Bratty Sub

She always loved to stretch my patience. The submissive effect of the usual punishments had long worn off. This night was different though, her resistance much stronger than usual. I think she believed I couldn't come up with anything new and would finally leave with a sense of victory that could never truly be undone. She was wrong.

As usual she stood there, black undersized singlet with a portion of a red lacy bra visible between those insanely perfect breasts, and pleated tarten mini, always the skirt of choice. I sat down in my comfy chair, unbuckled my pants and motioned for her to kneel, we were very close and trusting so motions had replaced many words a long time ago. Instead she shook her head, flicked her hair around like a catwalk model and stood there smiling. This was not the night for this. The work day had been bad enough! I motion again to kneel and she refuses with an even greater smirk on her face this time.

At the beginning of our relationship a firm spanking across my knee would have been more than sufficient. But we had years of this foreplay between us and had long grown out of such silly games. It was time to trap her in something new and unexpected.

I grab the cuffs that were to be used later that night and motion for her to put them on behind her back. To this she rolls her eyes but does so regardless. Finally the trap was sprung. I go to the dresser and grab the safety scissors and snip. The first loop of her singlet gives way. No more smirk, this had become uncharted territory. Snip. The other loop parts and firmly I yank down the remains of her top. "Ah what are you doing?" The first words since this began, and a quick lift of the skirt and smack! My reply to that question. A few quick hand movements later and down drops the skirt. Don't have the heart to destroy something so erotic to me.

No more words from her, just wide eyes in shock from this new level of punishment she had awoken. Snip, snip, snip no more straps holding that bra to her body, those fine girls on her chest dropping ever so slightly when released. Snip, snip and with a firm yank down and forward those fine panties tear off her body as well. Looks like we'll be lingerie and clothes shopping on the weekend. now as she stands before me in nothing but fishnets with her hands cuffed behind her back she mutters a single "sir?" There'll be no more words spoken from her this night.

I then lead her to the front door and after grabbing my keys and her bag, I lock up, open the back left car door and motion for her to get in. No more smirks or resistance. She had crossed the point of no return and she knew it. She sat down and I buckled her in. Safety first. With her hands still cuffed behind her back I throw my jacket at her and it somewhat covers her body. The only generosity I'll be showing this night.

It was a short trip to our trusty dogging location and we had visited here before only in much different circumstances. Hmm only 1 other car that night at the far end. Doesn't matter as I park right in the first bay to the entrance. I grab my jacket off her and walk around to the door, open it up, unbuckle her and help her out of the car.

Unlucky, had been raining a lot the day before and the ground was still soggy. I motion again for her to kneel which she does very willingly now. Her knees sinking in to the soft muddy ground. I take out my throbbing cock and touch it to her lips. She looks up at me and I nod for her to open wide. Slowly she parts them but before they can truly open. Thrust! hard, fast, deep. A slight gag from the unexpected violation of her throat. Then out, a chance to breathe and thrust! Again and again and again, saliva oozing from the corners of her mouth.

Ah finally, a set of headlights briefly illuminates us as a car pulls in to the lot. From my spot it's clearly another random Joe probably about to either watch or do something similar. Thrust, thrust, thrust my hands encouraging her head to work harder.

"That's 1 car sweet girl. The faster and harder you work the less people will see you naked taking cock in the mud" turns out that car parked up next to that other car at the other end.

Over and over the thrusting continued to the point I was tempted to change it up, open the door and lay her face and chest on the seat while I go to work pounding that fine ass. But this wasn't a night for mutual pleasure. Besides, I could feel the itch of a creamy mess coming her way shortly. Sure enough a minute later I could feel the itch release and pumped out 1 of the largest cum loads I've ever felt. Twitch after twitch brought with it another wave of gooey mess to swirl around her mouth. I pull out of her mouth but before I can advise her to swallow, the results of such a face fucking occur first and she ends up retching, that massive mouth load spilling down her chest and pooling in the mud between her legs.

Well I finally felt the effects of my bad day had come to an end so I helped her up and sat her back in the seat buckling her in. No jacket for her this time though. Not with all that cum still running down that body and pooling on my seats.

Her place was a short drive anyway and as I pulled up in front of her house. I opened her door, unbuckled her, Took the cuffs off and gave her her bag. She then quickly ran naked from the car to her front door. First time I've ever seen a girl manage to find her keys in her bag that fast. I waited till she was in and had shut the door.

When I got home I sent her a message to check she was OK, that I was there if she needed support after this new experience. In response I got a video of her spread legs laying on a soaking towel on her bed. A dildo in hand madly fucking herself and my cum trail still evident on her waist. Her txt later read that her room mate was in the kitchen when she came through the door so was able to quickly duck in the bathroom to grab a towel and rush to her room. Telling her friend she'll talk about it after freshening up.

Damn I miss that girl. Sadly life changes and last I knew she's half a world away now.