Scat with Pattie

She couldn’t believe she was actually doing this. How
many times had she thought about it, but figured it
would never happen, or worse case scenario, she might
chicken out. But no, here she was, about to realize a
fantasy that was too long in the making.

Patti sat in her car for a few moments, collecting her
thoughts. What would her friends say? What would her
late parents have thought? How would her HUSBAND react
if he knew? Closing her eyes for a moment, she drew in a
deep breath, and then got out of her car.

The parking lot of the truck-stop was like countless
others along I-5, which ran along the West coast from
the California border with Mexico, North through Oregon
and Washington, to Vancouver. To one side were the big
rigs that ran freight across the nation on eighteen
wheels. They were parked while the people who drove them
were inside; getting a meal, a hot shower, or a few
hours sleep in a bed that was larger than the back of
the cab. Fuel pumps of assorted grades of gasoline were
off to another side. Next to them, diesel. And the large
parking lot for RV’s and autos. Tractor trailers were
not the only vehicles that the station serviced. It was
so large and humming with activity, it was the perfect
place to blend in and meet a stranger.

A stranger? Well, perhaps that might not be the best way
to describe who Patti was about to meet. No, he was
someone she had encountered on-line, a few years ago.
They had chatted and spoken on the phone several times.
She had a certain hunger that her husband couldn’t
fulfill, and she figured that the anonymous nature of
the internet would help her in ways she could not
receive at home. At the time, she was taking care of her
parents who were both ill, and she and her husband had
moved back into her childhood home so she could be there
with them full time, while her husband worked. When her
father had passed, she was devastated. She had loved the
man deeply. And shortly after that, the death of her
mother left an even greater void in her life.

Family was a help, but her husband wasn’t the rock of
support she craved. After being the care-taker for so
long, she desired to just have him take charge for once.
Make the decisions about things that mattered. But that
was not the case. Perhaps he was oblivious, or maybe he
didn’t care, but Patti simply NEEDED someone to step in
as the decision maker. She was, as the saying goes,
“burnt out”. A part time job helped to distract her, but
it was not the outlet she craved.

Her “special friend” on the internet was someone she
poured her thoughts and heart out to. They played
“games” where he would order her to do certain things.
Some of these commands were not at all out of the
ordinary, such as what to clothes she had to wear, or
how to do her hair and makeup. Other times, he told her
to do things to herself. Explore her body. Please it,
and herself as well. He had introduced her to the
concept that pain isn’t always a bad thing, but can
actually lead to heightened feelings of arousal and
pleasure.

The fact that she now masturbated several times a week
while attaching over a dozen clothespins to each of her
breasts no longer seemed unusual to her. As one hand
worked her dildo up inside her, the other would reach up
to twist and pinch the wooden clamps tighter around her
tender flesh. How many times had she dropped to her
knees to suck her husband’s cock like a starving animal,
the moment he got home, but fantasized that it was not
her husband’s cum she was swallowing, but that of the
man on the other side of the computer?

On multiple occasions, he had made requests of her that
she was unwilling to try. A meeting between them. Maybe
a weekend away. Pictures. Being able to converse more
freely by telephone. Her reluctance caused a small but
gently widening rift between them. E-mails and
conversations became less frequent, and then… Stopped.
She mourned the loss, and told herself that maybe it was
for the best. But still, she longed for them in a
nostalgic way. He had told her that she was beautiful.
Something she doubted about herself due to her ever
constant battle with weight. “I like women with curves,”
he had stated. She didn’t doubt him for a moment. But
still, she missed their chats.

A few weeks without contact turned into months, and then
a few years. Then one day, she saw a message from him in
her in-box. “I’ve been thinking of you,” was all it
said. She replied at once. “I miss our talks. How are
you?”

Again, contact was resumed. And finally, she made the
decision to meet him. Never, in all the years of her
marriage had she been unfaithful to her husband. Yes,
she had become sexually active at a young age, perhaps
in ways that might not have been healthy or safe, but
she had put that behind her (as she kept telling
herself, with mixed results of believability).

