The slightly off tune of the Miatas’ engine told him she was there. He was not exactly nervous, but it had been a while since he had been in the same city, and there had been a few tense moments the last time. And some good moments, too. He just hoped he remembered his safe word, this time.
He went into the garage, opened the door to let in the car, after a pause to breathe. Kneeling in the doorway as she backed in, he tried not to grin as she took the space his car usually was in. She looked over and he scrambled to get the door down before she left the car. He knew she waited until the shadow of the door was almost to the hood before opening the door. But she had a smile today, and the tilt of her eyebrow showed she was feeling playful, not disappointed.
He stayed kneeling as she got out of the car and looked around. He tried to not seem impatient, but it had been too long. She went around the long way, her hand trailing on the dusty Montego blue of the little sportscar, the hard top showing some wear around the edges and stickers. She stopped infront of him and looked down.
He did not lower his eyes, He wanted to take her in as she stood there. Her hair was up in a bun, keeping the collar of the white button-down shirt clear, except for a few wisps. Her leather skirt was long, hiding her large thighs and ass, but he could see the flat-heeled boots she wore, sensible for driving, and solid enough to make him wish for her steps on his flesh.
“Good Boy.”
She motioned at him and he stood, taking off his shorts and t-shirt. He knelt again, feeling exposed as she seemed to pause at certain places as her eyes slid up and down his body. She smiled, her teeth framed by her red lipstick.
She went around the car, again. He saw her hand go to a few places on the bench, and she opened the top of the tool chest, pausing for a moment, the sound of sockets being moved alarming. She knew cars, but, his tools…
She was infront of him again. “Stand.” He did so, hands behind his back like she preferred. She touched his chest and moved her fingers down, fingernails starting to bite in as she reached the bottom of his stomach. He felt himself twitching, his stomach tightening and his cock trying to move. She stepped into him and grabbed his cock, making him gasp.
“Lets see what we can do with this today, hmmm?” As she talked, he could smell the coffee she had been drinking, and a hint of motor oil. And her mouth was so close…
She pulled, and he followed. She pushed his ass against the trunk of the car, the cold of metal and glass not exactly shocking. It made the warmth of her hand on the piece of him she was using to direct him more pronounced. As he lay on the trunk, she started the real play of the session.
The touch on his cock strengthened. Fingers squeezed, he tried not to follow the motion as she pulled him up and out. The other hand went to his sac, pulling down. It was not as painful as he knew it would get. She was starting by testing him.
He felt something cold on his sack as her hands moved around his groin. His sac was being caught in something, pulling down and then clanking on the edge of the trunk. She flicked her fingers, making small waves of pain go through him. He tried to keep his eyes open, but the sensation was everything. Her hands went to his cock and there were moments when he was not sure if she was going to tear his member off, or was just twisting him in knots.
He felt cold around the base of his cock, and a weight. The tightness of what she was using to clamp his flesh was on the edge, making him grit his teeth. Weights were being put on his cock, and his balls, pulling him into the cold of the trunk. She stood back and he opened his eyes to see her grinning.
She moved a little, and stopped. She seemed displeased with something and he watched her slide her long leather skirt off. It revealed stockings and a garter belt above the boots, with silky red panties barely covering her crotch and ass. She unbuttoned the bottom buttons on her shirt and tied the loose edges together, tucking the tail up inside. It framed her ass and he felt his cock try to react, but the binding and weights kept it at a throb, not a full erection.
Her hand was on his lower stomach, pushing down and holding him. He wanted to reach out and touch her ass as she moved to beside him, but knew the type of punishment for doing that without permission was not the type he liked. He looked at that red-covered ass, thinking of his face pressing into it, distracting himself.
“Ow!” His head went back, hitting the small window in the hard top. She had hit his cock with *something* and it had been sharp and painful. She did it again, pain and warmth spreading each time she landed a blow. Once, she seemed to miss, but that just meant the tips of what she was using went across his skin, sending pinpricks of sensation through him. The rattle of what she was using made the strikes worse… or was it better?
She started to slap his cock or balls with an open hand randomly between the hits from the rattly thing. His body started to jerk whenever she touched him. Then he jerked in anticipation and she laughed.
Something was on his chest and he opened his eyes to see a bundle of zip-ties there before it rolled off and onto the car. The plastic straps looked like an old-fashioned hay bale with one around the middle and the ends spread out. He saw a smirk on her before he felt another weight being put on his cock. There was a thunk of metal on the trunk, and he felt the weight of whatever it was pulling on him.
