for me?  What could I have been doing wrong?  The car followed for too long..  was this the right deputy? Did I really do something and now I’m going to get a ticket she asked herself...  It was a relief when the flashing lights came on signaling her to pull off the road.  There was a dirt road just ahead and she pulled over.  Realizing they hadn’t discussed the aspect of where to turn. 

The patrol car pulled off behind her. She looked closely while the stranger stepped out of the car.  He was tall as he unfolded out of the car.  Put a big hat on his head and started walking towards her car. 

The idea was so erotic when they discussed it.  A friend she’d never met setting her up for the next part of her fantasy.  She could still see the smile on his face as he prodded her with.  “After all, she wanted the experience to be real.. didn’t she? “  Now while it was happening her blood was ice.  She rolls down the window as he walks to the car.   

Barely swallowing a hysterical little laugh when he said “License and registration please. “It wasn’t until she had dug out her license and was reaching for the registration in the glove box that she realized how natural the response was.  Thinking fast to try to imagine what would be the best response.  She smiles up at the officer.  “What’s wrong Sir, did I do something wrong?  Looking back at her self in the mirrored sunglasses he pushes out her chest just a little. Thinking the low-cut shirt  had been a good choice.  He smiles at her and walks to the back of the car looking at her license. 

She can see him talking to someone on his radio, which frightens her.  Was she really being stopped to get a ticket?  Was he toying with her purposely   It was so odd to  feel this conflicted.  Adrenaline was pouring through her..  the adrenaline rush of realizing it was really happening.  That fantasy she’d fought for so long.  Then being almost overwhelmed with the fear that things were out of her control.  As he walks back to the car she pulls herself together.

“step out of the car, please” he says, quite politely.  she steps out of he car.  “you have a warrants for unpaid parking.  I’m going to have to take you to the station”   This is it, she thinks, reaching in for her purse, she rolls up the window.  “what about my car. she says? Silently irritated with herself for the quiver she hears in her voice, “ I want to call someone?”  “No, the city has a tow truck.  I’ve already put in a call and he’s on the way to tow the car.  You’ll have to get it out of impound, after you pay your tickets.” 

Briefly she thought of saying “Hey, wait.  I changed my mind.  I can’t do this. I knew that once I allowed myself to be put in the backseat of the patrol car she would cross a line.  That the decision would taken out of my hand.  From the moment she’d let herself be put into the backseat of he car the fantasy was out of her hands.  Equivocally.   he puts her purse on the roof of the car and turns her around.  Her nipples harden as she feels him pulling her arms behind her.  The coldness of the cuffs as he puts first one, then the other on her wrists is wildly erotic. As if he realizes how it affects me. He pulls up on her wrists up giving a tension on her arms as if to remind her unmistakably that she was in his control.  His hand on the top her head as he guides her into the backseat is gentle.   

When he gets in the front seat he takes off his sunglasses.  Their eyes meet in the rearview mirror.  His look of knowing amusement sends shivers.  Anger at the arrogance she sees there.  Mounting fear, realizing the fast pace things were spiraling.  As he starts the car and drives down the dirt road the fear reaches a panic point.  They were supposed to wait for the tow truck who would follow with her car. She watches her car disappear as the car makes a curve in the road. 

She knows if she let her hand slide under her skirt her finger would come away wet.  Every nerve was intensely reaching out for clues and the tension was extreme.  What does he know  that she doesn’t?  She avoids looking in the mirror again.  Afraid of what she would see.  A questioning look would probably send her to tears..  a condescending look would be even harder to handle. 

The car turned off the dirt road onto an even smaller road.  More like a trail that hadn’t seen traffic in a long time.  Another turn and a small house came into view.  He pulled the car up behind the house and stepped out again.  As he pulled her out of the car by her arm she wondered why he bothered to hide the car behind the house.  The house itself was well hidden from the road.  Looking around I couldn’t’ see the road, only a never ending landscape of trees.  The sameness unnerved me again.  He let me look around then presses her body against the car.  His body a hard line against her as he says quietly in my ear.   “you know why you’re here.  A fine little thing you are too.  When I told **** I would help, I didn’t expect such a nice package.  You can call me anytime you want to walk along the edge. “   his hands reach behind her to grabl her wrists and start her walking to the house and her fate.  Before they open the door  he reaches in his pocket for a handkerchief that he ties over her eyes.  She tries to look down  to see the floor , but he’s tied the kerchief tight.  I can hear the door open and stumble to not fall as he pushes her over the threshold. She knows someone else is already in the room, but they make no noise.   A different pair of hands feels over her.  Searching and pulls the cell phone out of the pocket of her skirt.  Two sets of hands went over he body looking for what she wasn’t sure.  It didn’t fee like any part of her body was left untouched. She held her breath as she felt one set of hands probing in that most secret of places.  Knowing they could feel hot wetness.  Embarrassment made her face red she knew.  A probing finger dips first in her wetness then slips to her other opening.  

the reality of what I wanted struck home.  You see I’m very happily married.   I wanted them both.  I wanted the husband who takes care of me, and the man I respected who understood the needs I have that I suppress.  Wrapping them tightly into a box and trying to pretend they don’t really exist.  You can only box your desires so long before the knots untangle and you find yourself overwhelmed with the need.  I came back to Master as a knot coming loose full of need and desire.  He accepted me and I stopped struggling and fighting and settled down to try to accept that fate takes us places we’re meant to go.  Let things happen and stop trying to control where it takes me, but accept.

