Car Wash: so Clean, so Filthy" Erotica Story

(C.P from my website as I've been posting new stories, this one was well fantasized over. Shows a bit of my writing style, the way I take in and give sensations in Dominant play, how creative and resourceful I am, how I teach my slave to crave things they never thought they'd want, why you can't drive after I toy with you for at least a half hour.. etc.) I wake up senses, and can potentially train you to be more than a half mast towel rack.

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I'm finishing the cone of an ice cream in the passenger seat of the car, as you strain to wipe the chocolate off your face with a soggy napkin, steering awkwardly with your wrists back onto the road after a quick decision to hit a roadside farmers market.

We've been down many dirt roads and the windshield is filthy. You are trying to fidget with the wipers with sticky fingers and clean off the car before getting back into the city. I'm chatting with you about future play, but you are still partially zoned out from earlier, hoping the sugar will help bring you back, though my perfect toes tease you through my sandals as I adjust, tuck away my filthy napkin with the rest of the wad I grabbed into the glove compartment, adjusting my legs and wiggling my toes. You are trying not to succumb to the blood loss from the rest of your body to your lap, but it's not working well.

"You're so dirty.." I say, looking ahead...

"Well I, uhh.." You're a bit embarrassed being caught looking at my feet when your task is to drive us from A to B and stay focussed.

I start entering an address into your GPS. "A change of plans.. a detour."

"Take offramp 7 in 3 Kilometres..." your British robot GPS directs.

You start concentrating hard on the new instructions, even though I just put my feet up on the dashboard. At each direction of the next however-long-you-are-in-heaven minutes I point my toes in the direction of the turn. Glossy red nails, slender sweet toes.

"Turn right in 800 metres.." My feet shift right. "You have reached your destination." I wiggle my toes. The time flew by, and suddenly we're at a place. I hop out of the car.

"Stay." I command. I run over to a gas station corner store.

You're hard again thinking about my feet, half-tempted to smell my seat to see if my short skirt and turquoise panties left you a trace gift in the upholstery. Then you are thinking about thinking about it. Then your mind wanders to the panties you had tucked in your pocket as a "sneeze hanky" when we went tea shopping, that scented treat that you are still less than discrete over sniffing in public, but manage. I'm not sure if it's the scent or the naughtiness, or naughtiness and freakiness in front of me, that gets you more excited. You look down at your panty fondling hands still on the steering wheel and take a deep breath to try to come back to the car.

As you breathe to break your filthy visions I hop back in the car, and your cock that you were trying to hard to ignore feels the warmth of pain and impact of something loud hitting you there; I had tossed a box of chocolate almonds into your semi-lap. I look pleased with myself in your peripheral. You see that I also have a drink in my hands... with two straws. Very Me.

"What, you don't like chocolate?" I inquire, smiling. You know that I know you are waivering.

"Or..er. Thank you Contessa..." You stutter.

"Maybe you shouldn't drive this next bit.."

"I can do it, Contessa." You note, in calm protest.

"Open your window and take some deep breaths. Then drive over to that exit. Slowly. That will be your test." I instruct.

You open your window, take one deep breath (without exhaling) and start reversing.

"Stop!" I command. You do. "Look back before you do that." And you see a woman behind the car, walking across the parking lot. "Slowly and with care. I'm checking for my wallet. It's probably here but... pull over. Over there by that exit." I point with my straws.

"But then we have to turn around." You complain.

I flick my straws in your face, freezing drops of water. "Do it." I command. "More... more still. Here." You stop.

I let down the window and lean out, teasing you with a glorious view of my ass in my short skirt and the faintest tease of turquoise. It's so disorienting you forget to wonder about what I'm doing leaning that way. So disorienting that I get you to pull ahead and right in front of the....Car Wash. You only notice when it's too late, we're first and next in line.

"Oh." Is all you can verbalize.

"Dirty, dirty..." I tease, grinning.

"Oh.." You exhale, fidgetting your fingers on the steering wheel. Through the open window you can smell the moisture in the air, and that arouses you as again, so you quickly do up the window and adjust yourself in your seat, looking up and ahead.. at another car in the wash, and gasp.

I reach over and undo your belt, then rip it out of the loops. You start to try to say something, "but..".

"But.." I coax, staring down at your pant-tent, twitching. "I see that..." referencing your pant-dancing, and yank at your pants from the waist. "Lift your ass." You do and I yank your pants down to below your boxer-briefs and quickly toss a gift bag in your lap with pink tissue puffing out the top of it.

The doors open.

"Advance." I command. and as you do, I ram my hands into your pants, and yank your full package up into the gift bag through a hole in the bottom of it, rustling the tissue as I finish. You had forgotten that I had tied up your balls as we left the cottage and they were still prepped and ready. "Nice package." I say, laughing. Your eyes are wide and forward-focussed as you try to multitask.

