Travel Tryst - Conclusion

My flight finally landed at 2 am in the morning on Sunday. I was exhausted but as soon as the plane touched down and started taxing towards the gate, all my exhaustion vanished. When the wheels touched down, the restriction that my Swami had placed on me about not contacting him were lifted. I immediately fired up my phone and called his cell. I cannot tell you the feeling. My heart was pumping so loudly, I felt the old woman sitting next to me could hear it. First ring.. Second ring.. Third ring... Oh lord! it was going to go into his voice mail... Then he answered

"Hello darling". His voice shot through my ears into my brain. I have never taken drugs, but perhaps this is how it feels when after a long hiatus, the addict shoots the drug and it coarses through their system. A chill ran up my spine.

 "Swami...I missed you.. so much..Oh Lord.. it is so good to hear your voice, I said. "I missed you too Sweety. I am waiting for you at baggage claim. See you soon". Click... Wait.. I wanted to talk to him, hear his voice, but he just hung up. Looked like he wanted to deny me any release for as long as he possibly could. That should have clued me in to what I was going to experience, but I was so happy just to be back, I immediately forgot about it. I visited the restroom first, cleaned myself and made myself presentable  and then walked excitedly to baggage claim, but my mind was already in hyper drive.

As soon as he saw me he waved. The first thing I did when I hugged him,  was to take in his body odor. Ah.. that smell of his body. I had been denied that for almost four days now but now the wait was over. My Swami can come from a workout, all sweaty, but Lord, I just love the way he smells. Even if he wears no deodorant or cologne, his smell just makes my mouth water. Then I reached and kissed him and as we kissed, I got my second serotonin rush. His breath. I love inhaling his breath. When we sleep at night sometimes I will put my head on his chest and turn my face so that I can breathe in his exhaled air. It turns me on sexually.  He touched me lightly on my face and arms. I could feel the wetness between my legs.

We talked for a while waiting for my bag to show up and I loved hearing his voice. Swami had brought our SUV to the airport and had parked it in a far off corner on the fifth floor of the parking garage. As we reached the car, he took out the remote key fob and opened the trunk. I looked around, there was nobody anywhere near our car, so I decided to be a little naughty. I insisted on putting the bag into the trunk myself and as I slid it in I leaned into the trunk, my legs spread wide apart and pretended to struggle with the bag. I was hoping he was staring at my ass.

Suddenly he lifted my skirt and stared at my butt plug.

"Hmm, no panties?" he said, his voice betraying his sexual arousal. "Hmm.. Hmm" I said. Yes, Swami, it is yours, do with it what you will. I thought. "Ah the pink plug.." He smiled. "Yes, Swami, the one you gifted me on my birthday, It is special for me" I whispered.

Suddenly he jerked me by my hair and pulled me out of the trunk. He quickly closed it and then opened the back seat and ordered me to get in. I usually ride with him in the front, so was a little surprised, but did as I was told. As I entered the back seat, I knew I was in for an interesting ride. He had brought his bag of tricks with him. He entered the back seat with me and locked the door. "Remove your dress" he commanded. I obeyed like the good slave I was. I was a little nervous though. This was the first time I was going to have sex in a parking lot. The back of our SUV is tinted, so it is hard for anybody to really see us in the back seat unless a light is on, but I was still nervous. Once I had stripped, Swami pointed to his pants. I undid his belt, unzipped him and lowered his pant. He wasn't wearing any underwear. He touched my pussy and smiled. "You are such a slut" he said. "Yes Swami..." I agreed "But I am your slut". Do you know what I am about to do to you my submissive slut" He taunted me. "Whatever you do, Swami, it will be a great start to my day" I whimpered.

He reached and gently removed the butt plug from my ass. When you have a plug in your ass for 5+ hours, you better be real careful when you remove it. My butt was unwilling to let it go!! it came out slowly and when it popped out, I gave out a yelp. "Open you mouth" He commanded. I looked into his eyes and opened my mouth. He shoved it in my mouth. "Bite down" he said. Then he applied lube on his cock and took me anally in a reverse cowgirl position. I used my hands to caress his balls and he used his right fingers to rub my clit. I was so worked up that I felt the orgasm rising inside me. "Ummm... Umm... I cried" No answer. "Umm.. Ummm" I said again. He ignored me. I dug my nails into his thighs to try and get his attention. He slapped me hard on my cheeks. "I know.. you will just have to wait, till I give you permission" He hissed. I nodded, barely able to contain my self. He kept rubbing my clitoris and as the orgasm started rising in me, I opened my eyes wide and bit hard on the butt plug. I tried my darn-est to control it. I started to whimper like a hurt dog and started breathing in short shallow breaths.

