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2007-11-07T13:10:00.000-05:00

You crawl into bed beside me, and roll over onto your right side. You always start out that way, even though you usually wind up on your back.

I rest my head on my arm, sliding the other arm around you. I feel you breathing, feel it slow as you drift off to sleep, and nuzzle my nose into your back.

Together we sleep, until the morning light wakes me.

Well, the morning light and an overly full bladder. I kiss you awake, and you smile up at me. "Please, Master, may I go and use the bathroom this morning?"

2007-10-04T06:35:00.000-04:00

You are getting ready to secure me to the bed, when I ask to use the bathroom before being chained for the night.

"Okay, you may go. But leave the door open, and don't be long."

I hurry to the bathroom as quickly as I can crawl. I get up and use the toilet, then wash my hands and face before dropping to my knees again and making my way back to you.

"Thank you, Master." You nod, and smile. I wonder again just what it is that you have planned for the rest of the night.

You handcuff me to the head of the bed, on my back with my right arm over my head. I'll be sleeping facing you tonight.

You position me on the bed, legs spread, left arm straight out from the shoulder. You remind me that I am not to move, no matter what.

Then you start, pulling out the camera and taking photos of me without any marks on this side. You put the camera down, and pick up the cane.

"Let's see how pretty we can make your stripes tonight." You start to swing, then stop. You do it again, and once again you stop before striking me. I'm starting to think you might just be doing this to frighten me, when you start again.

Wap! This time you didn't stop, and as I look down through tears, I can see the welt starting to appear across my tits. Wap! Again, in the same place. I will have welts for a while this time.

Again and again, varying the locations, making distinct stripes, no overlapping blows. You leave me with stripes all up and down from my tits to my thighs. You smile at me, and pick up the camera again.

"Smile for the camera, Slut." I do my best to smile for you, and I think I do a pretty good job, but then you come up to the head of the bed and sit next to me, sans smile.

" Why aren't you smiling, Slut? I thought you wanted to be mine?" "I do, Master. More than anything, I want to be yours."

"Then what is the matter? You aren't smiling very much, and I want smiles in the photos."

"I'm sorry, Master. It just hurts so much. I'll do better, I promise."

You go back to the foot of the bed, and start taking pictures again. I smile as best I can, forcing it a little for the camera.

Finally, you finish taking photos, and are ready to come back to me. You take off your clothes, and approach the head of the bed.

I get the chance to see you again. It makes smiling so much easier - I wish you hadn't been dressed when you were taking the pictures. It would have made me smile just to see you.

You reach down and caress my face. You lean over and kiss me, softly. You feed me your cock, and I suck on it greedily. I love the way you taste. And the way you feel inside my mouth, and my cunt, and my ass. I just love the way you feel, I guess.

You crawl onto the bed next to me, facing the foot of the bed, and I bury my face in your balls and suck you off. You cum into my mouth, tasting like heaven.

You lean over me and kiss the inside of my thigh while I clean you with my tongue.

2007-09-28T21:09:00.000-04:00

So, it is all over now, and I can get back to dreaming about the life I'd love to have. 'Bout damned time.

Stay tuned for the ramblings of a grown woman whose Master is away for a week. Lots to dream about while he's gone.

Oh, and if you're still out there, like the vulture you are, permanent means forever. Eternity.

You may be able to buy a gun at the end of the month, but you will never be allowed to get close enough to me to use it for its intended purpose.

2007-07-28T19:06:00.001-04:00

I will be back in September.

E

2007-07-28T19:06:00.000-04:00

I will be back in September.

E

2006-10-09T16:25:00.000-04:00

I'm sorry that I have been away for so long. And that I have had to remove comments. Someone who shall remain nameless has taken to making stupid remarks here in public that just don't belong here, so no more comments. I miss them, and you. I'll try to get back to writing again soon.

Thanks for sticking by me during this time.

2006-08-08T22:14:00.000-04:00

Soon my ass, thighs and upper back are covered with your marks, and I am as warm as toast. You crawl back in to bed, covering us both and then I notice that you aren't wearing your usual sleeping attire.

"Suck me off, Slut", you command, and I slide down the bed to comply with your wishes. You haven't called me Slut all day, so I'm not sure exactly what you have planned for the remainder of the night, but I'm sure that not only will I find out, you will ensure that before it is over I will have had one of the best orgasms of my life. You always do, you want me to be able to move beyond the pain, to have my feelings for you supercede it, and leave me vulnerable to your charms.

Soon enough, you cum and then I get to clean you off with my tongue and my lips. You then have me crawl up to the head of the bed, where I see that you have brought out the handcuffs.

"Please, not the handcuffs. You know how they frighten me." "Yes, Slut, and that's why I'll be using them tonight."

2006-07-23T16:37:00.000-04:00

You laugh, and say, "The water wasn't THAT cold, was it?" "It was freezing, and you know it!"

"Well, then, we'll just have to make sure you're nice and rosey red all over before we go to sleep, now won't we?"

"That would be nice, because I'm still freezing."

"Not for long, Pet, Not for long." You get out of bed, leaving me shivering from the cold of the shower and the lack of blankets, as you've thrown them to one side when you left.

I feel it before I see it. The crop. Across my breasts and then my belly. You tell me to turn over, and as I do, you get me on the side, and when I'm on my stomach you start on my ass. I think I will be very warm (and very sore) when you finish.

2006-07-10T01:05:00.000-04:00

I get the shampoo and begin with my hair. It is really cold, and I'm thinking it would have been warmer if you had just taken me outside. But finally the smell is out of my hair, and I'm ready to begin on my body.

The soap is well within your reach, but I have to stand on my tiptoes to get it. I move out of the range of the water and lather myself top to bottom before putting back the soap, taking a deep breath and venturing back under the icy flow.

I rinse myself, body and hair, while holding my breath. I step away from the water one more time, to catch my breath, and then I head back for a final rinse.

You hear me shut off the water and enter the room carrying a huge towel. I climb out of the tub and you wrap the towel around me, while reaching up to touch the showerhead - checking to see if I'd changed the water temperature.

You smile, and continue to dry me off with the warm, fluffy towel. I look up at you, and see that you are happy with what I've done, and that makes the cold worthwhile. (but I'm still freezing)

You take me out and sit me down in front of the fireplace while my hair dries, warming the front of my body, while leaving my back and ass chilled. I run a comb through my hair and you sit down beside me, grasp my chin and turn my face to look at you.

"You've done well, Pet. I think we'll leave the rest of your punishment for the morning, and I'll warm the rest of you in bed." You take my hand and as I stand you remove the towel from me (and I turn around to warm my back and bottom while you do so) and then you lead me into the bedroom.

You tuck me in to the corner of the bed next to the wall, so I cannot get out without waking you, and then you lie beside me, wrapping your arms around me and you begin to swat my behind. Gently at first, then with more force. I can feel my ass getting warmer, then hot as you continue to spank me. I'm holding you close to me, and I lift my face up to yours and give you a kiss.

n reach, but I have to stand on my tiptoes to get it. I quickly cover myself in soap, all over, and then after putting the soap back, I take a deep breath and step back under the falling water.

2006-07-02T23:11:00.000-04:00

I keep my eyes closed as I contemplate what is to come. And then I feel it, on the top of my head, running down my face and my back. My hair is soaked, and I'm beginning to notice some liquid on my lips as well as the flow dripping from my face onto my breasts.

Finally you seem to be finished. But then comes the request; "Now clean me up, Slut."

I open my eyes and see you presenting yourself for me to clean. I have only one way of doing so, and thus I open my mouth wider and take you inside. I lick you clean, and then notice that you are responding to my attentions. I smile, knowing that you still find me worthy, and then you pull away, saying "Not just yet. You need to get cleaned up first..." and then the shower came on. Cold. Icy cold after the heat from your piss on my head and body.

"Clean yourself up and then come to me in the living room. I'll want to shower later, and I will know if you have used any of the hot water. I want to warm your hide in my own way this evening."

2006-06-17T23:09:00.000-04:00

You clip the leash to my collar and lead me to the bathroom. I sit on the toilet, hoping you'll go out and close the door, or at least wait outside, even if the door has to remain open. Not this time. So I close my eyes, hoping for some iota of privacy, even if it is only in my mind.

"Open your eyes and look at me, Pet." "Yes, Sir." "Perhaps I should turn on the water for you." You turn away to reach the sink and my muscles finally relax enough for my bladder to begin to empty. "Ah, so it was just that you're shy? Well, you will learn not to be before we leave here, Pet. You'll be delighted to have the chance to piss with only your Master watching you."

You hand me some tissue and I manage to clean myself up as you watch with that disconcerting smile on your face. Obviously I've forgotten something, and you are just about ready to remind me.

"By the way, did you forget that I told you your punishment wasn't finished this afternoon?" I nod in agreement, as I have forgotten. From the look in your eyes, I am very sorry already that I forgot, because now the punishment will be at least twice as difficult to take, and judging by the fact that you are now taking off your clothing and directing me into the shower, it could be more than I have ever had to endure.

"On your knees, little one. This won't take too long. Unlike you, I don't have a shy bladder. But you might want to close your eyes anyway. It might burn." "Yes, Sir", I stammer as I close my eyes as tightly as I can.

"Oh, and leave your mouth open. I may or may not want to use it."

2006-06-05T19:48:00.000-04:00

"But..." "On your knees, like a good girl. I don't want to have to begin the vacation with a punishment."

I drop to my knees and you look at me and I can see a change in your eyes. "You're naked." I nod my head yes, and you put down the leash you had grabbed to take me out.

"You can't go out that way. Is it urgent?" Again I nod my head yes, it is urgent. And getting more so as we speak.

"Very well. This time I will take you to the bathroom and you can use the toilet. But in the future you will put on your coat before you come to me so that you can be walked outside like a good pet. I expect to need to do so several times a day... I remember that you need to go first thing in the morning. You'll need to awaken me with a smile on my face or you will have to be able to wait until I have finished my morning routine."

2006-06-02T23:13:00.000-04:00

I return with your cold drink and as I hand it to you I make a request to be allowed to use the bathroom. It has been a long afternoon, and the nap didn't help.

"Oh, yes! Of course. I should have thought of that right away. You'll need to be walked at least a couple of times this evening."

"Walked?" "Well, you are my pet, and I don't see any litter pans in here, so yes, you'll be walked when you need to go."

2006-05-30T19:14:00.000-04:00

We sit on the sofa, and it is surprisingly comfortable... it feels almost as though I've been here before. Perhaps it is the atmosphere, the fire roaring in the fireplace, your arm around me, my tendency to drift off to sleep when you hold me.

In fact, that is exactly what I do, and this time even I know it. When I wake up, I look into your eyes and see the amusement there - you knew exactly what was going to happen when you invited me to sit with you.

"Now, Pet, I believe it is time for you to aquaint yourself with the kitchen, and to find your Master something to drink." "Yes, Master. I'm sorry I fell asleep."

"Don't be. I enjoy seeing you relax in my arms that way. It lets me know that after everything is said and done, you trust me more than anyone else. And I like knowing that you feel that way about me."

I stand and you slap me on the ass and send me on my way. When I get to the kitchen door I turn and ask, "Hot or cold?" You just smile and say, "Surprise me."

2006-05-28T19:59:00.000-04:00

I unbutton my blouse and remove it along with my bra. I step out of my skirt, folding it and placing it with my other clothes. I stand there, in my stockings and heels, waiting for your approval.

"Very good, Pet. I think we will be sleeping together tonight." "Thank you, Master. You know that I love sleeping next to you." "Yes, I do. And I find that it is a good way to reward you when you've done particularly well, as you have today, for the most part."

"Is there anything you need, Master? I can get you some coffee, or something else..."

"Not just now. Let's sit and enjoy the fire for a while first, then I am certain I'll find some way for you to amuse me."

2006-05-20T20:39:00.000-04:00

You pull the truck up to the end of the drive, and we stop. You get out of the truck and walk around to my side of the vehicle. It is time. We've arrived.

You open the door and help me down from the truck. "Well, Pet, what do you think?" "I think it is certainly private, and will be a wonderful place to spend our time, Master."

"Good answer."

I have to admit that I'm a bit nervous about what I'm going to find in there, so I start hanging back as you head toward the door. You notice, and reach for my hand. I've always said that I can do anything if only you'll hold my hand, so I gather my courage and follow you into the cabin.

It looks just like you would expect it to look. There is a beautiful fireplace, some soft lighting, a sofa facing the fire.

You take me on a tour of the place and I note that there really is only one bedroom, but that the kitchen seems to have everything we will need for several days. You lead me once again to the bedroom, and point out the dog crate on the floor.

"This is where you will be sleeping should you displease me, Pet. I don't believe either of us wants that, so we must both be careful to make our communications clear, mustn't we?"

