Sisters Wedding

Sisters Wedding

As she packed her suitcase, she cringed at the thought of the journey she was about to take. When her lover had asked her to go to Pittsburgh with him for his sisters wedding, she had been thrilled with the thought of spending the week together. That was before she had found out they would be driving from Manhattan to the wedding. She had tried to convince him to fly, had even offered to pay for both their tickets and the rental car. He had just laughed and told her it would be great to spend the time with her alone.

She knew in her heart that this was the end of their relationship. Everyone had always teased her about having a bladder the size of a peanut, and she supposed in a way it was kind of amusing. Until you started traveling together. She could just imagine how happy he would be stopping at every rest area the whole length of the PA turnpike so she could go to the bathroom. She had finally told him last night of her fear that she would anger him by her frequent pit stops, but he had just laughed and told her that she was worried about nothing.

They never even made it through New Jersey when she had to ask him to pull over at the next rest area. He complied still smiling. Four rest areas later and countless apologies, he was no longer smiling. When they finally got to their hotel, he gave her a perfunctory kiss on the cheek and said he was going to go to the bar for a drink. She tightened down the pain in her chest, called her secretary and told her to check on flight availability's on the red eye on the day of the wedding. She wouldn't cause a scene and miss the event, but she knew she wouldn't be taking that car ride back home with him.

She unpacked their clothes, called the front desk to check on getting their things pressed and ran her self a bath. It was going to be a long week. The days were filled with harried meetings with his family, countless dinners out with his old friends and quiet evenings, where she could only guess he was planning on ways to cope with the tortuously long ride home. She was almost tempted to tell him she had made other plans, but she never seemed to be able to broach the topic.

The wedding was beautiful, but over shadowed by the imminent argument she was sure to follow. They returned to the hotel and as they entered their room she sprung her plans on him. He didn't seem very surprised, in fact he didn't seem angry or happy about the issue at all. He simply told her to cancel the taxi that he would drive her to the airport. As she hung up the phone he came up behind her and whispered to her that he had a present for her. His long fingers easily undid the buttons and zippers that held the formal sleeveless gown in place. Within moments he had her stripped utterly bare. She loved the feel of his clothes against her naked skin. "Close your eyes." He whispered. She obeyed without question. Cool silk touched her stomach as she felt her body being caressed by what she thought was some type of lingerie. It wrapped around her, and she felt him pulling it tighter and she realized with a wicked grin that he was placing her in a corset. He tugged and adjusted, tightening here and loosening there until she was held snugly in its embrace. Tiny ruffles of lace reached up and stroked her nipples. She could feel the gently scratchiness of it making her breasts tingle.

She had never felt more sensual in her life. He positioned her on her knee's in the middle of the bed. Blood flushed her skin as she realized that he planned on fucking her in her heels and this corset. Again his warm fingers stroked her skin, down between her legs he reached, finding her clit, massaging it, till she was rocking back and forth with the movement of his hand, mewling and trying to cum all the while with her eyes closed. He was still finger fucking her when she felt the pressure begin at her anal sphincter. She moaned deep in her throat and pushed herself back onto the steady pressure. As the butt plug slipped inside her she almost came... but her pulled his hand away from her clit denying her that release. She heard metal clicking and suddenly with out any warning she was rolled onto her back.

As she tried to figure out exactly what was going on he quickly pulled up something from between her legs and fastened it to the front of her corset. Suddenly there was a firm pressure against her clit and inside her ass as well. It was vaguely discomforting and pleasurable at the same time. With out a word he lead her to the bathroom mirrors to show her the garment she was wearing in detail.

Confusion and anger filled her heart. The crotch of this garment, was strung through the handle of the butt plug and then padlocked tightly in front of her. She would never be able to remove this with out the keys to the small locks he had used to secure it. He sat on the bed as she turned to him. Her nipples were taut and her cunt ached with longing and he just sat there.

"I suppose you want some explanation,... I was never angry with you for having to stop so you could pee, I just got tired of hearing all of your apologies. Then when your secretary called and left the message that your flight reservations were confirmed... well I suppose I got angry. So I had this little present made up for you. You see, as punishment for thinking the very worst of me, I am going to make sure you suffer the whole way home."

With that he rose from the bed, came over to gently stroke my bare ass cheeks and as a final insult he firmly wiggled the plug lodged in my ass. I nearly cried in delight, but he moved away too soon to give me any relief. He picked up his suitcase and gave me a sad little smile.

"I'll meet you at JFK, and remember, I love you."

It was that sentence that sealed her fate. She could have found scissors and cut herself out of the beautiful garment he had given her, but she realized that this corset was more than just punishment. It was his way of giving her the choice of either accepting the punishment and keeping him in her life, or refusing and setting herself free.

It didn't take her more than three seconds to decide to take the punishment. The trip home was simple hell. He had planned everything to torture her, or at least it seemed that way. Not only had he changed her reservations, he had rerouted her through Philadelphia, Newark and then finally to JFK... It would take her at least eight hours to get home. Eight hours of the constant pressure that was building inside her bladder, eight hours of the gentle manipulation of the nub nestled against her clit, eight hours of the firm rubber shaft lodged in her ass. Eight hours to contemplate her sins and atone for them.

Twice she dozed off on the plane only to be awoken by the unbearable need to empty her bladder. Running through airports to make her connections was probably the worst part of the exquisite punishment. There were moments when she thought she would surely wet herself, and in a panic she would tighten down on all the muscles in her pelvis which sent shockwaves of pleasure through her ass and cunt. The jarring landing at JFK actually caused her to loose control for a second until she physically straightened her legs and clamped down internally. As she walked out of the connecting tunnel she sought him out frantically.

With great relief he was there, waiting for her. He took in her dishelved appearance, the cold sweat that covered her forehead, the look of panic that filled her eyes. His hand grasped hers and he lead her at a near run through the airport to the parking garage. There in a dark corner he pulled up her skirt and undid the locks that held the crotch of her garment firmly against her. His fingers parted her swollen pussy lips and found her clit hard and distended. With a low moan he turned her around and bent her over the trunk of his car. His cock drove into her bursting her control and with a low wail she began to urinate. The scalding hot liquid splashed up from the car onto him as he fucked her with a ferocity she had never known he possessed. Her urine ran down her legs and into her shoes as she came in mind numbing waves. The combination of her slick cunt and scalding urine made him forget where they were. He grunted out her name as he pummeled her cunt over and over until with a deep heave he spent himself inside her.

He was the first to regain his wits as he pulled her upright and opened the trunk. He quickly stripped off her sodden clothes and threw them in the trunk. He reached in and pulled out the wool blanket he kept stored there for emergencies, and wrapped her still quivering body in the scratchy fabric. He opened her passenger door, and sat her down, tucking her in as if she were a child. She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, feeling physically and emotionally exhausted. Her last thought was what a divinely just punishment it had been.