"Keep your hands on the wheel." And I clip your wrists to the steering wheel, each with a different set of black handcuffs. Your eyes widen, your heart is racing, you feel like I can hear it singing your pulse to me.

I move in to "fluff the tissue paper" but, holding the top of my straws with my thumb, trickle freezing fizz over your cock and balls in the gift bag, a few good, long running drops, exploring the folds and waking you up cooling your balls that had been so hot and restricted on this drive. You exhale in relief and let some of your tenseness trickle away with the cool sensation.

"Pre Soak. Advance." I announce, as the "Advance" sign lights up. "Slowly now..." and you do, trying so hard to keep your eyes ahead, rather than looking left for glimpses of my feet or my plan, or downward for a glimpse of your cock, hot and hard, through the tissue of your "gift". You are only "mildly" panicked over the handcuffs and your cock feeling the AC, feeling exposed yet not exposed in this car wash.

I bring my purse to my lap. Your ears are keen now to listen for clues because your breathing is off, your eyes are steady ahead and your cock can't tell you much right now. Your brain can't either. I lean over and look in the gift bag under the tissue and slip a hand in. You feel cold goo dribbling on your balls, which I rub into your balls with the bottom of the tissue fluff, which soon becomes a warm tingle all over your balls and taint.

Your cock is throbbing with your heart. You want to scream, you want to stick your cock in a grapefruit, in a masturbator, in your hand but you cant. You wiggle your fingers thinking about stroking yourself, so desperately wanting to, twitching and hoping when you do that you feel the graze of the tissue or my hand but my hand is out of the bag much faster than you can finish your daydream, and it's not until after my hand is out of the bag, that you register the ball slaps I had thrown down. And you breathe...

*Fsss*- the water spray comes on. Your cock twitches at the sound. You catch yourself trying to intellectualize and dismantle your water spray arousal. You look up and watch the car ahead of us in the drying area. You had forgotten there could be other people in here.

You now remember I had threatened you with a car wash scene before when your car was dirty for an excursion. You realize this was part of the plan all along, and in that, you feel my fingernails clawing your balls and pinching your taint in the gift bag.

"Stay on task." I growl. "Don't endanger the passenger.." emphasizing the danger with a deeper clawing. I know all about your tendency to "dismantle" your present moment rather than relax into feeling your body right now. I straw-flick more fizz onto your balls. In returning the straws I take a nice big sip. "So refreshing, isn't it?" I gargle.

"Advance." The light flicks on. You can see the mitters up ahead and know that soon we'll be fully covered from any potential onlookers, all you can think about is what I might do then. Pink soap begins to flop on to the car in large globs. I hang a pair of my panties from your rearview mirror. You lunge forward to smell them but your seatbelt holds fast.

"Don't crush my gift." I remind you sternly. You look straight ahead again and sigh deeply. You still caress the panties with your eyes, pink lace. "Look at all that pink cream." You whimper and pout. I take them down and swat your face with them. You try to bite them like a brat. I stuff them in your mouth.

"I wassss going to give you the space to appreciate my scents, but now you don't deserve it." I cram them in your mouth further and make sure the gusset is in the middle of the wad. "You don't get the cream. You'll just taste my sweat. Breathe deep and you'll catch the last of my scent in the air, right under your nose." I flight more cold fizz on your balls and cock in the bag.

*Flap Flap Flap*- The wraparounds start to slap around the car and smear the soap around. I yank out the bag's tissue and a rush of cold air swirls around your hyper sensitized balls and the pre cum of your cock, the breeze like a caress so sensual you nearly want to ask me to do it again, save for the fact that I outdo that sensation in seconds.

I dangle a miniature flogger into the bag, twisting and turning it so the fronds wrap around your cock and tickle your sensitive skin. Slowly swaying them back and forth, building up to a more and more vigorous sweep. As the wraparounds hit the vehicle I crush the bag down and expose you to flog the head of your cock.

You breathe in deep to absorb the pain and during that you nearly choke on your panty greed. I yank out the panties and before you can swallow shove a ripe cherry in your mouth, those ones we picked up at the market now seemingly so long ago.

"Clean it down to the pit. Tongue only." You set to work, happy with your distraction, revisiting your mouth, textures, flavours, re moistening your breath with the precious juices. I hold the gusset of my panties now to your nose and flog your cock again, encouraging your pain-absorbing inward breaths to take with them the scent of your mouth mixed with the scent of my re-moistened, warmed juices.

I stop the flogging and you tone down the squirming in the chair to a light air hump with delight. I slip a wet hand between your legs now, under the gift bag, which slowly rises up to half mast, covering you again, now that I've let it free. This hand between your legs pinches your taint and because you don't feel my fingernails as sharply, you know now that I'm wearing gloves. Lubed up I forcefully burrow my fingers toward your ass and slip in a finger. You breathe in and nearly choke on the cherry pit.