"Yes, Master. I will try to make sure that you always know exactly what it is that I mean." "And I will do the same with you. Now, then, isn't it time for you to dress the way you do when we are alone together?"

2006-05-13T23:17:00.000-04:00

What can I say in response to that? "Well, Master, perhaps a little foolishness, I hope."

"You know the risk you take if you displease me with your foolishness, Pet. And I don't expect that you want to be kept from the comfort of the bed because you just had to talk back once too often."

I can see where we are headed now, a cabin with a large porch, curtains on the windows and judging by the smoke rising from the chimney, a fire already in place. "Who laid the fire, Master?" "I have someone who comes in once in a while. She won't be here again until we are gone, so you will be in charge of making sure the place stays livable for at least several days. Can you do that for your Master?"

Oh, boy. You know I'm the world's worst housekeeper. But if it will make you happy... "I will do my very best, Master." "I know you will, because if you don't, well, I still own that belt."

2006-05-08T22:59:00.000-04:00

"Thank you, Master. That would be very generous of you."

"Okay, let's get you into your seat and be on our way. This stop has taken more time than I had anticipated, and I'm counting on reaching our next destination before dark."

You take me around to the passenger side of the truck, and, as I am climbing up into the seat, you lift my skirt up around my waist. "The rough seat will allow you to remember what you have coming later this evening, my Pet. I wouldn't want you to think you were getting off this easy, and lose respect for my position in your life."

"Never, Master. I will always belong to you."

You hop back into the driver's seat and we're on our way, still heading into territory I'm unfamiliar with, so I am soon completely turned around, and no longer even know in which direction we're heading. I look at you, and you are grinning. You have always liked it when I was completely dependent on you for certain things, and you love the fact that I am completely in your power. I, on the other hand, love being yours, but am uncertain about the whole not knowing where we're headed thing. But I trust you, and I know you will never harm me in any way that can be avoided.

The sun begins to set, and I can see that we have turned West. I notice several driveways in a row, and you turn into the seventh. You look at me, and very quietly say, "Well, my Pet, we have arrived. Time for the rest of the world to go away for a while, and for you to be wholly mine. No distractions, no interruptions, no foolishness."

2006-05-06T01:02:00.000-04:00

You settle into the driver's seat and I reach across you to grab the console. I put one foot up onto the floor of the truck, and bend myself across your lap.

You lift my skirt, baring my ass, and raise your hand to begin my punishment. I lie there and wonder if I'll be able to sit comfortably on the remainder of the journey, or if I'll be squirming like I did on our last trip together. I don't know which I'm really hoping for, either.

You begin to spank, and to count. One, two, three, four... ten, eleven twelve. My ass is on fire, and I'm no longer able to contain the tears. They run down my face, and onto the hand you have holding my chin up off the console.

"Well, Pet. It looks as though you may have had enough for now. Shall we continue this later?"

2006-04-30T21:51:00.000-04:00

As we approach the truck, I notice that you have parked just within the view of anyone who might be looking out the window in our direction.

Rather than opening my door for me, you bring me around to the driver's side of the truck and unlock the door. "After I get in, you will arrange yourself to receive your punishment."

2006-04-26T23:02:00.000-04:00

Eventually the waiter brings us the bill, and you whip out a credit card which he takes up to the cashier.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" "It will be all right. I don't plan on coming back here again."

You leave a huge tip, and after your card is returned, you sign the bill and send me off to use the ladies room before we get on the road again. I stay in there long enough for my face to stop being red, and a woman comes in and tells me that there is someone waiting who wants to know if I am all right.

I leave then, half expecting you to be waiting outside the door. But you're near the entrance, looking my way, and as I approach you remind me that I have some punishment coming, and that keeping you waiting only adds to the punishment to come.

You put your arm around me as we go through the door, and you take my hand and twist my arm behind my back as we walk through the parking lot. Not enough that it hurts, just enough that I know you could make it hurt with very little effort.

I'm beginning to worry about that punishment to come, and to regret having left my shoe where the waiter had to retrieve it for me.

2006-04-20T20:43:00.000-04:00

"Oops," I say as I settle into my seat. "What's wrong?" "I seem to have lost a shoe under the table."

The waiter sighs (loudly) and crouches down to find my shoe. He replaces it on my foot and says, "Do me a favor. If you ever decide to come back here, come at dinner time. Then you'll be somebody else's problem."

You agree that this might be best, and the waiter leaves us to finish our dessert.

"That was a very naughty thing you did just now." "What? Losing my shoe?" "That too, although I had something else in mind."

"Well, then I guess you'll just have to punish me, won't you?"

2006-04-16T00:19:00.000-04:00

The waiter goes to attend to another table, as I attend to your needs. I take you all the way into my mouth, licking and sucking as I move my head to fuck you with my mouth. I can feel that you are on the verge, when there comes an interruption.

"Um, Sir?" "Yes?" "You might want to watch your facial expressions - the elderly couple at the table over there is certain there are two pairs of shoes under your table, and they are distressed by the thought that you might be getting a little something extra with your lunch. You might want to figure out exactly how she's going to get back into her seat without alerting the entire place to your activities."

As I watch his feet move away from the table, your cock still in my mouth, you whisper to me that he knows (as if I hadn't figured that out!) and that we will need to wrap things up quickly. I add a hand, masturbating you while I suck you off, and very soon you seem to be on the verge once more. I'm just about to take a break and relax my jaw when you start to cum.

I make certain that none of your cum drips on the floor or onto your pants, and you prepare to receive the dessert you've ordered. You request that the waiter stand beside you as I move quickly back up into my seat.

2006-04-12T23:02:00.000-04:00

You smie and remind me that I need to drink more of my tea in order for the ladies room excuse to appear valid. I gulp down about half the glass, whisper in your ear that I will need to use the facilities before we leave, and slip quietly back under the table.

I've been stroking your cock all through dinner, and as I crawl between your legs I can see that the very idea of this has made you as hard as I've ever seen. I reach out with just the tip of my tongue and lick the head of your cock very softly. I then take my hair and wrap it in the hand that is stroking you so that I am jerking you off with my hair while I lick you softly, then more seriously, under the table.

I take the head of your cock into my mouth, and I feel you start to quiver. This is as interesting to you as it is to me... we're both enjoying this dinner.

The waiter comes over to refill my tea, and asks you if we will require any dessert. "Yes, I think we will share this cake that requires a twenty minute notice. That way she'll have the chance to finish what she's doing before the dessert arrives."

The waiter nods and walks away, and as I watch his retreating steps from under the table I think to myself that this doesn't look as though it will take twenty minutes. In fact, when I let go of you and take your cock all the way into my mouth, I can feel you start to quiver. You're as excited as I am. I love the way you taste, and the combination of you, the iced tea and the risotto is almost more than I can take.

I contemplate using my other hand to masturbate while I'm sucking you off, but you have said I'm not to have that sort of relief just yet, so I just hang on to your leg and keep licking your cock as though it was an ice cream cone that I didn't want to melt in my hand.

2006-04-07T01:45:00.000-04:00

I peek out from under the tablecloth as I prepare to retake my seat, napkin safely in hand, when I see that the waiter has arrived to refill Master's coffee. I hurridly climb back into my seat and wave my napkin like a victory flag. "I got it!"

"I'm glad you were able to find it. It looked for a while as though you were going to have to finish your lunch without it. And that would mean no dessert."

Well, that is the last thing I want at this point, so I make an obvious effort to hang on to the napkin as I finish my rice. I take a sip of tea, indicating that I am done with my entree, and the waiter sweeps the plate from in front of me.

"So?" "What is it you want, Pet? Another chance to slip away under the table? A chance to curl up at your Master's feet, perhaps? Or something else entirely?"

"I'd like the chance to help you finish before we get back on the road."

2006-04-05T23:51:00.000-04:00

I see the twinkle creep into your eyes, and I know you mean more than your lasagne. So I try very hard to keep eating while I explore inside your pants with the fingers of my other hand. It feels a little bit like a game now... how far can I go before you stop me?

How far can I go before you can't stop, no matter what you say to me?

Then I feel your fingers close around my wrist. You've caught me at my game, and are taking control of how far I can push before I finish my lunch. I smile up at you, and you grin, knowing that even though the game was fun, having you take charge is far more important to me.

I've almost finished my risotto when I actually do drop my napkin. I request and receive permission to retrieve it from under the table, and while I'm under there I take a chance and reach out with my tongue to flick the head of your cock. Once, twice... and then the fingers close tighter around my wrist and I know it isn't time just yet.

2006-04-03T14:52:00.000-04:00

The risoto is wonderful, and as I begin eating I find that I do have a bit of an appetite, but I'm still distracted by what's going on under the table. I lose track of what I'm doing and wind up dropping some of the rice from my fork onto the tablecloth. You give me that look, and I hurridly clean up my mess and promise myself that I'll keep at least half my brain working on the meal while the rest of it is enjoying fondling you under the tablecloth.

I can feel that you've reached the apex of your erection, and I begin stroking you with my right hand as I try (and believe me it is difficult) not to spill anything with my left. I look you in the eye, asking permission without speaking, and your response disappoints me once again.

"You aren't eating. We can't get anything else accomplished until you have finished your meal. And you'd better hurry up, because it won't do for me to finish first."

2006-03-31T19:08:00.000-05:00

I try to hand you the napkin from underneath the table, but you take my hand and pull me up next to you at the table. "Just hold me. Our lunch will be here soon. I hope you can eat well with your left hand."

"I don't have much of an appetite. I would rather be doing other things." "I ordered you a decent meal and you will eat it, do you understand me?" "Yes, Master, I understand. I will eat my lunch and hold and caress you under the tablecloth."

The waiter comes by with out drinks, and you've ordered me iced tea. And coffee for yourslf. I wonder why the difference, until you lean over and whisper "I may just give you what you want for dessert. And I don't like the idea of scalding coffee sharing your mouth with me."

We sit there and chat while I hold you, your skin so soft, your flesh hardening under my touch. I'm finding it very difficult not to deliberately drop my napkin under the table. In fact, I'm just about to do so when our orders arrive.

Lasagne for you and a lovely mushroom risoto for me. You think of everything, including ordering me something easily eaten with one hand. I take a drink of my tea, and we both begin to eat.

2006-03-31T18:31:00.000-05:00

I peek around the corner and see the icicles in your eyes. As I step out into the dining room, I stumble and catch myself. The frown on your face turns into a bit of a smirk, as you always like it when I'm just a little bit off balance.

I smile tentatively at you as I slide into the booth and make my way around to the place that has been set for me.

"Closer." I keep sliding, moving my coat from between us to the other side of the booth. You wrap your arm around me and pull me close, hugging me to your chest. You whisper in my ear "I've dropped my napkin, Pet. Can you retrieve it for your Master?"

I slip down beneath the tablecloth and grab your napkin, and when I look toward you to return to my seat, I see that your jeans are unzipped, and your cock is waiting for me.

2006-03-30T15:22:00.000-05:00

As I turn the corner to go to the Ladies Room, I look back and see you pointing in my direction, and the waiter following me with his eyes.

I use the facilities and wash both my hands and my face, because I don't know when I'll see an indoor restroom again. While I'm running a comb through my hair, a woman comes in and says, "I've been asked to let you know that you have been gone long enough."

I thank her, and quickly put away my comb and head for the door. She calls after me from inside the stall, "He doesn't look like he tolerates being kept waiting well." "He doesn't. And I'm sure I'll hear about it when I get back to the table."

2006-03-28T20:01:00.000-05:00

You hold my coat for me because it is still chilly, and as I slip my arms into the sleeves you whisper in my ear what will happen next.

"When we get inside, you will wait for a table while I use the men's room. You will not order anything until I return at which time you will excuse yourself and I will do the ordering."

"Yes, Master. I will wait for the table, and then for you. Should I order coffee at least?"

"I said to order nothing. They will bring you water and you may drink it if you are thirsty, but I will decide everything else this afternoon."

"Of course, Sir." "Good. I'm glad you understand. Now let's go inside."

You take my hand as we walk toward and then through the door. You leave your name at the desk, and excuse yourself, leaving me alone to wait for our table. You have requested a booth, and I am unsure why, but I'm not about to ask at this point. I take a look around, and see that this is a place that still uses tablecloths and cloth napkins. It is kind of a combination of a diner and an Italian restaurant, or so it appears.

The hostess leads me to a booth and I take off my coat and sit down to wait for you. The waiter comes by with water just as you return.

"May I be excused?" "Yes, you may. Don't be too long, though."

2006-03-26T01:04:00.000-05:00

You pull into the parking lot, look over at me and say, "I suppose you had better put something else on, shouldn't you? Pity."

You have me wiggle into my skirt, bra and blouse there in the front seat of the truck, hidden from the view of the diners only by the lacy curtains hanging in the windows of the restaurant.

