Two Road Whores, Rode Hard

First question, is that title grammatically correct?
I meant to put "Two Road Whores, Rode Hard".

I am going to cut and paste my rough draft of this story starter, to get feedback. I have the new version of word, so I wasn't sure what format was the most universal to save them in. I normally put my chapters all in one document, but I find that if you submit a story its better to have them in a page for each chapter.

So apologies in advance if this is verbose. Your thoughts on this are appreciated. I put in some ironic comments about people who take a while in the set up of their stories, as most of this is set up.
==========================Two Road Whores, Rode Hard

CHAPTER ONE: Prologue
In 2007, in an age when the Internet had made accessible what was once only available to a select few, all manner of fetishes and kinks. If you could dream of a fetish, be it a woman sitting on an apple pie, or being forced to itch herself for hours after having laid in ants, all the way from the most sensual to the most humiliating, it was available on the internet to see or read about it for free.

This was also a time of Youtube celebrityism. If you could do something outrageously stupid, you could be a super star. A girl could get on there and talk about how she likes to fart during sex and smell it, and suddenly she has 300,000 subscribers to her inane ramblings about farting.

Brittany Spears vagina was the lead story on the NBC nightly news, and when that failed to shock, she shaved her head.

They stopped reporting on men teachers having sex with their students. It was too boring and common place. You had to be a hot 26 year old female blonde teacher or have run a prostitution ring in the sixth grade or something ‘interesting’ to make the news.

Astronauts and Senators were wearing diapers and travelling across country in insane races to see who was the more disturbed.

Our Society had gone a long way from the outrage we would have shown over anything nearly as provocative or scandalous.

So it should be no stretch of the imagination to you, that Susan Anderson, a wife and career woman at one of the nations largest banks was about to make a life changing decision.

Susan was 36 years old, an attractive woman who did pilates, watched what she ate, was a fan of American Idol and Survivor, liked watching CSI. She dyed her hair a nice natural red to cover up the dirty ash blonde that was just now starting to get a few grays (only she would have noticed).
Susan had a nice career as a project manager at a Bank, and she managed a team of all male software developers and analysts who looked to her to make important decisions about resource allocations and when to schedule a ‘go/no-go’ meeting or a half a dozen other change management processes.
Susan’s Husband of 11 years was a nice guy, he worked out, played racquetball, spent time with her 15 year old Daughter Amanda, and her 12 year old Son Michael.

The both drove nice gas guzzling SUVs on their short commute from Julington creek country club to work.

In short, she was the typical suburban American woman, and she was bored with her life.

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CHAPTER TWO: Susan’s Background and why you should not use your cell phone and drive…

To understand why Susan was about to make an life altering choice, you must first revisit Susan’s childhood and upbringing. She was a middle child in a family of six growing up in the deep south in the 1980s.
She was the first in her family to ever attend college, but there was still a lot of the trailer park beginnings left in her psyche. She remembers a woman named “Savannah” who used to wear short-shorts a tube top and high heels as she smoked a Camel while she toted her dirty clothes to the Trailer Park Laundromat/Swimming pool.

Savannah would get cat calls and whistles from all the men in the neighborhood, as a guy in a 74 impala muscle car did a burn-out or neutral drop to ‘impress her’ as he rode off she’d call out some smart alecky, sarcastic comment like Flo from that old “Mel’s Diner” show, you know where it was basically “Kiss my Grits!”, but you knew she loved the attention.
Images like that, and the ones of her overhearing her white-trash brothers having snuck to Savannah’s window at night, having to actually wonder if she was walking around topless in her trailer because she KNEW they were watching?

Susan had to ask herself, what kind of woman would do that? And she also wondered if her brothers would have felt like it was more of an accomplishment if she didn’t know they were watching.
Susan’s observations growing up are only a part of the reason she was about to get on yahoo messenger and make a contact that would change her life. The other reason aside from the growing boredom in how she was living, was that she had a lot to atone for in her life.

Susan had cheated on her husband Jim at the last Christmas party. She wasn’t sure why she picked the office douche-bag, but she chalks it up to being drunk. Some how she found herself after drinking just a few shots of vodka out in this guys car, and back at a motel room, and she let him fuck her in the ass. Something she hadn’t even let Jim do. She had to admit, it wasn’t as gross as she thought it was going to be.

Susan was selfish with her affection and attention with the people closest to her. Most of all her family. Yes, she took her son Michael to Soccer practice and her daughter Amanda to dance rehearsal, but she didn’t really ‘pay’ attention to them. She never called her own parents any more, it was just easy to lose herself in work and her own petty TV watching and book reading. She thought to herself, that career and family was a hard balance, and that there would be time later to ‘make family time’ and have a Griswold Road Trip Vacation like that old National Lampoon vacation where the family goes on across the country adventure that brings them all closer together, despite the hardships they face.

Jim, her husband got the least amount of affection. She’d routinely go to bed with him and smile knowing that she was going tobe rigid or look forward to getting the ‘sex over with’ so she could bore him with a long talk about their feelings.

She secretly felt it was almost like pavlovs dog. If he had sex with her, she’d follow it with a session of taling about the relationship and feelings. Eventually, he did just what she expected he would, saving his intimacy requests for only times when he really needed it. In a (passive aggressive way) she felt that maybe she was helping him pick and choose his time more wisely.

Susan was impatient and pushy at work. She enjoyed bullying the weaker programmers on her team. If they were geeky star wars experts, she’d like to throw in a dig like “well that should get you a date” noticing all the action figures in their cube. She got a kick out of making them feel smaller, and she secretly thought it may be helping them to change their behavior (in a passive aggressive way).

Susan is a Taurus, and a stubborn one. She likes to get her way and she likes to butt heads. Susan respects people who butt back, but she would never tell you that to your face.

Susan was also lazy. She had a house keeper who took care of the housework and laundry, and she would routinely pull out her ‘blackberry’ and work on that instead of actually doing her pilates. She was usually multi-tasking at all times, doing three things at once.

That is probably the reason she didn’t notice the Truck behind her, when she pulled out sharply onto I-95 and was subsequently slammed from behind.

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CHAPTER THREE: Susan installs Yahoo IM and her life changes.

Susan was going to be out of work for a few weeks, maybe even two months. She was supposed to ‘work from home’ but like some who do that, the temptation to turn on Jerry Springer and eat a bowl of Trix in your PJs became too great. She needed the constant stimulus of human interaction to motivate her and the peace and quiet of her immaculate House during the day, punctuated only by the sounds of her maid cleaning up for a few minutes a day was simply not getting it.

She checked the internet. She checked stocks, news, weather, sports. Yuck. How boring. What else is the internet good for?
Pornography?

Seems Jim had a fetish for pornography. She was looking in his pictures folder at some of the stuff he saved. “Tch, tch..Jim likes Anna Kournikova?” She couldn’t help but be a little disappointed by what she saw.
It was pretty soft-care to say the least. Mostly just very airbrushed and glossy bodies in skimpy clothes.

Susan had to admit, that she was curious what her own butthole looked like. Ever since that last Christmas when she had been pumped full of hot semen down her chocolate-hole, she had been wondering what it had looked to him.
Soon Google provided (for free) at least 20 different variations of what it probably looked like, from a quarter sized gaping hole, to a tiny little belly button sized pucker. A Pink star to a brown-tinted wrinkled shooting star shaped gap.
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Who were these women? Didn’t they care if their gramma was googling and some one saw them?

Oh my gosh, 786,000 entries for images of pornography on the internet. I guess what are the chances that some one you know, will see pictures of you?

She did a few more google searches over the next few days and found everything from a woman letting a cat eat her pussy, to a youtube video of high school girls (at least she hoped they were at least high school age) doing ‘booty clap’ competitions in their bedroom, where in G-strings they put their butt to the webcam and practiced slapping their asscheeks together while dancing set to akon music.

She made a mental note to get rid of Amanda’s webcam, but then later assumed that her own daughter would never find rap music entertaining so its probably not worth the effort.

Eventually she found a bdsmstories.com site and started reading some dirty stories. Mostly they were boring affairs where the author took at least three chapters before getting to anything sexual or provocative, OR they were tiny vignettes just describing a sexual encounter. She wasn’t sure which one was more boring, but every now and then she’d find a real juicy one.

