Domination Inc. by Drusilla Leather Page A

dress up for the occasion.’ She was aware of him glancing surreptitiously at her reflection in his rear-view mirror, and she studied him in return. He was, she guessed, about thirty, with streaky blond hair pushed back from his forehead in short wings. His eyes were small and blue beneath a heavy brow, and there was a light dusting of fair stubble on his chin. His plain white T-shirt was stretched tightly across a muscular chest, and his faded blue jeans drew attention to the bulge at his crotch. Good-looking enough if you liked them on the rough side, Cindy supposed, but not her type.
    He turned the dial on the stereo, filling the car with pumping techno music. ‘Would you mind turning that down, please?’ Cindy asked, aware that she would have to listen to the same monotonous beat for three or four hours in the club.
    The driver shrugged, and lowered the volume. For a while he kept silent, content to ogle Cindy in his mirror. She, in turn, was happy to sit wrapped up in her own thoughts, subliminally aware of the car’s fabric seat against her naked bottom, and the growing sense of anticipation in her lower body as she contemplated what was about to happen to her at The Cage .
    Eventually, the cabbie asked, ‘So, does your boyfriend mind you going out dressed like that?’
    It’s none of your business, Cindy wanted to tell him. The only man in her life who might have qualified as her boyfriend, Tom, would more than likely be sitting at home with his wife, a woman who wouldn’t even have known what a rubber waspie was, let alone how it felt to have the garment fitting snugly around your waist, the suspender straps stretching along your thighs. The cabbie was waiting eagerly for Cindy’s reply: noticing the gold wedding band that circled his ring finger, she decided to tease him a little. ‘He prefers it when I stay in and wear it,’ she said.
    â€˜I’m sure he does,’ the cabbie murmured. ‘And… er… what exactly happens when you stay in and wear it?’ He aimed for a certain nonchalance in his tone, and missed.
    â€˜Well, if you want to know the truth, he actually thinks that only a slut would dress up in rubber and high heels. And if I dress like a slut, then he treats me like one.’ Cindy closed her eyes and settled back on the seat, an impish smile forming on her lips as she mentally created a scenario that was guaranteed to turn the taxi driver on. ‘He’ll take me into the bedroom, and he’ll push me down onto the bed, on my hands and knees. Then he’ll get the silk rope he keeps in the bedside cabinet, and he’ll tie my wrists and ankles to the bedposts – not so tightly that it hurts me, but securely enough so, no matter how much I wriggle and squirm, I just won’t be able to free myself. There I am, my bottom sticking up in the air towards him, waiting for him to decide what to do with me.’
    â€˜Does it take him long to decide?’ the cabbie asked. ‘I’d have thought it would have been obvious.’
    â€˜It can do. You see, he’s got what he calls his box of tricks, and I never know what he’s going to take out of it. Sometimes it’s a feather, and he uses that to tickle every inch of my body – and I mean every inch. I’m incredibly ticklish, and I’ll plead and I’ll beg him not to tickle me, but he just keeps on and on and on. He’ll even use the feather on my clit. That’s the worst, because it drives me completely hysterical, until I don’t know if I’m going to wet myself, or come, or both.
    â€˜He’s got a little bottle of oil in there, too,’ Cindy added, eyes open now so she could watch the cabbie’s reaction to her confession in his mirror. ‘When he gets the oil out and pours it over the crack of my bum, I know exactly what’s going to happen. He’ll spend ages smoothing it into my pussy and my other hole with his