"You're getting pretty good at that, aren't you? I think next time I'll have to make it a little more difficult - perhaps a blouse that buttons down the back, or a dress..."

"I think this is hard enough, Master. I do have to reach around behind my back to put on the bra, and you've seen me struggling to get the sleeves of this blouse to go back on."

"True enough, I suppose, but I still like the idea of making it just a bit more difficult to accomplish. Perhaps if we were parked facing the windows that would give you something more to think about, and would make it harder for you to concentrate on getting those things on correctly. I'd love to see you walk out with one or more things on inside out... I think that would be very amusing."

I finish dressing, and you get out and come around to my door. You open my door and help me out of the truck, putting your arms around my waist as you do so. You slide your hands inside the waistband of my skirt, and start tucking in my blouse right there beside the truck. You turn me around and as you are tucking in the front of my blouse you slide your hands lower, and lower.

You begin teasing me, touching, rubbing, pinching in all the right places. "Please, Master. Please let me cum this time."

"Not yet, Pet. Perhaps later, in the restaurant."

2006-03-24T19:06:00.000-05:00

You down about half your coffee and we head out for parts unknown, at least to me. We go on for a while, with you pointing out places of interest and areas where you're known.

Eventually we come to a little restaurant, one you haven't mentioned in your stories of vacationing in the area.

"I've been here before, but they don't know me, so we should be all right stopping here for lunch."

2006-03-17T23:51:00.000-05:00

I reach up and quickly give you a peck on the cheek. You don't often allow this, but evidently you're feeling generous this morning as you reach inside my coat and pinch my right nipple.

I throw my arms around your neck and try to reach your mouth, but you turn away, saying that you aren't ready for me to have my satisfaction just yet. You aren't planning to keep me in torment during the entire trip, or so you say, but you are enjoying watching me squirm as you push all the right buttons.

2006-03-17T21:40:00.000-05:00

"You were watching?" "Of course. How else could I have known that you resisted the cage? That was your biggest mistake, you know."

"But you've never made me sleep locked up. What if something happened? What would I have done?"

"You would have trusted that I would never put you in a situation where you were in any real danger. That was your second largest mistake."

You put your arm around me and give me a hug. "Nobody got a blue last night. Each of you rebelled in her own way. Even blondie's pet got a red. And she nearly didn't finish at all. She was furious when he was beating you."

"But I make a cute table? Is that something you'd like me to do for you? You have never really had me act as furniture, but if you would like..." "Perhaps one day, but not on this trip. This trip is about pleasing me, and I find it more pleasing to have you in my bed than on the floor acting as furniture or in a cage."

2006-03-12T19:43:00.000-05:00

You put both me and my bag into the truck, strapping me in with the seat belt without saying a single word. You walk slowly around to the other side of the truck and get into the driver's seat, start the truck and pull out of the driveway onto the road.

We go about five miles before stopping at a gas station, and still you haven't spoken. I'm wearing just the stockings, heels and coat I had on when we entered the house and my hands are trapped under the seatbelt, and I'm just too nervous to start the conversation, so I just sit there and wait while you put gas in the truck and go to the men's room.

On your way back, you stop to pick up some coffee - two cups. At least I haven't angered you to the point where you don't want me to be comfortable. But boy is it getting hard not to ask you why you aren't talking to me. On the other hand, I'm not really sure I want to know.

You put one of the cups on the hood of the truck and open the door. You grab the other cup and place it in the holder closest to me. "Yours has cream," you declare. "Thank you, Master," I reply as you close the door and settle into your seat.

You pull the truck around to the side of the building and park where we can't be seen by anyone driving by on the road. "I'm not supposed to tell you what happened last night, so I just kept my mouth shut until I could get you someplace where nobody was likely to overhear us."

"I disappointed you, didn't I?" "Disappointed? No, I wouldn't say that. You did make a couple of mistakes, but so did everyone else. And that beating you took... I couldn't have stood that without crying out. I don't know how you did it. I understand why, but I will never figure out how you kept from asking him to stop."

"And you make a very attractive table."

2006-03-10T11:36:00.000-05:00

I must have fallen asleep, because the room is suddenly full of light, and the door to the cage has been opened. I crawl out of the cage and, wrapped in the blanket, make my way to the door of the room.

There is a breakfast tray outside with a note. I bring the tray inside and place it on the table and then I read the note. It says I am to finish my breakfast and then find my way back to the bathroom I originally used to get ready. Evidently further instructions will await me there.

I'll eat in a minute, but first I really have to pee. I go to the bathroom in the suite and relieve my poor overfilled bladder, wash my hands and face, and return to sit down at the table and eat like a human being. Tea and toast, with a poached egg. Not too bad, considering whoever was doing the cooking probably had no idea what anyone would like.

I finish my breakfast, wipe my mouth on the linen napkin and, following instructions, leave the tray on the table. I open the door, leaving the blanket inside the room, and proceeded to attempt to find that bathroom.

The house is a maze, but I know that I'll be all right if I can find the front door. I go down one flight of stairs, thinking that we only came up one during the night, but evidently we came another way, because there are only bedrooms on this level, and it is at least one story above ground. So I try again, going back up the stairs and looking for another stairway. I finally find it, all the way at the back of the house, and use it to get to the first floor, outside the room we were in last evening.

I retrace my steps through the rooms (and they all look much different during the day than they had last night) until I come to the hallway inside the front door. Now I know where I'm going and I march directly to the bathroom door and throw it open.

The first thing I see is you, and I walk straight into your arms. I bury my face in your chest and you hold me tightly for just a moment. Then it is all business as I brush my teeth and get my toiletries packed for what sounds like an immediate departure.

You hold my hand as I pick up my bag, and you smile down at me. I see something in your hand, and you place it around my neck - a red ribbon. Second place. I look up at you and you let me know that you'll tell me all about it in the truck, so I get dressed quickly and we leave the house.

2006-03-03T01:18:00.000-05:00

We reach his room and he lets me know what will be expected as my first task. There is a tea set on one of the side tables, and I am to be the table from which he eats. Hands and knees, tryin to keep my back straight so the tea doesn't spill and smelling the crumpets and lemon curd while trying to keep my stomach from growling. He takes his time, sipping his tea slowly and enjoying the entertainment on the closed circuit television while having his evening snack.

When he finally finishes and puts the plates and cups onto the other table, he begins to use me as a footstool. He continues to watch the goings on for a while, then yawns and says "Good night."

I don't know where I am supposed to sleep, so I ask if I am to sleep with him. "No, you'll sleep on the floor where pets belong." I ask for a blanket and he gestures to the open cage saying "there's one in there, just crawl in and get it."

I don't want any part of that cage, so I lie down and try to get some rest without a pillow or a blanket, but it is just too cold. I'm forced to go and retrieve the blanket if I want to be able to get any rest tonight.

I start in to the cage, and the blanket is all the way at the other end, so I have to be all the way inside before I can reach it to drag it back out. I try to do so, and find that the door has been closed and locked behind me. I am trapped, and it appears that I will be spending the night huddled in this blanket within a cage. I don't like this a bit. But I see no way out that won't create peoblems for you, so I simply sit there wrapped in the blanket and try to get some rest, hoping that when morning comes I will be released.

2006-03-03T00:26:00.000-05:00

Finally one I feel confident of doing correctly. I know what you are wearing, and I know what your socks and shoes feel like, so if I just stay where I am you'll eventually come to me and I'll let you know who I am even if it means hanging on to your leg for dear life.

What I don't know is that you and the rest of the men have changed into robes and slippers, all of which are identical. So I have no real way of distinguishing you from where I sit, and standing is against the rules. Right now all I can hope for is that you recognise me before someone else decides that I belong to him.

There is someone standing in front of me, and I know it isn't you... too short and too wide. I keep shaking my head "no" but he has grasped my collar (believe me I'm trying to pull away from him) and appears to be about to claim me. I bounce my head on his shin in order to try to convince him that this isn't something he wants to do, but he seems to like the fact that I am fighting him. And I'm getting scared.

I don't know where you are, but I can smell you. You have to be close. I reach out and touch a familiar ankle. I pull on the robe, and you reach down with your hand only to have the wide man push it away and say "She belongs to me tonight." I grab your robe and refuse to let go until the blond man takes my hands and ties them behind my back so that I can no longer prevent you from choosing.

Again you reach out to me, stroking my hair and I'm sure you know who I am, but the blond man says that time is up and that you will be keeping whichever pet you're closest to when the lights come up. I feel you trying to crowd the wide man away from me, but when the lights come on you're still by my side and he is still almost directly in front of me.

"I'm sorry it took me so long to reach you, Pet. But I am confident he won't harm you in any way this evening." I don't know if that is a reassurance to me or a warning to the wide man, but it seems to be working as the latter because the wide man suddenly claims to have been mistaken in his choice.

"Too late," says the blond. "The decisions have been made, and your rooms have been furnished in the manner of your choosing."

He leads me out of the room and into an elevator before allowing me to speak. "Why did you choose me? I did everything I could to let you know that I wasn't yours."

" Because I wanted to see why he's so proud of you... what is it about you that makes him think he can win this with you by his side?"

"I wouldn't know, except that if loyalty is what is being judged then I should win hands down. I will bet that none of the other women are as loyal to their masters as I am to mine."

"We shall see, pet. We shall see."

2006-03-01T16:19:00.000-05:00

He isn't getting the reaction he expected. The men are talking among themselves, and, lead by you, politely request a different sort of test, one that tests the loyalty and the will of the pet rather than merely her athletic abilities.

"Well, then. It that is what you all want..." And to a man, you shake your heads "yes".

"Then it is time to move on to something far more difficult. We shall see how well your animals know their masters. Follow me."

He leads us into a room that has no windows and is barely lighted. He directs the women to one side of the room and the men to the other before extinguishing the only light.

"Now find one another, without speaking. You have three minutes, and whoever you end up with is yours for the night."

2006-02-28T23:06:00.000-05:00

The blond man has nothing to say, so he simply ignores the question and returns to his seat. "Shall we continue?"

You ask if I am okay to go on, and I nod my head. Yes, I'll go on. If only to reassure myself that I can.

The girl who had stood up for me rearranges herself on the floor, and I feel kind of sorry for her because she looks frightened. She really put herself out there for me, and I'm hoping that she doesn't pay too dearly for having done so.

"Well, now. It is time for our guests to show just how well they've got their slaves trained. Let's see how they do on the leash."

At least it is something I'm familiar with. I can do this, if it is as straightforward as it sounds. I look up at you and you are frowning. That doesn't bode well for me. You attach my leash to my collar and tell me softly "all fours."

You lead me to the center of the room and we are soon joined by the other guests and their pets. Right now I'm just pleased that I'm able to move under my own power, much less do anything else, but I'll give it my all for you.

The blond man leads us all into another room which is filled with obstacles. It looks a lot like one of those performance arenas for dogs, with things to climb over and under, one of those boards that changes position like a teeter-totter when you get about halfway along it, and a couple of other things I don't really like the loods of.

"We will go first and show you how it is supposed to be done. Then each of you will have the opportunity to show us what you can do.

2006-02-26T22:48:00.000-05:00

You begin stroking my hair as I rest my head on your thigh. There is some conversation going on among the men but all I am paying attention to is your hand touching me.

Thediscussion begins to take some of your attention as you take your hand from my hair and begin gesturing as you speak. "I told you of her level of experience. There was (or should have been) no surprise here. She is mine, and has never had another master."

The woman sitting at the empty chair stands and faces the blond man. He orders her to return to her sitting position, and she says, "You weren't testing her. You had no intention of stopping when she had taken enough or you would have stopped after two minutes of that intense caning. You just wanted to hurt her. And I think we would all like to know why."

2006-02-25T21:17:00.000-05:00

I try to stand, but my knees still won't hold me. So I half-crawl, half-drag myself across the floor to your side. Because you know me better than anyone else, you immediately grab my lower lip and look inside my mouth, which is raw and bloody from the biting.

"Why?" you demand. "What on earth were you thinking, that you didn't tell him to stop before this happened? Tell me."

"You said not to make a sound," I whisper. "So I didn't. I was just doing what you said to do."

Someone brings a damp cloth for me to use to stop the bleeding inside my mouth as you ask the blond man, "Why didn't you stop when it became obvious that she wasn't going to cry out? How far would you have taken this if I hadn't stopped you when I did?"

"Until she did," comes the reply as he remains next to the wall as though waiting for his next victim. "Until she did."

2006-02-25T20:53:00.000-05:00

It seems to go on forever, even though a part of my brain knows that it has only been a few minutes. I'm biting the inside of my lip now, because it is getting more and more difficult to keep silent.

Every time he removes the cane from my skin, I think that surely this has to be it. It has to be over now, it can't possibly go on any longer. But then the cane makes contact again and my hopes are dashed.

