****** Friday is Date Night by ADS ******
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Friday is Date Night


I like giving a girlfriend a choice. This or that. Tit or twat. Especially a
new girlfriend whose likes and dislikes are not yet known or could yet be
molded.

A girl appreciates making a choice. However, they never thank you for it but
still I know from the frantic eyes or teary face or from how their ass wiggles
in rapid, futile circles of indecision. These new Mars/Venus realities all stem
from the new wave of feminism that demands equality with a man. Therefore I
believe a girl should pay her way on a date especially when they are nasty and/
or uncooperative to you. After all an ugly guy has rights too.

I never knew her name (a really unimportant detail) until much later. She
marched proudly through West End Mall early one Friday evening on her fancy
black spikes wearing a purple hued short dress that danced and flashed her
thighs. The dress was loose and fell delightfully from full breasts. A tight
black belt that would have cinched her waist would have made her body show
really superb but sadly she lacked this forethought for her numerous
spectators.

I inquired politely to her about a movie and a table for two at Pizza Hut. I
glanced, entranced, down her scooped cleavage as I paused for her reply and saw
dimly a glimpse of a gentle curve of flesh. A thin strand of gold held a
dangling orb of blue in the shaded recesses of her bosom.

She ignored me, muttering the normal female comments about her golden hair
being undone, other matters left untended and the Moon being in the wrong
phase.

I do not take no for an answer lightly so I lurked behind (a delightful full
derriere!) and admired distantly her corn yellow tresses and swaying sinuous
movements. Her dress clung warm and intimate in all the right places on
graceful curves, well-rounded ass and full tits. A gold anklet circled her left
ankle.

Never did she notice my shadow or erotic intent. No, I was just a stupid dork
who should be ignored at all costs. She inspected several clothing shops and
purchased some cosmetics and clothes before procuring a single hot-dog and diet
soda. She would not have to be fed further tonight.

Out into the dark suburban mall parking lot, I stalked her fascinating form;
then an easy capture ensued as she unlocked her red, sporty Celica. She
struggled rather meekly recognizing the sharpness of my knife as well as a well
positioned knee between hers pressing up snug against her crotch.

Pushing her down into the front seat of her car, I wrist cuffed her with
stainless steel from behind. She pleaded and wept endlessly not perceiving who
I was which annoyed immensely. Girls, besides, should be obscene and not heard.
"Panties or dress," I queried as polite as ever.

"What?" she replied thick and stupid.

"Never mind, slut." I grew tired of her inanity. I ripped a little off her
bottom hem and split it into two long thin scraps. One filled her mouth,
shutting her tongue off while the other strapped the first cloth within the
warm cavity of her mouth splitting her ruby red lips. Only small blue eyes
spoke now unless one counted grunts and moans.

Some more of her dress helped to hold, cross and lock her ankles and knees.
Then I assisted her out of her Celica to kneel by the side until I shut her
door. I then proceeded to push her face against her knees and tugged at her
ankles until she slipped forward to lie on tummy and face. With the lower part
of her shift torn off for better, more relevant uses, her thigh high stockings
and blue striped panties dazzled my eyes. I fondled and squeezed her charming
buttocks making her squirm in exotic anticipation.

I sighed unhappily. So much to do and so little time. I dragged and pushed her
under her Celica as quickly as she could scrape her lazy body under. She
squeaked miserably as her tender tits and cheeks were bruised by the harsh
asphalt surface. Her buttocks brushed intimately against the lower car chassis
and warm catalytic converter. Finally she fit snug, tight and out of sight. No
casual passerby would notice her sleek and available toys.

Girls have a problem in being left alone. It makes them insecure or something
despite tight bonds and steel locks. So I trotted rapidly to my vehicle several
rows away. In my imagination I could sense her quiet sobs and knew her face
would be wet when I returned. Sad, aye it was, but circumstances had dictated
her apprehension and subsequent management.

Several minutes later I returned I pulled up along side her Celica with my
Buick Royale. My date had not ventured from her secure resting place. A few
loud sniffles could be noted as her demure complaints. She murmured, mild and
compliant, as I reached and grabbed to yank her out from her hiding place. I
cupped her still covered nipples and found them hard and riveted in sensual
attention. I half dragged her to my trunk with only intermittent assistance
from her knees and toes. Before venturing into the open I watched carefully for
intrusive eyes.