That kept her coming back. Stories where the woman was not unlike her, perhaps a Teacher and she was blackmailed into submission. “Ooh that’s juicy. See, she isn’t a nasty woman who just wants to do something nasty, she HAS Too, don’t you see how that is so much better? The justification for her actions.” She thought to herself. “She has to way the risk of doing more, to the reward of getting out of the situation.”

Clever authors who made believable characters that she could relate too. She was starting to see a few favorites now that she learned that when a story is ‘8kb’ it means it is so small and short that its going to just be a few paragraphs and that wasn’t her style at all.

In the evenings when Jim and the kids came home, she was back to how she always was, but during the day she was starting to play with herself without realizing it.

There needed to be more though. This was just a little naughty, what else is there? Yahoo messenger…

It didn’t take too long for Susan to navigate how the yahoo personals and collarme sites worked in order to find a collection of real people on the other end to talk too about things. She found that for the most part they fell into two or three categories.

CATEGORY ONE:

Nice old men who are bored out of their mind, who have wives that may or may not participate in their interests. These guys felt that ‘blackmail’ was too complicated a plot line. They just wanted someone to submit because they wanted too. What was the fun in that?

Seemed like if you wanted to be hurt or humiliated, to Susan that was more like an extrovert that needs a shove.

CATEGORY TWO:
Horny net geeks who are bored out of their mind. They make the programmers look cool in comparison. Star Wars or Star Trek? Too mainstream. These dipwads are into battlestar galactica and something called “Farscape”. Hell she didn’t even know they were making a new battle star galactic and the other show she’d call “Fart-escape” just to make these guys feel more stupid.

They too seldom proved to be very interesting. They didn’t get the interests Susan was starting to develop and frankly Susan didn’t either.
You see she would talk to them about a story or something they read, and to some extent she was doing ‘cybersex’ without realizing it was called that. She was picturing herself in the situation, as the main character.

So she wanted them to help her visualize it, and most guys just were not getting it. They saw the elaborate back story and motivation as really non-essential window dressing. What was important to them was talking about tits, asses and pussies and what they were going to do those three things.
Their ideal stories usually involved getting right too it, and usually the woman was ‘getting off on’ her wicked treatment. What kind of wicked bitch gets off on being kept naked in a cage? She thought.

Two Road Whores, Rode Hard

CHAPTER FOUR: CATEGORY THREE AT BAT

CATEGORY THREE:
This was the guy who ‘got it’. Smart and funny, and rare as all get out. This was a man who could make her laugh, and who could keep up with her mentally. He was able to pick up on what kinds of things she was asking and roll with them, or he too had a twisted little imagination and was looking for the same thing.

Susan wasn’t sure, because she had only met a couple guys like this with the Yahoo tool, when she finally met the last one.
Trucker69, was one of these guys.

He apparently had a laptop with him in his Truck, and his life was Trucking. He didn’t own a home. He would stay at the truck stops, or park his truck with friends and family in a lot next door for a few days in between loads.
He had some time and was chatting with her. He wanted a woman to join him on the road and she typed

Sexysusan: “So you want a woman to be like a lot lizard? Sucking off men and giving you the cash, huh?”

Trucker69: “Damn Straight”

She thought to herself for a moment, what that would be like. That Clark Griswold family truckster vacation she always envisioned taking when they had the time, except in a big old semi-truck.

Sexysusan: too bad I have kids, or I would do it. She consoled, not really taking the idea seriously, it was so over the top.

Trucker69: “Bring them with ya, they can home school on the truck.”
She stopped for a moment. In fact, she paused for a while. Why did she suddenly feel a release? As if ‘getting away’ from it all, was a good idea?
In the next couple of weeks, she talked exclusively to Trucker69 during the day, who incidentally was named “Tucker”. Kind of poetic, I guess. They talked about “What if” she really did agree to live on his truck.

The first question that had to be answered before they could get into ‘what’ they were doing, was why they were doing it. Tucker it was a no-brainer, he wanted a slutty companion on his lonely truck rides to break the silence and amuse his sadistic mind.

In her case though, the answer was a more complex one. There was no ‘blackmail’, no ‘Good girl accidentally has to be a bad girl’. So why was she doing this?

It was atonement for all the bad behavior she ever did. How she put down men, how she enjoyed making them feel small. How she was a bitch by anyones standards. Sneaking around and cheating on Jim and then denying him sex or making it less likely he’d want her to do her wifely duties.
It was a motivator to be ‘put in her place’ and made to serve him, and be made to live for the amusement of others, humble her prideful nature and make her less lazy.

It was so that she did not look back on her life at 65 years old and go “Well that was mild. I took no risks and lived a life quite ordinary.”

(more to come, as this is really just the set up)

Two Road Whores, Rode Hard

CHAPTER FIVE: A life less ordinary (The Rules of the Road)

They worked out in advance how it would work. As a project manager, she followed the DMAIC process. Define – That is where you figure out the problem to solve. She had done that.
Measure and Analyze was where you basically figure out what you are going to do.

Improve and Control, well that was what she thought would happen. This behavior in her would be improved as she was trained and controlled.
So here is how it would work:

They were going to go on a trial basis. She was going to have to figure out what to tell Jim, but she was going to get on the Truck and live by his rules.
That involved her being naked at all times in the truck, and even some times sleeping in a cage under the bed. He had sent her pictures of the cramped cabin. She would have a box with ‘slut clothes’ in it, where tube tops, and shirts that said “Party Naked” or daisey duke shorts, would be pulled from at random by her, and that would be her clothes for the day when they went off the truck. They had agreed on ‘street legal’ but with a hint of ass crack/boob being the ‘limit’.

Setting limits was important to Susan and she hoped to Tucker as well. After all, saying “Yes you can cage me” was all well and good, but what if it was for a month at a time? She was picturing the kind of muscle cramps and where exactly she would piss or eat.

She was to dress the part of a whore, and he was going to actually make her work outside the truck serving strange men. She wasn’t afraid of catching a STD. She had recently watched a show of Penn and Teller’s “Bullshit” on Showtime that put into perspective how many people die daily driving 85 mph on a highway versus how many people catch an STD from a low risk partner.
Speaking for experience in her situation having been in a car accident recently, that made sense to her.

Plus this was a really naughty thing she was talking about doing. She was listening to him with an open mind and she was also considering that if she was going to go for a life altering change, this was starting to sound like quite the bitter pill to swallow.

She was coming to the computer butt naked these days, even if the maid was home and some times even after her husband or kids got home from work, and then going “Oh hell, you saw me naked before. I just got busy and forgot after I took a shower.”

They covered all the expectations on how she was to bathe, do make up, shit and piss (He was expecting her to say “Master, may I please shit” because she was so used to saying politely ‘go to the bathroom and he thought it was humbling her pridefulness). He was right.
They covered all the expectations of how she was to walk, talk, act in public.

The idea they had that really started to help flesh this out from reality was the clever concept of “Carrot on a Stick”.
Power exchange usually flows only one direction and often it has already flowed completely.

“DO IT”

“YES SIR”

And that is all there is too it. The woman has checked herself out of concern for what becomes of her, and the man is just working a robot who does whatever he tells it to do.

Imagine if you had the hottest woman in the planet and she would do everything you said. But you had to manipulate her arms and legs like a puppet because she was brain dead? That has to get boring after a while.
So while they were going to have absolute expectations. Her posture was to be a certain way, and she had to call ALL men SIR and all women Ma’am, they also had some flexibility in their plan for things they could not anticipate and to give her a reason to work harder.

The Whip makes the donkey move.

The Carrot makes the donkey RUN!

Here is how Tucker phrased it;
“You see, even if for the first 90 days I do not own you long term, while you are on the truck, you are my bitch. I own you, lock, stock and barrel and I own your holes too.”

“So it makes sense then that I want you to pay me rent on those holes to be entitled to the basic priveledges of life I am going to allow you while you train as a slut on board my truck.”
She was enthralled and curious.