“Stand.”
It took a little concentration to stand from the prone position on the trunk. The things around his balls and cock pulled and pinched as he moved. She pulled on him and he stepped away from the car. The chain that she had put on him was pulled between his legs and she wrapped the end around one of his wrists. The cold links on his ass gave him a small shiver, but he grabbed the end of the chain when she pressed it into his palm.
“Hold that. Good Boy.”
She used her booted toe to make him spread his feet. He tried to remember to bend his knees a little, but the weights and tightness on his balls and cock kept moving, distractingly. He would shift with the sensation, tipping a little forward or back if his knees were too straight.
She was standing to one side. He could see that she had something in her hand. And he could see her stocking-clad thighs that led to that ass. She twitched her hand and he could see that she had a flog in her hand. She started to swing it, almost lazy arcs being made, bringing it close to him, but only moving the air around him.
The first touch of the tips of the leather hit on the verge of his stomach and his cock, the impact more surprising than hurt. His butt tensed as she started to swing faster, hitting his cock directly with harder, firmer strokes. He found he was leaning back, his knees straight and thighs straining to keep him upright. There was a hand on his back, helping to keep him from falling, as she pressed herself into his side, keeping the rhythm of the flog on him until he made a little yelp after one stroke.
Her hand went to his shoulder as she said, “It has been a while. You normally last a bit more. Eh. We will need to get up your endurance.” She leaned in and kissed his shoulder, leaving a smear of red from her lipstick.
He looked down and saw some of the metal bits that she had used around his cock, but that glimpse was short as she pushed him around and away from the car. She bent herself over the trunk, her ass up, her finger becoming him forward.
He bent down, then awkwardly knelt as his face went into the red fabric covering her ass. He pushed his nose into the crack, the scent of her overwhelming. He wanted to hold her hips, but the chain in his hand reminded him he had to just use his face, and tongue. Her panties had seemed clingingly moist even before his mouth was there, soon it was slick with his spit as he tried to get to her through the thin barrier.
It was hard to breathe as he pushed his face into her rounded flesh. Her hand reached back and pulled him into her more, the panties folding into her crack and his face pushing as far into her ass as he ever had been.
He dropped the end of the chain, the rest still being held around one of his wrists. His hand was on her hip, holding onto the thickness there. He heard her moan and felt his own come out and into her. The balance of the weights and pull on his cock and sac and worshiping the ass his face was in was overwhelming, the pain and pleasure alternating and becoming the same.
He wasn’t sure how long it was, but the pain really started to be more than the pleasure. He rested his head on the back on her thigh, licking and kissing it. Big breaths in helped, but it was too much.
His safe word was said.
Her hand went to his on her hip, squeezing slightly. She stood up, turning so that he was face to crotch with her. There was a smile down to him before she pushed him away so she could get off the trunk of the Miata.
She was knelt behind him, letting him release the chain from around his wrist. Her body pressed into his back as she reached around and tried to undo some of what was keeping his cock in check. It felt good leaning into her.
“Well. This isn’t working.” There was another kiss from her, another trace of color being left on his neck. He held his breath as she pushed him forward and his hands went to keep him from falling into the bumper.
He watched as she undid the things around him - several u-clamps and sockets on zipties were just left on the ground, his punished cock trying to come to life with the blood that was being let into that flesh. It was almost as excruciating as when the clamps were on him, making him suck in his breath through his teeth.
She knelt with him, holding him. Her arms were warm, as he found he was suddenly cold. They leaned into each other for a while until he said, “Thank you.”
She helped him stand, checking to see if there had been any marks left. She giggled at a small blood-blister left from the improvised toys, kissing her hand and putting her hand on the place. His cock responded, but that was not why she was there. This time.
He shakily stepped into his clothing and leaned against the doorframe. He watched as that ass was covered with the leather again. She walked the few paces to him and held out her arms. The hug was good.
“You doing o.k.?” He nodded into her shoulder. “Good Boy.”
Their time was up. She stepped away and opened the low cars’ driver door. He felt slow as he reached for the garage door switch. She glanced over the car, and her face lit up at the hand and body prints in the dust on the trunk.
“Thank you.”
She smiled. “I’ll see you at the track, right?” The smile turned into a grin and she drove out of the garage, leaving him with the wonderful pain and memories of that day.
Inspired by a new friend. 😉
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