The Journey Continues
 
Thinking better of the euphoria that had allowed Me to give the Porsche its head, I eased off on the throttle, was comfortably down in third gear and at 55 before the radar detector demanded attention.
 
"Yanno, li'kitten, this fucking road continues to win design awards for its beauty and the fact that it is designed to be driven by the average schlep in his Detroit iron at more than 120. Doesn’t it seem asinine, the posted limit is 55? The "benefits" of civilization are, and I suppose always will be, a total mystery to Me."

That's why I intend to go north up through Nevada. It is criminal to limit this car like that, and hard on the engine too."
 Wending my way through the growing morning traffic that thickens as I approach San Jose, I wax "eloquently" about this "arm-pit of the Universe" as I prattle on. Upon turning my eyes to see if I still have an audience, I am startled to see tears on her cheeks.

"Speak to Me, li'kitten? Tears? Surely, this "hole" holds no place so deep in your heart as to warrant tears? I can understand your indulgently tolerating My prattle, but was it so bad so as to cause this?"

"No, my Master. It is just that you speak in the singular. Have You tired of Your li'kitten so soon. Do you plan to leave her here when You leave for Your new life? Fear not, my One, i shall cause no scene, but will leave quietly."

"What in the Hell are you talking about?" I ask with some heat in My voice. There is a lot I have yet to learn I realize, and I had better learn it all and fast. Oh, shit I think… I said… she thought… I have got to remember to be very careful in what I say and how I say it, or… No, damn it, let's get this straight, right now.

"O.K., My li'kitten, I did misspeak… I did speak in the singular, but that was merely force of habit. With your luggage and My pack, your instructor carefully included some very interesting reading material - sort of a manual for Masters and T/theirs. I read them carefully, as I imagine you did. I do understand My duties and obligations, clearly and entered into Our covenant with open eyes."

"You Wear My collar; I took you for My slave. W/we shared vows that I take very seriously. We are O/one, Myne. As far as I am concerned, the vows W/we took, quietly in that dungeon are as binding and holy as any taken by a man and woman as the grandest of cathedrals."

"I don't know how W/we will live, but I do know that W/we will do it together. Now, does that put finish to your tears and insecurities?"

The tears gush, and she lets them flow free. They are no longer tears of anguish and fear, but now flow in joy and happiness.
"Oh, Master, You are myne… i feared… i thought… oh, Master, yes, yes… this is all i desire and more… thank You, my Master… i could not have expected that from One such as You, thank You, my Satyr… i am so happy, my One… so very happy…"

And, the tears began again, in earnest…

Two marriages, I thought… many relationships, and I still can't take a woman's tears. I fumble for a new conversational direction. This Master/slave business is going to take some getting use to.

"li'kitten, do you know, off hand, what is the quickest way into Nevada from here? When W/we leave - in the shortest possible time, please - I would like to get there and head north, as soon as possible - a straight shot into Washington? Do you know anything of the route? I thought B & Bs in the Sierras - maybe pop back into California in the Sierras? It's been so damn long, I just am not sure anymore."

"Ummm, no, myne, but if You will pull over and let me get one of my bags from the luggage, i can find out in a few minutes. Ummm, may i use the cigarette lighter, please? “

 I ease through the traffic and pull off on the shoulder - "heel-n-toe, and, away W/we go…" Funny, I think, I hadn't thought of that in years. This has been a very strange twelve hours - very strange indeed. I drew up, and a slew of the cars W/we had passed went derisively flying by - three Highway Patrol cars in delightful pursuit. Must watch your six you idiots, I thought.
 She popped out of the car and shortly returned with one of her pieces of matched luggage. She unzipped it and removed several matched leather cases. Opening each carefully, she removed a whole office, which she placed in the empty flat spaces of the interior of the Porsche. She took a strange looking device and plugged it into the cigarette lighter. The other end she into plugged her laptop. Other umbilical attached her printer and a phone to the computer.  she was quick and efficient in these tasks.

The inter-connections having been made, she proceeded to get on-line. A little "jiggery-pokery" and the printer began to spew forth pages of detailed directions and maps.