The tipping point was reached when one afternoon, when
her husband returned home, she had wanted sex. Not to
“make love”, but just to have sex. Animal instincts
kicking in, which would lead to brainless fucking to
satisfy her on the most primitive level. She just wanted
an orgasm that she had not induced by her own hands, but
by those of her husband who would take her, and ram
himself in her until she blacked out from the pleasure.

Did she get it? No. He stated that he was “tired” and he
expressed annoyance that she seemed to be wanting more
and more from him, in ways he felt were not “normal”. To
Patti’s husband, sex was done in the dark, at night,
missionary, and not much else. Yes, he enjoyed it when
she sucked him off (what man wouldn’t?) but when she
asked him to reciprocate, he balked. “Yuck, that’s not
normal.” She fought back the tears as he went to shower,
and turned on her lap-top.

“You spend too much time on that thing,” he snapped.

“What the hell else should I be doing?” she snarled
back.

The lap-top was a prized possession. When her old desk-
top computer had caught a “worm of death” that put it
out of commission, once and for all, she scrimped her
cash to buy it. It was pass-coded, and her husband NEVER
was allowed to touch it. Had he managed to get it open,
he would be stunned at what she had saved there.

And when she once again received the invitation to meet,
she accepted.

“Really? No bullshit this time?” No bullshit, Patti
answered. A date and time was set up. The truck stop was
about thirty miles from where Patti lived, and she
doubted anyone would notice her car parked with the
hundreds of others there. She had followed the
instructions to meet him at 10:00 in the morning,
parking in a specific row of the lot. She knew what
vehicle to look for, since she had been informed of what
he was driving. She slung the case that held her lap-top
over her shoulder (it also doubled as an over-sized
purse). He had instructed her to bring it, so he could
teach her some new photo shop effects and to swap
pictures and downloads.

As she approached the SUV, the driver’s side window slid
down. “Hey there, pretty girl. You looking for a date?”
She had to giggle at the goofy smile on his face.

“Maybe,” she answered coyly as she opened the door and
hopped in on the other side.

Suddenly, he was pulling her tightly against his body,
crushing his mouth to hers. She felt a little
lightheaded at the sensation it gave her. Mouths opened,
tongues wrestled, and hands groped across each of them.

“I need you,” she gasped. “Take me wherever it is you
have planned, and just take me.”

“Last chance to back out,” he replied. “Are you sure?”

“TAKE ME!”

He started the SUV and quickly drove out of the parking
lot and towards the road that would take them back onto
I-5. Shortly after that, they were at the motel.

He had selected that particular one for several reasons.
First, it was one to indulge the illicit meetings
between people who didn’t want it known that they had
been there. Cash was the preferred manner of payment. No
credit card receipt trail. Second, it was older, so it
was built a lot more solidly than the newer motels,
which also insured for better sound-proofing. And
finally, the room was on the first floor, around the
back side of the place, away from view to anyone on the
street.

When he shut to door, he paused to look at her. Patti
was, as he had always told her, quite beautiful. Her
long dark brown hair hung nearly to the small of her
back. Smokey eyes, the color of sable looked up at him
as she smiled. Upon his instruction, she slowly
undressed, releasing the top that encased her full
breasts. When she released them from her bra, they fell
slightly as gravity took hold, but the nipples and
areola was a rosy pink. The weight she feared didn’t do
anything unflattering to his eye. In fact, the soft full
curves of her only added to his lust. Once she had
finished, he allowed her to do the same to him. Sitting
on the edge of the bed, he told her to stand next to
him. “I want to inspect you.” As she had been told,
there was not a hair on her body, below her neck.

Patti had worked for hours to shave, wax and exfoliate
herself, so that she was hairless and smooth. “Very
good,” he purred as one hand slipped up between her
thighs to tease the tender moist button of flesh that
awaited his attention. He drew Patti into his lap to
kiss her, and continue to stroke her. She shifted and
opened herself to accept his attentions, delighted at
his praise.

Bodies shifted, and soon Patti found herself on her
back, savoring the sensations of his hands and mouth
that traced patterns across her skin. Closing her eyes,
she tried to reach for him, to feel what would soon be
inside her, but found him brushing her hand away.
“Later,” he had whispered. “Just lie back, and enjoy
this.” And enjoy, she did.

