Little Vixen Ch. 05

"Last time we met at a coffee shop, I ended up naked, well fucked and smeared in your cum."

"And, is that a problem? Would you rather we played Golf? Seth asks.

"Yuck" Little Vixen says. "No, I'd rather end up a dirty, messy little fuck toy with sore holes, thank you very much."

"Now that's my little Fuck Bunny."

He takes her hand in his. She blushes. Whenever he touches her, no matter how innocent, she gets goosebumps.

"I thought we could do something a bit different today." Seth says. "Keep things interesting."

Little Vixen's pussy squelches. God, he makes her wet.

"Oh, yes."

"Yes. I think its time we start making some of those depraved fantasies you keep on messaging about, true."

"Yummy. That would be fun, especially since playing golf isn't one of them."

"We shall see just how greedy a little fuck toy you are."

"That, Sir, sounds wonderful."

Seth looks at the steaming cups of coffee on the table. He takes cash out of his wallet and puts it on the table.

"Let's go. Perhaps, one day, Fuck Bunny, we will stay long enough to drink our coffee."

"I hope that day never comes, Sir."

She smiles coyly and flutters her eyelids."

"I'd rather you fuck me senseless, Sir, than sit here and drink coffee like an old married couple."

"Right then. We are like minded."

He gets up and holds his hand out. She grabs it and he helps her out of her chair.

"Let's go see just how much stamina you got." He says.

"I can't wait, Sir."

He pulls her against his chest. He kisses her, with one hand under her dress. As instructed, she does not wear panties. As expected, her pussy is soaked.

She looks around nervously. What if people notice him groping her in public. It is a huge turn on of course, but it also makes her so self-aware. It brings out the shyness, self-consciousness and awkwardness she has always felt amongst strangers.

Her cheeks grow red. She wants him to stop. What would the people in the coffee shop think? Yet, she desperately craves his fingers in her pussy. A part of her, feels reckless and brave. She just needs to figure out what part of her is the real her.

"No panties and a pussy wet as a monsoon." He says.

"Good girl."

*

They walk briskly through the mall. They pass the shop where he had made her streak naked and banged her in the changing room. They pass the escalators that lead down to the cinema complex in the basement, where he had fucked her silly; where she had felt, for the first time, his cock in her ass, and, how could she ever forget, sprayed his cum on her face before making her walk to her car, through the crowded mall, with his cum dripping from her face.

Today, he leads her straight out of the mall and into the parking garage.

"Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise."

"I love surprises."

"Then you are going to have one hell of a lot of fun today, Fuck Bunny."

His car is parked all the way at the far end of the parking garage, the furthest spot away from the entrance of the mall.

He unlocks the car with a beep and a flicker of the indicators. He holds the passenger door open for her. Before she can climb in, he grabs her wrist.

"Ouch."

"Not so fast, Fuck Bunny."

"I have a strict rule for fuck toys getting a lift in my car."

"I like rules." She says.

"Strip." He says. "From this point on, unless I specifically instruct otherwise, you will always be naked when we drive somewhere."

She gulps.

"Keep the heels on. Everything else, off."

There isn't much else. As he had instructed, she wore only the sundress, no bra, no panties.

"Here?"

"Yes, here, Fuck Bunny. Right now."

She looks around. They are a reasonable distance away from the nearest car and quite far from the entrance to the mall. The parking garage is quite dark. Seth and the open door would block anyone from seeing her. It seemed reasonably safe.

She bites her lip and conjures up the brave Little Vixen.

"As you wish, Sir." She says.

She slips the straps over her shoulders down and wriggles out of the dress.

"Like this Sir?" She hands him her dress.

"Like this yes, Fuck Bunny."

Her heart beats faster than a teenage boys' fist wanking to a picture of a naked girl.

Seth steps away, allowing anyone who happened to look in their direction, full view of her naked body.

"Fuck!" She jumps into the car like a rabbit diving for cover to escape a circling eagle.

She quickly slams the door shut.

Seth gets in behind the wheel and tosses her dress onto the back seat.