Over and over, he lays the stripes on my ass and thighs. These are marks I'll be wearing for a long time. And I hate them. And I hate him for wanting to hurt me this way.

Finally, after what feels like an hour and has probably in reality been five or six minutes, you tell him to stop.

"I think that's enough. She's taken more than anyone else, and hasn't made a sound. Let her down now."

Someone unfastens my wrists and ankles and I try to stand and back away from the wall. But my knees won't hold me, and I crumble onto the floor in a heap. One of the other women tries to come to me, but she is stopped short by the man she's sitting beside.

"Come here, Pet. Come back to me."

2006-02-24T00:40:00.000-05:00

Your friend (at least I hope he's your friend) touches my back again, leading me to believe he's just waiting for me to flinch. I wait, silent, as he runs the crop up and down my back. He's not lifting it to use it, he is just getting me worked up by keeping it in contact with my skin and giving me no idea just when things are going to change.

Suddenly I realise that the background noise has disappeared. Something is about to happen.

This time when the crop reaches my ass, rather than simply starting back up, the blond man lifts it and brings it back down gently onto my skin. Now I'm really becoming frightened. If he is taking this long just to make me uncomfortable, what will he do to me when he really gets started? Just what am I letting myself in for?

I know that these are exactly the thoughts he intends to bring to my mind, and damn it, it is working. One more trip up and down my back, this time on the opposite side. He ends this one with a slightly more painful stroke on my ass. Either he intends to work his way up to something, or he just wants me to relax before he gets started.

Whack! I didn't even feel the crop leave my shoulder before it landed on my ass. Hard. Harder than I've felt it before. I let go of the bindings and wind up putting more of my weight on my wrists than is comfortable. Whack! Again and again he lays down a row of parallel stripes on my ass and my upper thighs. I grab the bindings again, and try to maintain my silence, although the tears have already started running down my cheeks.

2006-02-24T00:19:00.000-05:00

"You were all watching?" "Of course. We wanted to see how you would react, and if you would remember my warning about using the toilet."

From across the room a blond man gets out of his chair and tells me to come to him. I look up at you, and you nod.

I cross the room, and the man takes me to a wall which has been outfitted with restraints. He binds my hands above my head, and my ankles with my legs spread and with my toes barely touching the floor. I have to strain to keep my weight off my wrists. I grab the restraints with my hands to help keep my wrists from becoming too sore, and the blond man walks up and touches my back with what feels like something leather.

I have no idea exactly what is about to happen, but whatever it is, I know I have to be able to remain in control, in order to hear any instructions you give. But I have to admit that I'm getting scared.

"Try to relax," you whisper into my ear, "It will hurt less." "Will it be you?" "No, not this time. But he knows what he's doing, and he won't cause any permanent damage."

And this is supposed to be making me feel better? No permanent damage?

2006-02-22T22:53:00.000-05:00

The girl leads me to a bathroom which is filled with everything I could possibly need. In fact, the items look very familiar.

"Oh, you've brought my bag!" "Yes. We think you will be most comfortable using your own things."

"Thank you. That is very thoughtful."

She doesn't say anything, but I think I may have gotten a few brownie points for not making a big deal about someone going through my things.

"I'll give you fifteen minutes. If you find that you need something that isn't here, just ask. I will be right outside the door."

I thank her once again and begin looking through my things for my toothbrush and toothpaste. I've found my brush, and the nail polish so I can do a bit of a touch-up before going back out, but my toothbrush seems to be eluding me. I decide that I'll look again after going to the bathroom - I remember your warning and want my bladder to be as empty as possible when the evening begins.

Eventually I find what I am looking for, and manage to "freshen up" with a couple of minutes to spare. I knock on the door, and the girl lets me out and takes my leash once again.

I'm lead through a door into a room where I see you sitting in a comfortable-looking chair. A quick glance around proves to be informative, for although each man has a wooden chair next to him, all the women are seated on the floor.

My leash is handed to you, and you invite me to sit next to you. I sit on the floor and lean on your leg, resting my cheek on your thigh.

"Good job. You are more observant than some of these men have given you credit for, considering the fact that it took you almost ten minutes to find your toothbrush."

2006-02-18T21:09:00.000-05:00

You park the truck and hop out, coming around to my side to assist me. You take my leash and my hand and I step down onto the gravel. I slip in the driveway, and you catch me. "I don't want you marked before we walk in the door."

You keep your arm around me until we reach the sidewalk. Then you step in front of me, holding the end of my leash as we walk toward the door. I'm getting more and more nervous as the door gets closer. I hear you chuckle - you know I'm becoming a nervous wreck.

We climb the steps to the porch and you step forward and ring the bell. I can't see who opens the door, I can only hear you say, "Please take my pet somewhere so she can freshen up before we begin."

You hand my leash to what turns out to be a very pretty girl who leads me down one hallway as you proceed down another. I really don't want to be separated from you, but it seems I have no choice.

"Excuse me, but can you tell me what is going to be expected of me here?" "Oh, of course. Complete obedience. That's all. It should be easy for someone as well trained as you appear to be. We actually had one girl who refused to be taken away from her Master."

Well, thank goodness I didn't voice my objections. I seem to have passed the first test. I wonder how many remain.

2006-02-17T16:37:00.000-05:00

"This time I'll drive." You take me to the passenger side of the truck and open the door for me. You remove the leash you had replaced when I got to the edge of the clearing, and close the door.

When you climb in on the driver's side, you make certain I'm firmly strapped in the seat belt and that I haven't squirmed enough to bring my skirt down from around my waist, where you lifted it as I got into my seat.

Because of the position we were in, you had to back the truck the entire way down to the highway. "This is why I'm driving." "And I'm delighted that you are. I couldn't do it. I'd be too scared of hitting something or going off the road."

You smile as you manouver us backwards down the road. We finally reach a spot where there is enough room to turn around, and you get us headed downhill. "See - it wasn't that bad."

"Oh, sure. Easy for you to say. You had the steering wheel. I just had to sit here and hope a tree wasn't going to jump out in front of you. Or should I say behind you?"

"I think you should quit while you're ahead."

You get us back onto the highway and tell me that there is a gas station about half an hour down the road where we will stop for gas. "And I'll pick us up something to eat as well. I don't know when dinner will be, or even if you'll be offered any."

Okay, that is starting to sound a little bit scary. This was supposed to be a romantic getaway, and you're talking about it as though there are going to be other people making the decisions. I trust you, but you know I have a hard time with strangers.

We reach the gas station and you tell me to stay put while you put in the gas and grab something quick for us to eat on the road.

"Oh, good. I love turkey. And you remembered what I like to drink, too." "Yes, Pet, no more coffee for you today. You are going to need to be able to control your bladder for what might be an extended period when we get there."

"Get where?" "Where we're going. Now eat your sandwich and try to relax. Everything is going to be fine. You know what you're doing, and you trust me, so you'll do very well."

Oh, boy. This is really sounding like trouble now. "Is it some sort of competition?" "No, not at all. Just a gathering of some friends. You'll know what to do when we arrive."

I finish my sandwich (you've practically inhaled yours) and drink about half of my soda when you take an exit onto a two lane road and start heading uphill again. We are headed into the woods, and I don't see any houses or driveways that might indicate neighbors.

"Oh, by the way, you need to take off your clothes and put your coat back on. Leave just the stockings and heels. And of course, your collar.

I take off my seat belt and wriggle my way out of my winter coat. Then I remove my skirt, pulling it down until I can step out of it. Halfway done, now comes the hard part.

I unbutton my blouse and (sitting in the front seat of a truck) contort myself to get my arms out of the sleeves. Then off comes the bra, and I'm almost ready.

"Where shall I put these?" "Oh, just fold them up and leave them on the seat when we get out of the truck. You'll want them again at some point."

I slide my arms into my coat and get my seat belt fastened just as you turn right, into a driveway that appears to lead to a large, well-lit farmhouse.

2006-02-16T00:43:00.000-05:00

We approach a clearing, and you let me know that we've arrived. "Out there, in the middle where I can really see you."

I start to walk, but you are holding my leash and you bring me back to you. "Not on your feet, Pet. On all fours. You'll be my good Pet and crawl out to where you are allowed to go to the bathroom."

I drop to my knees, and you remove my leash and send me off with a slap on the ass. and a couple of tissues grasped in my hand. I hear you doing something, but at this point all I really care about is getting to the middle of the clearing so I can finally get some relief.

I reach the middle, and start to get into position when you call out to me. "Facing me, Pet. Facing me." So I turn to face you and squat, ready to go.

Then I see the camera. That's what you have been messing around with while I crawled out here. So this is to be taped. Boy, that doesn't make my bladder any less shy. In fact, I'm finding it difficult to get started.

I apply pressure with my muscles onto my bladder, just to get things going. First just a drop or two, then a trickle, then, as I relax, a steady flow. I haven't gone this much in quite a while. Must be all the coffee I've been drinking.

I can see that you are still using the camera as I wipe myself with the tissues and prepare to crawl back to you. You squat down to get the full picture - me on my hands and knees in the snow, leaving the spot I've used for a bathroom.

I reach you and you stand and assist me in standing. "Good Pet" you say, and then you reward me with a kiss. "Now we'll head back to the truck and be on our way."

2006-02-13T20:58:00.000-05:00

I sigh with relief, certain that my wait is almost over. You hear me, and turn my way until I see it. The half-smile. The one that says you're thinking and while you love me, you're just not sure how far to push.

My heart sinks as I realize that my troubles are just beginning. You have something in the back of your mind, and you'll not be satisfied until you see just how far I can go.

You climb out of the truck with my leash in your hand, walk around to my side and, after opening the door, snap the leash to my collar and help me down from the truck.

"Come along, Pet. We have quite a way to go." "Yes, Master."

And while I'm saying yes, Master, I am really thinking "oh my lord - how much longer can I do this? What happens if I don't make it to the spot he has in mind?"

As though you're reading my mind, you turn back to me and say, "I've only brought two tissues, so don't be letting anything run down your legs."

I start to try to hurry, taking longer and swifter strides until I'm right up against your back.

"Relax, Pet. I want you to enjoy the walk." "I promise I'll enjoy it a lot more on the way back, Master." "Starting to hurt, is it? Are you beginning to think that you might not make it all the way? That you can take any punishment I dole out if only I'll let you pee now?"

"Must you torment me verbally as well, Master? You know I'm thinking all of those things, and that I feel as though I'm not going to make it to wherever you have in mind."

2006-02-12T11:32:00.000-05:00

I manage to drive for a couple of hours, and am within half an hour or so of our exit, when the coffee hits my bladder and I begin to feel as though I'm going to need to stop soon.

"Master, I need to stop soon."

"Master," and I shake your hand, " I really need to stop soon."

You finally open your eyes, and as I look at you instead of the road (which isn't all that unusual) I can see by the grin that you've been awake since I first mentioned needing to stop, and you've just been letting things become more urgent.

"Take the next exit, and we'll find you a place."

The next exit approaches and I see the sign that says "No Services" and wonder exactly where you're taking me.

We head into a wooded area, on a two lane road that curves more than I like and has far too many hills for me to be comfortable with. I *really* need to go to the bathroom now, and yet you show no signs of being ready to stop.

We go on for at least fifteen minutes, and now I'm squirming in my seat, hoping I won't pee on myself before you find the "right" spot.

"Turn in here, Pet, and we'll go for a walk." I make the turn, and see that there is a wide spot in the road where people have obviously parked before.

2006-02-07T23:31:00.000-05:00

You lie back in the seat and drape your arm across my thigh. "Wake me up before you stop again, Slut. I know some places in the area that would be good for taking you for a walk."

"Yes, Master." I pull onto the freeway, and soon I feel your hand relax in my lap and know that you are asleep.

2006-02-06T23:56:00.000-05:00

You have your arms around my waist, and you're holding me so sweetly. And then you slide one hand down to the hem of my skirt.

You lift the skirt up to my waist and use your free hand to give me a couple of swats. You just keep looking me in the eye and smiling as you do so. I know it isn't because you're upset with me, it is just because you like the way it feels to slap my ass in public.

"Go climb in to the driver's seat, Pet." I go around the back of the truck to get into the seat, and can hear whispers and snickers as I walk by. Yes, my face gets red, but when you see it you just smile even more.

"Let's go before I decide to have you do anything else in front of those men."

"They were there all along?" "Not the whole time, but long enough, my Pet. They seemed to be enjoying the show, so why change anything?"

I know that my desire for privacy will not ever be as important as your need for exhibitionism, so I just sigh and fasten my seat belt, pulling up my skirt as I do so.

I turn on the truck, and pull out onto the highway, hoping to cover a lot of ground before I need to stop again.