The trunk was prepopped so I all had to do was to lift her by her armpits and
dump her head first within the dark rear cavity of my Buick. My hands patted
her ass and thighs rapidly within and adjacent to the hidden recesses above my
spare tire.

Much to my dismay I discovered how uncomfortable she was. So I stripped off
more of her gown until only tattered remnants accented her bare white midriff
and prim bra and panties. Her belly arched and flexed involuntarily as I ran my
fingers over her prime tits and ass. She responded superbly to my stimulation
despite a residue of fear or perhaps because of it.

I looped and knotted more of her dress between her thighs and around her belly.
A firm and secure new panty dug into her vagina and ass crack. Shortly it would
serve as a leash anchor and always as a reminder that a man had possession of
her.

Opening her own trunk and the Celica hood I rummaged within. First her shopping
bags were deposited into the Celica trunk for whatever she desired to do with
them later or tomorrow. Under her Celica hood rested a thirty five battery
brimming with electricity that fired her engine. She would need all the stored
energy in her battery for her ecstatic restless entertaining tonight. With a
handy wrench I disconnected the battery and unscrewed it from its fixture.

As a modern maiden I intended my date to go Dutch. Already she had supplied her
bindings, a body and now a battery. All I had added was a pair of cuffs and my
car for transport. I even found booster cables so that she could supply even
that piece of equipment. I procured ten dollars from her purse for incidental
expenses such as gasoline and general wear and tear. She had a bit more money
in her purse but fair was fair.

Hastening back to her recumbent form, I installed her battery between her
thighs using the cable to link her legs around it. I studied her alert and now
intelligent and worried face. Slipping a hand into her bra cups I popped each
tit free to be at liberty in the air.

"Heyyy!" She snarled impotently and muffled when her nipples were thusly and
brashly liberated. Ah, that cry was worth a nice prize and I resolved to be
generous later and not as insistent on her paying up. Even better was a
subsequent whoop when her cable clamps descended mercilessly onto her nipples
and ear lobes. Up to now she had pretended to be utterly passive and without
interest. A little pain helped me desperate thrashing as she vainly attempted
the removal of the clamps that crunched nastily into her soft flesh.
"Hernnnoowww! Hrmmphh!" She enigmatically complained as her ass wildly thumped
about.

I gently massaged her ass and tits maneuvering her onto her back where she
wheezed and nicely writhed. Her breasts rose and swelled rapidly. I wondered
how long she could manage her present hearty bouncing until exhaustion would
let her settle and resume an intense, more natural, passive state. Certainly
sleep would be denied her and her thoughts would have to concentrate on her
abused parts.

Oh, well I closed the trunk door on her various activities. A sweet look of
desperation haunted her blue eyes as the lid lowered blocking the glare of the
parking lot lights. She looked so cute with her tits hanging out and her limbs
all knotted. Most of her silly noise disappeared when the lid sealed her in.
Occasionally she modestly tapped some portion of the metal frame with an errant
knee or flailing head. It was noticeable but a date needed some freedoms.

Quickly I locked her Celica; she would be back later to retrieve it. Dates
drove themselves home. Hopping back into my Buick I revved up the engines and
upped the radio volume to drown her feeble attempts to have a conversation with
me from her back seat. On the station a merry lyrical tune from Robin Hood
hooted and screeched.

High on Garrett Mountain, the Camelot Condominiums clung to the ragged cliff
edges. On the horizon glittered the towers of destitute and mystical New York.
The Camelot complex was studded with thick Oak forests threaded with streams of
Rhodendrums and Pachysandra lending an atmosphere of dark and dense medieval
mastery.

Meanwhile my date patiently and quietly sprawled behind me in my trunk. She had
received the insensitive thumping of several speed bumps and been smacked about
while on the road and highway. With the radio off she did not even whimper with
the Buick parked which meant she was either calmed or knocked out.

