Bound. Part 2

But there was no way in hell that I'd do anything but what he said to do.

I really can't explain it. I knew that Jason and I were destined to be together. I knew he would fulfill all of my fantasies, and perhaps beyond.

So what did it matter that I was sitting naked from the waist up, driving down city streets for all to see, as Jason's hand took possession of my hot tits?

It didn't matter at all. I was precisely were I wanted to be. With the man I was destined to be with. And suddenly I was very glad that I came to him as a virgin. A very frustrated virgin, but a virgin nevertheless.

A horny virgin to boot. And getting hornier by the second.

Somehow it seemed appropriate that the passing street lights showed my bared tits to all who cared to look and see them. I had never really thought much about exhibitionism.

My dreams had always centered around the reception of pain and bonds. But if Jason wanted to show the world my body, I was more than wiling for