2006-02-05T00:10:00.000-05:00

I take you into my mouth as far as that zipper will allow. I want this, and you know it. I can feel you trying to hold back, but the situation proves too much for you and you cum deep in my throat.

I keep you in my mouth while you soften, licking all traces of cum from your cock. You stroke my hair, letting me know that I'm doing well, and that you are pleased with my performance.

Finally, you push my face away from you and put away your cock. Now I'm just standing there, bent over just enough that anyone who happens past will see that I have nothing on under my skirt except stockings.

You place two fingers under my chin and lift me up to face you. You wrap your arms around me and I just want to melt into your arms and climb onto your lap. But you have something else in mind for me today.

2006-02-03T00:07:00.000-05:00

I love the way that you feel in my mouth, your skin so soft and smooth, your cock so responsive to my every motion. You fit me perfectly, and I love burying my nose in your hair as I take you all the way into my mouth.

You taste wonderful. I can't describe it, because there aren't enough words, but you taste clean, and silky, and slightly salty, and just perfect.

I love sucking you, and you know it. In fact, I think you're counting on my mounting frustration to keep me awake while I drive. And it certainly will. The way you move, the way you hold me close without pushing me, the way you appreciate my love of your cock and the way it looks and feels going into and out of my mouth.

I lick you like an ice cream cone, and you start to quiver just a bit. I know it is time.

2006-01-29T10:29:00.000-05:00

When we get to the truck, you walk me around to the passenger side and open the door for me. "Get in."

I climb in, wondering where exactly we're headed, and you get into the driver's seat, closing the door and turning on the truck at the same time. We pull around the back of the restaurant, where the parking lot is almost deserted.

You turn off the truck, say, "Stay there," and climb out. I stay put (because I know better...) and wait for you to come to my side of the truck. You open the door and help me down.

You climb into the seat I have just vacated, facing the open door.

"Now."

I unzip your pants, manouver you out of your underwear and begin to suck you off, standing there in the parking lot.

2006-01-24T01:25:00.000-05:00

The waiter goes away, shaking his head, and you leave me alone and frustrated while you wash your hands before lunch.

When you return, you are smiling at my obvious discomfort, and you chuckle as you sit back down beside me. "Something wrong?" "You're a tease, you know that?"

"Yes, I do. But I want to be certain you'll be ready to relax me when we finish eating." "Oh, I'm ready all right. And where exactly will we be doing this relaxing?'

"Oh, I think we'll find a nice quiet place to park the truck before you start driving again. And I'll get my rest while you do."

The waiter arrives with our food, and we begin to eat. You're right, of course, the meatloaf is excellent, and I'm suddenly starving. We don't talk much while we're eating, but once we sit back with our coffee, you start to describe where we're going.

"You'll continue heading south until you reach Route 52. You'll take 52 East, toward Pinnacle Rock. We may stop there for a short time to get some photos. And then I'll give you some additional directions."

Well, I wanted to know where we were headed, and now I have some idea, at least. We finish our coffee, pay the bill (tipping the waiter very well) and head out to the truck to continue our journey.

2006-01-20T00:29:00.000-05:00

We've both removed our coats, and are sitting on the same side of the booth. You are resting your hand on my thigh when the waiter approaches us.

"Are you ready to order?" "Yes, we'll both start with coffee and we'll each be having the meatloaf special."

"Very well, sir. I'll bring that coffee right away. Cream and sugar?" "Just cream."

The waiter goes to get the coffee, and I look up at you. "Meatloaf?" "You'll like it. They do a very good job here."

When the waiter comes back with the coffee, he can't help but notice that you now have your hand between my legs, and you're teasing me with your fingers. "Shall I have the cook wait to send out your lunches?"

"No, we'll be fine. But thank you for offering." "It is just that you seem to be rather, well, busy at the moment." I'm blushing furiously, of course, and you are (as usual) taking it all in stride.

2006-01-17T19:38:00.000-05:00

I open my eyes again when I feel your fingers running gently up and down the inside of my thigh. The truck isn't moving, but you haven't turned it off yet, so it is still nice and warm inside.

You smile down at me, and tell me that it is time for lunch. I wonder just what sort of place you've brought me to, and when I sit up I see that it is an old-fashioned truck stop, complete with Drivers Only sections.

You have me button up my blouse and my coat before we leave the truck, saying, "We don't want to create too much of a scene in here... we'll be stopping again on the way back."

But my collar remains on, and visible.

"You've eaten here before?" "Many times. We used to stop here when I was a kid, and I still do whenever I head down this way." "Then you'll know what is best to order?" "Oh, yes, Slut. I'll be ordering for both of us. Don't want you to overindulge and get sleepy after the meal, you know."

I understand that I will be driving after this, but I'm still looking forward to sitting down to a meal with you. It is always interesting to see what you choose for me.

We go inside and are almost immediately seated near a window. There is a small jukebox in the booth, and you put in a quarter and select a holiday song to cover our conversation.

"What would you like to try, Slut?" "I'll be happy with whatever you choose for me, Master."

"I know that, but what would you like to try?"

"The chicken looks good, as do the hamburgers. Either would be lovely, I'm sure."

"Then you won't be too disappointed when I order for you?" "I have never been disappointed when you have chosen for me. Never."

2006-01-15T22:19:00.000-05:00

I feel the truck slow down and open my eyes. We've pulled off the freeway and are at a gas station.

You look over at me as I start to sit up and say, "Not yet, Slut. This is just a gas stop. I'll let you know when it is time to wake up."

I lie back down and close my eyes, hoping that there will be no cars next to us but knowing better than to try to cover myself. I'll just keep my eyes closed, and hope that nobody taps on the glass while you're off doing whatever it is you need to do.

I turn my face toward the driver's seat, and close my eyes. It is still very warm inside the truck, and I can hear you putting in the gas, so I know I'm not alone. I find myself starting to drift off again when the door opens and a rush of cold air comes in.

Then I feel something wet on my chest. I look up, and you're leaning over me with a paper towel in your hand. You start wiping my chest again, and tell me that I've been good enough that it is time for the word "BAD" to come off. But you'll put it right back on if I misbehave. It is more difficult than you had thought to get the lipstick off, and you wind up scrubbing away a good portion of the top layer of my skin while you're trying to clean me up.

I don't say it, but I'm thinking "God, that hurts." You can see it on my face, though, and you praise me for keeping quiet and not complaining. (As though I would...)

When you've finished, you ask me to look and see what is left. The first word is gone, but that just makes the word "SLUT" stand out even more.

"Sit up for a minute," you command. I comply, and you hand me a cup. "Drink some of it." I start to take a sip, when out of the corner of my eye I see a man standing next to the truck. "Don't pay any attention to him, just drink up." I do, and it is really bitter coffee. I make a face, and you laugh. "You've been coughing. I think you need to wet your throat before we start again. So drink."

I get about half the cup down, when you take it from me and tell me that I've done well, considering, and that I should try to get back to sleep. I lie back and listen as you start the truck. I manage to stay awake long enough to feel you speed up to merge onto the freeway, and then I fall asleep once more.

2006-01-14T23:35:00.000-05:00

You lean over and kiss me to keep me from talking. You've got one hand on my tit and the other between my legs. You pinch my nipple as you penetrate me with two of your fingers.

I call out but your mouth is covering mine, so all that comes out is a muffled sigh. I'm straining against the seat belt, trying to pull you closer and telling you exactly what it is that I want you to be doing.

I buck upward with my hips to meet your hand as you fuck me hard and fast with your fingers. I can't help it - I have to taste you, so I suck your bottom lip into my mouth and run my tongue along it as you pinch my nipple harder and I start to cum.

You stop kissing me, and feed me the fingers you've just had inside me. I clean them off with my tongue and lips, savoring the taste of you and me together.

Eventually you pull away, and I am forced to let you go, even though I would prefer to hold you forever.

"Well, Slut, now it is time for sleep, isn't it?" "Yes, Master. I'll sleep well now."

"And when we get to where we're going, you'll suck me off before I go to sleep for the next part of the drive, won't you, Slut?"

"I would love to suck you off, now or later. Any time. All the time."

"But now I have to drive, so it will need to wait. After we've stopped and eaten, I will take you up on that offer, and we'll see if you can make me relaxed enough to sleep while you take us the rest of the way to the place where we'll stop for the night."

"I'm looking forward to it."

You pull out onto the freeway, and I settle in for a nice long nap. You continue to rest your hand on my thigh, and it is warm and comforting feeling you so close, as I drift off to sleep.

2006-01-14T01:26:00.000-05:00

"Now this time," you say as you make certain I'm firmly strapped in, "you will sleep. Our next stop is about two and a half hours from here, and I expect to have to awaken you when we arrive."

"Yes, Master. I will try to sleep the whole time. But you do make it difficult when you touch me that way. Makes me want to do things that have very little to do with sleeping." "But you will sleep very well afterwards, won't you, Slut?"

"Oh, yes. I'll sleep much better after..."

2006-01-12T17:30:00.000-05:00

You continue to hold my leash with one hand, but now you hold my hand with the other as we walk back toward the truck. Again, we pass a trash can and I get rid of the tissues.

"Don't you need to go, Master?" "No, not this time. This time we stopped just for you."

"Thank you for stopping. I know you are in a hurry to get where we're going." "Not so much of a hurry that I want you to have an accident in the car, Slut." "Yes, Sir, I understand. And I think I understand why you were so angry that I waited longer than I should have to wake you when I got so tired."

"I'm glad you are learning your lesson. Perhaps by the time we stop for food that "BAD" can come off your chest. "I would like that, Sir." "I know."

We reach the car, and I automatically pull up both my coat and my skirt before climbing in. "Don't forget to unbutton," you remark as you close the door. I do so, watching you walk around the front of the truck and get inside.

"Oh, your skirt has slipped down. Here, let me fix that." You reach across and tuck my skirt in my seat belt. "That should take care of it for a while."

2006-01-11T20:47:00.000-05:00

"Yes, Sir." I put my head down and concentrate on maintaining control while we stroll down the sidewalk.

We continue to walk for what seems like forever, although in reality it was probably less than two minutes. Finally we reach the end of the parking area, and head into the snow.

When we arrive at the outer edge of the pet area, you lead me toward some bushes. They have no leaves, of course, but it is the middle of the day, and they will provide some cover.

"Lift your coat and your skirt." I do, and wait for further instructions.

"Hold them with one hand, and give me the other. Then squat and pee for your Master."

Thank heavens. Finally. I give you my hand, squat and... nothing. I'm going to have to force it to start, because of the circumstances. So I push with my abdominal muscles, and push, and push.

I can see that you are becoming impatient. One more huge push, and I feel the trickle of pee start. And once started, it was like the floodgates had opened. I couldn't have stopped then if the place had suddenly been filled with people.

I hear something behind me, but can't really turn to look. I look up to see what your expression will tell me, but you're not looking down at me - you are looking at the person who has come up behind us with his dog.

"What the hell are you doing?" the man asks. "This is the pet area, isn't it? I'm walking my pet so she doesn't have an accident in the car. Isn't that right, Pet?"

"Yes, Master."

I can tell by the smile on your face that the man behind me is confused, but I hear him (and his dog) heading in the other direction.

I finish, and you hand me some tissues. I clean myself and crumple the tissues into my hand as you help me up, allowing my skirt and coat to fall and cover me.

"Good Pet," you remark as you stroke my hair. "You've done well."

2006-01-10T22:18:00.000-05:00

I sit up and start to close my blouse when you interrupt me, saying, "Not the blouse, just the coat. We don't want to smear your lipstick, now do we?" (I would love to smear it, but you'll never hear that from me.)

I pull my coat around me, and button it up all the way to my neck. I can see that it is snowing a lot out there, and I'm not looking forward to being out in it either. On the other hand, the alternative is peeing right there in the seat, which probably would get me a much more severe punishment.

You come around and open the door for me, giving me your hand to help me down from the seat. You take my leash, and begin leading me toward the edge of the rest area.

We begin walking together, but I'm in such a hurry that I start getting out in front of you. You call out my name, and I stop to wait for you, pressing my knees together and doing that little half-hop, half squirm that is somehow designed to keep my bladder from letting go right then and there.

As you approach, you take up the slack in the leash, leading me to believe that you are going to make me suffer while we slowly stroll over to the pet area.

"Please hurry, Sir." "Why would I want to do that, Slut? It isn't as bad out here as I had imagined it would be." "But if we don't get there soon, I'm not going to be able to hold it and it is going to run down my legs right here, and it will smell the whole rest of the way to wherever we're going."

"You can do it, Slut. You'll wait until you are told it is okay to relax, and then you will go promptly and without any complaints about the place or the weather."

2006-01-09T21:42:00.000-05:00

Oh, boy. Now I'm never going to be able to relax. I shut my eyes one more time, hoping that you won't continue to tease me the whole way to the rest area. I don't now if my bladder is going to be willing to wait if you keep putting pressure on it...

