An Errand for Mistress
Just Deliver this envelope and I’ll buy you those shoes
“Excuse me . . . Excuse me . . . Are you ok? Do you need me to call 911? There’s a nice Police Man from the direction I just came . . . should I go get him?” She was the nicest of old ladies, so I wanted to be polite, but didn’t need, much less want any help. “I’m ok . . . I’m just a little hot right now.”
“Well it would be better if you opened up that long coat of yours Missy . . . with so much sweat pouring off your face and all.” As she was reaching for the already too loosely tied belt, “No, please it’s ok, thank you. I’m fine.” She was starting to pull on the belt anyway and I snapped at her, “JUST LEAVE IT!”
Had I been able to pull my arms out of the coat pockets, I would have just stopped her. In addition, I would have been able to block her heavy as hell purse from smacking my side as she upped the ante with a, “FUCK YOU BITCH!” Before waddling away . . . adding a, “STUPID CUNT!” for good measure.
I’m barely a third of the way to the Cafe, and Mistress’s skills have me ready to fall to my knees. The Ben Wa Balls alone, clanking together inside my vagina was enough on their own to take me down. But nooooo! Mistress couldn’t stop there. Had she shared all her side-rules to this simple errand before I agreed, I would have said, fuck the shoes.
Under the coat, I’m only wearing thigh high nylons with wide lace at the top and my tightest of pink silk panties. The rest of my outfit consists of a weave of tight rope encasing my torso! She has this perfectly formed triple knot pushed hard against my swollen and growing sore clit! Every move, even the slightest of motions causes the knot to tip and turn, grinding into me in the most sensual of ways! My God She’s Good!
The web of rope encompassing my breasts is more comforting then expected, as tightly as it’s bound. My breasts were of a size where there wasn’t much motion already. But with the support of her ropes . . . they would only move in the direction the rest of my upper body was headed. Then there was Mistress’s little rainbow sprinkles added to my predicament in the form of the insides of the pockets being removed.
My open palms forced against the tops of my naked thighs. My wrists could feel the bottom edges of my now growing wetter panties, while my fingertips enjoyed the top lace edges of my nylons hugging my firm thighs! Visually, the muscles in the thighs of a woman flexing as she moves, drives me crazy! Feeling my own muscles moving with every step was shooting sparks into my pussy!
Hidden inside my coat, away from prying eyes, were the ropes that completed my bondage. Wrapped snugly around my wrists and upper thighs, with a circle wrap between to keep it all in place. This was not coming off until I make it back from my errand . . . that is if I make it back?
She didn’t use any of the buttons on the coat . . . because that would have insured it not accidentally coming open along the way. No, that would have helped me too much! Mistress went only with a quick half loose knot of the belt. That’s It! Nothing else keeping my mostly naked roped form covered and safe. Of all the knots tied today by my Mistress, this would be the one I needed knotted the tightest . . . and of course . . . is the loosest!
It’s only a block . . . it’s only a block away . . . oh . . . my . . . god! Every fifth step is another orgasm! Now my fucking erect nipples are being teased by the inside of the coat as I walk! The Balls, The Knots, The Feel of my own naked thighs . . . oh! Fuck! Leaning against a window, I close my eyes as I shudder my way through an even more intense orgasm!
My own orgasm is causing such a shudder it leads to another as I pinch both of my upper thighs as hard as I can to try and stop this torrent of pleasures preventing me from walking! The painful pinches intensified my orgasm even further as I banged my head against the window! Ok . . . that’s working cause that fucking hurts . . . and not in a good way . . .
A few long slow breaths and I was finally coming back down. With my forehead still against the window, I slowly open my eyes to at least a dozen old, very shocked ladies playing Bingo. All of them staring right at me! . . . And right in the middle was their Pack Leader . . . the foul-mouthed old bitty who wouldn’t mind her own damn business!
She didn’t hold back, “That’s the Cunt I told you about! Right There! Fucked in the Head I tell you! Bet she’s doing the coke and all! There’s a Cop right up the street! I’m going to get him!” Fuck! She grabbed her weapon, aka, purse and headed out the door in the opposite direction of the Cafe I needed to get to!
The options I have now . . . well they all suck! I can’t get back home, because that’s the direction of Officer Gonnaopenmycoat. Going inside where the Granny Mob were all getting their purses ready would mean being slowly bludgeoned to death with no way to block even their slowest of attacks! Speed walking to the Cafe was my only choice!
I know exactly where it is and Mistress showed me a pic of Miguel. Just get him the envelope and I’m sure I can get him to hide me inside until the Cop and the Blue Haired posse leaves. There’s only one thing Mistress did for me that will finally help. She allowed me to wear sneakers vs. heels. With no way to put my hands out, she worried what would happen if I tripped.
Now I just need to hope the powerful pleasure engine under my coat doesn’t kick into high gear the faster I move. Hopefully it’ll be like pulling off a Band-Aid and I won’t feel it . . . oh my god I’m so fucked! The faster I go the more the Ben Wa Balls clank and clank hard! The rattling things inside of them, whatever the fuck it is, the triple knots having their way with my clit and my hands now moving against my flesh in such a fast motion!
It’s less than a block! . . . It’s less than a block! . . . OH! . . . MY! . . . GOD! Speed walking, hands in my pockets, head flailing as I do every thing to not scream! I can’t attract even more attention . . . I need to keep moving! One quick glance back, I can see the Cop closing the distance. Only twenty more feet to the tables outside the Cafe!
There’s Miguel! Watching my breathless panicked approach! Tipping to one side, he sees I’m being chased! With both hands he waves me in like he’s trying to attract a stray dog! He turns in his chair so his knees are now out from under the table as I’m down to the last few feet! Oh, wow, he’s Hot!
With my eyes on his finely trimmed facial hair, my foot hooked one of the chair legs on the way! Normally I would have been fine to catch my balance . . . but with no way to grab onto anything and being completely out of oxygen . . . I go to my knees just as I make it to Miguel’s open arms! . . .
Landing triple knot first hard into his knee! FUCK! You know the end of a Fireworks Show . . . when they finally light everything off they have left? Well that’s me being hugged firmly by Miguel, that knot crammed tightly between us as my whole body convulses as I can no longer hold it in! What’s the fun of a Fireworks Finally if there aren’t sounds to go with it?
The people at the Cafe watch as one woman says, “She’s having a seizure!” Miguel squeezes me harder as I convulse and howl like a wolf in heat! He turns to the woman and tells her, in the sexiest of accents, “I’m sorry ma’am, but she’s not having a seizure.” Adding a cute little wink. The woman grabs her kids by their hands screaming, “OH MY GOD! WE’RE LEAVING NOW! SICKOS!”
Completely out of energy, my head tips into the side of his neck . . . mmm, he smells so good! One last thought hits me as I grow dizzy . . . Mistress never gave me the envelope to deliver! Fuck! I’m not getting my shoes . . . as I pass out in his arms . . .
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