“You will pay me 500 “Scooby Snacks”. You know how when Scooby doesn’t want to go in the Haunted House, he says “Ruh-Roh, raggy?””.
“Would you do it for a Scooby Snack?” and he shakes his head. Well the risk to you is going to be that if you don’t do what is asked of you now, you’ll have hell to pay later.”

“You see if you do not have my 500 Scoobies by the end of the Month, then you have to serve a week of hell week in the back of the truck mostly.”
You will earn the scoobies, one of two ways. Some of them, are standard rate. For every dollar you bring back in cash from tricking, you get 1 scoobie. They made a list of some of the tasks that she had no choice in, like to go serve a stranger, and how that paid out to her in Scooby snacks.
The other way is like a challenge or a bet. I will give you a choice to go above and beyond the limits we agreed on. Lets say for instance, its 10pm at night and I tell you to walk to the mens bathroom and use it from the truck, which is about 100 yards away. You are not going to have anything on except your collar and a butt plug. If you get inside you must use the bathroom with the stall door open (if they even have one) and if anyone passes by, you have to ask him kindly “Sir, would you please return my butt plug, my trainer won’t allow me to reinsert it and he will punish me if I come back without it in.”

If you come back without the plug, you get 1 scooby and you’ll bend over and count off 25 stinging swats to the ass cheeks, if you come back with it in, you get 5 scoobies and I won’t have to insert it when you get back before you get put away for the night.”

They got the idea for the term ‘scooby snack’ because she had the TV on and instead of daytime talk or Springer, it happened to be on “Scooby-Doo”. It admittedly sounded a little silly, but at the same time kind of fun and creative.

She was loving his brutal talk, and wondering if she could live this way. She discovered she could also buy one time immediate privileges from a list. If she wanted a smoke (which she planned to start up again once she started this, thinking she would need them), or some kind of privilege she could buy it with the understanding that his obligation was to give only at least opportunity to make 500 scoobies in a month and that any extra above and beyond she had to make while in the process of earning the bare minimum.

Once they had worked out the details to this, and the tests and rituals that would count as milestones to there moving forward, she had one more question…

CHAPTER SIX: The Sixty-Four Scooby Question:

Aside from the many ‘what if’ scenarios that raced through Susan’s mind, and the question of whether she could even LIVE like this. She had a big question on her brain. You see to answer the question of whether she could live like this, she would have to actually LIVE that way, all the imagination in the world could not tell her if she had what it takes to dive into the deep end of an alternative lifestyle and chuck it all. Live on the open road.
Susan had found her twisted mind actually helping by coming up with suggestions on how to best use her and train her. She had a hard time justifying why she was giving them? Would the blackmailed heroine to her favorite story give suggestions to her captor? Only if she secretly feared they would do worse things to her.

Hmmm, that almost seemed plausible. In reality, it was just that she wanted to ensure that this training felt as real as it could be. That she didn’t feel like Susan anymore but as “Kitten” the new slut on board Tucker’s truck. If she felt like she was just play acting for a time, and not really 24/7 this person it wouldn’t seem as real .

The Big Question she had to answer though, before they could set a date was; What to tell her family. Surely, they needed to know where she was going, and why?
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This is where I need your help. What should the families reaction be?

I want Michelle to end up on the truck, but do I want Jim or her son Michael on the truck? To be cool with their mom leaving?

What is a plausible and most likely reason for her daughter to go with them?

Once she does agree, Susan is going to work out rules to shield the daughter from the bulk of what she does, but soon discover her daughter thinks its 'cool' and a way to get attention.

Okay, without any cross roads feedback i decided to make it painless for Susan to start her new life. Any feedback so far? ideas for the story?

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Two Road Whores, Rode Hard

CHAPTER SIX: The Sixty-Four Scooby Question:

Aside from the many ‘what if’ scenarios that raced through Susan’s mind, and the question of whether she could even LIVE like this. She had a big question on her brain. You see to answer the question of whether she could live like this, she would have to actually LIVE that way, all the imagination in the world could not tell her if she had what it takes to dive into the deep end of an alternative lifestyle and chuck it all. Live on the open road.

Susan had found her twisted mind actually helping by coming up with suggestions on how to best use her and train her. She had a hard time justifying why she was giving them? Would the blackmailed heroine to her favorite story give suggestions to her captor? Only if she secretly feared they would do worse things to her.

Hmmm, that almost seemed plausible. In reality, it was just that she wanted to ensure that this training felt as real as it could be. That she didn’t feel like Susan anymore but as “Kitten” the new slut on board Tucker’s truck. If she felt like she was just play acting for a time, and not really 24/7 this person it wouldn’t seem as real .

The Big Question she had to answer though, before they could set a date was; What to tell her family. Surely, they needed to know where she was going, and why?

In the interest of a good story, I am going to tell you that Tucker and Susan spent hours talking about ‘what ifs’ on how to approach this, everything from running off and leaving a note, to faking an abduction and all points in between.

Ultimately they decided to be honest. Susan was to come clean, that she needed a break, from everything not just Jim. She was going to be living on the road and she was going to phone home and she may even come back if she finds she had a change of dreams.

She didn’t go into detail that she’d be living as a whore and a slave on the road or exactly why she was choosing this, other than she knew she needed a change. That seemed like a good compromise to the truth.

At the same time, she also wanted the monkey off her back, she wanted to be totally obvious about how she’d be living. She pictured her friends from work and the gym as they saw her saunter in some place with a big leather collar around her neck in a plaid miniskirt and white tank top and fuck-me pumps and how they’d be so shocked. How the women may be impressed she had the courage to go through with living this fantasy out, how the men would get a little hard and amused.

In the end though, when she told Jim he was more concerned about the possibility of divorce costing him half of his assets and how this would affect the kids, then he was of convincing her to stay.

She said “Jim, we’ll circle back after I’ve been out there for ninety days and I’ll sign any divorce papers you want if I do not come home. Think of this as a separation. You can go to hooters, you can be a little wild, whatever you think is fine with me.

He actually seemed pretty supportive of this idea, but the question fo custody of the kids?

She said jokingly “well you could take one, and I’d take the other, haha.”
Jim thinking she was serious blurted out “I’ll keep Michael”

Susan couldn’t help but asked why he made that choice so quickly.
Jim’s response was that Michael is a boy, and Amanda is already in puberty and he wasn’t prepared to deal with bras, birth control and dating. After a slight pause he amended that to say “Alone, at least.”.

Susan smirked and thought about it and she realized that she had power over Jim. Far from being totally pissed at her for breaking up the family, this guy was caught up in the American Justice System: The Father is lucky to keep half his stuff and get to visit his kids in a divorce. She could demand almost anything she wanted.

She also had a fall back plan, because she wasn’t sure if she could live out on the road this way. She could always just come back and make up with Jim. That’d be easy enough. So as long as she didn’t twist the knife on him, she could probably kiss him good bye at the door when Tucker came to pick her up!

That is exactly what happened, except that when she told Michael and Amanda that she was going to go, they both teared up and felt like they were losing their mom. “Why? Why?” Michael kept asking.

“You aren’t losing a mom” said Susan when she had a moment of clarity after the initial shock of telling them she was going away wore off. “I haven’t been a great mom anyway, I’ve been self absorbed and I am going away as kind of therapy for myself. It is going to be an adventure yes, but at the same time I am going to learn a lot about myself and make some changes in my behavior. I may come back and be a much better person.”

He didn’t really ‘get it’ but Amanda sure did.

She actually wanted to go. A few days after the initial conversations were over, she came to her mom and made her case. “What you said about going on the road. It sounds just like what Iwant to do, back pack across Europe. I spoke to Dad and he said you would agree to take me with you?”
Now what could Susan say when it was put to her like that? She could
say “No, I can’t take you” and look like the jerk, since Jim said it was okay.
Yet, she didn’t want to reveal just how dirty and wicked this whole trip was going to be to scare her off.

She spoke to Tucker about it, and they talked about ways they could bring her.

She came back to the yahoo messenger to let Tucker know what had happened and see if he still wanted a barely 15 year old teen girl on the truck.

Trucker69: “Damn Straight”

Sexysusan: “LOL. This is my daughter, we are talking about. BRB”.

Together they discussed the moral implication of having your daughter with you while you are trained as a Slut and a Slave. They discussed how many BDSM families struggle with their identity and how to raise kids in an alternative lifestyle.