A surge of adrenaline runs through her. Not only has she just been naked in a public parking garage; she is also going to be driving in the car, butt naked, with her dress out of reach. She will have nothing to cover herself up with, should anyone look in her direction.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Yet, her body tingles with equal part excitement too. It feels exhilarating to be this exposed, this vulnerable and so completely at the mercy of Seth's whims.

Trepidation rises from the pit of her stomach as Seth drives towards the exit, and the bright sunlight behind it. She has often fantasised about being naked in a car, completely vulnerable and visible to anyone who looked. But to actually do it ... this is a different thing altogether.

In fact, it is terrifying.

The car windows are tinted, but anyone close enough would be able to see her. She squirms in the seat. She presses herself as deep into the seat as she can, trying to make herself as small as possible.

She crosses her legs and folds her arms over her breasts.

"No, no, no Fuck Bunny." Seth says. "Here is the second rule for you. A good fuck toy keeps her ankles as far apart as possible, always. So, open those legs. And a good fuck toy never, ever, covers up her breasts. Understood?

"Fuck."

She complies, despite being gripped by terror.

He drives slowly onto the ramp and turns onto the road. There are a lot of cars on the road. Damn, don't people go to work on weekdays anymore? It is hard to fight the impulse to cross her legs and cover her breasts.

She is also certain that Seth is deliberately driving at a snail's pace.

"Nervous?" He says.

"Not at all."

"Oh, so the tremor in your voice is always there when you are in a car?"

Very funny. But she says nothing.

"Open the cubby."

She obeys and finds a wand vibrator inside.

"That should help with the nerves." He says.

She turns it on. It buzzes to life violently in her palm.

"Oh, my goodness." She says. "It packs a punch."

"Put it on your clit."

"Yes, Sir."

"Hold it with your left hand."

He zips open his pants and takes his semi erect cock out.

"Your right hand goes here."

He puts her hand onto his throbbing cock.

"This, Fuck Bunny, is, unless instructed otherwise, the standard operating procedure whenever we drive together. You will immediately get naked, put the wand on your clit and stroke my cock. I do not need to ask you. If I have to, then you will be severely punished for your forgetfulness."

"Yes, Sir."

The wand is powerful. A shiver runs up her spine when she holds it against her clit. Sir was right, the wand does distract her mind from feeling so exposed and vulnerable. She cringes every time a truck or a minibus passes them. She feels reasonably protected with passing cars, but the trucks and minibuses allow their passengers to look down on her.

"Don't look so worried Fuck Bunny. You will be surprised how unobservant people are when they drive. If someone does see you, then it's a bonus to be enjoyed."

"A bonus? How can someone who sees me masturbating naked be a bonus?"

"You are approaching this from completely the wrong perspective, Fuck Bunny. When you go naked in public, the objective is not that nobody sees you. That will terrify you. You need to flip it around. The objective is to be seen ... what is the point otherwise? It is called exhibitionism, not hiding in the dark."

"Sir ... I don't know about that."

"Of course, Fuck Bunny. That is why I am here."

He winds the electric window on her side of the car down.

"What the fuck ..."

"Fresh air is good for the mind and body, Fuck Bunny. And you were getting way too comfortable behind the tinted window."

"But people are sure to see me now."

"Yes, were you not listening? That is the whole idea."

Holy shit. She is both terrified and turned on.

"If someone sees you, smile, rub your tits, wave, do something acknowledging that you know that they have seen you and that ... you like it."

She gulps.

"I'll try Sir."

"I think you can do a bit better than just try Fuck Bunny. For example, keep my cock hard and the wand on your clit and stop fretting about being seen."

"Yes, Sir."

His cock pulses in her palm. She rubs her fist up and down his rigid shaft.

"That's good Fuck Bunny."

The wand buzzes against her clit. She has never played with such a powerful wand before. The combination of being completely exposed, vulnerable and scared with the pulsation of the wand on her clit is almost unbearable.

Just as an orgasm starts building, they stop at a red robot.

Little Vixen goes red in the face too. A pedestrian passes on her side of the car. He stops dead in his tracks and stares at her. He seems as shocked at seeing her as she is at being seen. His jaw drops as his brain struggles to compute what he sees.