"Oh, please!" "Please what, Slut? Is there something you need?" "I am not going to be able to wait if you keep doing that. Please?"

"But I want you to be able to go right away when we get there, Slut. I don't think you've noticed, but the weather is getting bad, and I don't want to be spending extra time out in the snow waiting for your shy bladder."

I'm hanging on to the armrests as you are teasing my clit with your fingers while massaging the area just above my pubic bone with the heel of your hand. I really am beginning to think I'm going to have an accident when suddenly you turn off the road and pull in to a parking space.

"Sit up and button your coat. It is too cold and windy out there for you to be naked."

2006-01-09T01:51:00.000-05:00

I close my eyes and try to relax. I have the feeling that this punishment is going to last a good long while - at least until you decide that I've slept long enough to be safe behind the wheel again. Perhaps if I pretend to be asleep, my body will cooperate and let me relax enough to fall asleep. (It hasn't worked out so well in the past, but then you weren't stroking the inside of my thigh at the time, either.)

I do manage to relax a bit, and am just about ready to think about getting really comfortable when you change the position of your fingers again. Now you're teasing me, running a finger along my outer lips, then taking it away... sliding your hand between my legs to feel the dampness there. Holding, then gently pulling the hair around my cunt. Making my body respond to you in ways that will never allow me to get the sleep you've determined to be a part of my punishment. It just feels too good for me to relax and drift off. I want to push back against your hand, to hold you close to me, to reach down and push your fingers inside me.

And yet, you continue to tease, and I continue to suffer in silence. You aren't going to let me cum, you're just going to make it impossible for me to sleep for a while. And I'm not sure why, until I see the sign - rest area 35 miles.

You're waiting until we've stopped before you will allow me the rest we both know I need, aren't you? It certainly feels that way.

I look up at you, and you glance down at my face. "Yes, Slut. I think that you'll need to empty that bladder by the time we reach the next stop, don't you?"

Well now that you've got me thinking about it, of course I will. But I remain reclined, continuing to show myself to anyone who pulls along side us, and beginning to give in to the desire to push up against your hand.

"Not yet, Slut. Later, perhaps, but for now you just relax and let me enjoy myself while I drive." "Yes, Master. I am trying to rest, but it is difficult, and now that you have mentioned that we're going to stop, it is becoming difficult not to think about my bladder and where you are going to have me go when we get to the rest area."

"Oh, well you don't have to worry about that, Slut. After all, you are still my favorite pet."

2006-01-08T11:56:00.000-05:00

We pull on to the freeway and you have me lie back in the seat to nap. I can feel your hand between my legs, tickling the hairs on my cunt, then returning to stroke my thing. It is making me slightly crazy, and very very horny.

I start to sit up, and your hand stops moving. "I told you to get some rest." "But your hand... what you're doing... how can I sleep?"

"Try harder. You were the one who let things get out of hand, Slut. You need the nap, and I need the entertainment so I can stay awake to drive, so you'll just have to find a way to deal with it."

I settle in for what I am afraid will be a very long day, but the rhythm of the tires on the road, the warmth of the cocoa and your stroking of my thigh conspire to make me very sleepy once again. I feel myself drifting off when I hear an air horn. There is a semi next to us.

I open my eyes, and tense up. You, of course, can feel me getting ready to sit up again and tell me, "No. Let him look. You know what you are, and he can read it on your chest. It isn't as though you've completed your punishment, you know. So you can just lie there and let him and anyone else who comes alongside us see exactly what is going on."

2006-01-08T01:19:00.000-05:00

By the time we make it to the freeway entrance I finish up the cocoa and prepare to lie down for my nap when I see something flashing in the mirror.

Then I hear the siren. We're being pulled over, and I'm only half dressed. I look at you for instructions, but you just say "Keep still and everything will be all right."

You stop the truck, and watch in the side mirror as the officer approaches us. You roll down the window and ask if there is a problem.

He looks at me, and then looks you in the eye while he says, "I had a report that your passenger was not wearing a seat belt. But I can see that she is, so I suppose I should let you get on your way. Is that all right with you, Ma'am?"

"Yes, officer. That would be lovely."

The officer follows your arm with his eyes and sees where you have your hand, and then smiles and tells you to drive safely before he walks back to his patrol car.

"I'll bet he has plenty to say the next time he and his buddies get together."

2006-01-06T23:56:00.000-05:00

By now, the stranger has attracted some attention. I can't really hear what you are saying, but I can make it out if I listen really hard and concentrate on reading your lips, but he is coming in loud and clear.

"I think we should let these people get to their car." He replies with a shrug and moves just barely enough to allow the woman to get in to the passenger side.

"You don't really care a whole lot about other people, do you?" you remark as you go around to your side of the truck. "I think we will be leaving now, before things become heated."

"Oh, sure. Don't let anybody else have any fun. I think I could have taught her a better lesson than just having her sit there with that on her chest. I would have had her licking my boots if she misbehaved."

You open the door and slip in, saying, "I think having to deal with the likes of you is probably more punishment than I intended her to have. We're leaving now. Goodbye."

You are all the way in the truck, and you turn it on as you're putting on your seatbelt. We pull out of the parking lot, and you look over at me. "Are you okay? Did he scare you?"

"No, I knew he couldn't get in, and I wasn't about to get out, so he couldn't really hurt me. And besides, I knew you wouldn't be gone too long."

"I might have decided to stick around and talk to someone. I could have been gone a long while." "Then perhaps I would have had time to finish my drink. He wouldn't really let me get back to it, and it is still about half full."

"Well, Slut, you'll finish it now. And then you'll take that nap." Of course, as you say this you put your hand on my thigh and start stroking the inside of it with your fingers.

"I won't be able to sleep if you keep doing that, you know." "Oh, you'll sleep. You'll sleep because it is what I want, and because you don't want to wear that "BAD SLUT" sign forever, now do you?"

"I will do my best, but with you touching me like that, I don't feel very sleepy anymore."

"You will by the time you finish that cocoa, slut. You will."

2006-01-04T20:36:00.000-05:00

I consider myself lucky that the next couple who come back to their car don't appear to see me. Perhaps they were just being nice, but either way, it is a relief.

I begin drinking my cocoa, studying the top of the cup between sips. If I don't see them staring at me, I won't be embarrassed, right? That actually works for a few minutes until I hear a knock on the window.

I look up, and I see a man standing there, talking to me. He gestures that I should roll down the window, and I shout that I can't - I don't have the key. He starts talking more loudly (and I really wish he wasn't attracting attention that way) and suggests that I open the door if I can't open the window to talk with him.

"I don't talk to strangers." "But you'll sit there like that?" "HE isn't a stranger."

The man continues to try to convince me to get out of the truck, and says things designed to make me keep talking with him, and hopefully to get me out of the truck, I think.

Finally, I think he's had enough, as he says, "I thought you didn't talk to strangers." To which I replied, "I've been trying to get you to go away. You don't seem to know how to listen."

Then I see a familiar coat approaching him from behind. You walk up and ask if he's having fun shouting at your slut and keeping her from finishing her cocoa, as she was told to do.

"She wouldn't open the window to talk to me." "She can't open the window. I have the keys."

"But she wouldn't open the door either. Said something about you locking it and telling her to stay there. Surely she is able to decide if she wants to talk with someone or not."

"When I tell my slut that I am locking the doors and I want her to stay put, I mean I want her to stay put and the doors to stay locked. I take the keys so she isn't put in a position where she feels compelled to open the window because someone sees that they are available. The only reason for me to come out here and find the door open or to find her outside the truck at all, is if she feels she is in some sort of danger, in which case, of course, she needs to protect herself."

2006-01-04T01:49:00.000-05:00

You start the truck and I think, "Oh, thank God... we'll get on the freeway and nobody will see me." Then I notice that you aren't heading away from the buildings. You pull into a parking spot and tell me that while the doors will be locked, I am not permitted to cover myself while you are gone.

You close the door, and walk away.

I watch you walk back to the store, and hope that nobody will come my way while you're gone. Of course, you had to pick a spot right in the middle, where there were sure to be people coming and going.

The first person to see me looks and just shakes his head as he climbs into his car. I can't bear to look at his face as he leaves, but his expression while he was shaking his head said more than enough. I won't be cold for a while. I may be blushing all over. It certainly feels that way.

2006-01-03T20:54:00.000-05:00

"I can't. I should have told you as soon as I got off the plane, but I was just so excited about seeing you that it didn't seem to matter."

"But it does matter, now doesn't it? You're in no condition to drive, and I'm still upset with you. You don't think for a minute that your punishment is over, do you?"

"I did." "Well, Slut, you were wrong. You're sitting on your coat and skirt. I want them both up around your waist. And while you're at it, open up that blouse."

I do as I'm told, pulling the coat and skirt out from under me, and opening my blouse from top to bottom, hoping this is as bad as it will get.

"You always say you love wearing my marks, don't you, Slut?" "Yes, Sir, I do love wearing your marks." (Oh, God, what does he intend to do?)

"Well then, reach into your bag and hand over the lipstick." I grab the tube of Magenta and hand it to you. I'm not absolutely certain what is going to happen next, but whatever it is, the lipstick is far better than the permanent black marker that is usually the alternative.

"Face me, Slut."

I twist around in the seat so that I'm directly facing you and try to watch what you're doing. "Hold that hair back, and don't look down until I am finished."

I hold my hair, and try to make out the letters just by the way they feel. Two words. That is unusual. You have me mark myself with my name sometimes, but this is a first.

"Look at yourself, Slut. And tell me if I am done punishing you yet."

I look down and read the words "BAD SLUT" written across my tits. I look up at you, and you tell me to get settled in the seat, making sure the seatbelt doesn't interfere with what you've written and to finish my drink.

2006-01-02T16:38:00.000-05:00

I go to the ladies'room, and then when I return the key, the woman at the counter looks at me and says, "He doesn't take any guff, does he?" "No, he doesn't. But he is right... I was irresponsible to get this tired before I woke him up."

I leave and head out to the truck. You're in the driver's seat, and my door is unlocked. I crawl in, and as I'm putting on my seat belt you hand me a cup and say,
"Drink this." I take a sip and while it is probably just what I need, I still say, "But this is going to put me to sleep. Cocoa always does."

"You didn't sleep on the plane, did you?"

"No, I didn't. It was noisy, and there was a lot of turbulence, and the man sitting next to me was kind of creepy."

"But you didn't see fit to tell me this, now did you?"

I'm looking down at the cup in my hands as I murmur, "No, Master, I didn't."

"How can you expect me to make the right decisions when you don't give me all the facts?"

2006-01-02T16:19:00.000-05:00

I slink over to the corner with my head down, and try to keep from crying. You go about your business, and I just stay there, hoping you'll not be angry with me any more when it is time to leave.

"Why are you doing this? You're an adult - why do you let him treat you this way?" "He's right. I should have stopped before I got so tired, and I should be able to trust that he knows what he is doing when he tells me that where we're going is supposed to be a surprise. I deserve to stand here and think about what exactly I should have done, and why he's upset with me. I could have caused an accident by getting so tired while I was driving, and instead of being happy that he wants to surprise me with this vacation, all I've done is be cranky about not knowing more."

"So you've learned your lesson?" "Part of it. I know he wants me to be able to think for myself, but he also expects that I'm going to give him all the facts so that he can make realistic decisions, and that I'll not push myself until something bad happens just so I don't have to tell him something I don't think he wants to hear."

You have finished your shopping, and you walk up to us, holding a key in your hand. "You need to go to the ladies'room now." "But..." "Are you disagreeing with me? Would you prefer to wait until the next rest stop?" "No, Sir." "Good. Now go. And when you've returned the key I will meet you at the truck."

2006-01-01T09:59:00.000-05:00

Half an hour or so later (you look so peaceful when you sleep) I wake you up as we pull up to the gas pump. I hop out to fill up the tank, while you pull yourself together to go inside.

"So, you're sleepy, are you? Or are you hungry first and then sleepy?" "I could eat, and I can definately use a couple of hours of sleep."

"Let's go then, Slut. We have a lot of ground to cover, and I want to get there by mid-afternoon."

"Are you going to tell me where we are going?" "You'll figure it out when we get there."

Oh, thanks. That helps. (Can you tell I'm cranky from not enough sleep, or not enough coffee, one or the other?)

You take my leash and lesd me to the little store attached to the gas station. You enter before me (and I'm still thinking dark, ugly thoughts about being kept in the dark and not trusted with even a little bit of information) and when you stop short I bump up against your back because I'm not paying attention.

"Enough." You've turned to look at me, and I can see on your face that you know just the sorts of things I've been thinking, and you are very displeased with my attitude.

