[Hammarling]

Over that next month Jake gave out pretty regular tasks. He made sure she had at least a little thing to do or try every couple of days, and one larger task once a week which was usually bondage related. Live sessions were tougher to fit in, Naomie's class schedule was getting fuller and Jakes job was getting busier. But they both kept putting in the effort to try and make things work.

Winter was descending hard on Canada, forcing people inside more and more of the time. This too started cutting into their play time, as Naomie's flat mates were around at home more and more often. However, an opportunity was present that neither could pass up. Thanksgiving! The holiday would be perfect! Naomie was going to be heading home for a few days. On the face of it not a great chance, swapping friends for family. But Naomie wasn't going to be staying at home, her parents had given away the spare rooms to other family and booked Naomie into a motel a few blocks away.

What would make this weekend so good? Jake, it seemed, had plenty of plans. For a good chunk of the week before he had her prepping what seemed like a ton of equipment to take along. Like usual Naomie's knowledge wasn't that great and she did not see how some it would work, but at this point she knew it would be effective. But on Thursday morning she was all packed and heading out the door.

Except her underwear was rather unique. As per Jake's instructions she had taken an old too small pair of panties and an old too small bra. From the outside pointing in she pressed through a ton of thumbtacks, and over the outside a layer of tape. The resulting devices looked horrid! All golden shiny and pointy, and too small. Thus all those tiny pricks were constantly pressed into her tits and pussy. Luckily they were not that sharp, so provided Naomie was careful she faced no threat of cuts or stabbings, just a lot of discomfort. Especially as her journey would be on bus for several hours...

Settling into her seat she couldn't get comfortable. But the constant reminder of her submission was in some ways pleasant, knowing that even just sitting on the bus she was serving. And not that Jake had told her to do this, but Naomie had planned a little extra for the ride. She really was falling in love with this bdsm thing! Her seat was tucked away near the back, on what was thankfully a realtively empty bus. Reaching into her bag she pulled out a few bits of string, a sleeping mask and her handcuffs. She strapped her ankles to the seat legs in mere moments, put headphones in her ears, pulled down the sleepingmask and linked the cuffs through the armrest. Basically, Naomie was going to be tied to the seat and unaware of the world until she reached her home town.