Jayme Car Ride

Description:

Jayme, always a eager participant in my playful schemes, eager to find out what I had planned when I handed her a sleek, remote-controlled vibrator. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation as I bound her hands behind her back, the soft rope wrapping around her wrists like a lover's embrace. Her breath hitched as I secured her ankles together, the excitement palpable in her racing pulse.

But her eager grin faded into bewilderment as I scooped her up and put her into the back of my car. Before a single query could escape her lips, I slipped a cleave gag into her mouth, the soft fabric stretching taut as I secured it behind her head. I slid into the driver's seat, the hum of the vibrator filling the air as I pressed the button on the remote. The car purred to life, backing out of the garage and onto the open road, my helpless cargo stashed in the back.

Jayme's heart pounded in her chest, a mix of exhilaration and apprehension coursing through her veins as she wondered if any passerby might catch a glimpse of her in such a compromising position. As we continued our journey, the vibrator worked its relentless magic, her muffled moans and futile struggles against her bonds a symphony of surrender that played just for me.

I glanced in the rearview mirror, savoring the sight of Jayme writhing in the back seat, her body rolling with each bump and turn of the car. I even took a moment to pull over in a secluded parking lot, stepping out for a leisurely stroll while Jayme remained helpless in the back seat, her desperate whimpers a sweet serenade to my ears.

Eventually, I pulled back into the safety of our garage, but Jayme's adventure was far from over. Her eyes, wide with a mix of relief and anticipation, met mine in the rearview mirror. I smiled, knowing that the best was yet to come.