They also discussed Tucker’s description of the male fantasy ingrained by Penthouse Letters. That of the story that begins “So I went over to my neighbors house to borrow a cup of sugar. Mrs Robinson’s 18 year old daughter from college answered the door in a bath towel and invited me in to where her mother and her where talking…” and ends “Wow, was that a summer I’ll never forget!”.

Susan had watched another of those Penn and Teller “Bullshit” shows on What is the “Normal Family Unit” and they had revealed that instead of Leave it to Beaver suburban families like hers, the world was made up of many other types. Lesbian couples raising a daughter or son, or polycouples where there are many wives to one man.

If you become a mormon and you move to Utah and you have to give up smoking and birthdays, you can’t very well plan birthday parties for your kids, if you expect to be a practicing mormon. The basic logic to that argument is that they have to know something and they have to interact with you in your new role.

Repression was defined as where you have no problem telling a stranger how you feel about something.

Yet, when it came to loved ones or people who cared about you, you felt ‘for their own good’ you had to live a double life/could not tell them, or that they would ‘not accept it’’understand’.

Yet, wouldn’t the people that love you, be the ones to accept you?
Michael (her son) would probably rub his hands together, cackle manically like an evil genius and say “Go make me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich!” if he knew she had to serve and be humble. He would probably as they do these days, immediately ‘get’. but how would Amanda react?
There were three possible reactions as Tucker saw it.
She could choose not to accept her mother in this new role and reject the fact that she was being trained.

She could choose to accept and tolerate her mom’s new role on the truck, but ultimately she would have to learn to be more than an observer of life. She would have to learn to interact with us, what her boundaries are as far as on and off the truck and what is expected of her/privileges she has. After all, she’d be learning to drive and can’t just sit in the back and stare at the DVDs all day.

The third option, She could be curious about what we are doing and want to learn more about training. That one was a little more complex and a bit like the elephant in the room. Neither of them really wanted to talk about that possibility, it left them feeling uncomfortable to think that their life would impact her, and that they would somehow be ‘role models’ . They preferred to think that some how they could do this and she would just be a passive observer but would remain ‘normal’.

The first step was to tell Amanda what was going to happen on the truck. There were only a few days before he was going to be in town to pick Susan up, so Susan took Amanda out for a cup of coffee where they could be alone and talk for a little while. No blackberries, no game boy ds, no Television, no distractions.

“Look, I’ve never been the Summer’s Eve Commercial Mom, running along the beach in a flowery skirt, holding hands and talking about feminine itches. We have not been too close totally…”
Before she could finish her point talking Amanda out of going, Amanda jumped in with “Yeah, this is a chance for me to really get to know you.”

“Good Point, Amanda.” Susan conceded “The thing is though, this is kind of an adult trip.”

“You mean you are going to be partying and hooking up and all that?” Amanda seemed to be smiling and getting the idea.
“No, not exactly…” Susan was searching for the right way to explain what she meant by adult. She didn’t think her daughter had any frame of reference. Growing up in in a fairly wealthy, suburban household had made her daughter a little bratty and snotty and left her without an appreciation for how hard a lot of people have it in life.
Amanda snorted and said “C’mon, just spit it out.”

“well, its like this, and your father or brother do not know and so I do not want you to tell them.”
Amanda nodded impatiently.

“I am going to be trained like a slave on the truck, do you know what that is?” Before Susan could finish the question Amanda was already laughing out loud.

“OMG, Mom.” Amanda actually said “O” “M” “G”, the abbreviation for the online chat words of “Oh My God”. “That is so wild. I had no idea you were into that kind of thing.”

Not the pleasant reaction that Susan expected, remembering her own childhood and not having any idea what anal sex or something not nearly as complex as BDSM was growing up, she’d just assumed her daughter wouldn’t know about that.

Turns out from their talking, that it was far more common than she thought. She listened to her daughter try to explain it, from cyber chat rooms where people ‘role play’ a vampire master, to Hot Topic (A store in the mall) that sells 4 inch chain collars to 14 year old girls. South Park (A cartoon) apparently had a character named “Mister Slave” and one episode in particular, the teacher who owned him introduced a hamster up his assistant he called “Mister Slave”’s butt in the 4th grade class room in order to get fired from school so he could do a lawsuit for discrimination on his homosexuality.

Susan didn’t really see how that would be a funny story, and made a mental note to talk to Jim about blocking that show, because Amanda was already talking about an episode where the boys learn to “Milk a Dog” before Susan could get another word in edge wise.

“Amanda, this is for real though. It is not a cartoon, and its not an online story of fiction you read online. I am going to have to be trained hard and disciplined. So as you can see this is kind of thing, you do not want to go with me on.”

“Why do you want to do this, anyway?” Amanda asked.
Susan gave her reasons, the ones about how she had been selfish and stingy, and stubborn and how a structured set of discipline would put her in her place and make her less a bitch. If Men got a kick out of it in the process and she was used for their amusement, she felt that the humbling experience would get rid of the pridefulness that had plagued her all her life.

“Look, if you want to do self help, you could go on Doctor Phil. What is the real reason?” Susan said skeptically.
Susan had to admit to herself and to her daughter, that deep down besides her feelings of atonement and repentance, she was seeing this change as a big adventure. At her age, it wouldn’t be long before she wouldn’t be able to do something like this, and the thought of chucking it all and living on the edge, the adrenalin rush, it was dangerous and dirty and it actually sounded a little fun.

Amanda said “well if its going to be secretly a little fun, why can’t I go?”
Susan sat quietly for a little while and said “For the many logical reasons I can give you, the fact that you are in dance, and will be missing the tail end of the school year and your friends from school, and your brother and your dad, I can also tell you that I am going to be a lot different than you know me as. I won’t be able to keep you in line or tell you what is what, or have the same kind of authority I do now as your mom, so I think it would just be too different for you.”

“Different is bad, how?” Susan asked her mom rhetorically.

“Okay, point taken Amanda. Look, here is the thing. On the truck you’d have to answer to Tucker basically as the authority figure. I do not know if I can trust him not to let you hang out with the wrong crowd or drink or whatever.” Susan knew she really didn’t want to just admit that she didn’t want her daughter to see her naked on all fours being a slave .

“Yep, you’ll just have to trust that you raised me with enough sense to choose my own path, and not to try to do all the wrong things in life.” Amanda seemed to be talking herself into this as she went as well. It may have been at first that Amanda was just asking to go to get out of the house for a little while and to see if she could make her parents nervous/address her concerns. You know, without actually intending to go through with the trip. Truth is, she did have a boyfriend or two at school and a lot of girl friends and she liked her routine, suburban life as the popular, slightly precocious and bratty 8th grader about to go to High School.
Amanda talked more about the school and some ‘goth girls’ that wear collars and say they are practicing “DS” and how the nerds think that means Nintendo DS. She talked about a girl who cuts herself with a razorblade and how she has to wear a rubber band around her wrist and flick it each time she thinks about it.

Susan asked if Amanda had ever asked her friend why she cut herself.
“Because it’s the only pain I can control” Susan said as if she was impressed with the deepness of her friends words.

Susan wanted to give a little litany about infection and how scarred that girl could get, but she realized that in the context of taking risks, it was probably not going to sound all that right coming from her at this particular moment. Susan just asked “Would you ever do something like that?”

“Hell no, I do not like pain.”

Susan didn’t either, but she didn’t want to echo back her sentiment that she read online where if “Some one hurts you and you like it, they aren’t doing it right.” Instead she sat quietly.

So did Amanda, more because she had said “Hell” and she hadn’t usually cussed in front of her mom before. Since her mom didn’t correct her cussing, she felt the need to break the silence a little bolder than before about the true stories of Julington Cove Middle School.

“In my school, every day there are fights, and some one gets pregnant, or comes to school with no panties, or some kind of drama, just like a springer show. Half the time its about attention and half the time its just trying to figure out if they can or should get away with it. Girls in my class say they are ‘lesbian’ and kiss openly in the lunch room just to see the look of shock on everyone’s face or to be accepted by the ‘crowd’, probably more than they do because they really understand being a lesbian.”