My toes curled and still he refused to give me permission. Finally it was too much. The orgasm just burst through me like water exploding thru a weakened dam and my whole body convulsed. I bit hard into the butt plug and let out a scream. It was exquisite. Four days of pent up frustration got a gigantic release. But now I knew there would be a price to pay.

Within a minute, he was ready to cum too. I quickly moved the plug from my mouth back into my ass and went down on him. He jammed my head into his groin and held me there. His cock exploded in my mouth. "Don't fucking swallow" he grunted, Three or four spurts hit the back of my throat and there was nothing I could do about them. but for the rest, I collected the cum in my mouth. When he was done, he pulled me by my hair and positioned me in the middle seat. Then he brought out the ropes from the bag, pulled my hands apart and tied them to the head rests on the left and right seats. Then he used ropes to pull apart my thighs and fastened them to the handles on the left and right doors. All the while, I held his cum in my mouth. "Tilt your head back" he said. He removed a small plastic bottle from the bag. "You know what this is?" he asked. I nodded. He poured his piss slowly into my mouth. When my mouth was really full, he said. "Close your mouth, but don't you swallow it or let it out of your mouth" I shut my mouth carefully.

He attached clover clamps to my nipples. He had a piece of thread tied to the chain of the clover clamp. There he left me, zipped his pants and entered the driver's seat. He applied a band aid to his right toe. Then he bent down and tied the thread to his toe. It was stretched taut from my nipple to his toe. "This is how we are going home. This is your punishment for cumming without permission" He declared looking at me in the mirror. I was horrified. If anybody saw us, we would be in big trouble. I shook my head, but he started the SUV and quickly exited the parking lot through the automated toll gate and started on the 45 minute trip to our home.

I sat in the back seat of our SUV, tied, naked, with cum and piss in my mouth, clover clamps attached to my nipples. I learnt two important lessons this Sunday.

If you have never paid attention to acceleration and braking while traveling, you pay real good attention to them when the pain on your nipples is connected to them directly. Every time he moved his feet to accelerate or break, his foot would move away and the thread would pull against the chain attached to the clover clamps biting down on my nipples. As the pain surged through my nipples, I screamed loudly, but it was like a great grinding noise because my mouth was closed. This was one of the best mind fucks I have had.

Every time I would see a car in front or the road cleared up in front of us, I would visualize what would happen a split second before my Swami either hit the gas pedal or the brake with his right leg and the anticipation of the pain had as much effect on my brain as the pain itself.

The other thing I learned on Sunday was it is incredibly difficult to keep your mouth full of liquid, even if it is something you love to drink. I enjoy swallowing my Swami's cum and pee, but when you have your mouth full of them and are forced to hold it there, funny things happen.

First your body reacts and starts generating saliva. Now I know I could have cheated and just swallowed a little to make the quantity in my mouth manageable, but I don't like to disobey my Swami, so I was determined not to swallow. The liquid in your mouth starts getting warmer and expands slightly. This all makes it really hard to hold it in. I tried to puff up my mouth, but that just made it worse. Soon my lips and then the muscles around my mouth started to quiver. It did not help things that every time his toe moved, my nipples would get pulled and I would scream with my mouth full. By the time we neared home, I was delirious, trying to keep the concoction of cum, piss and saliva in my mouth from leaking out or being forced to swallow it. Then as he made the turn into our neighborhood, the thread got caught in the gap between the right of his seat and the arm rest. He had braked and moved his toe but when he did that the thread got caught and refused to release the tension on my nipples even after he moved his feet back. I yelled loudly, but because I had been doing so at regular intervals, my Swami did not even notice. for the last 2 or 3 minutes of the ride, the clover clamps pulled my nipples excruciatingly hard and stayed that way till my Swami parked the SUV in our garage. He then quickly realized what had happened and released the clover clamps. I let out another loud scream. "You are almost there, Daasi" he said.

He dragged me out of the car, then tied my wrists behind my back and had me follow him naked into the house. As we opened the door, I saw Chutki who was baby sitting our daughter sleeping on our sofa. She awoke with a start and stared wide eyed, when I walked in stark naked with my hands tied behind my back.

"Wow Didi!! Welcome home" She said and then noticed my mouth. "Umm.. Umm" I cried. "Oh yes, Daasi, you can swallow now" my Swami smiled.

I don't think, I have ever swallowed a load with so much pleasure. I don't think I could have held the stuff in my mouth any longer.

My Swami quickly untied me, gave me back my dress and after chatting with Chutki briefly, Swami and I made it to our bedroom. I took a shower and when I got out, Swami soothed my hurt nipples with some moisturizing cream. By the time we went to bed and drifted off to sleep it was almost 5 in the morning but I was one happy Daasi.

If I could get this kind of "welcome home" every time I traveled, I would love to travel every week.