Unlike most of our stories, this one is NOT true. I wrote it in response to a fantasy dream that my girlfriend told me about. A version of which we MIGHT try to make come true someday...
My girlfriend Karrie and I had ridden to Daytona on my Harley. This is our first long distance trip together on the bike, and as we pull into the campground where we'd be staying, I can't help but look at some of the beautiful, barely dressed "biker chics" that seem to be everywhere. Leather short shorts, denim mini skirts, assless chaps, and leather halter tops are the outfits of the day. But as I look around I know my girl, with her long blonde hair pulled back in a pony tail, and her lean and tan body, is more than a match for any of these women. But Karrie has no idea that stored away in my saddlebag is a similar outfit just for her, and included with her outfit is her favorite leather collar and leash...
I go to the bike and fetch the bag containing the outfit. Tossing it to Karrie, I tell her to put it on. She asks me where she's supposed to change, and deciding to set the tone for the week, I look her right in the eye and tell her, "Change right here. Once the outfit's on they're going to see most of you anyway..."
After deciding I'm serious, Karrie gets that half defiant, half mischievous "I'll show you" look in her eye and begins stripping off her riding clothes. Down to her tiny bra and thong, she finally looks in the bag to see what she's going to be wearing. Reaching in, she pulls out a VERY short plaid pleated school girl mini skirt, a black leather bra, thigh high fish nets, and a pair of black low top Chuck Taylor's. Feeling that there's still some weight in the bag, she looks down in and removes the collar and leash.
By the way she looks up at me after seeing the contents of the bag, I can tell she approves of my choices and is on board with whatever I have planned. Dropping the now empty bag to the ground, she shimmies her way into the barely there skirt, then unsnaps her bra, letting it fall to the ground, exposing her hardening nipples to the open air and the occasional stares of passersby. With no tan lines to worry about, she fastens the leather shelf bra around her chest, the cups barely covering the tops of her aerolas, then slowly slides the fishnets up over her sexy tanned legs and her feet into the sneakers, completing the outfit... almost.
With her eyes downcast, Karrie holds up the collar, letting me know she's ready for me to put it on her and take on my role as "master". So I buckle the collar around her neck and carrying the leash in my hand, we walk toward the campground.
After walking for a little while, we notice the crowds getting louder, the girls getting closer to naked, and the men looking rougher, until we find ourselves at the back of the grounds in the last row of spaces. It's sparsely populated with just a few tents here and there in small groups.
We hear some catcalls and whistles directed toward Karrie, encouraging her to come over and have a beer, so we decide to stop at a campfire and start talking to this group of mostly guys.
The conversation goes on for awhile, and a few beers get consumed. Somehow I start telling these guys how much Karrie likes giving head and how good she is at it. There's a lot of laughter and various comments from the small group about how lucky I am, and how they bet she is, etc. Then finally I hear, "You should make her prove it."
I laugh and reply, "Ok, but it'll cost you", thinking that they're probably joking.
The group of about seven or eight guys and a couple girls laughs even louder and starts throwing money at me, mostly $50's and even some $100's.
Taking another look around the crowd, I decide to go for it and start our week off right. Calling Karrie over to me, I whisper in her ear. She begins walking around picking up the thrown cash, causing the small crowd to quiet down as they wonder if what they think is about to happen is actually going to happen.
When the last bill is picked up, Karrie comes back to me and hands over the stack of cash. Thumbing through it, I count up the money. The total is almost a surprise, nearly a thousand dollars.
I stuff the money in my pocket and turn back to Karrie. Unraveling the leash I hook it to her collar and look her in the eye, giving her a last chance to tell me she doesn't want to go through with this. She catches my look and winks at me, flashing the faintest glimpse of that mischievous smile I saw before.
Offering the loop of the leash to the crowd I say, "Well? Who's first?"
Everyone in the group looks to the same guy, a short burly man with a small beer belly, thick muscular arms and a full black beard. He's dressed in jeans, a black t shirt and a denim vest with the name Mick embroidered over the top left pocket. He looks to be in his early 30's and it's obvious he the leader of this little group.
Mick steps up to me and without Karrie seeing, gives me a wink to let me know he knows this is a game for us. Then, after making sure Karrie will see, he hands me a wad of wrinkled bills and says, "Whatever I want?"