“Have you kissed a girl, Amanda?” Susan was feeling like this talk had taken a weird turn that she hadn’t expected. She had not asked these kinds of questions of her daughter and she probably never thought she would have too. This was a real surprise for her.

“yeah” Amanda blushed. “Of course…but not like full on make out or anything,
jeez”. Amanda got quiet again.

“Hey, did you hear about the blowjob club?”

“The What?” Susan said.

“Oh, I thought you had and just didn’t say anything about it. ORSD?”
Susan just looked expectantly for an answer to what ORSD meant.
“Open, remove, swallow dry.” Amanda said matter of factly.
Susan did not know what to say. Amanda was definitely a lot more savvy than she was at that age.

“The girls in the club use Jelly bracelets, if you break the blue one she has to blow you.” Amanda couldn’t believe she was explaining it to her mom. “The different colors, you know like green is with your hand, and pink is well..flash your tits.”

“THOSE 80 BRACELETS I WORE WHEN I WAS A KID?” Susan said accusingly. “Those pinks one you asked me for, that is what you wanted them for?

“Chill out Mom” Amanda laughed, and described how it really went;

Girl: Hey! You broke my fuck bracelet!

Guy: Whoops sorry. Hey! That means we have to have sex now!

Girl: (sarcastically) Oh yea baby!

Guy: Haha

Girl: Wanna go right now?

Guy: Seriously?

Girl: No you dumbass I was joking

Guy: Uh.. yea, I.. uh... I was too.

Girl: Riiiight…can you go be more sucky, somewhere else?

“FUCK BRACELETS?” Susan was about to tear up.

“Mom, watch your voice.” Amanda was still cheerful. “Yes, we call ‘em F-bracelets for short. Sorry about that.”

“No, I guess its good I know this. Should I stop you now, or are you about to tell me you were voted Leader of the Pink Ladies too?”

“The pink whats?” Amanda scrunched her nose.

“Never mind, its from a movie, that is before your time. When we get home I
want my pink jellies back.”

“Haha, I’ll look for them. So am I grown up enough to go on your adventure?”
“Why do you really want to go, Amanda?”

“You know, before we had this talk, I was just thinking it would be cool to get out of the house, like my backpacking in Euroupe instead of college, but the more I think about how little you know about the real world, the more I think you need me there to watch out for you.” Amanda grinned impishly.
“Haha” Susan laughed. She hadn’t laughed in a while, she had lost a lot of sleep thinking about this trip as the day drew near for Tucker to arrive and her to start her new life.

Susan shrugged and said she would talk to Tucker about it, and commented “look, if after 90 days of me being there I want to go home or he doesn’t want to do this, I am coming back to Jim. So if I let you on the truck, what happens on the truck, stays on the truck, cool?” as they were driving back home.

“Cool”. Amanda grinned.

When they got back home, Michael was watching a TV show where women were balling up dog turds and pitching them at each other in a batting cage.

Susan immediately shocked “DID YOU GET INTO YOUR FATHERS DVDS?”

“No ma, this is Fuze. Its Rad Girls. Its like Jackass. Except they are girls. They just ate sushi off a fat guy, and before that they had to walk around holding up a sign and asking to fart in guys mouths.” Michael said unphased by her moms shock.

“I do not understand half of what you just said, but that is totally disgusting…” Susan stopped herself for a second thinking on her conversation about the kind of world they live in today and what she would be doing as a slave.

Michael was eating a three musketeers bar, and Susan was like “Jeez c’mon Michael, its so close to dinner.”
“Oh gawd, mom. Lighten up. It’s the last few days before you’ll see me for a while.”
“You are right Michael, but still I want to show you how to make hot dogs, c’mon.”
“Really?” Michael perked up.
“Yeah, if you get hungry, I’d rather you eat that or soup, then pig out on snacks and candy.”

She spent the next three days as much as she could with Jim, Michael and Susan. Jim even thought they would be staying together when they had extremely rough and passionate sex those two nights before Tucker’s arrival.
They had laughed, and cried together, and she cherished those final days. Maybe she was starting to realize what she had given up to have a career and to be the business-bitch she had become.

The day before Tucker had arrived, she had turned in her blackberry and emptied out her desk at work. Her body had healed from the car wreck and she went into say goodbye at work. She had been such a shrew at work, she knew the few who said goodbye were really just being polite and would not miss her.

She didn’t tell them where she was going, she just cited personal reasons and quietly resigned. Her bags packed, she thought half a dozen times, should she just tell Tucker she had a change of heart?
Could she really go through with this?

Two Road Whores, Rode Hard

CHAPTER SEVEN: TUCKER ARRIVES

Tucker had already gone through all of what would have to happen if Amanda came on the truck, and as she only had a few weeks left of school, pulling her out a little early wouldn’t hurt, and then it would be summer time before they’d have to set up “Home School”. Susan had even talked to the principal to ensure that no matter what Amanda could go into 9th grade.
Amanda had said her goodbyes, and her father bought her a cell phone so she could call if she wanted. They promised to come back and visit (more on that later). They were agreed, Susan was going to take custody of Amanda and Michael was going to stay with Jim. Michael even asked if he could come as well, but it was decided that would be too tough, although Susan thought Jim would probably be relieved if he didn’t have to raise either on his own AND got to keep all his assets.

She couldn’t help but secretly want to see him disappointed/hurt by her leaving in her own way. Even though she knew that in her new role as a Slave on the road, she wasn’t supposed to feel malice towards men, she did have a few she felt that way about, she just was going to keep that to herself.

So when the day came for his arrival, Susan was packed. Well not really, the suitcases were going to be dropped in the dumpster about two miles down the road. That was just to help Jim think she was going to be relatively ‘normal’ on this trip.

She was starting a new life , a rebirth, so all her old shit was going to go into the dump. She was going to get all new clothes and put away all that was Susan.

Amanda though had two suitcases and was listening to her i-pod popping gum casually as they both sat on the front step waiting for Tucker to get there. They didn’t want him coming inside and there be an awkward scene with Jim and Michael.

When Tucker’s Peterbilt Semi Cab pulled up, Susan was kind of surprised to see he wasn’t pulling a trailer behind it. “I guess” she thought to herself “They are not supposed to just be driving around without a haul are that?” she wondered if she was asking herself such stupid questions to avoid the awkwardness of finally meeting in person.

Tucker honked his horn, and his Truck made that loud braking sound as it stopped infront of their pristine Julington Creek home in the suburbs, blocking the road.

He got out and started to walk up slowly. He looked even bigger than his picture, bald with a little facial hair, and kind of a bear sized man. He was wearing a T-shirt that said “Mustache Rides 5 Cents” and courdoroys, a look that basically says “What the fuck are you looking at?”

Susan asked Amanda one more time. “Okay now, you remember what I told you to expect? Well we are going to go over it all in demos, one at a time once we get down the road a piece, are you sure you want to go with us?” she asked almost pleadingly.

“Yeah mom

“You know you can’t call me mom on the truck, its gotta be my training name. I am not going to have authority to discipline you or make you brush your teeth, and so Tucker is going to basically be the step dad/babysitter here.”

“Yeah Yeah, Sorry its just a habit.”

“Well look, its hard for me too. I just realize I can’t be switching my persona back and forth from Mom the hardass, to Kitten the …”

“soft ass?” Amanda giggled.

“Some kind of ass….” Susan conceded. “ Look, you’ve seen me naked before, but really and truly this is going to be naughty and wicked.”

“Yeah yeah, I get it. Jeez..c’mon lets go”

Tucker was standing over them, smiling while they had the conversation on the front step. He was just patiently listening and when they noticed him, he just said;

“Damn Straight”.

Ironic bastard.

I am still reading through this, albeit only a bit at a time. I'll be back when I get all the way through, ok?

tessa:wave:

Thank you very much for posting! I thought I'd responded to this already, but lo and behold it apparently didn't go up.

Like Tessa, I look forward to reading this soon and will post as soon as I can. In the meanwhile, I adjusted the title for ya and to answer your first question, I believe it would be "ridden," as rode implies they're the subject, rather than the object (teehee) of the sentence; but then, it's just a fragment anyhow, so I'd recommend you keep it how you like it -- I like the play with words.