While He watched, fascinated, she checked her e-mail and opened first one, then a second and third beautiful site. Her hands and the minutes flew; He had considered himself fairly adept at operating a computer and navigating the Web, but in a matter of minutes, that illusion was shattered - rent to smithereens. As she is engrossed in her tasks, she reaches to the printer and retrieves the map package, which she hands to Him. Their detailed route to the high country of Southeast Washington State is in his hands. After twenty minutes of "wizards-work," she disassembles her computer setup, puts it back in her luggage and stows that piece in the back.

"Sorry, Master, i have sorely neglected my sites, and, while the maps were printing, i got caught up, answered some essential e-mail, and arranged to have my car shipped to Richland. i also alerted some of my contacts in the area and will have two or three positions available for my employment when W/we arrive, if it is Your wish that i am allowed to work. Working as an RN, and capitalizing on my sites, i can usually count on making over 100k a year. It's all done for the moment. If You wish, W/we can proceed."

"O.K., one… I think some explanation is in order. I'm fascinated." I ask as I get us rolling and into traffic again. I've got a pretty sophisticated computer set-up being shipped to await My arrival, but this was taking the computer revolution to levels I'd never dreamed about. Hell I thought, I despised the ass holes with cell phones plastered to their ears, who were accidents looking for a place to happen that had sprung up in such profusion on the highways and byways of late. Now, I am a rolling office and the proud "Owner" of a highly competent woman.

she told Him of her computer experience and her twenty plus years as a "gypsy" nurse. How, at about sixteen, she realized that she was destined to the "Life" and her years of searching for what W/we had found last night. She was bubbling with joy and laughter, and it was infectious - the car was now filled with laughter, banter and good cheer as T/they became better and better acquainted. Most importantly, He thought, T/they traded fantasies, desires and cravings in all manner of arenas - sexual being the bottom line too much of T/their conversation. Very oral and tactile was one of her recurrent themes - she thought and accepted words such as "cunt, whore and slut" as endearments, not derision. These and all the other prospects delighted Him.
her hand stole up his thigh after she had slipped off her panties to make O/our access to her nether so much more convenient. The natural progression of this brought two immediate thoughts to mind - considering what she was doing to His concentration, cell phones seemed a harmless diversion, and brought thoughts of "The Story of O" to mind. He had some ideas surfacing in response to her original request that He choose her clothes for the day.

In T/their haste to leave, He'd not had the presence of mind to think through His choices. T/their conversation - she had clearly made oblique references to that book - and her touch, brought the topic to a head. And, a head, His other head was where her fingers were now probing. Before He had passed the bus that was bedeviling Him in the fast lane, she had released His prick from its confines and engulfed it in the heat and moist capture of one of the loveliest, most skilled mouths He had ever experienced. Her hand was buried and very busy between her own thighs.

Electric shock hit Him like 220 volts as her finger probed His ass. The rhythm increased, and His passions soared - higher, faster… more, He needed more… His hips arched to meet her ministrations - deeper, deeper He drove into her. The incredible sensation transferred to pressure on His right foot and the Porsche responded to T/them as the cat had just hours before… faster, deeper… her mouth, down her throat now, more, faster. And, He came; she came; T/they came. Him cuming deep in her throat as her finger raped His ass, her other hand raking her clit and the car rocketed through the increasingly heavy traffic. Reflexes took over and T/their speed decreased as her speed slowed. Oh, God, His mind screamed, this is going to be a wonderful trip, if W/we live long enough to enjoy it!

"one, while I am thinking about it, you mentioned "The Story of O" and earlier you asked me to select your wardrobe for the day, it would please Me if you did not wear undergarments.  Also, if you could keep the ben-wa balls inserted? Are these requests that are possible? I don't know what is possible and impossible, these are just ideas that struck Me at the moment."
"These are Your wishes Master, I will obey within the limits You set… i do fear that my breasts are not those of a young woman and do sag more than is pleasing. The balls may be worn for extended periods, with some care. i do caution You, i am quite randy by nature and the balls keep me at a much higher pitch of physical need, desires and surface all of my cravings, but, if these are Your desires, i would take delight in doing these things." she giggled in glee at the thoughts now running uninhibited through her deliciously lewd brain centers.