She is too close to orgasm to attempt to hide from view. The pedestrian takes as step closer to the stationary car. He peers inside. A big grin spreads on his face.

Mercifully, before he could attempt to engage, the lights turn green and they speed off, which is the exact moment that Little Vixen convulses in one of the strongest orgasms of her life.

She takes the wand away from her throbbing clit. He inner thighs shake with the force of her climax.

"Fuck. That was ...". She struggles for words.

"He saw me. He looked right at me. Did you see that?"

"And nothing bad happened, did it, Fuck Bunny?"

"No, Sir."

"And it made you cum."

"Yes, Sir."

They drive into an industrial area.

"Where are we going, Sir?" She asks.

"Don't worry your little head about that. You just keep that wand on your clit, Fuck Bunny, and your fist around my cock."

They pull up to a warehouse. There is a neon sign above the door that says: "The Playhouse".

"No ways, Sir, I have read about this place. I have always wanted to visit but never had someone to go with."

"Until now." He says.

"Yes, until now, Sir."

Seth gets out of the car, fetches a duffel bag from the boot, which he slings over his shoulder, before holding the passenger door open for her. Little Vixen twists in the seat, groping for her dress on the back seat.

"That won't be necessary, Fuck Bunny. You are perfectly well dressed just wearing your heels."

She starts to protest but decides against it. She was naked in the car all the way here, anyway. In for a penny, in for a pound. After a nervous glance around the parking lot to make sure it is still empty, she steps out.

Seth takes her hand and leads her to the door. He is no hurry, oblivious to the voices in her head that are screaming at her to hurry up and run to the door as quickly as possible. She is relieved when they reach the door, which Seth holds open for her.

Inside is a small reception desk. Behind the desk sits a woman, dressed in a black corset. She smiles at Little Vixen.

"Hi there, sexy. You must be Fuck Bunny. Seth has told me so much about you."

He has?

"I'm Ellen."

Ellen walks around the reception desk and first gives Little Vixen a hug, then Seth.

"I've prepared dungeon number 2 for you Seth."

"Thanks Ellen, that is perfect."

Dungeon number 2! Little Vixen is more excited than nervous now. She has been following the Playhouse on X for a while now and has seen many pictures of how it looks on the inside. It has been a fantasy of hers to visit it and now, that fantasy is real.

Ellen leads them through a long passage, with various doors leading off on either side. At the second to last door, she stops and gestures Seth and Little Vixen to go inside.

"Just buzz if you need me." She says, "And have fun Fuck Bunny."

She freezes just inside the doorway.

"Wow."

"Impressive hey?" Seth says.

She nods.

Impressive is an understatement. The room is about the size of a double garage. It has no windows and no doors except for the one through which they have just entered. The floor is naked cement and the walls exposed brick.

It looks exactly the way a BDSM dungeon should look. She could not have imagined it better. Every accessory known to man is spread amongst the room. Large metal hooks protrude from the floor, the ceiling, and the walls.

Seth puts the duffel bag down with a hefty thud. She wonders what wonderful things he has brought with him.

"Take of your heels and leave them at the door."

She obeys.

"Get into the shower. We need to clean you up first. Your pussy is a mess."

He points to the far corner where a shower head protrudes from the wall. As she steps under the shower, Seth turns the water on.

"Fuck, its freezing!"

He tosses her a bar of soap.

"Stop complaining and clean yourself properly."

The cold water is almost unbearable but after a few seconds her skin starts ignoring the cold enough for her to wash and rinse thoroughly.

"Good girl." He says when she is done.

"Stand with your back straight, feet shoulder width apart, hands behind your head, tits out, stomach in, butt clenched."

He walks slowly around her. She feels his eyes bore into her.

"You are in reasonable condition, Fuck Bunny. Not perfect, but you will do for now."

She nods.

"Nodding is not an answer. We've covered this before."

"Sorry Sir, thank you Sir."

"Hands behind your back."

"Yes, Sir."

Then, unexpectedly, everything goes dark. Seth had pulled a black cotton bag over her head.

Fuck!