I like this story, yes I just read it all, and you do need some feedback.

You will need an editor. Not just for the occasional grammar slip, but because you're including some of your agonizing how the story should go, in the story itself.

Here's a thought - Once you're really sure on the rules that Susan and Tucker set, the reasons she went on the trip, her relationship with Jim, and her reasons for allowing her daughter to come with her, possibly getting impregnated underage or worse, you have reached the BEGINNING of the story. I would start the whole thing at the beginning of chapter six, and cover the first 5 chapters in small flashbacks as they become appropriate.

Your dialogue with Amanda works pretty well, actually. Dialogue is hard, and you're doing it well I think. Amanda's character comes through, and she's likeable. But check it over a bit, there are some slips that don't quite make sense.

And of course, as ElectricBadger says, it's "ridden hard" to be correct, but "Rode" as the past participle is ok in some American rural dialects, and who knows where Tucker's from? Leave it as his title, and it's cool and punny.

P.S. Take all of this as one guy's opinion, and that of another beginning writer at that! Ask the experts.

Got a chance to read it, and it looks like a good start, although definitely some editing needed.

First, as mentioned above the first 5-6 chapters seem like great background work that's important to know about your story, but not necessarily the right way to start it off. I don't mean this as "get right to the good stuff," there just needs to be plot and conflict developing from the start, and that's just starting to develop at the end of this.

From the things you mention, it also seems like you wanted to develop this as a blackmail story; if so, go for it. There are all sorts of reasons a business woman could get into trouble...maybe she signed the authorization for a drug- or terrorist-related funds transfer or shipment that Tucker was involved in (probably without even knowing what she was doing)? That solves some of the questions you asked, as well...how does her family react: realistically, probably with no understanding and a lot of pissed, but if she has no choice, oh well. She could be required to kidnap her daughter and bring her along, and so chooses to talk her into it. Her husband and brother wouldn't be brought along too, I would suggest (would be a damn crowded truck) but I imagine a chapter about a stop by home later and show off their new talents could be fun.

Technically your work is pretty good, although you'll want to put it through a grammar check and pay attention to all the sentence fragments.

A very great start, I look forward to seeing more!

This is great feedback so far.

I can see what you mean about starting things out and using flash backs. I just didn't want to give away too many surprises. I like that you already picked up on how fun a return visit back to 'normal' world that she is leaving behind is going to be a fun chapter to write.

One thing about the new word is that it also seems to take out all line breaks when you cut and paste, so I end up moving the text around when I paste it. Not sure what I need to set it on to stop it from doing that. I really do not see the benefit of that. So my apologies if the text is bunched up in places. I end up pasting it, then spending five minutes going through and trying to re-space all the paragraphs. I have not figured out the best way to submit a story (html or what) as far as font and spacing.

But back to the plot itself, I suppose one other thing she needs is a little more bondage experience before this begins, do you think? any interesting plot hooks? One thing I did like doing was mentioning ironically that some bdsm stories seem to take a while to get to the meat of the story and this being one of them.

Okay, next few chapters coming up.

Two Road Whores, Rode Hard
CHAPTER EIGHT: THE DEMOS

Kitten (As Susan would now be known) loaded her luggage onto the truck and didn’t look back, at what was probably Jim standing in the front window of their house watching this strange and unlikely parting play out. He had been told that she needed some time away, and she half wondered if he would think she was a pig. In a way, she kind of enjoyed the idea that this would make him feel a sense of loss.

Speaking of loss, as soon as they got in the truck and pulled away Tucker grinning like a ninny ordered “Go ahead and strip, I’ll pull into this parking lot and we can start going through the explanations”. His calm and measured speech didn’t reveal his inner-giddiness at the thought of finally being able to train his own road-whore sex slave.

Tucker remembered fondly “Wolverine” a tough-as-nails fifty-plus Trucker he knew when he was first starting out. Wolverine had a woman living with him that wore a dog collar and always wore a see-thru top no matter where they went, even if they got wild stares. Wolverine had told him back then when they first became friends that he ‘bought her in Brazil’ and that she had been raised as a slave but Tucker had thought they were just putting him on. Who would raise a person to be a slave?

Yet, he remembered how willing that slut was to suck any cock or grease any dick with her pussy on just a word from that old Marine. He smiled because it had come full circle, now he would one day impress some wet-behind-the-ears wanna-be Trucker with his own bitch and this one would be even hotter than Wolverine’s raven haired cutie.

Tucker was so lost in thought he neglected to notice that Kitten was doddling with stripping off her street clothes. “What the fuck are you waiting for bitch?” he lashed out with a small leather riding crop he kept near his seat to slap across her bare arm “Lets drop the linen and start the grinning, you know the rules in the truck! Whores strip Naked!”

For her part, Amanda was sitting their quietly trying not to comment on things when Tucker pulled into a Mcdonalds parking lot about three miles away from their house announcing it to be “Good enough” a place to start the demos they had planned.

Tucker had started to explain the nature of the relationship and how this was on a Trial basis, and that the demos were to help ensure that Amanda fully understood what kind of situation she was getting into on the road with them, and that one reason he had pulled in so close to their house was he was fully prepared to take her back to her ‘nice normal white picket fence’ life.

“Kitten here is not going to be called Mom any more. She is starting a new life. We won’t celebrate mother’s day or her birthday, although I may have an annual celebration starting on today as the first day of her new life.”
Amanda sort of grinned and paid attention while Kitten stood naked, awkwardly keep ing her eyes cast down.

“If you call her Mom accidentally, I’m going to punish her, so watch yourself. It is important to her Training that she not think of her old life and her authority and freedom to be such a lazy bitch in her old life, so as incentive the punishment will be you writing 10 times on her back “Your name is not Mom” with this Red Magic Marker.

He held up the Red Marker for dramatic affect and then wrapping his arm around Kitten’s waist bent her over and proceeded to write “WHORE” on her lower back just above her rump. “That says Whore, and that is what your she is to me, a skeezy whore. Feeling sorry for her pitiful state is doing her a dis-service, this is something you feel you need and want isn’t it, whore?” he asked.

“Y-Yes Master…” Kitten gulped.

“We are operating on the monkey-see/monkey-do principle here Amanda, so because I can say Whore around you, we aren’t going to pull any of that hypocritical “Don’t do as I do, do as I say” bullshit on you. You can cuss any time you damn well please.

“Oh..okay” Amanda replied a little shocked and stifling a bit of a giggle.
“Laughing? Hah, I bet you wanted to say a God-damned fuck yeah back at me, didn’t you?” Tucker asked jovially.

“No, not really” Amanda replied playfully.
“well if you did, then you could..”

Tucker explained that one of the rules is that Kitten now had to call all men aside from him “Sir” and all women “Ma’am” and then had Kitten ask Amanda if she minded the demos.

“Amanda, do you mind the demos?” Kitten asked confused. A quick strike from the leather crop let her know just what she did wrong.
“I have to call Amanda, “Ma’am?”

“What part of all women, do you think doesn’t apply in this case, shit-for-brains?” Tucker said a little irritated.

“Well its just I..Yes Master” Kitten thought better of clarifying now that they were finally here. Back on yahoo she had looked forward to opportunities to discuss the finer points of the philosophy behind this, but now it was a bit late to really make her case for an argument. She was naked and on all fours with a leather dog collar on.

Tucker explained that “CUNT” would be written on her front in marker and “WHORE” on her backside everyday in order to get her used to the permanent tattoos she would be getting when this goes permanent.

He applied a leather dog collar to her neck and said that a more permanent collar would be attached when it goes permanent but that for the time being this whore only deserved this rinky-dink leather collar.

“Yes Master, very generous of you” Kitten reassured him.

“Shut yer hole until I tell you to yap..get on the floor, I need to leash you up” he attached a small chain to the stick shift in the cab and to her collar and then put an empty bowl in front of her.

“Is that to feed her?” Amanda said as if she knew what was coming next.
“No its not time to feed the bitch, this is in case she has to take a piss while we eat. I was planning on grabbing something to eat after we finish these demos, and so its good practice to put down the pot she has to piss in.