She unbuttoned her sweater and removed her bra. Reaching into her purse, she extracted a plastic case with two large, gold plated spheres - her ben-wa balls. She kissed each, lovingly and inserted them one at a time - a sigh, a shudder of ecstasy, a knowing smile playing across her face and a contented purring mark their passage from inert metal spheres to devises of driven passion.

Watching this from the corner of His eye, He found Himself envying the ben-wa in their single-minded proximity to her incredible cunt. When T/they arrived at His brother's apartment, He grabbed His backpack and she her "office" as they buttoned up the car. A series of introductions, rapid packing and quick good-byes, checking a last time and T/they were storing T/their gear in the car, inside of a hour. T/they were able to hit the freeway and point the Porsche East by 8 AM. This put them going against the majority of the congested traffic and on virtually empty roads. The car began to beg to be given its head. For His part, He was content to drive and to caress her occasionally as she sought to maintain her concentration on the "office" she had reestablished in her side of the car's interior - in spite of His ministrations and her coos of pleasure, her fingers flew over the keys and beautiful images flowed across the screen.

"Ummm… Master, i have created two sites for You. But, i need a name for one of them. Do You have a favorite character…? Ummm… from Your readings?" she asked, looking up from her tasks, raising My roaming hand to her lips - first, licking My fingers, then kissing the back of My hand, putting it back between her legs with a wicked li'grin.

"Yes, Beowulf… from the Danish legend! I am too teach it next year and have always loved the character. I worked for nearly 30 years as an analyst - mostly, for various government agencies. The analyst's role has always intrigued Me. Assessing a situation and applying brainpower to its solution, rather than sheer brawn.  Brawn, of course, is there to play its part but, applied surgically after the situation is fully understood."

"Ummm… Yes, You can have Beowulf, but might i suggest… Ummm… that We take some liberties… and, spell it thus… "BeoWolf?"

"Sure, great, Myne. you'll have to explain all of this to Me, but fine. I noticed that you have begun using "li'kitten {cHw}, and I understand that, but is there a "Master" equivalent to the {cHw}? Could I append {bek} to BeoWolf as I would like to do to cHw?"

"Ooooooo… for Yours my Master? You would do this for meeeeeeee? she squeals with delight. "i am sorry, Master. It is not that i doubt You; i just am having so much trouble accepting all You give me. The honor you bestow upon Yours. I had never thought… never expected… that anyOne…" And, the tears started in earnest, but they were tears of joy and happiness.
her thighs tightened upon My hand as the heat and wetness of her cunt rose. She moved to accommodate Me more easily; her clit began to reach out for My searching fingers. One finger, two, three and now four slipping into her hot moist cunt - the nail of My thumb raked her already sensitive clit, fully exposed to My caresses.

"Oh, yes, My slut.  NOW, you whore! I COMMAND you, cum! CuM! CUM FOR ME! OBEY, MY BITCH IN HEAT! CUM, NOW!   with My hand raping your cunt! My thumbnail rasping your clit!  I said, CUM!!"

And, with a scream that rocked the car, she gripped My fingers, ripples of pleasure washing over My hand.  The musky fragrance of her filling the car, assaulting My senses.

"Oh, God, yyyyyeeeeeeeeessssssssss………… thank You… thank You, my Master… needed… wanted… crave Your touch, Your gifts to me… the heat… the pain from last night… need…" "Oh, oh, please Master, please… ooonnnneeeeee mmmoooorrrreee? Oooooohhhhh……… please, nnnnneeeeeeddddddd…"

Harder, deeper I forced My fingers into her."Yes, My delicious slut, one more time, you may cum one more time… NOW… CUM… OBEY ME!  And, this time her orgasm was one of those that some women achieve and the majority simply dreams about. she was rocked to the core of her being; W/we rocked My psyche to the depths of My understanding, and she rocked the car to the point of near dangerous swaying.

In the bag on the car's rear deck, the cat purred - knowing that its turn would be not long in coming. It was late afternoon, and T/they must find a place to eat and stay for the night.

It laid, curled, purring deep in the velvet pouch, content to wait.