Intimatters

The erotica adventure continues

In the third installment of our epic erotica saga, moonmagiclady takes use deeper into her S&M vacation. To read more of her erotica submission, click here.

On Loan Part III

By: moonmagiclady

I stepped off the plane into the heavy humid island air, the mild breeze carrying the ever-familiar scents of plumerias and sea salt under the normal scents of being in a large city.  Honolulu always feels incredibly crowded and busy to me, I’m such a country girl these days, but I enjoy the occasional visit out there.  However, driving there for a small town girl can be a nightmare, so I was glad to know that someone would be waiting to pick me up.

I hadn’t seen the friend for a long time, and I wondered for a moment if we would even recognize each other.  I should have known better – as soon as we caught each other’s eyes across the crowd it was as if no time at all had passed.  (It’s rare in life that you find friendships that time has no power over – treasure them for the priceless gift they are!)  I called his name across the crowd and shifted my weight from one foot to the other to adjust to the anal plug still in my ass. Unfortunately all the weight shift did was rub my nipples across the front of my dress, causing the tight clips to torment me even more.

My friend and temporary Dom had made his way across the crowd by this point and forgetting all torments from the toys for just a moment I threw my arms around him in a big hug while planting an affectionate kiss on his pretty lips (yeah, I said they are pretty!).  Hugging me back tightly, crushing the clips against the softness of my breasts, he leans in and whispers in my ear while holding me tightly.  In an amused voice, he informs me that my Master had texted him while I was in flight letting him know that I was wearing both the small nipple clamps and the anal plug. He held the hug firmly, until the clips caused me to squirm hard up against him, then released me with a grin and an adjustment to his pants.

Stepping back he picks up my suitcase before heading out to the car I grab the bag whose contents I STILL don’t know and my carry on and follow. Tossing a careless comment over his shoulder about staying at a hotel on the windward side of the island, my friend explains that I am to give him the mystery bag.  I can expect a good 45 minute drive before checking in at the hotel.  I moan mentally and wondered if I would be able to handle the toys that much longer, but resolve to be obedient to my Master.  I was sure I could simply sense the amused grin on my friends face widening at my sigh.

Honolulu is insanely busy, not my thing, but the island of Oahu has a beauty all its own, and always has for me since the very first time I stepped off a plane there.  I was reminded strongly of that as we made our way out to the parking lot, even the loud roar of the planes overhead could not overwhelm the piercing blue color of the sky, or the beauty of the view from standing high up in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.  I swear, if you could make light and energy blue, that is the color of the sky on Oahu.  I especially love the windward side of the island… so much I wasn’t even dreading the thought of the long drive over the Pali in the morning to get to my class.  Although that might change, depending on how little sleep I would be getting.

I looked at my friend slyly under my lashes, we had chatted lightly on the way out the jeep, getting caught up on recent events in each other’s lives.  Maturity looked good on him, and I hoped he was as pleased with what he saw as I was.  Idly, I wondered how strict he would be on me while we were here.  I realized from our conversation that his trip from the mainland had been planned around my class, and gave a small shiver at his look when he informed me the trip had better be worthwhile.  The hunger and intensity I remembered was still there, whether it had been tempered with patience and maturity remained to be seen.

Unusual for me, I blushed slightly and assured him with a small, confident smile that I would do my best to make sure every minute was priceless. We returned to lighter topics as we opened the doors and then as I slid into the seat and closed the door I realized that this was not going to be as easy of a trip as I thought. Turning to continue the conversation I suddenly and unexpectedly realized that by getting into the car I had stepped into my submissive role.  I glanced up to look at him and registered the same realization in his eyes, still hungry, but now hard and expecting as well.  It took me only a split second to kneel on the floor of the vehicle and slide into the role I was here to play.  Complete and total slave girl.

As hard as I attempt to hold onto my serenity, eagerness enters into my voice as I beg for the honor of giving him a blow job in thanks for his attention and for picking me up at the airport.  Turning the key in the ignition, and then starting the air conditioner, he doesn’t reply but unzips his pants and slides his cock out.  Remaining parked, he slides his fingers into my hair, wrapping it around his fist, he pulls me slowly and mercilessly over to him.  I don’t struggle, but he manages to hold my hair at the roots in a way to make it painful even though I am cooperating. The slight hint of pain and pleasure, let alone the statement that such a level of subtleness makes, caused my whole body to shiver in the anticipation of the days to come.  As he pulls my face into his lap I rub my lips across his cock, smearing a light drop of pre-cum over my cheek.

For a moment, he pulls me up next to him, and we kiss – hard.  Then as we move apart, we both grin, won’t be much of THAT going on for the next few days.  His grin becomes even wider and, I can tell he is thinking evil nasty thoughts he expects to have fulfilled over the next few days.  I almost pull back, but then allow a wide smile to cross my own face. “Just Bring It” is pretty much my own motto in bed and whatever nasty ideas he had I could more than handle and meet with naughtiness of my own.  Trust is not an issue, I know I will be kept safe through all play, at least within our definition of safe.

Glaring at my smile he pushes me back down onto his cock, now raging hard, and I have no choice but to slide my lips all the way down his shaft to take him into the back of my throat.  Gagging a little, I move up and then slide down again, savoring the swirling taste of his pre-cum and skin mixed with my saliva.  He drops the jeep into reverse and I lift my head for a moment to sarcastically remind him that the traffic on Oahu is MUCH worse than it used to be.  The only reply is for my head to be shoved back down onto his cock, my gagging causing a small chuckle to escape him.

