30 second preview and it’s a blur of flesh save for a single freckle on my meaty thigh.  Damn! Of course the steering wheel.  Try again quick now, your ready anyway, you haven’t stopped rubbing.  Ahhh fuck yes oh click fuck click yes oh oh click again, oh Sir yes I needed that.

I correct my lane position and see that full moon coming up orange and huge behind the hill.  A few more pics of cleaning off my fingers.  Then I put the camera down and rub myself a few times without the camera pressure.  My towels are soaked.  My tension is gone and I have returned to the slut that I am.

I select a few pics that tell the story and email them off to Master.  With each one, I add a little message.  With the first, I tell him i’ll be waiting for Him when He arrives.  I tell Him i’m His cum slut.  I tell Him that i’m His to use however pleases Him.  I tell Him that i taste good.  I tell Him that i want to taste His cum.  He replies by MMS.

“you will my precious cum slut”