And when at last she felt him open her legs wide to
lower his mouth down onto her sopping pussy, she moaned
with an animal lust that was new to her. She pressed her
hands down upon his head, holding him there as his
tongue worked deeper and deeper into her. Fingers joined
in the explorations, and between his nibbling and
sucking her clit, and stroking the insides of her pussy,
Patti lost control of herself. The orgasm hit her like
none prior in her life. And before she could make sense
of it, he had moved to reposition himself so that her
ankles were at his shoulders, and he was sliding into
her.

“Fuck me,” she moaned. “Oh God, please… Fuck me!” Her
words came is short gasps as he thrust repeatedly into
her. “God… Yes… Fuck me… Fill me up… TAKE ME!”
She didn’t pause to think on his answer; “That’s my
plan.”

She had no idea how long they made the old bed bounce
and creak. All she knew was that her body was releasing
the pent up frustrations that had been coiled up inside
her like a spring, winding ever tighter. She could tell
by his grunts that he was also reaching his climax, and
just as he reached the point of no return, he placed a
hand down to where their bodies were joined, and he
pinched her clit.

She screamed with delight as her eyes rolled back into
her head. Below, she could feel his cum pumping into
her. She knew she would need to shower thoroughly before
she got home, because any sign of another mans cum
oozing from her pussy would be a death blow to her
fragile marriage. But she would enjoy this moment to the
fullest. As his contractions slowed, he paused to grind
himself against her pubic bone, causing yet another
orgasm. Shivering with delight, she allowed herself to
drift…

When she awoke, it was dark. But during the Winter
season in Oregon, “dark” came early. “OH SHIT! WHAT TIME
IS IT???” Never in her imagination could she have
anticipated being fucked so hard, she would pass out for
several hours.

“It’s almost 4:00, pet. What’s the concern?”

“What’s the concern? My husband will be home from work
in thirty minutes! If I’m not there, he will wonder
what’s going on. He will call me every five minutes on
my cell phone until I answer. DAMNIT! You need to take
me to my car so I can go home.”

“No.”

The word was stated firmly, with a quiet resolve.

“No? What do you mean, ‘no’? What the hell…?”

His actions stunned her as much as his words. “I said
‘no’, because I am NOT bringing you back to your car,
and you are NOT going back to that house. And I do NOT
like your tone of voice, little girl.” He smacked her
across her cheek, and her head spun as she felt the side
of her face sting and grow warm.

She held a hand to her face. “You can’t just…”

“I can, and I am. Be honest with yourself, little girl,
you want this. You want someone to take you and remove
you from the life you have grown to hate. Here I am,
ready to do just that. Tell me, little girl, do you
REALLY want to go home to that empty house, to the man
who is more interested in what sports are on TV tonight
and dinner than what you are willing to offer? I want an
answer, little girl.” He stood over her, a sneer on his
face, hands on his hips.

“Patti,” she answered shakily. “My name is Patti, not
‘little girl’.”

“Your name is whatever I decide it will be. You have no
say in the matter. When you prove to me that you have
earned it, I will give you a new name. Until then, I
will call you ‘little girl’ or ‘slut’ or ‘bitch’ or
whatever other designation I think of. Got it?” She
looked up at him, stunned. “I said; ‘GOT IT?'” He
reached down to grab a handful of hair to pull her head
around to face him.

Tears leaked from her eyes. What the hell had she gotten
herself into? Maybe she could play along and then figure
out a way to get away from the situation. “Um… yes,”
she answered meekly.

“Yes, WHAT?” he shook his hand to make her head bounce.

“Yes… Sir?” she shivered.

“That will do for a start. Know that you will address me
from now on as one of the following; ‘Sir’, ‘Master’, or
‘Owner’. You will NOT refer to yourself as ‘Patti’,
since that name no longer applies. You will refer to
yourself as ‘slave’, ‘slut’, ‘bitch’, ‘little girl’ or
‘Masters property’. Is that simple enough for you to
understand?”

“I think so,” she gulped.

Again, his hand lashed across her face. “Wrong way of
answering. Try again.”

She gasped for air, and managed to croak; “Your slave
understands, Sir.”

“Good,” he snarled. “Now I want you to use that mouth of
yours to wash my cock. It’s sticky from filling your
cunt with my cum.”

