When will I learn?

Seriously, when will I learn? When? We agreed. I agreed. Not true. I SUGGESTED! He will have access to my body whenever and wherever he chooses. I will deny him nothing. Then, what do I do? I pull my skirt down when he tries to lift it. Is this MY ass he wants not expose to the world? No. It is not. It belongs to him since I gave it to him. Hell, I even made him promise to hold me to my word since I often say I want something then change my mind. Last week I pushed him away when he lifted my sweater and started to suck on my nipples. He pulled back and I smirked, forgetting all about our agreement. He, however, had not. He pulled me into the bedroom, had me repeat our

agreement, stood me in the corner with my hands tied behind my back and clipped my nipples with clothespins. After five minutes of scolding me for disobeying him, he unclipped then and I screamed as the blood rushed back to the tips. Then, he sucked them. Hard. You'd like I'd have learned from that. After all, it's only been a week.

So, I tried to pull my skirt down. Wrong move. He opened the car door, pushed my shoulders down, my skirt up. Now I was fully exposed if anyone were to pull up next to us in the parking lot. He held me down, my ass bare and up, my face red, but I knew better than to complain. I gasped as his hand came down. again. again. again. I couldn't help myself, but I began to squirm and kick my feet, dancing from one foot to the other.
He, naturally, ignored this and went right on spanking me. I heard several cars honk their horns and I cried in both pain and humiliation, knowing strangers were witness to my punishment. Finally, when my bottom was hot and my face hotter, he stopped. He told me to get in the car. I started to stand and pull my skirt down again, but he pushed it up over my hips and made me sit, my bare ass, on the leather seat. He bucked me in and kept my pussy exposed to every trucker who passed us on the highway.I begged him to let me cover myself. He sighed and said I had not learned my lesson yet. He then told me to take off my dress. Entirely. I would ride the rest of the way home totally nude.
I cried more and begged him not to make me, but his hard eyes darted at me and I knew I was trapped by my own words. He was going to hold me to our agreement.

I slipped the dress over my head and covered myself as best i could with my hands. He would have none of this. He told me to sit on my hands. Reluctantly, i did. Trucks and cars honked their horns as they passed us, seeing my nudity and my shame. He grinned, enjoying every moment of my humiliation - which I so richly deserved. Luckily, we have an attached garage, so i was not forced to walk into our home nude for all the neighbors to see.

Now, I am still nude. He has denied me clothing for the next twenty four hours. He will also, he tells me, spank me for five minutes every hour and, within the time of my nudity, cum in every hole. Only then, and only if I have behaved to his satisfaction, will I be allowed a dress again.

Training on the Train

He is quite wealthy, but that is not why I love him. He is elegant, but that is not it either. He is beautiful, but that does not matter. What matters? His love and care for me. His interest in every detail of my life. His intelligence. His firmness. His kindness.

He is the owner and CEO of a private rail car company, catering to the old money. We do, therefore, travel by train. He has told me that he wishes me to accompany him on all of his trips - both business and pleasure. When we are on the train, however, I belong to him. Totally. His private car is decorated beautifully, in a lovely 1950's style but with all modern conveniences carefully concealed. He has decorated everything. He has chosen the furniture, the art, the linens, even my clothing. In keeping with the style, I will  dress in a vintage manner when entertaining his clients. Demure, sweet and always modest. However, in our private car, I will not dress unless specifically instructed to do so. Sometimes he will wish me to wear heels, sometimes a corset, sometimes only pearls. Mostly, though, he prefers me to be nude. He will use my body as he will. I will speak when spoke to only. I will be his humble and loving servant and he my loving and dominant master. I have agreed to all of this, but now I must prove to him that I truly want this.

This trip will be a short one - only three days. This will be a trial run, if you will, to see if this arrangement truly suits us both. I walk into the car and marvel at its beauty. I turn and smile at him. He crosses his arms and gives me a pointed look. A hot blush creeps up my face. My first act was to have been removing my clothing, but already I have made a mistake. I have sighed and run my hand over the furnishings first. I drop my eyes and rush into the bedroom section, removing my dress, bra, panties, stockings and shoes. I neatly fold them and put them away just as he instructed me. They are to be out of the way - out of sight. I come back into the parlour and stand before him. Now, he smiles at me, lifts my chin and kisses me, running his hands up and down my sides, my back, my arms. he deepens the kiss and grasps my nipples. Then he squeezes. I give a little yelp and start to pull away but stop myself. I hear him chuckle a bit and know he has not missed this tiny lapse. I also know he is please I corrected myself. He squeezes harder and I whimper at the pain, but feel my will bend to his, dripping out of my body and forming the honey which coats my pussy and thighs. I begin to tremble and he slowly pulls his mouth away. Keeping hold of my tender nipples, he leads me to the table and tells me to place my hands flat. He adjusts my position to his liking and then tells me to prepare myself for my first correction. I take a deep breath and steady myself. Still, I can't stop myself from crying out with the first sharp strike of the leather slapper. Four slaps - two on each cheek - and I'm already crying. Nonetheless, I am grateful, a feeling which shocks me. Without thinking, turn, drop to the floor and hug his legs, thanking him for his correction. I feel loved, safe, wanted.


Three days later, he holds out his hand and helps me down the steps of our car. He must help me, not only because he is a gentleman, but because I can barely walk on my own. My bottom is red and welted. my thigh muscles strained and shaky, my pussy swollen and tender, my anus still filled with a rather large plug. I wobble a bit on my black pumps and he steadies me. I look up at his soft eyes and smile. I can't wait for the next trip.