Its one of the few things she can count on having.” He smiled down at her.
Tucker then went on to have Kitten identify her ‘girl parts’ by their new names and explain why she had to talk like a whore.

“My Titties” Kitten spoke when he tugged on a nipple.

He made her shake them up and down and back forth, before slapping them and saying “Nice little udders”

“My Mouth-hole” Kitten said after he let her close her mouth after shoving some rough fingers in there.

“Used for what?” Tucker reminded her of what they discussed on yahoo as his motto;

“More sucking, than talking….” Kitten answered.

“That’s right, you wretched little piggy. You have done more talking than you need too. Get down on all fours, so we can talk about your asshole and cunt”
Amanda abruptly interrupted. “How about I get a salad at Mcdonalds while you two go into that.” Feeling a bit out of place.

“Well actually this is for your benefit, Amanda” Tucker said a little surprised she wasn’t curious. “Your going to be in close quarters with us and this is for your benefit as much as it is anyones.”

“I get it, her pussy is a cunt and her butt has an asshole, I do not really need to see all that.”

“Your right, you don’t NEED to do anything, but in order to get along on the truck, it is important to both of us that you be educated to the basics and not think of us as just sex-crazed maniacs”

“But I already do” Amanda smiled.

“Damn Straight”. Tucker jokingly replied

Ironic bastard.

Two Road Whores, Rode Hard

CHAPTER NINE: HAMBURGLAR IS A BITCH

They had left the truck to get something to eat and talk, leaving Kitten alone leashed up to the stick shift of the Truck.

An hour and a half later they came back. They had apparently gone to Olive Garden and then stopped at Mcdonalds to get some food for the bitch. While they had been gone, Tucker had talked about Amanda’s role on the Truck, and that she couldn’t just be a passive observer, but that she wasn’t explicitly required to participate in the ‘training’ either.

That there would be responsibilities and privileges as she got older. Allowance, Learning to Drive, all the things that came with growing into an adult but at the same time they were going to live by different standards than ‘normal’ people and that a lot had been considered with Amanda’s being there.

If they were going to be too busy trying to hide every aspect from her, then they knew Amanda was smart enough to pick up on hiding everything and that she would just fill in the blanks probably would things even worse than the reality of it. So some stuff was just going to be plain view, and common knowledge with an explanation of why and what it meant to her. Thought had gone into what they will do, whether Amanda will be present and how she can interact while it is going on.

He also told her that they were going to keep what was obviously the more graphic aspects of their training to themselves. They would show some restraint if she would grin and bare the more obvious aspects of the training and Amanda was nodding her head that she understood and saying all the things Tucker wanted to hear to see that she did understand the point of that.

When he unlocked the door to the Cab upon their return, Kitten felt the cool air hit her sweaty back, the cab was hot when the A/C wasn’t running and it caused her to be surprised.

“Don’t turn around in shock, you stupid cunt. Its just me. No one else has the key. Just stay where you were leashed until we unlock you. I see you peed in the bowl while I was gone without anyone giving you permission, you know that is a punishable offense, right bitch?”

“Yes Master” Kitten was already starting to have doubts about whether she had the patience to stay where she was put with no stimulus for hours at a time, but they had agreed that part of the training involved learning patience.
As he unleashed her, he said “Okay, clean out your bowl and then take your suitcases to the dumpster. Then we’ll go over what I talked to Amanda about while we were gone and you can eat.”
“Naked…in broad daylight?”

“Oh right, scoobies…” Tucker reminded himself. “Hmm, I guess it is about 3 in the afternoon and this Mcdonalds is kind of busy, but at the same time, the playground is in the front, so its not like the kids are going to see you.” He seemed to be wondering “Okay, I guess we can find something from the box before I explain scoobies.”

He pulled out a box marked “CUNT” in the same size letters on Kitten’s back. “When Kitten has to leave the truck, you or I get to pick clothes from this box. It has right now, about three pairs of shoes, a couple tops and a few skirts. There is one pair of panties, BUT if you put her in them, then at least two inches of the top of the panties material has to be showing…” Tucker explained.

“Oh, a T-bar, yeah I see those at school all the time.”

“Yeah, something like that. Anyway, do you want to do the honors?” and he held the box out to Amanda who gingerly pulled out a dirty denim skirt and a skeezy green tank top that said “Lick, Don’t bite” and had two tootsie roll lollipops across the chest.

“Hahah, that’s cute” Amanda smiled. “Oh and these white shoes, they don’t match at all. I guess that’s the idea”

Her former mom took the clothes as they were offered and grinned. In the right light, you could see that her and her daughter had the same dimples and freckles, just not as pronounced on Kitten.
“What do you say, Kitten?”

“Thank you Amanda.” She said after a moments reflection, then getting a crop across the bare butt.

“Nope, try again dumbass.” Tucker said.

“Oh, you do not mean?” Kitten looked at Tucker pleadingly.

Tucker repeated back the rule “Call all men Sir, and all women, what?”
“Women, yes…but she is a teenager.” Susan said.

Crop against the ass – THWOCK- “This isn’t yahoo chat where you can answer me back in a snarky way, you agreed, did you not?” –THWOCK- for punctuation of his point, another crop to the pink fleshy butt cheeks.
“Ow”…”Yes Master…” Kitten composed herself “ Thank you Ma’am, for allowing this bitch to wear clothes to complete her chores.” She looked to Tucker for approval.

“Don’t look at me you dumbass. I am not the one you are thanking…show her the respect she deserves as some one who is not below a slave…you said yourself, she isn’t beneath you, right?”

She looked at Amanda who was now kind of enjoying the tension “Oh your welcome, you little shit.” She scrunched her nose at hearing her say it. It was all so surreal, here she was on the road with her mom’s new boyfriend and here her mom was acting in a way she never expected, being put in her place.

Kitten did her best to be sexy while she got dressed and took out the luggage she had packed to the dump. She still had her drivers license and some important papers and a credit card (just in case) put away in an envelope, but for the most part these suitcases symbolized her old life and while she was gone walking to the dumpster, feeling the breeze of the outside race up her skirt over her cooter while she wondered if anyone was paying attention to her or if she was ‘blending in’.

Tucker was explaining that this was a symbol of giving up the past and accepting that it won’t be easy to return to her old ways. He had spent the better part of the dinner going over with Amanda some of the basics of daily life and why they had to not let Kitten manipulate them into feeling sorry for her.

“As long as Kitten is complying with the rules, whether she whines, begs or pleads to be let out of her obligations to me and the truck, then you have to understand she accepts this and realizes this is her fate and her destiny. This is the adventure she wanted, a rough life, yes, and one few people would have the courage to live. Don’t tell her that I admire her for that.”
Amanda smiled and replied “Yeah, I am starting to admire her courage for this too” as they watched her trying to lift up the heavy luggage into the dumpster from behind the window of the cab.

Tucker had already explained how the Scooby Snacks worked, over dinner and how her former mom had to earn 500 of them to pay ‘rent’ on her holes or face the consequences and he was about to give a demonstration. “I am going to go out there now, and offer her 1 scooby to walk back to the truck topless. I am going to offer her 2 scoobys to walk back topless and let me pour this strawberry milkshake on her head, lets see if she goes for it.”

Amanda smiled when in a few minutes, Tucker came with Kitten following looking humbled, strawberry milk dripping down her hair and on her bare chest. He had made her walk slow and she had heard some horns.
“Drinking problem?” She laughed.

“Okay, so where were we..oh yeah, the demos.”

“Master, you were going to allow me to eat, and perhaps to wash off the milkshake?”

“What do you think you are going to eat, bitch? Here squat over the newspaper in your cage and lick yourself clean, while I prepare your bowl.”
Kitten was stunned. “How…how do I lick it off my head, Master? My tongue won’t reach THAT far?”

“You’re a Kitten, …use your paws to rub off some in your hand and lick it…just make yourself you have consumed it all by the time you are to be inspected.”

“Yes Master” she began to lick her wrists as Tucker tore apart a hamburger happy meal, mushed it around with fries and poured a sprite over it. “Its important that anything you put in her bowl, be mushed up and real bite size, I may be asking you to take care of feeding her some days, can you handle that?”
Amanda laughed,” I guess so.” As she watched the spectacle play out she said “I saw Kitten dump the bowl outside, but it never got washed out from when she peed in it?”