"Enough," you repeat, and tears spring into my eyes. I still don't think you know what that word does to me. It sounds so final, so awful, that every time you use it I'm crushed.

You swat me on the ass, in front of all those people who have now turned to look at the man reprimanding his child (and yes, I know. If I act like one...)

You hand me my leash and just point to the corner. "And stay there."

2005-12-30T11:02:00.000-05:00

You reach over and stroke my hair, and I turn my head to kiss the inside of your wrist.

"I know you are getting tired. Wake me up when you need to stop next, and I'll take over the driving for a while."

"Thank you. It has been a long night."

"Now be a good girl and turn on the heat - it is chilly in here, even if you're not exactly aware of it right now. And pull that skirt up a little more - I can barely see the tops of your stockings, and I want to see it all."

You are asleep before we merge onto the freeway, but while I'm terribly underdressed (and practically undressed) for the weather, the cab of the truck is warm and almost cozy, and I love that you trust me enough to sleep while I drive.

Some of the truck drivers must have heard about us, because every time one passes me or I pass them, they wave or flash their lights. This continues until we are quite far from the rest area, so evidently gossip is alive and well among the trucking community.

I continue to drive and listen to soft music in the warm cab, and within a couple of hours I begin to get sleepy. I don't want to wake you, as you are sleeping so peacefully, but I know that if I wait too long you will be angry.

As I pass yet another gas station, I see a sign that says "Next services 28 miles". We will need gas by then, and I am certain I will be able to fall asleep quickly after we stop, so I plan to go to the next station and then awaken you.

2005-12-30T01:57:00.000-05:00

Before I have the chance to start the truck, someone has approached your window and is making it known that he would like a word with you. I turn on the engine and roll down the window so that he can speak his piece, as I feel my face becoming more and more flushed.

"How do you get her to do that?" "Do what?" "Obey you like that - follow your lead."

"Oh, she does it because it pleases me, and she wants to please me. That's all."

"Boy, if that is all it took, my wife would be listening to me. I know she loves me, but she'd never do those things for me." "Perhaps she would if you asked."

He shakes his head and says good bye to us both, then turns and walks back to the sidewalk where his wife is waiting. I recognise her. She is the one who dragged him out of the building when she saw who, or rather, what I am. I have to laugh, even though I'm no longer cold anywhere. I think my entire body blushed this time.

2005-12-29T00:49:00.000-05:00

I drop to my knees, and you lead me to the other building. It seems dry inside, so I stay on my knees as we enter. You are smiling as we approach the vending machines, and ask me what I would like to drink. "How about some Coke? We both like that."

I nod my assent, and you put the money into the machine. The door to the building opens, and I hear footsteps as a couple of people draw near to us. I see the woman's face as she recognises that I'm not a dog, I'm a person kneeling at my Master's feet in the vending area. She hurries to make her selection, grabs her husband by the arm and practically drags him back out into the snow.

"Are you hungry, pet?" "Just a bit, Sir." You lead me to the other vending machine and start looking for something that isn't going to give me a sugar high followed by a massive drop - we have a long day ahead.

"I think we will wait until we need gas again, and then we'll find something for both of us." "Of course, Sir."

You lead me out the door, carrying the drink and keeping me on a short leash so that I don't wander or get stuck in the deeper snow on the lawn. There's no way of knowing what is under there, and you never want me to be hurt.

We get back to the truck and you have me stand beside you. I love being next to you, and you seem to be fond of my company as well. You open the door for me, then go around to the passenger side and climb in.

"All set?" "Yes, Master. I am ready."

"Then let's get going - and put the heater on. You look cold."

2005-12-28T00:41:00.000-05:00

I follow you into the restroom, trying not to look around. I keep my eyes on the floor, which is wet and nasty, while you lead me to the urinals. I am hoping you'll allow me to continue to stand, rather than having me kneel by your side.

You look at me, then at the floor, and suggest that I wash my hands while you relieve yourself. You give me just enough slack in the leash to reach the sink, and I grab a paper towel to turn on the faucet.

I use plenty of soap, as I'm pretty sure just being in here has completely covered me in germs, and lots of the hottest possible water. I hear you finish and zip your pants as I am drying my hands on another paper towel, and you take up the slack in my leash as you approach me.

You wash your hands and begin leading me out of the room when the truck driver enters, looks at us and grins. You smile back and lead me into the lobby. I find myself staring at the floor, just to avoid seeing anyone else, and hoping we are going to be leaving very soon.

I'm busy watching the floor, and you pull on my leash to get me to start moving again. We are heading away from the maps (I still don't know where we are going, darn it) and toward the exit. You look back at me, and you have that grin on your face... I know something is about to happen.

You take up the slack in my leash until I am walking beside you and as we leave the building you say, "The snow looks pretty clean, doesn't it?" "Yes..." "Good. Then it shouldn't be a problem for you to get down on all fours until we reach the other building, now should it?"

2005-12-26T22:57:00.000-05:00

We continue to walk toward the buildings, where I hope there is some sort of heat. "We'll need to pick up something for you to drink to help keep you awake while you're driving, pet. But first I need to use the bathroom, and we will both need to wash our hands."

We walk through the first building, where the vending machines are housed, and out into the cold to approach the second building - the one with the highway maps and the restrooms.

You lead me to the doorway of the men's room, and I hesitate. "I can't leave you out here alone, and you need to wash up, so you'll just have to come in."

2005-12-26T20:53:00.000-05:00

And my shy bladder kicks in. I can't go. I know that if I can just get started, it will be okay - my bladder is too full to stop once I've started. But it is cold, and I'm squatting in front of you, and you're watching, and it just isn't happening.

I know you're becoming impatient, standing out there in the cold, so I hang my head and force my abdominal muscles to push against my bladder. I push, and push, and finally, a trickle. But I know if I stop now, I'm never going to get started again, so I just keep pushing until my bladder is empty. It takes forever.

I look up at you when I've finished, and you let go of one of my hands to reach into your pocket. You hand me a couple of tissues to dry myself with, and when I've done so, you help me stand up.

I have the tissues crumpled up in my fist, and you smile at me, "Good girl." You use one hand to lift my chin for a kiss, and I feel as much as hear the snap of the leash onto my collar.

"Let's go." You turn to go back to the sidewalk, and I reach for your hand, only to find it occupied. You have the end of the leash around one wrist, and are holding it up out of the snow with the other hand as you lead me back to the sidewalk.

You hesitate near a trash can so that I can dispose of the tissues, then we start to walk toward the buildings. A large truck pulls in, blows his horn and waves, and suddenly the red in my cheeks isn't from the cold.

2005-12-26T10:15:00.000-05:00

You ask if we've stopped because I need to pee, and I say that not only do I have to pee, but it is becoming pretty urgent.

We get out of the truck, and you walk around to me. "Are you my pet?"

"Um, yes?" "Then come with me."

You take my hand and we walk (rapidly - it really is urgent now) toward the buildings. The place is deserted at this hour of the morning, and the grass is covered with snow.

We reach the point where we need to turn to get to the bathrooms, and I try to do so, but you're holding my hand tightly and you turn your head and smile, "Not there, pet."

I knew that telling you I was your pet was an iffy proposition, just from the look in your eyes, but now I'm really wondering what you have in mind for me. I'm still in only my tiny skirt and blouse, stockings and high heels - surely you can't expect me to continue walking around with you when you know how badly I need to pee. And it is cold, which is making things worse, not better.

We reach the end of the sidewalk, and you lead me out into the snow. "Where are we going?"

"You'll see."

And then I do. I don't quite believe it - surely you must intend to turn around and let me return to the bathroom.

You lead me to a semi-secluded spot, and position yourself between me and the highway, "because it is your first time". Then you grin and say, "Squat."

I just look at you, dumbfounded. You remark that I had agreed that I am your pet, and this is the pet area, so I should now be squatting to relieve myself.

I know we aren't going anywhere until I comply, (and my bladder feels as though it is about to burst) so I take both your hands to steady myself and I squat in the snow.

2005-12-25T02:11:00.000-05:00

Of course, the silly songs are soon followed by the sentimental, and I find myself close to tears as I sing along. Good thing that my bladder is beginning to demand attention. I'll have to stop at the next convenient place.

We need gas, so I'll head for the nearest station, and just hope that the bathroom is decent (and unlocked!)

I wait until we're pulling in to the station to awaken you, gently, leaning toward you and stroking your thigh, taking your hand in mine and raising it to my lips as I pull in next to the pump.

You wake up smiling... and my heart sings.

2005-12-24T09:28:00.000-05:00

I am finding it very uncomfortable to drive, just because of the welts on my ass and thighs, and it is tempting to stop just to get out of the truck and walk around. But I know that if I tell you I need to stop now, when I really do need to go, you're not going to be happy with me.

So I squirm and wriggle in my seat, trying to find a position that doesn't hurt.

I turn on the radio, softly so I don't disturb your sleep, and find a station that is playing songs of the season, along with a few songs for the sad and lonely - usually my favorite sort - so I stick with it.

After Elvis' version of "Are You Lonesome Tonight" I look over at you, and thank heaven that I'm with you on this evening. But then the silly songs take over, at least for a while, and I find myself singing along as we make our way down the road. Even with the sore ass, I am glad to be making this trip with you. Even with no idea where the hell we're going.

Being this close to you is enough.

2005-12-24T00:04:00.000-05:00

We are headed southwest, on route 77. I don't know how far south we are, but there are mountains coming up if we're going to follow this road to the end.

"Wake me up when you stop to go to the bathroom. You've been drinking coffee all night, so I imagine you'll need to go within the hour."

"But you need more sleep than that." "Oh, I'll sleep more, but I want to be with you wnen you're out of the truck."

I agree to wake you, and you settle down to sleep for a while as the sun starts to peek out over the tops of the hills.

I think it is going to be a long drive, and I know you're right about the coffee. I may not need to go this instant, but I will... and soon.

2005-12-22T21:55:00.000-05:00

I watch as you and Arthur discuss what is to happen next. He doesn't seem too happy, but you are immovable - and you know me better than anyone, so I hope he will abide by your wishes.

You return to me and sit down, leaning forward to put your face next to mine. "I told him to warm you up first, but I don't know how well he was listening."

I feel a hand, not slapping, just touching my ass. "I think he may have taken your advise to heart." But then the spanking begins in earnest.

He starts off slowly, but soon builds up to the point where his spanking of Janice left off. I'm wriggling, trying to get away from the blows, and this seems to anger him. He stops using his hand and picks up the strap, intent on teaching me to remain still. He isn't very good with it, and misses my ass as often as he hits the target. I will have welts on my thighs as well as on my behind before he is through.

He really gets going, taking all his frustrations out on me, when you intervene. You remind him that I am going to need to walk when all this is over, and that if he harms me there will be hell to pay.

Arthur agrees to calm down, and begins again, slowly, You return to me and stand in front of my face. You look down at me and ask if I'm ready for my reward.
"Reward?" I ask. "Yes. You've been very good, and I think you have learned not to contradict me in public, so I have decided to reward you."

"Thank you, Master." You reach down and open your pants, pulling out your cock. You present it to me, and I stretch my neck out to reach you. I lick the head of your cock, and you move closer. allowing me to take you into my mouth.

Arthur is still working me over, but I no longer care. You are with me, inside me, and that is all that matters. I hope it never ends... but eventually it does.

Arthur grows tired of spanking me,even with the strap, and walks away. You pull out of my mouth (and I groan), walk to my side and begin soothing me with soft touches and caresses. God, I want you to take me right there. It doesn't matter who is in there with us. All I want is to feel you inside me, to have you cum in me, to carry your semen with me for the remainder of the day. But, alas, this is not to be. You untie my feet, and help me to stand. I lean against you as you close your pants and address Janice.

"Well, Janice, do you know what it is to want your Master's happiness more than your own? To want to please him so much that all you care about is his pleasure?"

Janice hops up and comes to your side, telling you that she will be delighted to finish where I left off, and that your pleasure will enhance her own immeasurably.

"Perhaps it would, but I am not your Master. Your Master is sitting over there patiently waiting for you to arrive at the conclusion that you just don't seem to get - you belong to him."

"But you've been training me, and I thought..." "You thought I would be taking you with me? Even with Slut here? Why would I do that? Your husband is willing and able to continue your instruction from here on out, and I think you should go over there and show him your appreciation."

Janice turns away from you and you remark, "And it is time for you to learn the joy of providing pleasure to your Master, Janice. Take off those clothes and get on your knees in front of your Master. Suck him off, make him cum in ways you would never have thought of before tonight, and love him more with each breath you take. Then you will both be ready to continue.

Janice removes her blouse,bra and what is left of her skirt, so that she is dressed in only the stockings and heels. She gets down on her knees and makes her way over to Arthur. He isn't helping her at all, and makes her ask for everything she desires. "Please,Arthur, may I suck you? May I take you in my mouth the way she took her Master and please you in that manner?"

