Her trunk trip

She had a small wish: to one day be helplessly bound and placed in the trunk of a car,
then driven to another place. The origins of this thought are ancient.

Soon after she first learned about BDSM, she tried writing fantasies about this scenario, though she never
finished them . Two years ago, during a conversation with a friend, this wish became clearer, and
when this friend, who became her dominant, promised to make it a reality, she was filled with anticipation.

However, reality is reality, and they ultimately couldn't fulfill this wish together. Yet, this
clarified wish remained deeply buried in her heart, yearning to one day truly experience it.

One day, she received a friend request. Looking at his profile, it was from another city, two hours' drive away.
Naturally, the idea of being transported in a car trunk flashed back, so she accepted.

They didn't chat much, but his easygoing and kind nature gave her a sense of trust. Because of his work, he
frequently traveled between the two cities, and she finally couldn't help but tell him about her wish.

As an s, it was expected that he would not reject or be interested in this idea, but she did not expect that
he would arrange time to do it so quickly. Two days later, he told her that if possible, let's do it this
weekend .

She was overjoyed and prepared some ropes and other tools in advance, waiting for the weekend to arrive,
full excitement.

In her opinion, being naked and tied up and thrown into the dark trunk was like being someone else's
property. The feeling of helplessness and possession would be amplified for no reason, and this feeling was what she liked.
If the person who did this was her beloved master, that would be the most perfect. She knew that the tacit understanding and the
sense of belonging would be real. Now, she would settle for second best. Even if they were just ordinary friends, as long as they could help her
realize this wish, she would feel satisfied and happy.

They agreed to meet at the airport.

(2)

Sitting on the airport bus, her mood was complicated. She did not know what the other person looked like, and the two of them were not
familiar with each other. After they agreed on the time, they did not communicate much. Although she trusted her intuition,
what if it was wrong? However, eager to realize her slightly dark
desires , she didn't care too much.

After getting off the bus, she waited for him in a conspicuous spot. He walked towards her, calling her name.
To her surprise, he was such a thin man. She followed behind him, thanking him for giving her the opportunity to
fulfill her wish. He said to her, "You've piqued my curiosity, you seem like an interesting woman. I'm
curious to know what kind of woman would be so bold as to do something like this."

She smiled. She knew she was just an ordinary woman, only harboring these kinds of wicked thoughts—
thoughts that many men might want to try, yet are rejected by the masses. That's why some people just
keep their thoughts to themselves, some act on them unintentionally, but she had to deliberately do it; she
feared that if she didn't, she would never have the chance again.

She asked, "Are you planning to start in the parking lot? How long does it usually take to get there?"

He said, "If it's feasible, let's start here." It usually takes two and a half hours to walk, but I will
let you out before we enter the city.

After receiving his reply, she understood. Two and a half hours
is not enough to last long if the KB is very tight; simple KB is more suitable. Others will depend on the specific situation.

(3)

It was a red Tiida. When she arrived at the car and saw the trunk, she felt much more at ease. The trunk
was not large, so she didn't have to worry about being thrown around if she stayed inside and couldn't be secured; the trunk and the car body
were connected, so she didn't have to worry about not having enough air to breathe.

After chatting for a while in the passenger seat, he let her sit in the back seat. He was going to
start arming her here. She obediently started to take off her clothes, shoes, socks, and trousers. She hesitated for a moment and didn't take off her top,
worried that she would be discovered by the people around her.

He first took a seven-meter rope and made her tight rope pants, tied several knots at the bottom,
and wrapped the remaining rope around her waist twice. He then put her hands behind her back and began to wrap the rope around her neck, then
tied it tightly. She was someone who loved ropes and had once been keen on studying the techniques, rope patterns, and
safety precautions of KB (knockout). From his simple action, she judged that he was clearly a novice when it came to KB. She
smiled, wanting to tell him that this wasn't safe enough, but before she could speak, he slapped her...

She didn't continue, feeling a slight regret for her decision. If he continued to be so forceful, would her safety
be guaranteed? However, looking down at her disheveled appearance and pondering the long-suppressed desire deep within her heart,
she ultimately remained seated, pursing her lips and lowering her head.

He noticed that her top was still on, and was quite annoyed, but had no choice but to untie the rope again. She obediently
removed her top, having already experienced a bit of his KB. During the next KB, she intentionally supported her hands and feet
to prevent him from tightening the knot too much at the end, which could affect blood flow to her wrists. She secretly
felt pleased . What made her even more proud was that this time he didn't put his hands behind his back, but tied them in front, so she didn't have
to worry at all.

He got out of the car to tidy up the trunk, put the items inside on the back seat, and after checking that no one was around
,

he opened the side where she was sitting and picked her up. Nestled in his arms, the distance between them suddenly felt much closer. She leaned on his shoulder and let
him put her into the trunk.

(4)

She was a petite woman, and the seemingly small trunk still had a lot of extra
space . He continued to tidy up the remaining items and even put a soft bundle under her head. This
small action made her smile from the bottom of her heart, because under his seemingly fierce expression, he still had a
gentle heart. He even lifted up the partition cloth separating the trunk and the back seat, making
the trunk completely connected to the car body.