"Now with your teeth only, get any last bits off that beautiful.. cherry." In saying it aloud I slip something into your ass and you know it's a juicy cherry. You grunt and moan, humping the air with your eyes closed. You keep breathing in my scents and they mix with that of the cherry and it's lingering flavours. I'm scorching multiple sensory memories and triggers into your brain. I snap off the glove. "You'll pop that cherry later, hahaha." I'm amused with myself. You twitch.

I flog your cock again three forceful times without pause and adjust the bag again, "Just to keep you in check" and add a few more dribbles from my soda straw. I sip slowly, and then lean over and dribble mildly warmed still fizzy soda onto your cock and stuff the panties back in your mouth. You feel like you are losing control of your person beyond your comfort level. I know this.

"Breathe..." I undo your left hand from the steering wheel but your grip is still firm and intense. With the tissue from the bag rustling in my lap and you breathing heavily, panting through the panties I grab your now loose hand, flip it, pry it open and squirt a few drops of warming cherry lube into your hands, with a dollop of my spit. "For good luck.." I add, "You'll have the rinse cycle. Start digging into your present, dig deep." I sip more soda.

You ever so hesitantly start to reach your hand into the bag, looking down at your wet cock in there, shaking, excited to see it that hard and shiny, and touch your finger to your cock. You breathe in deep and stop yourself, touching yourself hadn't felt so good in so long. You twitch, and feel the cherry in your ass pressing into you. You moan through the panties and revisit your cock to stroke, shaking from all the sensations, sweating and breathing heavy through your nose.

The rinse cycle begins against the car and jets of water spritz and hose down the soapy car keeping us invisible. I flick more soda on your cock, into the bag. "Clench your ass, lift it up!" I smile and instruct, and you feel that ass cherry pressing and coaxing you, upping the intensity and confusion and primal urges. You feel the panties in your mouth more than ever, they feel dry and near choking you because your body is so desperate to excrete large amounts of moisture. They feel dry and stuck more so because you want to speak, you desperately want my permission to cum.

To keep control you start taking deeper breaths, finally taking my advice. The heat is overtaking your body and the car air is moist and heavy with several types of sweat,the smell of cherries, of the chocolate melting on the dashboard that I threw at your lap, warm leather, the scent of my panties... cherry chocolate. You start trying to choke out my name in a panic.

"You have my permission to cum you filthy thing."

You scream through my panties and cream your present.

"Eyes on the road."

You grind and sob into the panties looking up and ahead feeling dirty and guilty. I hand you a small stack of the chafe-giving ice cream napkins. "Mop up." You hesitantly reach down and rub them around, trying to keep your face forward. The rinse cycle is ending and the huge dryers are hovering menacingly over the car. "Dry! Dry! Yes! Hahahahha!" I know what those napkins feel like. You are trying hard to wet your tongue and regain your breath with your cock throbbing in a gift bag. You scrub harder and start feeling warm again from the burning sensation of the chafe.

With pretty purple gloves on I reach into the bag and yank off your ball bondage. You exhale by no noise comes out, then a whimper as I tug off the gift bag and let you toss your filthy napkins inside, placing it back over your lap. I throw the chocolate candy back in the bag again to thud against your balls to wake you up, and it sure does. Next go the panties and the tissue, and I undo your other handcuff.

"Get your pants on, quick!" I say in a panicked voice, and you totally feel it and fall for it and hustle to try to wriggle into your pants in a panic and stuff your cock, still hard, away. The doors of the car wash start to open and you really feel the squeeze, in your pants and chest. I put the gift bag back in your lap. "Hands on the wheel!". You get into position. "Get ready to drive over to that first parking spot, there!" I signal with my sandals up on the dash, just in view, torturing you already in your trousers. The doors are almost up. "You're so sweaty!" I lift the gift bag up, dump the whole rest of my club soda in your lap, and put the bag back down.

You're orgasm face becomes a comedic "o" face of shock and (secret) delight. You breathe in rather than yelp because I started to put the windows down. Your mouth is still feeling dry but the faint taste of my panties and fresh cherries remain.. You gasp. Cherries. You remember there's a cherry in your ass. You laugh. I wiggle a stemmed cherry in your view. We've parked now, and you're laughing but can't look at me. "Eat it." You're thankful for it, so thankful for the juices ramming your tongue against the pit, cleaning it in two stages as you'd learned, staring straight ahead and down but still trying to capture some of my toes in your peripheral.

I hope out of the car and lean in the window. "Stay. I'll be right back." I run into the store. The truck behind us in the car wash pulls out and right up next to you as the man insides fidgets with his GPS. "Lookin good man!" He yells in the window, and then drives off. Then your head starts swimming and you look up and stare into nothing, pondering... did he mean the car, the woman, the gift bag (oh shit), or did he know your ass was hiding a little treat or..... and you can see my legs and skirt swinging out of the doors across the lot which switches up your headcycling to what I might have in the bag.... I'm smirking, and you twitch.

Contessa Zoe Aspasia