Kneeling in front of Him, she reached up to touch his
hardening penis. Tracing a finger along the underside,
she could indeed feel the stickiness there, and the
scent of their combined bodily fluids was strong.
Opening her mouth, she gave a brief thought to what
might happen if she were brave enough to bite Him. But
that idea vanished in an instant as he grabbed handfuls
of her hair to pull her face forward. Without question,
she knew He would kill her, if she tried anything.

Quietly, she accepted his cock into her open mouth.
Washing the shaft up and down with her tongue, she made
sure to attend it properly, from the base of His balls,
up to where she wriggled the tip of her tongue in the
small opening at the top. “Not bad, slave,” he grunted.
“Keep this up, and Master will give you a taste treat.”
A gurgle and a nod was her answer. After a short time,
she found herself fighting her gag reflex as he fucked
her face, shoving his cock into the back of her mouth
and partially down her throat. Rocking back and forth on
her knees, she wondered how long He would keep this up.

The answer came soon enough.

Pulling her tight against his groin, He shot His load
down her throat. Most of it she was not able to taste,
since it entered her mouth well beyond her taste buds.
When he finished, he shoved her away and she toppled
over to the floor. “You need to improve your technique,
bitch. But we will have plenty of time for you to work
on that.”

Sprawled naked on the floor, she shivered, as the room
was cool. “Master? Can slave use the bathroom? Please?”

“You need to pee?” He was answered by a nod. “Fine.
Crawl in there.” He opened a door that led to the small
bathroom. There was a toilet, and a sink, but no
bathtub, only a shower stall. “Stop,” he ordered as she
crawled towards the toilet. “You will go into the shower
to pee. Animals squat to relieve themselves. That is
where you will also. If you need to shit, the drain
cover can be removed and you will wash it down. Now
piss.”

Shame caused her to blush brightly. In all of her life,
she had never been able to go to the bathroom when
anyone else was around. “Miss Bashful Bladder” was the
joke for her. Crawling into the shower, she turned to
face the corner as she pulled herself into a squatting
position.

“Turn around,” he commanded. “A slave doesn’t hide
ANYTHING from an Owner. Understand that you are no
longer quite human, but an animal for MY pleasure. What
I state, is Law, and there is no argument. Disobedience
will be punished. Proper behavior rewarded. Understood?”

“Understood, Master.” With a sigh, she turned to face
Him, and did her best not to let the shame keep her from
releasing her bladder. It had been so full, it was
starting to hurt. A slow trickle soon came out. And as
she fought to relax, the trickle turned to a steady
stream. And after that, she felt her bladder fully relax
as it was empty.

“Animals mark their territory with their urine. It is
also a way that ownership is stated. Were you aware of
that?” She nodded. “Good, so I do not need to explain
THIS.”

Suddenly, hot spurts of urine shot from the tip of His
penis and splattered across her face and body.
Instinctively, she tried to cover her face, but his
commands to keep her hands at her side as she crouched
in the shower stall prevented her from doing so. The hot
liquid splashed across her face, into her hair, up and
down her torso, and legs, and in spite of her attempts
to keep it from doing so, some of it entered her nose
and her mouth.

Try as she might, she couldn’t help but spit out the
fluids, to clear the taste from her tongue. “Master is
marking His pet; the little cunt who wants to be owned
and fucked on a daily basis. Soon she will respond like
a bitch in heat, begging for cock in every opening her
body has. And Master will enjoy doing just that, and
many other things. He is SO looking forward to using you
and your body. And after that, maybe He will let you go.
Wouldn’t it be interesting to see how you would explain
yourself and where you had been?” A deep laugh erupted.
“I would very much enjoy seeing that. Or maybe I will
give you to someone else, who will use you. And after
that, you are passed along, like a piece of property,
just a chunk of fuck-meat, waiting for more cum to fill
you up.”

Between the cool air in the bathroom, His words, and the
tart smell of His urine on her skin, she couldn’t help
but whimper and shiver. In the other room, a phone rang,
and she knew it was her husband calling on her cell
phone, asking where she was.