This series of actions made her feel incredibly secure. Curled up inside, she became much more obedient,
as if she had really become an object, just staring at him with wide eyes, her heart beating much faster. Before closing
the trunk lid, he told her to make any requests now, otherwise any further requests would be rejected.
Ignoring him. She thought for a moment, then timidly asked, "Could you stop for half an hour and let me see you briefly?" He agreed.

With a bang, the trunk slammed shut. The car began to move with the sound of the engine.

A moment later, the car stopped; she guessed it was time to pay the parking fee. Looking at the small patch of roof she could see, she wondered,
if she were kidnapped, would anyone notice her at this hour? What would she do to get
noticed ? The truth was, she willingly remained in this cramped space, naked and
bound hand and foot. So, she dared not breathe, lest she be discovered.

The car picked up speed, and her dreams took flight. Pressed against the rear of the car, she smiled. This must be the most unique and comfortable time she
'd ever been in the car; even lying in the back seat couldn't be this comfortable.
She closed her eyes and focused on the sensation. Yes, it felt like an airplane was flying, the rumbling a little noisy, with occasional
minor bumps—yes, it felt just like lying on an airplane.

Opening her eyes, she saw envelopes and papers, picked them up to look at them, and then put them down. Surrounded by a few
miscellaneous items , she once again felt as if she were an object herself. Originally,
a clean bed sheet was included in her prepared list, in case the trunk was not clean enough and she forgot to bring it before leaving. Now, the not-so
-clean trunk still gave her a pretty good feeling.

She was not without worries. On the one hand, she was happy because her wish had come true, and
on the other hand, facing a stranger, she couldn't help but mutter to herself.

What if, just what if, he was a bad person? What would happen? Would he take her to some remote
place and sell her? Would he dissect her in some place that sells hearts, livers, and lungs? Would he
threaten her for the few hundred dollars in her bank card and credit card password? Or would he just throw her into some corner on the roadside and walk away
alone ?

(5)

As she was thinking wildly, the car slowly stopped, followed by the beeping of the warning lights, the opening and
closing of the car doors, and finally the trunk was opened.

At that moment, she was incredibly nervous. Her eyes widened in terror as she stared at the world outside the car. She felt
so helpless; whatever happened, she couldn't stop it. She was just a small animal at the mercy of others,
knowing nothing to do but cower in fear. He reached out and touched her twice, as if casually checking the contents of the trunk
. She trembled under his touch. "Are you alright?" he asked. "Yes," she replied softly.

The trunk closed again, and her body shuddered violently before settling down.

Regardless of how she felt in the trunk, whatever she thought, whatever happened,
she had no room for regret. All she could do was resign herself to fate. She was an optimistic woman;
she wanted to believe that all SM enthusiasts were simply driven by pure passion, and aside from a few slightly wicked desires, they
were all kind at heart. And all his actions were beyond reproach. He had kept
his promise to let her lie there as she wished, and he had stopped to check on her as agreed.
What reason did she have to doubt him?

Her mind and body completely relaxed.

She began to amuse herself like a playful little animal, rummaging around in the trunk,
kicking her legs haphazardly against the roof or the back seat. Lying so comfortably, she started imagining how to be even more fun and
helpless .

So, she tied the extra rope in her hands to the rope around her ankles, fantasizing about being gagged, and
imagining her legs and hands being suspended high from the back of the back seat by another rope, helplessly
swaying upside down with the car's bumps… Tired of playing, she thought, the journey ahead is still long, it would
be best to rest for a while. So she lay down on her side, comfortably closing her eyes.

When the car stopped again, she couldn't fall asleep; deep down, she probably didn't want to. The opening of the trunk
still shocked her, but this time, the worry was gone, replaced by anticipation. She was afraid of being discovered by other passing vehicles,
afraid that he might take advantage of her unexpectedly at this moment, but no matter what, she turned around and told him she
was fine. He also told her that he would release her before entering the city.

(6)

The car continued to speed along the highway, and she stayed firmly in that small area, continuing to feel the bumps.
She wondered what he, who was driving, was feeling.

Time passed quickly, and happy times flew by even faster.

When the car stopped again, she felt rather unsatisfied. Looking out from the open trunk, she saw
the high guardrails of the highway. It got dark, and she knew that the trunk trip was over. He untied the ropes
from her hands and feet and told her that the passenger door was open and that she could go through by herself.

Several cars drove by in the distance, and he half-closed the trunk door. She also took a breath, preparing to
get back to the car as quickly as possible when she had another chance. When she finally climbed out of the trunk and her feet touched
the asphalt, her lingering excitement amplified. Filled with this excitement, she walked around the car, sat back
in her seat, and picked up the clothes she had prepared to wear.

As the car started moving again, she smiled happily at him, chattering on and on about her feelings.

What, perhaps, would be her next dream?

[The End]

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