Sexual bliss with my younger husband in the car

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I had a blissful Dragon Boat Festival, but unexpectedly, my husband came again over the weekend. With his tacit consent, cover-up, and even urging, I found myself leaving the house again, almost against my will. Sexual bliss always comes at a price;
it's a bittersweet experience, but the pain always outweighs the pleasure. The car was still running—a gesture of waiting, but also a humiliation of my initiative, because I always got in first before he followed. That was my choice, and it meant giving up a lot.
The familiar butterfly and vibrator, along with handcuffs, a gag, clips, and a collar—why such a huge bag? But I knew it was also my choice, because I needed these things, and I needed him. Once I left the house and got in the car, I no longer belonged to myself.
I chose the collar and the butterfly—one to declare my identity, the other to provide some foreplay, even though my body had already automatically begun foreplay the moment he arrived.
It was a collar with a lock. I hesitated slightly, then put it on, clicked it shut, and it was game time. I was no longer myself.
My underwear was already a little wet, so I took it off. The butterfly vibrator he prepared was wearable, so I was safe even without underwear. I took off my decent cotton panties and put on the lewd butterfly vibrator.
I had my own desires too. I stuffed the butterfly vibrator in and instinctively looked for the remote control. One remote wasn't working; he was just trying to disappoint me.
There was another piece of paper? What kind of trick was he up to now? I couldn't resist opening it. "Take it all off"—just two words, but they made all the difference. He had never asked me to do that before.
I wasn't a completely submissive slave. Although I had to do whatever my little husband asked, we were still in the neighborhood, downstairs from home. I couldn't take the initiative. Maybe this was just one of many options I had. I chose to ignore it and quietly slipped it into my bag, pretending I hadn't seen it.
Click! The door opened. I felt like a thief caught in the act, a nameless terror gripping me, afraid he would discover me. Ah…! I couldn't help but cry out, my hand instinctively covering my private parts. He was holding the remote, and had turned it on to the highest setting. Pleasure immediately surged from my vagina and clitoris—a moment of hell followed by a moment of heaven. I didn't even have time to adjust, but the bliss was something to look forward to.
He didn't open the front door? He opened the door on my side. Was he right beside me, watching my panic, or had he been watching my every move the whole time? A cold sweat broke out on my back, seemingly suppressing the heat in my lower body. I didn't dare look up at him, not wanting to see his face. I saw nothing. "Come inside." It was like heavenly music. I moved my buttocks as if rescued, because for a moment I even wondered if the person opening the door was really my husband. What if it was some acquaintance looking at this bag of things, or had he brought someone else? This was right downstairs! I obediently made way, and he squeezed in. "No, he shouldn't have brought anyone here. Safety should be the priority. This is my home, his is his place." "You scared me to death!" A thousand thoughts raced through my mind, and I couldn't help but turn my head and speak first. He didn't answer, just stared at me with a lewd grin. "Why aren't you driving?" After a moment of silence, I was speechless. The more I said, the more mistakes I'd make. It was better for him to stay away from me now.
"You saw everything?" His words were like an arrow piercing my heart. I didn't know what he meant. These things, or that piece of paper? "I've already chosen," I said, avoiding his gaze, frantically gathering the bags and piling them at my feet. "Not enough..." I clearly heard the lewd laughter behind me. Not enough? I quickly racked my brains, trying to think of something else I could pick to appease him. "A 'bang'?" I thought this should satisfy him. He never forgot to explore my back door; I was definitely going to suffer today. I should get used to it beforehand. He continued laughing, and I dared not say anything more, lest I say more. I proactively rummaged through the floor for the lollipop. "These are all for you." These used to be kept at his house, and although I'd used them all, this was in the car, downstairs in the apartment complex. My hands froze.
"How can you?" I was shocked, because there was also that note: Naked!!! Even though I'd already climbed over his building's stairwell, there were clothes to cover me. How was I going to get out of the car naked? Those two words were like a curse binding me. Did he really want to have sex in the car today? Maybe it was just him. It hadn't been that long since the Dragon Boat Festival; there weren't that many people around. I felt a mix of relief and disappointment, still trying to reassure myself.