“Do not move or make a sound,” he ordered. Turning, he
went to answer the phone. “Hello? No there is nobody
named ‘patti’ here. Yes, I am sure.” Pause. “Look, I can
understand you are looking for someone, but there is no
‘patti’ here.” Another pause. “Now listen up, asshole,
there is nobody named ‘patti’ here. No need to yell or
be insulting. Wrong number. Try dialing the number
again. Got that?” Shutting the phone off, He removed the
battery from the back of the phone. “No way to trace the
phone location now,” He muttered. Returning to the
bathroom, He looked down at the shivering individual. “I
bet you can guess who that was. Remember, as stated,
there is nobody named ‘patti’ here. Right?”

“You are right, Master,” she whimpered.

“Correct answer. Stay where you are.” He stepped from
the room and shut the door. As she crouched in the
shower, she heard him move around for a few minutes,
then open the front door. It shut, and the silence was
eternal. And then, the door opened and He returned.
Again, she heard him moving around in the bedroom area.
Eventually, He returned. “Hungry?” She nodded. “Fine.
You may return to the bedroom. Crawl.”

Slowly, she made her way across the cold tile and out to
the bedroom. There was a small table in the corner. On
it, was a cooler. Laid out on the table were sandwiches
and what she guessed to be a bottle of beer. “Your food
is there,” he pointed. On the floor, under the table,
were two bowls. One held water, the other was a
substance that she quickly discovered was a mix of dried
kibble and moist dog food. She looked up, pleading
silently. “I thought you said you were hungry. Is this
too good for you? Master can be kind if He chooses to
be. Eat your food like a good pet and you will be
rewarded.”

Just about anything could be endured, if a reward was
possible, she thought to herself. Pulling her hair to
one side, she knelt down before the bowls and lowered
her face to the dog food. The taste was bland, not at
all revolting as first feared. With a few bits of food
smearing across her nose, she managed to clean the bowl
of its contents, while He ate the sandwiches. “Very
good!” He smiled. Master is pleased to see pet learning.
As a reward, you will be allowed to ask one question.
You may not get the answer you want, but then again,
Master will at least answer.”

It took a few moments before she decided how to phrase
her question. “Master, why did You treat slave so nice
earlier, when she was still ‘patti’?”

“Do you mean when we first got here?” A nod of yes.
“Simple. The person who was patti needed to be treated
like a woman, one last time. A person who was of value.
She had done so many good things for the people she
loved, but once they had gone, there was nobody she
needed to be ‘patti’ for. The man who was her husband
didn’t deserve her. So I decided that it was time to
remove her. There was no longer a need for ‘patti’ to
exist. Now Master will take what was once ‘patti’, and
reshape her into something else. His slave. Does that
answer your question?” Shoulders slumped, head bowed,
she nodded.

“Good. Now Master is tired, and needs to rest. Come.” He
pointed to a spot on the floor in front of His feet.
Kneeling, she waited. “You will wear this, unless I say
otherwise. For how long it is needed, is up to you.” He
reached into a duffle bag that she hadn’t noticed
earlier. Removing a choker collar, He turned to face
her. “ALL domesticated animals are to wear a collar.
There will be no exception concerning you. Also, since
Master likes it quiet when he sleeps…” A ball-gag
followed.

There were dozens of pictures of gagged women on her
lap-top, so she knew what to do. Opening her mouth, she
waited as he secured the rubber ball in her mouth,
pushing it gently in and then tightening the strap
around the back of her head. “This WILL NOT be removed
by anyone other than me. Understood?” A nod of agreement
followed. “Now, in the cage.”

That was when she saw the portable dog kennel. Normally,
it would have held a dog about the size of an average
German Shepherd. Crawling, she managed to squeeze
herself inside and waited for the door to be secured.
There was no way to move freely or turn around. At least
there was a thin sheet on the bottom of the cage, so her
knees wouldn’t scrape on the plastic liner tray.
Shivering in the dark, she tried to doze off, wondering
why He had decided to go to sleep so early, since it was
not even six in the evening, and what else He had in
mind for her.

The darkness had deepened, when she drifted back towards
some level of consciousness. In the cage, she was forced
to half-kneel, and crouch, with her backside pressed
against the heavy wire bars behind her. Slightly
disoriented, she shut her eyes as the lights came on,
blinding her.

