Julie is a 30 years old, up and coming lawyer, in NYC where she recently joined a mid tier law firm specialized in corporate law.

She has been single for a while now, despite her beautiful look, which is a clear indication that being single is her choice to prioritize her independence and explore life on her own terms.

Julie has dark straight hair, about shoulders length, dark eyes, and the hours she spends at the gym all show on her thin fit body, that coupled with a generous 34D make her turn heads everywhere she walks by.

She has long been fascinated with the unspoken, kinky world of BDSM and over the years she has been more and more daring in exploring her deepest fantasies, all the time doing it with the utmost discretion and secrecy, to avoid any repercussions on her daily vanilla life. Because of that need for discretion, she can’t afford to go to munches or clubs to meet people, even though NYC is a big city, the risk of meeting someone who knows her is just too high.

She has therefore resorted to online forums, chats and communities where she could easily chat with many doms, among all the fakes and wannabes, and ensure they were outside her network and safe sane people before revealing herself and eventually meeting for a drink to check for chemistry. Grabbing a drink with a guy you have already shared your dark fantasies with, and you know would be thinking of you bounded on your knees with his dick down your throat from the first second he sees you is not your average Tinder date, and that alone has all the time been a enormous rush and turn on for Julie, even when those meetings didn’t lead to anything.

But more often than not, if a guy, or a dom I should say, got so far as to get a meeting with Julie for a drink, that meant they were gonna play together shortly after.

Turns out Julie was very good at screening guys online,of course rejecting the vast majority of them, but the few she ended up meeting with gave her a great sample of her submissive nature.

Julie, being the lawyer she is, was all the time well prepared and methodical in her approach to any new partner and new scene. Everything was carefully discussed and agreed ahead of the meeting, with limits and safewords clearly stated and agreed on.

While this kept her safe, it also gave her too much control and for someone who wishes to lose control this approach had its limits in allowing Julie to truly experience what she was after.

That all changed this past Halloween, when Julie was determined to step things up a few notches to try to get to that deep loss of control and mindfuck she had for so long longed for. The first step was to discover the right dom to partner up for this, and she had just the right guy in mind for the job. She was sure he wouldn’t pass up another opportunity to play with her, even if he had to put in a lot of pre-work to make it happen. The guy she reached out to was James, a dom she had played a few times with in the last couple of years and she felt she could trust with a more intense and committed session. Julie and James over the time they had known each other have talked a lot about their shared fantasies and she felt he had a good insight into her mind and desires and his cruel innovative streak would likely take care of the rest.

When she reached out to James and explained what she had her mind set up on, he was as expected more than willing to help Julie out, but he told her, “You must understand that for this to work as you wish you cannot be in control of what happens as you usually do, you will have to trust me, let me surprise you and just deal with what will come”.

Julie knew he was right, but she also knew James’ kinks and devious mind, which made her uneasy in giving him carte blanche on the session.

“Listen” she said, “you will have carte blanche for our session if you can abide by a few simple rules to ensure my regular life remains unaffected and I stay safe. The session will happen far from NYC, in another city. It will last from Friday night to Sunday at midnight during the Halloween weekend a month from now, nothing more. You must keep me safe. Can you live with these?”

James with a grin on his face, “I surely can my sweet Julie, you won’t regret this…eventually”.

A week later Julie received an email from James:

“Hi Slut,

Get used to that word, as it’d be your name for our weekend.

Book yourself a flight to Miami arriving no later than Friday October the 28th at 6pm and leaving no earlier than Monday morning.

Pack light and slutty, you know the kind of clothes I like and be sure to be current with your pill, just in case we have an accident.

Send me the details of your flight when you are booked and I’ll send a friend to pick you up at the airport.

One last thing, when you land, before exiting the airport, you will go to a restroom and change into your slutty clothes, you know the outfit you modeled for me last time when we talked about how fun it would be to go out to a club with that. You will wait in the restroom for me to message you, I’ll let the Newyorkers in your plane exit the airport, and when I message you, you will walk toward the exit looking for my friend who will be holding a sign with your name.

Do exactly as he tells you, believe me when I tell you that you don’t want to disappoint him.

It’d be an unforgettable weekend, get ready slut”.

Fast forward to that weekend, it’s 5:30 pm and Julie just landed at MIA, butterflies in her stomach as she heads to the restroom to follow her master orders thinking she wasn’t yet sure if she could do what he asked, after all being dressed so inappropriately at an airport is something that is really out of character for her, or for anyone else for that matter.

From her onward Julie recalls what happened for the rest of the weekend.

