Rogue Dominant's blog: "My Life In Black & White"

You were a good girl all the way down to the shore. You sat in the passenger seat, quietly, hands bound and only spoke when directed to. It was a long ride and I know you were getting antsy, but you handled it well and I was proud of you. I told you so, afterwards, remember? I told you often, because I believe in reinforcing positive behavior, as well as rewarding it. We stopped once so you could pee and stretch your legs, and even then you were very good about staying in your bindings and keeping them hidden from public view. Because that would have been hard to explain. Most people don't see what we were doing as "normal". There would have been accusations and our trip would have been ruined before it even got started. I didn't take advantage of you in the car, altho I did touch you a lot. I love touching. Caressing, fondling. Knowing that you're there, that you're with me, that you're mine, at least for now.

I did take your cuffs off when we got to the hotel, because I wanted you there with me when I checked in, pleasant but silent, and having your hands bound would not have looked good at all. I did get considerable pleasure when the clerk tried to talk to you, and you did exactly as told. You looked at me for silent permission to respond, and when it wasn't given, you simply smiled at the woman and looked away. Knowing the hotel business like I do, I know she found this suspicious, but the fact that I'm an employee, I knew, would alleviate any fears she may have had.

Getting to the room, the door closed behind us and you immediately knelt on the floor, as you had been instructed to do beforehand, and you recited your lines almost perfectly, with just one slip. A quick jerk of your hair got you back on track quickly and you finished with no more flaws. I pulled you up from the floor and I kissed you, one hand squeezing your breast firmly. You kissed me back and leaned into my body, Then, having freedom to speak at will again, you proclaimed that you had to pee and I let you go. While you used the restroom, I put the bags away and checked the room. Everything was in place and actually clean. I was impressed. I called down to the front desk and requested two more pillows, at their leisure, because I know how that irritates the staff, and because you were going to need them for some of the positions you would be assuming over the next two nights.

It was a long drive, so we laid down and relaxed for a bit, after opening the sliding glass door to the patio, so we could smell the salty air. We began to get to know one another a little bit, something I insisted on waiting to do until we got to the hotel. The idea of two mostly strangers going on a road trip for the weekend was just somehow more exciting than doing everything by the book, as I typically do things. We didn't exactly mesh perfectly, but that's ok. I didn't bring you along to fall in love. I brought you along to give me purpose and to be something to stick my cock into. You were excellent at both.

When we finally did walk down the boardwalk, you wore everything I picked out for you. The loose shirt and no bra that provided maximum comfort and a reason for the other tourists to turn their heads, shorts to show off those legs of yours, and sensible shoes. Because I REALLY can't stand it when someone goes walking and doesn't wear appropriate footwear. It irritates me immensely. And inside you, a pair of childrens' clicker clackers, the toys that consisted of two plastic balls on strings that you tried to bang together rhythmically. Except that these were gently shoved inside your vagina with the string hanging out for easy removal. It was also a bright, sunny day, so you were sporting sunglasses and a cap, which made you look more cute than sexy, but I was loving it.

We bought chocolate covered cherries on a skewer and I fed you as we walked. We bought french fries, but mostly to feed the seagulls. And I sat on a bench just off the boardwalk, facing the sea, and at my behest, you stood behind me and rubbed my shoulders. You pointed out a pod of dolphins making their way down the shoreline along the path the speedboats are known to take. I was proud that you knew to call them a pod. You wanted a stuffed animal you saw hanging in the arcade, so I tried winning it for you. The guy working nearby started haranguing me because I wasn't doing so well. I laughed it off for a while but then it started to get annoying, so I asked you to walk outside and let me try without you watching. As soon as you were gone, I made a deal with the employee and bought you the stuffy. I didn't tell you, of course, but you knew. We both pretended that it didn't happen, tho, and you really fed my ego, which I love. For dinner I decided we would stop at someplace on the boardwalk, and, knowing from our prep discussions what you did and didn't like to eat, I ordered for you. I don't think it was really what you wanted, but you ate it and said you really enjoyed it. It was a good first day. And the night...was amazing. Maybe I'll talk more about that later.

This is a scenario very similar to what I'm trying to make happen come September. So, if you can get away for a few days, and would like a free trip to the shore with most expenses paid, and really want to just give yourself up for a while, message me privately and I can give you more details or answer any questions you might have.