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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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It has started. The nerves sweep through my body, senses heighten and I'm acutely aware of my surroundings.
I'm sat in your car, the leather seats warm against the backs of my thighs, window slightly open, wind caressing my hair and cooling my exposed skin.
Music on but my ears unable to quite make it out, I'm too lost watching the sat nav count down.
I don't know where we are going, or what's been planned by you.
Im awfully nervous, excited and dam wet.
Oh the sweet unknown how you toy with me.
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Earlier that day.
I'm working and hear my phone buzz, I knew I should have immersed myself in work, but curiousity always gets the better of me. Like the preverbial cat, I lower my tools, wash my hands and pick up my phone.
'I have a task for you, do you accept?'
Just 9 simple words, yet the effect reading Sirs text has on me is immediate. My mind wanders, racing with possibilities, he likes testing me, setting me tasks he knows I'll find uncomfortable or difficult to achieve, but I always succeed, it's just part of who I am, I'm stubborn and simply adore making Sir happy. Plus it arouses me in ways that simply can't be portrayed through words alone.
So whilst my mind is recalling previous tasks I have been set. I simply reply.
'yes Sir'
Now I guess I just wait, I look back over at my work, and know I should be going back to it, I decide to take a coffee break in the hope Sir will message again soon with instruction.
15 minutes pass, no reply.
Ok work it is but I can't concentrate, all that occupies my mind is how much my cunt is throbbing, how much I yearn to know what's coming.
Time passes at a snails pace, the second hand on the clock I swear is going backwards.
Buzz, buzz.
2 messages.
Butterflies appear, and Im certain if I had a cock it would be rock solid now, thankfully it's just wet knickers I need to hide!
'good girls get rewarded, dress like a slut and be ready to be picked up at 8pm.'
Attached was a picture, it was taken a few weeks ago by Sir, I was bent over, short shirt, no knickers, stockings and corset. I loved this outfit, but the corset was ever so restrictive and sitting in a car with my own boobs up on my chin, was hardly my favourite start to a good night, but his wish is my command.
'yes Sir'
'good girl' his response immediate.
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Bit busy today but more will be added later on/tomorrow. 