Cracking the trunk lid she peered immediately at me with a burning alertness.
No, she had suffered the whole trip and lost only one ear clamp for her many
struggles. She paid curious attention as I released her ankles and knees and
even her favorite battery was cut loose. Some of her old dress immediately
resumed an important use as a leash to her crotch. In a moment she half lifted
herself from the embrace of my car trunk using her educated fingers and strong
back. She did not resist knowing better than to try after her ride. Briefly
caressing her nipples to reduce the reddening had startled her and produced a
vigorous hip response.

She teetered on the brink of setting foot outside squeaking little curses and
drooling. She hesitated, not trusting herself on a high heel so she balanced
instead on the bumper. I let her tremble for a few seconds primarily to let her
circulation resume. While she paused on the edge I reknotted some of her dress
around the battery before attaching it to her crotch line at the point between
asshole and cunt hole. Her cable I left looped about her neck with the clamps
together as a grotesque yellow necklace.

Realizing as her battery weight yanked down her near term future problem, she
mewed and attempted to fall back into the familiar comfort of the trunk. Better
that blackness than the full weight yanking her crotch. Relentlessly I pulled
on her crotch leash necessitating a different reaction on her part. "Ohhh!"

"C'mon, all you ever say is no. Time to walk on your own two feet." Slowly her
weight tumbled forward and her toes touched the ground. Then she stood on
trembling knees supporting her battery.

"OooAhh!" I caught her and steadied her until I could close the trunk behind
her. She staggered weakly forward as I led from my driveway to a sheltered path
to my front door. I had to hurry to prevent nosy neighbors wondering what a
charming damsel was doing limping behind me. She wobbled along pretty much
invisible amongst the woodsy scenery and the night except as a vague figure.
She attended well her leash though she tended to stroll with her knees bowed
and back bent. At the door I remanded her and she straightened her posture.
Much better with her tits thrust up. Obviously, she considered her modest
crotch weight a severe burden judging from her stumbling gait. She sniffled and
tears swept down her cheeks.

Entering my home, my castle, she stepped gingerly over the threshold worriedly
watching the multiple bolts and locks being engaged behind her fine derriere.
Again she tried to squat and rest from her simple but odious task but I
insisted she continue slapping her ass and yanking her leash to continue within
and then down into my insulated and isolated dungeon. In my cellar I
entertained my girlfriends and sometimes they managed to crawl on up to be
bedded later.

All the windows had thick steel bars in a compressed crisscross pattern as
extra security from outside or inside penetration. Thick brown drapes somberly
sheltered the windows. Multiple alarms, both silent and loud, activated with a
single wrong touch. Dates left and entered my home only by leash carrying minor
belongings in and out such as cables, batteries, diaphanous nightwear and
cosmetics.

Kneeling on the unfinished concrete floor, my gorgeous date gratefully spread
her legs and settled her large weight to the floor. She wheezed a long sigh of
relief and shuddered from her wondrous and delicate tits to her wholesome ass.
As I undid her battery and unhitched her cables from her prize body, she panted
heavily somewhat upset over being forced to earn her keep and feeling the
strain in her thigh ligaments.

Gradually I replaced her dress bonds with yellow nylon rope that I would let
her borrow while she stayed in my cellar. I brought her hands forwards and
overhead in a rapid motion though she did not seem to mind or much notice her
momentary liberty. Vigorously I tugged at her wrists and forced her to stand
once more on her two feet and stop being so shiftless. I positioned her ankles
to either side about two and a half feet apart. I tugged a little more up and
to the side until she balanced neatly only on her toes. Stroking her lovely
thighs I caressed some of the great strain away. I poked her twat, still opaque
to my eyes, and studied her twisty, futile reactions.

She seemed quite peppy and still obstinately preferred not to be molested.
However, her panties were soaked and her vagina sensitive and warm. Her
clitoris stuck out like a sore thumb begging for action lifting her panty hem
significantly.

With a swift definitive motion, I tore her panties away from her body and
shoved them into her mouth with what soggy dress fragments she had retained.
While she watched wide eyed and somewhat flustered into my face I secured her
mouth with more dress. Specks of blue and white framed by lace alternated with
purplish hues peeking from her excellent and well packed mouth. Faintly she
whispered: "Hmmmm!'