“Nap time is over,” He stated as he opened the cage.
Upon his instruction, she backed out of the cage, trying
not to scream around her gag as legs started to cramp as
she moved them. He studied her as she cowered at His
feet. “Thirsty?” Looking up, she nodded ‘yes’. Again,
the air whistled as his hand came across her face,
causing it to snap to one side. “A slave is NEVER to
look her Master in the eye, unless directed. For that,
the gag stays in longer.” A whimper and a demure nod was
her answer. “I know animals usually need to relieve
themselves when they awaken. No doubt the same is true
of you. Crawl to the shower.”

As she entered the bathroom, she could see that sometime
earlier, He had taken a screwdriver and removed the
drain cover in the shower. There was a four inch open
hole in the bottom of the stall. Squatting, she released
her urine, but could feel her stomach clench at the idea
of what else she would need to do. “I suppose the idea
of taking a shit in front of Me is not something you are
comfortable with. I will help you get things started.”

Grabbing her, he pulled her out of the shower and spun
her around, so her face was back inside, pressed to the
cold tile, damp with her piss. Not quite understanding
what was next, she felt the cheeks of her ass being held
open, and a glob of petroleum jelly was applied to her
sphincter. His finger worked the jelly around her anus,
and then inward. Suddenly, she felt his cock pressing
into her sphincter.

In spite of her many years of wanting to have one there,
this would be the first time one was inside her. “If you
resist, it will hurt more.” Resigning herself, she
relaxed enough to allow Him passage without fighting.
She expected that He would ram inside her repeatedly,
but that was not the case. He just entered her and
stayed deep. All at once, a new sensation filled her and
her eyes widened. Warmth was filling her up. It could
only mean that He was filling her with his urine.

“Master is filling up slave’s asshole with his piss and
this will make the shit come out. If slave resists
shitting in front of Master in the future, Master will
fill her ass with other liquids, and He will use a LOT
more of them.” Then He was finished. “Now Master will
remove his cock from the slaves ass. If a SINGLE drop
leaves, Master will remove the gag and it will be
cleaned up by the slaves tongue.

Slowly, she felt His cock ease out from inside. And just
as He was about to fully exit, He paused. “Ready?” And
then He was out. Fighting every instinct to release her
bowels, she knelt still, awaiting His orders. “Now turn
around and shit.” Backing into the shower stall, she
squatted slightly, and relaxed. The loose mixture that
erupted from inside splashed and splattered in the
shower.

A pungent odor came to her nose, and she somehow managed
not to vomit into the gag, as it blended in with the
stink of her hair and skin from His earlier scent-
marking of her body. After the initial flow, she managed
to relax. The relief was tangible. “I think there is
still more,” He stated, and yes, He was correct. After a
few moments, she could feel her stomach clench and
again, loose shit exited her ass. Crouching on the floor
of the shower, shit splattered all around her shivering
body, she wondered what humiliation would be given to
her next.

Cold water from the shower-head was her answer. It
rained down on her, and she allowed it to wash across
her body, thinking only that it would wash the stink and
mess away. Then, gradually, the water warmed to a
comfortable level. “Stand,” He ordered. Again, legs
cramped as she stood, bracing herself against the tile
walls. He reached around and removed the gag, then
handed her a bottle of liquid soap and a washcloth.
“Clean yourself up. Master will be inspecting His
property afterwards.”

Luxuriating in the water, she turned her face to the
shower head and opened her mouth. Gulping water
greedily, she let the rest of it flow across her body.
Soon soap covered every inch possible, washing away the
scent of sweat, shit and piss. He stood there, watching
silently. And she knew there was some type of test he
was giving her. Turning, she saw that there were still
dark stains on His cock. Dropping to her knees, she
gestured for Him to come closer.

As He stood in front of her, she started to reach up for
him, but paused. “Good slut,” was His answer. “Master
does need his cock cleaned, but you will not touch Him
unless instructed.” He took a step closer. “Now the
slave will clean Master.”

