Imagine

that you get a phone call and 30 minutes later a taxi comes to your door to take you to an unknown destination. You are given instructions on what to wear (panties, sometimes, stockings, sometimes, more…) and what to put inside you (sometimes a tickler, sometimes a butt-plug, sometimes a vibrator) and around you (a harness, a belt, a choker, a chastity device).

The taxi isn’t a taxi and the driver is a beautiful and dark with a perfectly cut suit. He straps you in, pulls down your pants, and turns on on ipad with a recorded message from me, preparing you for your encounter. It tells you that you are expected to perform for the man who is driving the car, but does not specify the particular perversions. In the past, you have been taken out of town, sometimes to farms or parks or truck stops, sometimes to restaurants, sometimes to offices, to executive suites…

Every time it is different.

You are allowed to tell noone.

You are punished if you bring a phone, or a credit card, or a watch.

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