"Yes, I had to do it. Where else could I put your panties so you will not
forget them when you leave?"

Under my full control and dominance, she had reached the next plateau where a
decision had to be made by her. Still I had a few devices to set the stage for
her tedious mental exercise. A long metal rimmed wooden dildo on a metal stand
went under her enthusiastic vaginal hole. I moved her crotch restraint enough
to insert the dildo in her a few inches. It slid easily even without extra
lubrication. My date had made a minor correct decision and had self lubricated
herself. Only two inches were buried in her at this point. She would have
another five inches plus the pole itself if she needed the longer insertion.

The dildo penetration was from underneath and behind so she curiously stared
down at where the action was through the valley of her two breasts.
Occasionally my own hard dick rubbed against her thigh or ass that she may have
noticed but probably did not since she had other matters occupying her
immediate attention as well as concern over her perilous future.

She had a true need for serious concern considering what I planned to test her
mental and physical capacity tonight. When she saw the next phase, her eyes
glazed over in anticipatory shock. Her old and faithful car battery, a Diehard
I might add, was lifted to dangle in front of her pert nose. The other end of
that rope connected to her wrists and a pulley that kept her stretched as tall
as possible. She wiggled uneasily as she stared fascinated by the movement of
the battery. Now she was no longer fixed in place. She had the first of many
decisions to be made. She could let go and be pulled up or she could fight and
pull down with her wrists and reduce the strain on them and her back. No matter
what she endeavored to do some set of muscles would suffer. Experimentally she
tugged and practiced the different possible roles and from her face did not
enjoy a single choice.

When she relaxed she finally discovered she would sink and be impaled on the
dildo. In other words she could fuck herself to some degree. Ultimately she
would sink pretty far down since fatigue would increase in time and gravity
would make her be fully screwed.

Using her cables and some electronic capacitors and gizmos I rigged up, I wired
her at several strategic points. Thin lines ran to crocodile clips on her
bruised nipples. Low level voltage would be fed occasionally to circulate from
her left breast to her right breast. Far from lethal she would spasm from the
shock and juggle her breasts. A somewhat heavier cable vanished into her dildo
stand from where it energized some other possibilities for her to choose
amongst.

The dildo enclosed several devices. One was a radio speaker that blasted
raucously loud music. A brief sound test startled her a bit and vibrated her
vagina visibly. It was designed to keep a female company in the lonely hours of
her confinement. A second gadget modulated temperatures. The dildo tip was set
for a modest 85 degrees F. Temperatures increased until they peaked at 125 at a
depth of 12 inches. Finally and logically with an abundance of electricity
supplied by my date, random electrical sparks tickled her insides from time to
time.

I explained this to her in small words and made her nod in agreement or
comprehension, as I required. The mechanisms flicked on and off as I
demonstrated their function. I summarized thusly: "When you slide down you will
relive the strain on your thighs but the dildo will spear deeper and be hotter.
Standing straight will allow you to cool off but your legs will hurt more. The
choice is yours, my dear.

"The music will keep you company as you play. As you tire periodic shocks to
your tits and vagina will remind you to be vigilant and encourage a lively body
motion.

"You may also choose to watch your battery sway from side to side and chew on
your panties.

"Now finally you should ponder whether a movie and pizza might have been a
better choice for your night. Remember what you chose instead. Any questions?"

"Hrmmphh!"

"Aye, you all say that." A motor started wailing a long thin whine. "I forgot
to add that the dildo will be pumping you after awhile. There is a sensor at
the base, a modest seven inches down, that must be covered every five minutes.
Otherwise the timer switches on and the dildo will be drilling you. Just
another decision to be made, my dear." As a demonstration the dildo rammed
eight inches suddenly straight up and repeated ten times in a single minute.
Holding her ass high and still would not be an option for long.

"Ohhhhh! Ooooo!"

