so,I called up Claudia for my usual early evening appointment. We usually met in the late afternoon,so I could say that I worked late. She would spank me,torment me in varoius ways,and then we would engage in some discussion of smbd,and I would leave.
But,being quite bright-in another set of circumstances she would have been a psychologist-Claudia saw that I was getting used to these sessions,and needed some extra stimulus.
So,while I was discussing the time of our session,she mentioned in her off-hand,but pointed was,` You might want to park right in front of my apartment this time,and not two blocks away like you always do`.
See,she knew my habits-I`m always afraid of somebody I know seeing me leave some obscure appartment,so I park on a main street.
I take note,and vaguely wonder what that was all about. I reach her building,get buzzed in,take care of business,and then I strip. She leaves me for a minute,and returns with a baseball cap and some crumpled bits of paper.
`Pick one`,she says.
Being a gamer,I pick one. On it is written an intersection in a fairly busy part of town.
`What is this,exactly,may I ask ?`,I said,in a way that says that I really shouldn`t ask.
` We-you and I -are going out to buy gas now. Right now-in the clothes,or,lack of clothes,which you are now wearing.
I was stunned,not sure if this was really about to happen. I started to mumble a reply,but she cut me off.
`Don`t you dare wimp out on me. I swear,if you weasel out of this, I will never see you again,and that I promise`.
She was emphatic,and,like all closet exhibitionists,I like a good dare.
I gathered up my registration,and some cash- I had to give them to her,no pockets,you see-and made a dash to my car,which I had left right outside her door.She rode shotgun,in normal clothes,not her domme uniform.
So far,so good.
We approach the gas station. It`s now about six-thirty,and the crowd is starting to thin, I breath deeply a few times,and ask for the bank card ... Læs hele novellen
