She raised her eyebrows, asking her vague question.
Jim suddenly winked.
Jan would have smiled if she hadn't been so thoroughly gagged. Her heart racing with happiness and an unrecognized horniness, she reached into the glove compartment with both hands and pulled out her mask.
It was a hood. It covered the top of her head and pulled down over her eyes. There were two flaps that could be closed, so that she would be blindfolded. A strap went under her chin so she couldn't knock it off, and the strap had a tiny padlock. And Jim had that key too.
She waited until he shut off the engine, then handed him the helmet-like mask.
He brushed her hair out of her lovely face and slipped the hood over her head, pulling it down snugly around her ears and over her eyes. She looked out through the two narrow slits.
Jim pulled the strap down under her chin, making sure it fit firmly and wasn't twisted. Then he buckled it in place and slipped the tiny padlock through the ring, locking it down.
He showed the key to Jan, then put it in his pocket with the key to the cuffs.
"Out."
Jan fumbled at the door handle and finally got the door open. She slipped sideways on the seat and placed both feet down on the gravel. She stood up unsteadily in the six-inch high heels on her small feet and waited until Jim came around to help her walk to the house.
Jim took his time locking the car. He came around to the young woman and took the chain out of the glove compartment. He locked the passenger door, then turned to Janice.
"You're one hell of a beautiful woman, Jan. And I love you very much." He kissed her cheek beside the thong that dug into the corner of her aching mouth.
Jan moaned in response, and felt her nipples swell inside the tight bra she was wearing.
He hooked the chain into the dog collar. It dangled down her back, curving up into his hand.
"Ready?"
Jan took a deep breath. She nodded.
"Good girl." Jim reached up and closed both eyeflaps, blinding the young woman totally.
Jan had never felt so helpless. She was totally at the mercy of another human being. There was absolutely nothing she could now do without Jim's explicit permission and guidance. And there was utterly nothing she could ask of him with the huge ball crammed in her mouth.
She was his, completely, and this knowledge sent a jolt of pleasure into her cunt that made her shudder with its intensity. Her clit swelled into a hard wet nubbin. Her guts churned hard.
"Down," Jim commanded.
Out here? Jan had expected him to at least help her to the front door first. But she did as he told her, squatting down, then dropping forward onto her hands and knees.
She saw immediately that it was going to be very difficult to move even like this, with both hands and legs cuffed together. She could take only the shortest little steps.
"Move."
She put one hand out, feeling out the ground ahead of her carefully. She didn't want to cut herself on the hard sharp stones of the graveled driveway.
Her knee struck a stone on the first step, and she winced. Her loud moan was met with a sudden sharp stinging slap to her bare thigh from behind.
She groaned.
Shit! She'd forgotten about that damned little whip.
"I'm not going to do that, Harry," Lynn said firmly, stamping her foot. Her huge breasts jiggled with the force of her motion, and Harry watched them, feeling his balls grow tighter and fuller.
"You Goddamn fucking sure as hell are, you little bitch," he told her. His eyes went narrow and his lips tightened.
Lynn saw his hand leap out and she gave a high-pitched squeak as she jumped backward, yanking her arm back just in time.
Harry's hand swiped across the front of her body as she twisted away, and his fingers caught under the row of buttons down the front of her incredibly well-filled blouse.
With a loud rip and a series of quiet pops, the buttons flew to all corners of the room, and Lynn's blouse tore open. Her huge bra cups spilled into view through the gaping rip in her blouse.
"Damn you, Harry! Now look what you've done!" Lynn shouted, turning her back to the man and trying to pull her shredded blouse back over her big tits.
Lynn was embarrassed by the immensity of her breasts. They were firm and big, and they rode high on her chest without any sagging, but they were so big that Lynn had been the butt of vile jokes since they had first begun to bloom at the tender age of ten.
And now, full-blown and tremendous. Lynn's young tits were practically the only reason anybody ever asked her out.
She knew she wasn't the smartest girl in the world, but she sure as hell wasn't as dumb as her dates thought she was. She let only a select few touch those magnificent young globes, and never on a first date.
And she made them pay for it, but good. Only the best shows, the most expensive restaurants, the finest gifts, would get the boys into her apartment. And after that first touch they had better be the fucking best in the sack or Lynn threw them out so fast they barely had time to find their pants.
Lynn was a horny young lady, and she had all the right equipment to get the best of the horny young men. She used her body to get what she wanted and she felt no shame in that. But her big breasts still embarrassed her, on occasion, when she was trying to be a real lady, and the same old stares told her she was no closer to that than when she was ten.
Harry gripped Lynn's upper arms and tried to force her back around to face him.
"Stop that, Harry," Lynn said. Her voice was quiet now, and she was pouting. Few things in the world were as overpoweringly sexual as Lynn's mouth in a pout.
Except her cunt lips, sucking a big cock.
"Come on, baby. Let's get ready and just enjoy ourselves, huh? Come on," Harry coaxed, slowly turning her body.
Lynn was holding her blouse closed over her tits with both hands, her head lowered, her pretty lips pursed.
"No," she whispered. "I don't want to do that."
"It's just a party, Lynnie."
Harry coaxed Lynn's hands away from her breasts. He stroked the side of her cheek with the back of one hand while he slowly opened the rip in her blouse with the other.
Lynn let him do it. Her hands hung limply at her sides.
"I know, Harry," she said very quietly, her head still lowered.
Harry pulled her chin upward, making her look at him. He pressed his lips down onto hers lightly, then pulled away. He knew she loved being teased, like that, tasting and touching very lightly, tentatively, before she got too hot to handle.
"Why do you want me to go like that, Harry?"
Harry smiled at her. "Because you're so fucking beautiful, honey. And I want those other guys to fucking die of frustration, knowing they can't even touch you."
"And knowing you'll be bringing me home, to bed?"
Harry grinned.
Lynn suddenly snorted and brought her hands up behind Harry's back, hugging him hard. She felt his hands at her breasts, cupping and kneading the warm flesh through the big cups of her bra. It felt so fucking good when Harry did it. He knew just how to rub her nipples through the silken cups to bring her to a frenzy of lust before she'd even begun to strip.
She thrust her hips against the front of his legs.
"You really want me to do it, Harry?" she asked in her best little girl voice, licking her lips and making them very, very wet as she looked up into his face, her eyes glazed and dreamy looking.
"You bet, baby."
Lynn sighed, taking a deep breath and crushing her giant tit globes gainst Harry's clutching hands.
"Ohhhh, allright, Harry," she finally said.
She kissed him lightly. Her lips just barely brushed over his. Her tongue slipped out and stroked over his upper lip. He caught her hot tongue between his lips and sucked it gently into his mouth, and Lynn thrust it deep, letting him take it all. He sucked the soft, wet, succulent tongue harder and harder, until Lynn was standing up on her tiptoes, moaning loudly.