9/10 In the back of a truck with all the time in the world

A week later

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Everything has been arranged. In order to avoid nosey neighbors or the like, he had rented a box truck for the night and had spent the last couple of hours setting everything up inside.

It was 5:48PM. Carrie was always finished with work by 6, like clockwork. It was Friday night and they both had the weekend off. Along with the 3 day rental, he had brought enough food to feed them luxuriously for the weekend. It was honestly like camping in a way. A strange, hedonistic camping trip.

He checked through the mental checklist to make sure he had thought of everything. Over the last week, to increase the pleasure from this trip, he had abstained from their usual nightly activities. She had been quite angsty about this and he almost always had to remind her each day to avoid rubbing one out, not that he had been much better.

The sound of keys in the lock, a knob turning, and a pair of flats scraping across the floor signal her return. 5:55PM. The stage is set.

“Hi honey! How was work?” She sets down her bags and turns to the mini mirror by the door and starts shrugging off her coat. You walk up behind her, hugging her from behind, coming close to her ear.

“It’s time.” You intone deeply.

Her eyes light up and she looks at you with excitement and lust and a bit of fear.

“There is a bag in the bedroom with an outfit inside. Shower, change into it, and meet me outside in the parking garage. Don’t keep me waiting too long.” You kiss her cheek.

She rumbles and nods, before disappearing into the bedroom.

A quick elevator ride down to the parking garage, and you wait expectantly for your lover_ _turned victim to arrive.

10 minutes later, and a woman with a large trench coat on in high heels walks up to your reserved parking space and knocks on the window.

“Daniel, what…” she starts as you get out of the truck

“From this moment on until our time is over, you will refer to me as Master, and you will be ****. Is that clear!”

You grab her left tit through the heavy trench coat and squeeze. She lets out a little moan but nods. “Yes Master…”

“Good. Get inside. And stay silent.” You instruct.

She enters the vehicle and you pull a heavy blindfold out of the dashboard and hand it to her along with a pair of ear plugs.

“Put these on, and if I find out either of them were not done correctly, there will be consequences!” You warn her.

“Yes Master!”

And off, into the night you go.