"Let me help you," he said. I didn't know whether to accept or refuse, although refusing was always useless. I remained sitting there, stunned. He pulled the bag over, and I realized how big it was. Was there something else underneath? Was he going to do it right there? But the car was so small! "The sexual bliss has begun, just enjoy it," he said. The first thing he pulled out was a gag. I could only accept it; my resistance was useless, my voice even more useless. Would I resist? Could I resist? Maybe he was just driven by lust at night, wanting to torment me. There was no need to waste time going to his house. The cramped space in the carriage was perfect for him to restrain me. I accepted it like an ostrich. The butterfly vibrated at varying speeds. Hell or heaven, I had no choice. Since I was already in hell, I might as well think about heaven. I simply closed my eyes and let him do as he pleased. Lifting my clothes, tearing my bra, grabbing my breasts, sucking, biting, kneading—all in one go. Although there was no pleasure, the pain still stimulated my nerves, arousing excitement. One breast in his mouth, one in his hand. I enjoyed the pleasure in my lower body while enduring his biting of my nipples.
"Ah!" The second thing was a clamp, stiffly clamped onto the nipple that had just been touched. One tooth, one clamp, ravaging the already deformed nipple together. My teeth were loose, the clamps were numb, and I obediently cooperated with him to take off my t-shirt, gag, collar, and one of my nipples was still clamped. I didn't dare open my eyes to look. "Ah!" Another clamp, both nipples were not spared. He pulled hard on the collar, was he trying to see if I fastened it tightly, or was he trying to make me look ugly? I kept my eyes tightly closed, I didn't want to see. He pulled and turned me over, forcibly dragging me onto his lap, it seemed he was going to take off my skirt. No, he first pulled my arms behind my head and handcuffed me from behind. In such a small space, it was so uncomfortable. I groaned and twisted, trying to find a more comfortable position. But my hands couldn't move at all. After pulling, I realized that he had handcuffed the collar. I could only hold my head like this. He slowly pulled down my skirt, pinching my buttocks as he did so, completely ignoring my pain. My underwear was already off, and his fingers probed directly into my anus, forcefully pressing on my vulva for even more intense stimulation. My skirt was off too. He bit my buttocks while forcefully pulling them down, his cold penis already pressed against my anus, about to force its way in. No lubrication, no massage, no gradual penetration—it just rammed in forcefully. I screamed in pain, but could only moan softly. The vibration turned on, a new wave of stimulation assaulting my nerves. He pressed hard on my vulva and penis, a tearing sensation. He was definitely there to torture me. All three holes were filled, my body bound. Just endure the time; my pain was his satisfaction. Not over yet? He pulled up my feet and took off my shoes and socks. Okay, now I was completely naked, but what did all that equipment matter? What else? A tearing sound, the binding of my ankles—he tied my feet up too.
What else? Blindfold? I can only laugh. I didn't want to see this world anyway, so let it be. It's the torment of abstinence, the sexual satisfaction of the Dragon Boat Festival, now being compensated for with torture. And what? He's putting a bag over my head. Is it suffocation? But my hands are tied to my head! I can't see, I can't speak, and I can't cooperate with the restraints. I have no idea what he's doing, and what good would knowing do? Was that bag big enough to fit me? I'm still somewhat terrified. What is my little husband going to do? I'm being stuffed. I can feel the plastic friction against my naked body, a stuffy heat. My breathing isn't abnormal yet, but he's getting more and more outrageous. Door opening, door closing—he actually left me alone in the car? The door opens again, the car starts—where is he taking me? The unbearable time, the discomfort all over my body, the stimulation in my lower body—I'm completely lost, sometimes even unaware of the world around me. The car stops, the door opens again—someone is dragging me? My little husband or someone else? I'm lifted up, then thrown down again. Where am I? Clang! The trunk? Turns out my night has only just begun, and I have no idea where I'm headed...
[The End]

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