She gently took His cock and stroked it, causing it to
swell. Once erect, she caressed it with the washcloth to
get it lathered up, working it across the length, from
the tip to His balls. As she did so, she could see Him
getting clean. In spite of the situation, she felt
pleased that she was doing this for Him. “Master,” she
said softly. “Earlier You stated that slave needed to
improve on cock sucking skills. Will You allow slave to
practice now?” His answer surprised her. “No. Master
will allow that later. Now finish up.” He turned and
left her under the running water.

When she re-entered the room on her hands and knees,
noting that He was now dressed, He placed the ball-gag
in again, and ordered her back into the cage. “Master
needs to take care of a few things.” He held up her cell
phone, along with another. “You see these? One of them
was yours. Not longer. The other is the one you used to
call Me on. The number is not traceable, because it was
a ‘pay-as-you-go’ phone. All transactions done by cash.
So when phone records are reviewed, there is no
connection.

The only calls ever received on it were from this other
phone. Law enforcement will never trace it. As for your
old internet provider trying to trace I.P address’,
well, I have used enough re-routes through servers
located in countries that the United States has no legal
partnership with, so that is also untraceable. Now do
not go anywhere. I will be back soon.” As the door
closed, she tried to curl up in the cage, and wondered
what He would do to her when He returned.

Outside, the sound of the SUV engine roaring to life,
and gravel crunching as it pulled away, reached her
ears. She thought about her husband, and how angry he
would be that she was not there. He might call people
they knew, searching for her. As for the police, it
would be at least twenty four hours before they would
even think of her as a missing person. Who knew where
she would be by then, or if she would even still be
alive?

“No,” she reminded herself. Master had said he would
train her, so that meant He intended to let her live.
Searching her soul, she thought about what had happened.
Maybe part of it had been her fault? After all, she had
teased and flirted with several men over the years, but
never acting fully on their offers. Was it possible that
she had finally met the one person, who would no longer
put up with her coy behavior, and she needed to be
educated about actions having reactions, and they were
not always what were expected? Shivering in the cool
air, she tried not to worry.

“He WILL come back for me,” she thought. Suddenly, a new
thought came to her mind; “No, rephrase that. Master
will return for His slave. That way she can learn and
maybe serve Him more.” The concept of a person holding
sway on her existence actually excited her slightly. “No
responsibility!” she thought. After so many years of
dealing with everything, when all she wanted was to just
be told “It will be okay,” instead of “Go deal with it,”
actually sounded good! As for the husband, well, that
marriage had become more and more “in name only”, since
the love she had for him was long faded. Habit and
routine kept them together, more than anything else.

Time dragged, and eventually, she heard His returning
footsteps after the SUV was parked. He looked down at
her in the cage, and smiled. “There is a freight yard
not too far from here. Sort of a terminal hub for trains
traveling across the country. At this moment, there is a
box car headed towards Montana. It holds assorted
produce, and your reactivated cell phone. There were a
number of angry sounding voice mails on it. No doubt
that by the time it reaches Bozeman, the mailbox will be
full. If anyone were to try and triangulate the signals
on the phone to find you, they are in for a long, cold
trip.” He opened the cage and ordered her onto the bed.

Before she realized what was happening, He had placed an
electrical tazer against her side. Gasping, she blacked
out.

“I can be a gracious Master, if I choose to be.” The
words drifted through the fog in her mind. Fighting
towards consciousness, she felt new pains in her body.
Her breasts burned at the nipples, and every time she
moved her hips, her pussy stung enough to bring tears to
her eyes. “Master decided that His pet needed to be
asleep when he placed the metal rings in sluts body. I
will allow you to inspect My handiwork.”

Ideas were already forming in her mind as to what had
been done to her. As her hands traced along her body,
these thoughts were confirmed. A large ring was secured
through each of her breasts. Not through the nipple, but
going into the flesh just outside the rim of her areola.
The rings curved around to come back out and were
threaded together by a small locking ball.

Gently probing, she discovered that there was no way
they would ever leave her body without tearing her flesh
open. The second hand went between her legs. There were
more rings there. Two on each side of her labia, and
another one just at the clit. Flicking that particular
one accidentally, her eyes widened in the sensations of
pain as well as the tingle of pleasure. After all, she
had often placed a clothespin there while masturbating,
so the feelings were not unknown.