I turned everything off and let her gasp and shiver. "OK, we begin." She stared
at me and realized how serious I was as the music started in her lower belly.
Gyrating and pumping rapidly she searched for her best choice desperately and
became quite preoccupied with all of her distractions. She moaned softly
tossing loose strands of yellow hair from her face where they stuck to her
sweaty brow and irritated.

I slapped her fanny and rubbed her boobs. Random shocks cascaded through her
breasts causing her to shake her upper torso, which only agitated the solid
bite of the clamps.

She dropped her ass to engulf the dildo completely as part of her routine
recalling the sensor. The heating kept her bottom twitching in mild discomfort
even as a shock filled her. Blue eyes gaped wide and nearly popped. She shot
straight up disengaging most of the dildo but never all. "Waw!"

I left her hot and bothered. She would be awhile warming up and needed some
alone time for her foreplay. In the meanwhile I showered to temporarily reduce
my ardor and napped.

Three hours later I yawned and stretched. I wonder how my date was after awhile
and decided to visit her. I unlocked the cellar door and descended with hard
dick in hand at about 2 AM.

My date stood with her drowsy eyes closed and knees bent listening to a
selection of hard rock in her vagina. Her arms stretched straight up held by
her battery weight. A small shock bounced her tits but little more happened.
The dildo motor hummed happily and thrust up and down into her vagina with a
potent vigor that only a machine could emulate.

The battery no longer gyrated so I caught and spun it. Briefly her eyes
flickered with dull interest. She grumbled greetings through her soggy panties.
"Arrwo." She attempted to rise her ass but failed. She grappled with her
fatigue and shook her head to clear it a little. She bumped her hips slightly
saying hello.

I shut off the shocks and opened her mouth. It stayed wide by itself after
being stuffed so long. She did not resist and passively accepted my tongue
exploring her tongue and throat. She seemed ready so I gave her another choice.
"Do you want to suck some cock, wench?"

She puckered her lips and arched her back. Then she smiled and licked her lips
nervously yet afraid though willing. "Please kiss me fuck me please."

"Remember all this for the next time someone asks you out." So I pinched her
tender nipples and sucked her mouth. She pressed her breast into the palm of my
hand.

By half past two she was inhaling my cock with her hands bound behind her. I
found her respectful, skilled and playful. In the future she would behave
significantly better with potential boyfriends. Of course, she would never be
as strict a feminist again. She would fold her own hands behind her dainty
derriere without questioning or asking when embraced.

After I splashed her face with cum, she settled happily between my hairy thighs
and begged for another chance for a movie and pizza. I stated clearly that I
would consider it for the next night. She cried softly into my lap smothering
my stiffening dick with hot wet kisses until I had to face fuck her again.

"Master," she queried tentatively.

"Yes, what is it."

"What is your name."

"Al will do."

"I-I am Heather, Heather Chamberlain, Al," she stuttered, choked with emotion.

It was almost a pity to regag her sleepy face and clothe her with her cables
and battery. But the hour was three and I intended to part on independent terms
and obtain a little sleep. Perhaps tomorrow she could cuddle longer now that we
had become acquainted and did not need so much to be equals. As the guy I had
to be stern and enforce the rules at all times.

She stared thoughtfully up the fourteen steps to the first floor from her wide
kneed floor squat and copiously wept. Her aching thighs and crotch would have
to lift a heavy weight all the way up and beyond to the trunk of my Buick.

I yanked her crotch leash and commanded her to get up and drag her dumb ass
forward...Delicately she staggered to one knee then to the other, climbing
slowly and miserably to her high-heels. With a little help she limped up and
collapsed gratefully into the trunk.

Close to dawn she would totter wearily into her apartment and crash onto her
bed minus her dress and with a bra unsnapped and her panties stuffed into the
back of her throat. Her crotch leash would be clutched in her little hand
leading her to colorful dreams of thrusting vaginal dildos and hard cocks to
suck between her delicious red lips.

Friday had been date night. Saturday would be couples night. The game of life
is complicated, never fair and certainly weird. Someone should really make a
rulebook. Then again maybe the purpose was the exercise of free will so that
God imposed flexibility and change as prime specifications into his program.
Chaos over law as dictated by Law. An interesting thought but too late at night
to fret over.

Heck, it had been fun.

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