For dss

After months of emails and communication, it has come down to this. dss has read and reread my emailed set of instructions, memorized them and now signals with her right blinker as she moves from the middle lane to the far right lane in anticipation of the upcoming exit.

Earlier in the day she deposited her husband and children on the noon flight to Florida. As dusk settles in she has already received the call telling her they've arrived safely in Orlando and she now nervously considers what she is about to undertake and experience over the next few days. Of immediate concern is the weather. While the temperature is in the mid forties, she is wearing only her Burberry trench coat and her best single strand set of pearls. The hand cuffs and blacked out sunglasses are on the seat beside her. She checks her appearance in the mirror for the seventh time. Her dark hair is piled high on her head, the lipstick blood red and heavy eye make up accentuating the color of her eyes.

She exits and waits for the left turn arrow to signal a break in the traffic so she can enter the park and ride off 91 north. Lost in thought and anticipation, the horn behind brings her back from her day dreaming and she accelerates quickly into the lot and parks under the lone light close to the bus shelter nose of the car head in.

She exits the car and surveys the the commuter lot in the darkening afternoon. There is no movement. She hits the lock button of the fob twice-the car locks popping into place, the lights flashing and the horn signaling that her vehicle is secure. She moves into the shelter, faces the bus schedule, places the blacked out sunglasses on, and though rendered sightless she poses as if she's reading the route schedule. She recognizes that if she takes the next step, there will be no turning back. She sighs, hesitates and them withdraws both arms from the sleeves of her Burberry. She places the hand cuff on her left wrist and closes it. She places the left underneath the trench coat behind her back, struggles to place her right behind her back and latches that closed as well. The right closes-latching loudly with a metallic clink. Her stomach flips. She knows what lies in front of her just as surely as she knows there is no turning back now.

The sheltered from the wind she feels the temperature drop and the late afternoon darkens. The wind swirls around her ankles and the chill can be felt through the soles of her black stiletto's. Blinded by the darkened sunglasses, she hears the commuter bus enter the lot circle and hears the hiss of the air brakes outside the shelter. dss can hear muffled good nights, foot steps leading away from the bus and the sound of cars starting and leaving the lot. She hears the valves in the bus' diesel clacking as the engine's rpms increase and it pulls out of the lot leaving her again in silence.

"dss!"

Startled, she turns to face toward the direction of my voice.

I move to her side, take her arm and instruct her to accompany me.

Stumbling in her heels, we move the open rear of my SUV. I strip the trench coat from her body, sweep her up in both arms and throw her into the back of the truck onto a goose down comforter. "On your knees slut.-head down-ass up dss." I spread the cheeks of her ass, smear a generous amount of ben gay onto a hard rubber plug and unflinchingly force the plug into her ass until her sphincter closes around the base. She moans. I throw a second comforter over her, extend the privacy cover over her, close the back and leave her in the dark. I pop the locks and head north for a three hour drive to my dungeon in the mountains bordering the Green Mountain National Park.