As I made my way to the restroom by the baggage claim area, my legs were shaking from the anticipation, excited about the weekend ahead but really scared to let go control for the first time, wondering how much James will push me and if it was a mistake to give him so much freedom in designed the weekend.

Once inside the large handicap stall, I took my time to put on all the required clothes, black high heels, black stockings attached to a garter belt, no panties, a short schoolgirl like skirt that barely covered the end of the stockings and would show them as I walk and a keyhole top with a large hole showing a good amount of my braless cups. I refreshed my make-up and waited for James’ message, growing more self conscious by the minute as my mind was already thinking about all the eyes on me as I would walk through the airport in such attire.

Maybe 10 minutes after I was ready, a message came through from James “ready”, to which I reply “yes sir”, and immediately after that his order came through “walk out slut, Jerome is waiting for you, and be sure to give your boyfriend a good french kiss as soon as you see him”.

I stared at the phone screen for a few seconds, shocked by how quickly James was throwing me into the dark end…we discussed about my fantasies of being shared with other guys, but never got even close to anything like that, and now he was ordering me to walk out of the airport, dressed in quite revealing clothes and to kiss a complete stranger who was there to pick me up. After some pause to collect my thoughts, I took a deep breath, opened the bathroom door and walked out toward the exit, glancing at the mirror on my way out and thinking how I could let him convince me to dress like this in such a public place.

As the last door opened, I saw the usual line of people waiting for their loved ones, then I saw a sign, unequivocally for me, it read “Miss Slut”…I wanted to disappear, I felt so many eyes on me at that moment but I shake it off and walked toward it, wanting this moment to end as soon as efficient. Holding the sign there was this guy, loose jeans, large t-shirt, baseball cap facing back, gold necklace and yes, he was black too…another of the fantasies James and I talked about in the past.

I walked toward him, he opened his arms and I went in for a kiss, as he slid his tongue inside my mouth, he quickly grabbed my ass with both hands, I could feel his bare hands on my skin and I knew everyone behind us was having a good look at my garter laces. Luckily he let me go quickly, no one wanted to be arrested for public indecency, and we started to walk toward the parking lot where he had his vehicle.

As we walked I was too afraid to speak, and he didn’t say a word until we arrived to the far end of the parking lot where he opened his van, he threw my bag in the back and, as I was about to sit onto the passenger seat, I heard him saying “no no, sluts don’t sit in the front of my van, back here”.

As I walked toward him and rounded the corner of the van I saw the inside of the van, all empty except for a Sybian fucking machine anchored at the far side on the floor, and a bunch of bindings over it. “Get in and take a seat slut, I believe you know how a slut should sit on my special chair” Jerome said with a grin on his face as he gently pushed me inside the back of the van. I couldn’t believe what was happening, a complete stranger I just met a few minutes ago is ordering me to sit on a fucking machine while he watches. At least no one was around this area of the parking lot.

I moved over to the Sybian, put my back to the front wall of the van looking at the back door where Jerome was staring at me, and I got on my knees straddling the device, moving slowly trying to delay what seemed more inevitable by the second. “What are you waiting for slut, lower yourself on that dildo, we don’t have all night” he barked at me, his voice starting to sound harsher and impatient.

As I touched the dildo I felt it had been already lubed and proceeded to impale my pussy on it, the skirt sort of covering my pussy not removing the shame I was feeling in that moment.

As soon as I had my full weight on the machine, Jerome stepped into the van, he walked toward me and started to fumble with the bindings. I felt something being passed around my neck tying it firmly to the van, then the upper half of my body was secured against the van wall, immediately followed by my wrists being tied to the top left and right corners of that same wall, another loop around my lower belly, and then my ankles and thighs tied down on the machine. As Jerome stepped back to look at his work he pulled something out of his pocket, “open up whore” he said, and he tied a ring gag to my mouth.

At that moment I had a second of clear thoughts, and I started to panic, I’m tied up in a van with a stranger. I do trust James, but I have no idea who this Jerome is or if Jerome is even his real name. I begin to pull on the restraints and try to say something, but the ropes don’t give me any room to move, the ring gag turns my words into mumbles and it gets a droll starting to drop on my top. What did I get myself into I think as Jerome untied the front of my top so that the fabric was now loosely covering my tits but leaving a large gap in between that would completely expose me at the smallest movement. He then grabbed something else from his pocket, as he got closer I can see he has two alligator clamps and he is about to attach them to my nipples.

He put one hand over my mouth while he attached them to my nipples one by one, grinning again as I screamed and shaked my whole body from the sharp pain. He attached a wire to each clamp before stepping back and watching me with a satisfied look.