“So tell me, what do you think?”

“What slave thinks doesn’t matter, Master,” she
whispered.

“Good answer,” He smiled. “And for that, you will
receive a reward.” From his pocket, he withdrew a small
square of chocolate and placed it on her stomach.

After the treatment of the day, along with the meal of
dog food and water, this small act touched her. Tears
leaked from her eyes. “Thank You, Master. Thank You.”
Gingerly she tore open the square of dark chocolate. It
was her favorite brand. She fought the urge to pop the
entire thing in her mouth. Taking small nibbles, she
savored the taste.

“Remember,” He continued, “this can be easy, or hard,
depending on certain behaviors. If slave is good, slave
is rewarded. If not, slave is punished. Sounds simple
enough, right?”

Yes, it was simple enough, and slave knew she needed to
be good, for her own good.

Master fucked slave many times that night. He stuffed
His cock into her ass, mouth, and pussy repeatedly. For
a man nearing fifty, He didn’t seem to need much time to
recover before He was once again erect and back inside
her. And slave learned that if she lay on the bed with
her head hanging off, Master could easily slide the
entire length of his cock into her mouth and partially
down her throat as He stood over her. He would pump away
at her face, until she was almost blacking out from lack
of air, and then He would pull out to let her gasp. Then
slave would open her mouth to receive Masters cock once
more. The bouncing of flesh caused some pain where the
metal rings had entered slave’s body, but slave knew
that would diminish as she healed.

As the night progressed into the following morning,
slave found her mind drifting more and more. She was
beginning to resign herself to the fact that Master did
indeed have control of her, and she was helpless. She
dared not try to escape, because what were her options?
Run naked in the Oregon winter to the road, searching
for help? How would slave explain what was happening,
and what had gotten her to that point? And if slave
stopped to think about it, her body was physically
responding to Masters use. He was making slave sore, and
tender in some areas, but in others, slave craved more
attention. The repeated fucking of her ass and pussy had
her whimpering more and more, not from pain, but from
desire. Master sensed this and would reward slave with
little breaks and bits of chocolate or food, the same
way as any Master trained a pet.

The rings in her flesh were put to good use. Master
would attach weights to them on occasion, or a length of
cord and tug, causing slave to whimper and do as
directed. Several times, Master had her stand perfectly
still while the weights dangled and pulled her flesh
tight. To offset the pain, Master would also have
assorted vibrators tucked inside slaves ass or pussy, on
varying settings. Between the pain and the pleasure,
slave was usually delirious. If she moved because of the
pleasure from the vibrators, the weights bounced,
pulling and sending shock-waves through abused nerve
endings.

By the morning of the third day, slave didn’t care.
There was no doubt in her weakened mind that she would
now stay with Master for as long as He wished. All slave
could do was try to serve Him and keep Him pleased, so
He would continue to use and enjoy slave.

In the pre-dawn light that was turning the sky purple
and pink (like many of the bruises across her body from
many spanking), Master loaded His SUV with the
belongings He had brought with Him. He also placed the
lap-top that slave had brought along, with plans to use
it to post pictures of slave on specific websites for
the world to see, provided you know where to look.
Crouched and waiting in the shower stall after relieving
herself, slave listened to the activity. And when Master
came inside with the leash, she crawled up to him and
rolled onto her back in the submissive pose of a dog.

“Well pet, Master is ready to go home, and He has
decided you are worthy of coming along. Back on your
knees.” As slut turned back over, a leash was snapped
onto the collar. Crawling out the front door, slave
dared not look around to see if anyone else was watching
them. Master would not be happy if slave did that.
Master opened the back door to the SUV, and guided slave
up and in. “Unless you want to ride all the way back to
California in the cage, I want you to stay down on your
side, and under this sheet. I will stop on occasion to
allow food and bodily functions. Understood?”

“Yes, Master, slave understands.”

As slave lay across the back seat, the woman that was
once ‘Patti’ finally receded from her mind. She didn’t
care anymore, and resigned herself to her new fate. And
that made slave smile, because, wasn’t it what she had
wanted for so long? For someone to take full control and
dictate things as He wanted? Settling down for the long
drive, slave smiled, and wondered when Master would
grant her a new name.

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