After a few moments, he pushes me away and orders me to sit on the seat.  I crawl up onto the seat and buckle my seatbelt (safety first) and wiping the back of my hand across my lips, give him a saucy smile.  The drive from the airport on Oahu to Kailua has the advantage of at least having an unbelievable view down to the ocean, and the mountains in the other direction.  I sip a soda (Mountain Dew of course!) he tosses to me from a cooler and we continue the conversation from earlier catching up on each other’s lives.  Once we’ve left Honolulu and began the climb to cross the Pali to the windward side, I become silent for a few moments and gaze out the window.

Greens and blues are the colors that overwhelm you in Hawaii, Crayola doesn’t have ideas, let alone names for all the shades you see of those two colors.  In the far distance, EVEN on the EVERYDAY highways, silvery slivers of waterfalls plunge down hundreds of feet into the rainforest below.  I renew my personal promise that one day I will hike out to those falls, and then turn to look at My Dom.  A smile on my lips, I ask him what is planned for the evening.  We pass through the tunnels and begin to descend into the jewel-like windward side of the island.  I can see Kaneohe Bay curving around the horizon and am becoming quite impatient to get to the hotel for many reasons.  In reply to my question, my Dom grins and hands me a toy I recognize, a vibrating egg with a remote.

Ordered to silence until told to speak, I obey his next command to expose myself to him and sling one leg up on the dash and one over the seat to spread my legs wide.  My swollen shaved pussy and the base of the anal plug are both clearly visible to him across the seat.  The position stretches the muscles in my legs and the leather of the seats catches against the skin of my rear.   I can feel a drop of sweat roll down the skin of my spine and then another.  Fear, arousal, lust, uncertainty, it’s all a heady mix.  His eyes caress my already moist and dripping lips and move over the curves of my body.  I slide my hand down to spread my lips and expose my swollen clit to him as well.   The look on his face is predatory, and I savor it.  (Okay, I’m not perfect, I admit it, I worried a little bit!)

My heart races slightly as he removes one hand from the wheel to push the plastic egg deep inside me.   I wiggle my hips and throw my head back at the feel of his fingers grazing across my hungry pussy.  I don’t want to make a sound, but the anal plug has become slightly uncomfortable at this point and a slight whimper escapes me. The noise brings another smile to him, enjoying the thought that he is already pushing me into disobedience, which in turn leads to punishment…

At first, I think that he is going to start playing with the remote immediately, but instead I am told to sit up as we pull into the hotel parking lot.  The hotel is beautiful, tucked quietly into Kaneohe Bay, I love staying here.  Decorated beautifully in a breezy plantation Hawaiian style with a breeze that carries lush green and salty aromas through the air, some trips I wish I could stay here forever.  Checking in I keep wondering when the vibrator will start, and remain on guard to not embarrass myself.  After hugs are exchanged and we are settled into the room, I shut the door and drop to my knees waiting for permission to speak.

My Dom tells me that I may go into the bathroom and take care of whatever I need to do.  I crawl to the bathroom and remove the toy and clips with a strangled whimper/groan of relief.   The egg he has inserted though I leave inside me, not having been given permission to remove it.  Finishing in the bathroom, I crawl to kneel before him and sit back on my heels to wait what he has to say.  He asks me if I have done as I was told and then when I answer orders me to strip and go stand with my hands on the wall, legs spread.  I slide out of my dress with only the sounds of the waves rolling in for music, but I find the quiet rhythm of the water and wind outside and move with them.  I “stripper crawl” to the wall, and then standing, spread my legs far apart while I lean in.

I hate the vulnerability of this position, and that feeling quickly quadruples as a soft blindfold descends over my eyes.  Clear thought rapidly drops away as my arousal spirals higher, his hand slides down my curves, pauses then pulls back to slap down hard on the curve of my ass.  I tremble and then Finally, Finally, his fingers are inside of me, pushing hard to make sure I had not removed the egg.  I make a high pitched sound in the back of my throat, knowing as it escapes that I will pay for it, but I have waited for this for so long. On finding it still inside me, his fingers pull away and wipe my juices on my lips for me to clean.  I lap at his fingers eagerly, but then another cry escapes me as without any warning whatsoever, his hand finds my oh-so-tender nipples that I have just removed clips from and he pinches hard.

I arch my back in pain, my mind a haze of shock, and at that moment he does two things.  The first one is turn on the vibrating egg that I am no longer thinking about and the second is without warning push his hot and hard cock deep into my sore ass.  Dropping the remote to the floor, he grabs my hair, pulls me back and bending me over begins to pound into me over and over.  One hand in my hair arching my back, the other one squeezing my sore nipples, teeth sink deep into my flesh as he pushes deep inside of me.  I scream my orgasm into the air, and he laughs out loud and pulls away from me, digging his fingers inside me to remove the still vibrating toy.

In despair at the abrupt change, I sink to my knees and beg for more.  “Were you given permission to speak? Or to have an orgasm?”  I shake my head and bite my lip to keep from continuing to beg.  All I can think about at this point is how hungry and empty my punani feels and how badly I need to get thrown down on the floor and pounded.  Deep breaths help a little, and then I am ordered to return to my previous position.  I am also reminded that I am not allowed another orgasm without permission.  My legs tremble slightly as I obey and struggle, still blindfolded to my feet, and then to lean back in against the wall.

Apparently we were just getting started. Somebody certainly HAD learned a little patience over the past few years…