He finally relents and assists her in opening his pants, but he makes her pull him out of his underwear with her lips, and insists that she stop calling him Arthur while she is serving him. He will be Sir, until he determines that she deserves to call him anything else.

The cook comes to the back door of the diner, and you realise that it is time for the place to reopen. We've been here all night, and I still have to get cleaned up and pack our bag of toys before we can leave. You send me to the ladies room to remove the plug (OUCH!!!) and clean it before putting it, and the strap and ropes away. You get my shoes back from Janice, but allow her to keep the stockings to assist her in remembering this night. As though she could ever forget being trained by you.

I put on my shoes, and jacket, and we get ready to leave the diner. You tip generously, and the waitress offers us some coffee to go so that I don't fall asleep at the wheel.

We walk out into the parking lot, still in the dark, and I ask,"So, where do we go from here?"

"I'll let you know."

As we are pulling out of the lot, we see the other couples getting into their cars, Janice still nude under her coat, and Arthur beaming like a man with a new toy. "I hope they will be all right," I remark, and you reply "Oh, I think they will. After all, they did come to us. We were just minding our own business when I was asked to take over her training. They will be fine so long as Arthur remembers how to both punish mistakes (and then forgive them) and reward good behavior, and even good intentions that don't always work out."

I pull onto the freeway, and I know that while they may find a way to make things work for them, Arthur will never be the Master you are. It just doesn't come as naturally to him, and he seems not to know his wife as well as you know me.

But we'll never know, and now we are off to a new adventure.

2005-12-22T19:11:00.000-05:00

"Between the waistband and the tops of the stockings - nowhere else." You hand the strap to the woman I kissed, and she takes aim. "God, that hurts." "It was supposed to hurt. And I kind of hope they all use the strap, although that is, of course, up to them."

"She certainly is enthusiastic," I hiss between wallops. "I don't think I can do this much longer."

"Of course you can, Slut. You'll do it, and more, to please me."

My dance partner evidently isn't as comfortable with the strap as is his wife, because the next thing I feel is the stinging of fingers as his hand slams into my right cheek. Then the left. He alternates for a while, and then looks at you and says, "I think that's a very pretty color, don't you?"

You agree, and as I turn my head to try to see what color he's describing (because it feels like flames to me) he moves away and Janice takes his place. I don't think she'll be too hard on me, after all, she has just been spanked herself. And once again I'm a really bad judge of other people's actions. She uses that strap as though she's looked into my soul and found me lacking. She slips, and hits me with the edge of the strap rather than the flat portion, and I feel it cut into my skin.

"Enough. Now let Arthur have the strap." You take a napkin, dip it in some water and head toward my ass. I feel the coolness as you tend to my wound before turning me over to Arthur.

2005-12-21T17:14:00.000-05:00

You securely wrap my wrists with the rope, leaving much of the rope hanging from my wrists. I think there may be more coming, but I'm not going to interrupt you to ask. Not now, anyway.

You move two tables together, the one we've been standing at and the one beside it. You offer your hand and assist me in getting up on one of the chairs. "On your belly, Slut."

As I lie on the tables you make a pillow from your coat and place it beneath my head so that my face doesn't directly touch the table. You get down on your knees, and, taking the ends of the rope, crawl underneath the tables toward my feet.

You stretch my arms down, not uncomfortably, but securely, and wrap the ends of the rope around the table legs and then tie them to my feet. I can still wiggle, and can even turn over if I try hard enough, but I won't be falling off the table no matter how much I struggle.

You return to the "head" of the table, stopping to raise my skirt above my waist. You pull up a chair and motion for Arthur, Janice, and the other couple to join us.

"Thank you, Master." "What are you thanking me for, Slut?" "For making sure I won't hurt myself even if I move more than I should." "You're welcome. I don't want you injured, just thoroughly spanked."

2005-12-20T23:38:00.000-05:00

I crawl out to the parking lot once again. It has gotten colder, and the parking lot is sparkling with frost.

My knees complain, but there is nothing to be done about that right now. I have to get to the truck.

When I arrive at the truck, I take the keys from my mouth and open the door - it is dificult to unlock because of the cold, but I manage to warm the key a bit and it works out. I grab the bag of toys from within my suitcase, hanging it around my neck for the trip back in to the diner.

As I crawl back, I can see you watching me through the window, and I wonder just what sort of punishment you have in mind that requires access to everything in the bag. Perhaps I should have just kept my mouth shut, but you always encourage me to speak my mind, even when it gets me into trouble.

I approach the steps and as I begin to climb them the bag bounces against my tits, and I remember with each bounce exactly what you have in there. And whatever you have in mind, I don't think it is going to be pretty. I open the door to the diner, and my glasses fog up so I can't see where I'm going very well. I make my way over to you, and kneel at your feet - bag around my neck and keys in my teeth.

You lean over and retrieve your keys, placing them in your pocket. Then you reach out a hand and help me to my feet. You lead me to one of the tables in the center of the diner, and take the bag from my neck. You turn me to face away from you so I don't see what you are removing from the bag, just to make things even more frightening, I think.

You take one of my hands, then the other, and turn me around as you slip the rope around my wrists. Whatever is to come, I will not be able to escape my fate.

2005-12-19T02:02:00.000-05:00

I raise one eyebrow. "Oh?" "Yes. I don't feel comfortable with his level of experience, so he will be practicing at least one more time tonight."

"On whom?" "Oh, on you, of course. Janice is about done in for the night, and you are owed a spanking."

"But, but I don't even know him!" "You knew him well enough to be flirting outrageously about an hour ago." "But there's a difference between some innocent flirting and allowing some stranger to touch me that way."

"Are you telling me that you don't want a stranger spanking you?" "Yes. You know how I hate the thought of anyone other than you doing something like that."

"Well, Slut, it isn't really up to you, now is it?" "But," I start to say, when I notice that you have lost your smile, and are looking at me in a way I just don't trust.

"On your knees, Slut." I obey, and sink to my knees on the floor. "Now crawl out to the truck and get the strap. And make sure we can all see the plug in your ass while you're doing it."

"The strap? You'd let him use the strap on me? You said he didn't have enough experience for a spanking, let alone the strap."

"Go. And while you're out there you might as well bring in the whole bag of toys. I think you need to be reminded again just who makes the decisions around here."

2005-12-18T20:46:00.000-05:00

Janice's spanking has now become more of a series of caresses, and you nod at Arthur who smooths her skirt over her and helps her up off his lap, encouraging her to sink to her knees beside him.

As Janice wraps her arms around her husband's leg and rests her head on his thigh, you turn to me and smile. "Arthur and I have been discussing some things, and I've decided that he needs more practice before he tries to keep Janice in line on his own."

Janice lifts her head, looking puzzled, and Arthur reaches down and strokes her hair, reassuring her that it is not she who is on the block this time.

2005-12-17T14:26:00.000-05:00

Arthur somehow manages to focus on the task a hand, and soon Janice's bottom is as red as Rudolph's nose. You motion for him to slow down, rather than stopping abruptly. He complies (you're teaching him, as well) and begins to use a lighter touch, with more caresses than slaps, as he brings Janice back from the edge.

After a few minutes, as Janice continues to sigh and rub against Arthur's lap, you lean over and whisper something in his ear. He looks at me, and at Janice, and then whispers something back. I'm getting a little bit concerned, as he's looking at me rather than at what he's doing, and I hate being kept in the dark. There is something going on - and it involves me.

2005-12-16T00:38:00.000-05:00

As Arthur becomes more secure in what he's doing, I snuggle closer to you. You look down at me and smile, "Don't worry, Slut. Your turn is coming soon." I know it will hurt like hell, but it doesn't matter. You will be touching me. It makes no difference where or how you do it, the fact that your skin is next to mine is enough.

Janice doesn't seem to be embracing this portion of her training, or at least she's putting on a good show of resisting. Arthur runs a finger between her legs as he is caressing her, and looks up at you, saying, "She's wet. She doesn't hate this, or hate me for it."

"Of course not. This is part of what she has been looking for - a way to give you the control, to make herself vulnerable and open to whatever it is you may wish for (or from) her."

Arthur continues the spanking, and after a few minutes of pseudo protest, Janice becomes calm and appears to be accepting all that is happening to her. He gives her a couple of sharp slaps on the ass, and follows by opening her with his fingers, touching and then tasting her juices. A sound, somewhere between a moan and a sigh, escapes her. She may have fought it, but she is content.

2005-12-15T02:51:00.000-05:00

You chuckle and say, "We'll see how impressed she is after this." And then you move to stand over Arthur and direct the punishment.

"Start off slowly, and not too hard. You want to warm her up before you really get going."

Arthur hesitantly raises his hand, and quite softly lowers onto Janice's ass. You sigh and tell him to try again, a little more forcefully this time. We hear the soft slap of his hand against her flesh, and when Arthur raises his hand again, we can see that she is beginning to turn a bit pink.

"Again." And Arthur starts to get into a rhythm, increasing the frequency and sharpness of his blows. Janice begins wiggling on his lap and you remind him to hold her down tightly, lest she move into a position where she might really get hurt.

"And don't forget to soothe her as well, Arthur. A few slaps, and then a caress can do so much more than just a spanking."

2005-12-13T20:32:00.000-05:00

You reach out your arm to me, and I slip in close to you and snuggle up against you. You reach down and give me a friendly whack on the behind, and I wrap both arms around you and give you a huge hug.

"Well Janice, it is time for your punishment. Arthur, come over here and sit on this chair. You'll be administering this one, and I expect you to do it well."

Arthur settles himself into the chair, looking a bit nervous. I lean over and, speaking softly (but not so softly that you can't hear me - I won't be making that mistake again soon) tell him that he will be fine. He gives me a sort of half smile, and still looks as though it is he who is about to be punished.

"Come here, Janice. It is time." Janice approaches, and looks down at her husband in the chair. As she comes closer, you tell her to arrange herself across Arthur's lap, in the traditional spanking position.

Her expression changes as she figures out that you are going to have her spanked by her husband - she's looking a little bit scared now. After everything that has gone on this night, she has a right to be nervous.

As the two of them are settling in to a comfortable position, you smile down at me and ask about my conversation while dancing with the woman. "She asked me what I would do if she squeezed me too tight." "And your reply?" "That I would stomp on her feet. She let go of me pretty quickly after that, and seemed surprised that I was able to come up with an idea of my own. Then we chatted about your requirement that I be the best person I can be, intellectually and in every other way. She is impressed with you, I think."

2005-12-12T17:36:00.000-05:00

"Oh, so you do have a mind of your own?"

"You had better believe it. And he wouldn't want it any other way. I can't imagine him spending more than a few hours with someone he couldn't really talk with, or with someone who wasn't able to hold her own when he had to be away."

As the music ends we separate, nod to one another, and go our separate ways. As I walk back toward you and Arthur, I glance in her direction and see that she is deep in conversation with her husband. Evidently you've gotten her interest, as well.

Janice is still standing in the corner, and she is blushing furiously. "Well, Arthur, shall we make that ass match the face?"

2005-12-11T13:52:00.000-05:00

During a lapse in the conversation, I nod toward the jukebox and ask "I wonder which one of us is supposed to be Santa Claus." Of course, it being the season you couldn't have made a better choice. After all, the situation isn't something you see every day. So "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus" seems fitting. I wouldn't want to be the child who felt he had to report this to Daddy.

She is wearing heels, and I am barefoot (and pretty much bare everything else at this point) so I stand on my tiptoes and give her a kiss on the cheek, just in time with the music. She giggles, and says, "And what would you do if I was to hold you like this?" As she says this, she tightens her grip to the point where I am feeling a bit crowded, and it is becoming uncomfortable.

"I might stomp on your feet," I reply. "You haven't though, have you?"

"Not yet."

She gets the message, and the pressure on my ribcage eases. We finish up the dance, and again I curtsy before returning to your side.

You are looking at me as I approach, and you let me know that we'll be having a discussion later, but for now you have determined the punishment for Janice.

I see the way you are looking at her, and I'm glad it isn't me. Whatever combination of circumstances you have devised for her punishment is sure to be something that will take a long time to forget.

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You smile, and when I arrive at your side, you pull me close and whisper in my ear, "Go dance with the lady. I'll pick the music."

I walk back to the table and offer the stranger my hand. She takes it, and we walk out into the aisle where her husband and I had been dancing just a few minutes earlier. We wait for the music to start (and I have to admit that I am a bit worried about what your choice will be) and when it begins, she puts her arms around me and we dance.

Like her husband, she has a number of questions, and I refer her to you for the answers to the majority of them. She wants to know if our relationship is one I would persue with someone other than you, and I just laugh. "Never."