My husband likes to share me with other men.  His preference is to be present, but he enjoys the stories I bring home.  It keeps our sex life interesting.  I’ve always had a strong need for sex and something more.  The more makes my husband nervous.  He knows it’s something I’ve fought for too many years, but can’t stop wanting to walk along the edge of the dark worlds and explore.  Pain and submission both strong needs that he can’t satisfy. 

That’s how I came to be in a strange town, meeting someone without my husband present for hopefully lots of sex slightly on the edge.

I was nervous.  Not sure what to expect or what Master would ask of me.  I settled myself to be willing and wanting no matter what he asked of me.  I trusted him to know my desires… still the nervousness made me wet and it was hard not to slip my fingers into the wetness I knew I’d find between my legs.  It wouldn’t take much to make myself cum to release some of the tension.  But, no, the tension was part of walking on the edge.   I wanted every sensation to last as long as it would. 

Finally the phone rang… it was him of course checking to see if his whore was ready for him.  His instructions were simple.  To set the hotel door so it wouldn’t close all the way so he could come in. Then lie naked on the bed.  He wanted me to tie a scarf around my eyes as a blindfold and put in ear plugs.  I was to lay with my legs spread wide and my arms stretched out as if they were tied to the bed and wait for him.  As I laid there I couldn’t stop from pulling my legs together and feeling the way my clit was sensitive and how wet I was becoming.  Once I cupped my breasts and squeezed them together… twisting and pulling on the nipples enjoying how sensitive they were becoming.

The waiting could have been just a few minutes but it seemed like forever.  Even with the ear plugs I could hear slight noises and constantly I wondered if it was him. What I would do if someone else came in the room and found me in that position.  Finally I could feel someone was in the room.  He was being very quiet soon I felt a cold edge of something sharp against my skin.  I felt my body respond trying to feel the light touch stronger… even when the point touched against my clit I found my body wanting to raise up and meet the touch.  YES!!!!!   Suddenly the knife was gone and the strong hands I remembered were exploring me.  Probing how wet I was and the finger came up to my face touching my lips where I eagerly opened my mouth to suck on his fingers... wishing it was his dick inside my mouth and sampling how I tasted.  One of the first lessons I’d learned is you have to earn you Masters’ cock.  I could hear he was talking to me and moved an arm to pull one earplug out slightly so I could understand.

He was asking if I was his whore... Oh my yes...   all of me his for what ever he desired.   I could hear myself say, Yes Master, I’m your whore… not willing to add what I was thinking...  Please fuck me.  He would when it was his time, not mine.   I could feel the weight on the bed change again as his hands spread my legs farther apart.  His mouth descended on my cunt… greedily sucking and biting until I was crazy and could hardly hold still…  how could he make  me cum biting my most sensitive clitty like this…  sucking it up and nibbling on it.  I didn’t dare pull away even though there was pain. Instead I let myself relax into the sensation and then was trying not to cum…   not until he told me I could…   as if he knew.. he told me to wait... not now… and he nibbled and sucked more ….  Just when I didn’t think I could obey he told me NOW...  and I came so hard my body lifted towards him... putting more pressure and making me cum even more…  he sucked me gently as my body came down from that marvelous moment. 

The bed moved as his body moved away..  I could hear him again rifling his bad, but couldn’t see and didn’t know what he was getting until a dildo pressed against my lips… I knew I was already wet, sopping wet from coming and the dildo slid in easily.  There was something near the base that touched my clitty….  Then he turned on the vibrations.. it was too much and I came immediately..  body pulling away from the bed, back arching with the force of meeting all the dildo I could be sure was inside my body.. I wanted it all…  quickly it went from wonderful to too much.  It was almost as if he was punishing me for cumming without permission … I tried to struggle away but his hands held it firmly against my clitty until I lost count of how many times I came… finally he started fucking me slowly with the dildo, each time the base hit against my clit I alternated from reaching towards it, then trying to get away.   There were a variety of dildos and I came again and again.. I was so weak, but wildly wanting more.   Wanting him.

He settled up amongst the pillows and I laid between his legs… enjoying the sensation of sucking him in as far as I could… almost to the base…  each time trying to keep the sensation for him to feel as if he was fucking my cunt.  When he tangled his fingers in my hair and set the rhythm he wanted I was in heaven.  Nothing to think about but the wonderful feel of him slipping in and out of my mouth..  lips, tongue trying to create a wonderful sensation  for him..   every now and then he would force me down to the base… I could barely breathe and he held my head there and I loved it.  Loved him for it.  Knew he’d never hold me down longer than I could bear…  trusting him completely.  Straddled him when he was ready for me and tried to suck him with my pussy…  using the muscles to pull and suck him the way my lips had before.  My eyes closed listening to his wonderful voice talking about his whore…  demanding more from me, to try harder…   and I tried as hard as I could…  wanting him to appreciate his whore, love his whore… but most of all to use his whore as he desired.   

Hours went by… with quiet discussions and more sex.  Was sad to see him leave, but understood that this was my place in his life.  Willing to accept the time he had for me. When he made me feel so wonderful .

There’s always tomorrow for another day of pleasure for us both.  Later I found the slight trace the knife edge had left on my body... already healing and sure to be gone by the next day.  Still I loved that my Master had marked me in a small way.  Made me feel just the little more his.