“I built this myself” he said, “the fucking machine is connected the the Engine RPM, the higher the engine goes, the faster the machine vibrates and fucks you. The clamps on the other hand, are connected to an e-stim device, every time I touch the brakes your nipples get zapped, the zapping starts at a very low setting and increases by 1% every time I brake until it reaches the max setting where it stays until the engine is turned off”.

I looked at him with terror in my eyes as he explained how that device worked…I was expecting just a ride to meet James, not a full on hard core BDSM session before I even got to meet him, he was certainly taking full benefit of my lack of control during this weekend and all the fantasies I shared with him over time were starting to flash through my mind, making me feel more scared about what I got myself into.

Jerome continued, “I see you are worried about the electrodes attached to your nipples, you shouldn’t worry, you should be scared” with a big grin on his face, “at the low setting they produce a pleasant feeling, but from about 30% and up it will turn into increasing sharp pain. You should pray we don’t hit much traffic on the way to James, the last time I used this on a slut like you, we hit stop and go traffic for an hour…poor bitch…she even passed out from the pain when I had to use the brakes a few times in rapid sequence and the zapping reached 90%”.

I was now freaking out, I had no idea how far we were gonna drive and I had never played with electricity before, but I remembered telling James it was something I’d like to explore while tied up in a BDSM scene…damn my mouth, all the time talking too much.

As I was lost in my thoughts, Jerome jumped off the van, he closed the back door, and soon after I heard the engine turning on. I was instantly caught off guard by the machine turning on right away and going full speed a couple of times as Jerome revved the engine up. “Enjoy the ride, slut!” I heard from a speaker at the back of the van, “and don’t mind the camera, it’s for me to keep an eye on you to make sure you stay safe”. With that I noticed a blinking red light from the back door and my mind couldn’t not wonder about the public exposure fantasies I had shared with James…”no he couldn’t be doing that, it’s just as Jerome said, to watch over me” I hoped.

As the van got going, the continuous accelerations and braking at every speed bump in the parking lot gave my pussy a good workout right off the bat, and the intensity of the zapping on my nipples was quickly growing from almost nothing to a noticeable, but still manageable, bite.

When we entered the freeway things seemed to reach a plateau, the vibrations and rotation of the dildo inside my pussy were slow and constant and I was starting to get more and more aroused, there was no braking for a while so my nipples were only mildly in pain from the clamps and I was inching closer to my first orgasm of the weekend. Then all of a sudden we slowed down almost to a stop…then started again, stopped again for a few times…now my nipples were starting to hurt, more every time the van decelerated. I instinctively pulled on the restraints at every zap, but they held fast. “Hold your energy slut” I heard from the speaker, “we have hit some traffic and the zapper is only at 36%…I’m afraid you are in for quite a trip”.

The next few minutes were an increasing level of hell, the ordinary stop and go pattern of the crowded freeway on a Friday evening quickly ramped up the power of the electric shocks, my nipples were on fire, my eyes were tearing up, I had drooled all over myself and I just wanted it to be over, but tied up on the back of the van I had no idea how long this insanity would last. In that moment, while being zapped and screaming in agony, I remembered that evening when I told James I was curious about what it feels like to be tortured without having a way out, to be brought to exhaustion and tears within safety but without the possibility to get out…”shit” I wondered, that was exactly what was happening to me now.

At some point during that ordeal I noticed the driving style changing, I wondered we might have gone off the freeway and be nearing our destination, “hold on just another little bit Julie” I told myself as I was trying to deal with the ever increasing level of pain on my nipples. Then one last shock, the van stopped and finally the engine was off. I immediately broke down in a sobbing cry, all the tension built up during the drive releasing in that moment.

The back door of the van opened, I raised my head, still sobbing and with broken breathing, I saw James, elegantly dressed looking at me with his dark deep eyes. He came closer to me, kneeled in front of me and hugged me, “poor poor little thing, is reality harsher than you fantasized about”, he asked in a condescending tone. He then pulled off both nipple clamps at once, and the blood flowing back into my nipples had me squeal in pain again, while he was still holding me in his arms. He was the one behind all this, the one who just made me scream in pain, but he was also the one I trusted who was holding me in his arms, I wanted him to just hold me, cuddle me in that moment but he had other plans.

He grabbed my head between his hands, “sweetheart, I’m so glad you have finally decided to let go and gave me this weekend, I promise you it’d be memorable”. On his way off the van I heard him speaking to Jerome, “unload the whore from the van, get her all cleaned up, she is a mess, and have her put on the costume I have prepared for her, we are going out partying tonight”.

I didn’t recognize his voice, his tone, when he spoke to Jerome, he almost seemed like another person…”do I really know James that well” I asked myself as more doubts started to create up in my head about what was to come.