It was a fine Saturday evening for a cruise in our city. The weather was perfect, the streets weren’t crowded and we thought it’d be sexy to go for a cruise before the sun starts setting. I Love being bound and gagged in the car. More so because when I’m bound and gagged in the car, it’s not for me and my pleasure, but for me to be his sexy little bound slut in the back seat. It’s one of those moments where I know that once I’m tied up, I can’t tap out. I just have to ride it out until we get there. Wherever that is. I was tied in the back seat, sitting with my legs crossed. My elbows were crushed behind my back and my neck was pulled to my feet with a ball gag strapped tight to keep me quiet. It was really nice in the beginning but turned very uncomfortable, very fast. From every bump in the road to each turn, to every stop and go. I felt everything. Another 15 minutes go by and I start searching for comfort. Those sounds of searching for comfort then turn to cries of struggling. I look up at Martin every once in a while, hoping he’d realize that I needed out but all this was doing was making him smile as he watched me from the rear view mirror. And that smile, is why I love being bound and gagged in the back seat.
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