Tucker laughed and said “Damn Straight!”

Ironic Bastard.

Two Road Whores, Rode Hard
CHAPTER TEN: LESSONS HARD LEARNED FOR ALL

“Kitten is not allowed to take pleasure in her treatment” Tucker explained while he sat in one of the Cab Chairs with Amanda and they watched Kitten kneeling in the nude hover over her bowl and struggle with the tore up and soggy food. They could smell the sour milk from the milk shake that hadn’t been washed off fully, and had been surprised it took a full 10 minutes for Kitten to even make a dent in lapping it all up.

Not being able to use her fingers, meant she had to really stick her mouth and nose all the way up in the bowl and almost spear the food with her tongue in order to reel it back in. Kitten was realizing this would be how she would eat almost every day from now on and if they were not facing her front ways, they would be able to see her ass hole pucker up at the thought of it.

“So since this bitch has been thoughtless in putting her own pleasure before others, she now is denied even the simple pleasures of good food, and even the common dignity to eat with out having her legs spread naked like a good little doggy. Here turn around and face away from me Kitten, so I can see the more worthwhile part of you.”

Kitten couldn’t help but half smile into her bowl at that snarky dig on her. She had to admit he was saying things that made her skin crawl and that if anyone had dared call her a ‘Cunt’ before this she would have probably gone completely ape-shit angry on them. Still it felt appropriate to her as she ambled herself to face her buttcrack and pussy at her master and what is basically her former daughter.

“Aww, much better. Look at those nice holes. I can’t wait to remove the hair from there initially. You remember our deal right, Kitten?”

“Yes Master.” She did, she had agreed to have her pubes hair waxed and then to lean against the counter until it dried, and then essentially pull off the wax before she began the shaving rituals that she would be required to do every day.

“You don’t mind seeing Kittens holes?” Tucker asked Amanda, almost choking himself at how bold he had to be for this.

“Not really, its not like I do not know what she has. I don’t need to see them up in my face, I guess though what you said about it being more humbled to be displayed naked if you know someone may see you or will see you like that will help her, so that’s fine. Lets see you shake that butt, woman!” Amanda was laughing as she addressed kitten.

Kitten wasn’t sure if she should or not, when Tucker said “Go ahead and do what she said, Kitten. Give us a show while you lap up your dinner. Make that pussy pop for us.”

As Kitten tried to do a little rumpshaking and twisty dance on all fours and eat at the same time, Tucker explained.

“We talked about you having authority here, and I am going to try to use as a rule of thumb, if you see me say it or do it, you can do it.” He let that sink in.

“To that end, I am going to give you five scoobies a week you can use on her, if you can prove to me that you are responsible enough to use them wisely and you will keep up with what you need to keep up with on the truck. Now, what that means is in addition to the 20 dollars a week I give you for spending cash as allowance, these scoobies can be turned in for dollars, or you can offer them to Kitten in exchange for her continued good service around the truck, like a tip.”

“You mean like go topless from the dumpster to here?”

“Well if you really wanted, sure you could offer her that, but it may just be you want to play a game with her and say she can have a scoobie if she can finish some task in thirty minutes or less, but if she fails she gives you one of hers.”

They went back and forth on some different ideas on how they would work. Most were games or bets, and usually they involved Kitten being the butt of the joke.

“Even if she doesn’t accept the deal, you still win. You got her to make a choice and so as long as she is a participant in her training, the way I see it, is outside of what is absolutely expected of her, this gives me the flexibility to have her do things we didn’t necessarily agree were in scope and train even harder”

“Yeah, I see that” Amanda laughed. “eewww, did she just fart?”

“You know I think she did! That little stinker just cost you five swats to the butt. You know you are supposed to ask someone for permission to fart.”

“Yes Master, I am sorry. I will try harder to remember”

“Did you think we wouldn’t noticed your stinky ass, we are looking right at it while you eat.”

“No Master, I would never try to sneak anything past you”

“Yes you would, you lying cunt. Crawl over here and present yourself for spanking”. Tucker told Amanda there were essentially five one word positions and demonstrated them after he spanked Kitten hard on the ass while she counted them out, with his bare hand.
Each position was demonstrated several times in different order

SPANKING: “This is where the cunt bends over at the waist and grabs her ankle. I’ve punished her butt mainly” but for affect “I may spank her tits” he slapped them both with his hands causing them to jiggle “or even her face” he let one go across the face. “I am an equal opportunity punisher, so the whole body pretty much should get equal wear”

ATTEN-HUT: “This is where the ass cheeks must spring down, while the tits must flop up somewhat, so as to see a ‘snap’ to attention. Shoulders back, standing up straight. Legs closed (for a change). Eyes cast down so as not to see too proud.”

HEEL: “The bitch gets on all fours and keeps eyes cast down, palm of hands, knees, and ball of foot touching the ground. The legs should be wide enough that Master can physically see pink between the legs and both the butthole and pussy should be visible.” Master physically corrected her a few times to make sure she was wide enough but could still crawl without falling over.

SPREAD: “Cunt gets on her back where she belongs, takes both of her legs and pulls them apart with her hands and makes sure that both her pussy and asshole are visible and that the pussy is as wide as it can be.”

TABLE: “Part of a battery of furniture training, this one will be used so much, that she needs to make it common. She’ll be a chair, or a footstool, too but the table is the most useful form of all her forms. She has to bend pretty much as she does in Heel, except keep her head down and her arms and legs spread wide, with her back flat enough that if I set a glass or dish it won’t fall down. “ He then showed Amanda by setting a glass on her back and correcting Kitten until it was just right.

Amanda gave a half hearted attempt to sound convincing by giving the positions as orders and Kitten quietly assumed each one.


Tucker said “You do not have to put her through her paces, but its good to know you can and what to expect, so you can correct if she fucks up and doesn’t do it to her liking. Now lets say you tell her to go fetch you something and she doesn’t get it as fast as you think she should and with as much of a spring in her step, I want to show what funishments are!”
“funishments?” Amanda giggled at the play on words.

Tucker laughed and said “Damn Straight!”

Bastard, I didn’t excel at English (obviously) but I’d have to say that in addition to being a fan of irony, he was also fond of Tmesis devices within his training plan, merging “Fun” with “Punishment”.



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Okay, so I am not sure if Tmesis is the right term for "Funishment" but what I wanted to do was use the ironic bastard device a few times to end the chapter and then change it up. I am not sure how sustainable that is from chapter to chapter. Kind of like how "Honor Harrington" books by David Weber all have "Honor" in the title some how.

Any thoughts on where you'd like to see the story go?

I am just putting it into 1st gear really.

I have also thought about the prologue not being a fast forward, but more like something from 15 years earlier when Susan was in her hey-day. I wanted to make her seem initially not too wicked so that the reader may identify with her, but then I thought that maybe there was a wild side to her in college or something she had almost repressed.

Two Road Whores, Rode Hard

CHAPTER ELEVEN: The long and winding road..


Tucker had gone over the basic rules in the cab, the scooby snack incentive system and his own training agenda for the next three days.
His belly was full of Olive Garden Lasagna and his dick was hard as hell. He wanted to sink his cock deep into this bitch and he could smell her pussy
getting wet at the thought of being used, a very good sign.

But what about the brat? He had to show restraint around Amanda, that was part of the deal and he was an honorable man. Plus, he had to get this load to Arkansas, so with a smack of his hand and a chance for Amanda to ask some final questions, he sat back in the "Captain's Chair" driver's seat and pulled out of the Mcdonalds onto the open highway.

Kitten was down on all fours crawling around the tiny space on the floor of the cab, and Amanda was already settling in to paint her nails and make the best of the long and boring ride. Her ripe little tomato of a pussy facing Tucker who would periodically speak to her as he drove

"Nice touch shaving it hairless before we began" He said in a hushed tone, perhaps so that Amanda didn't see him breaking his harsh exterior.

"Yeah well, we talked about it and I knew you were going to expect it, so I went ahead and did it anyway." Kitten took his informal speech as a sign she could speak in turn.

-THWOCK- across her pussy

"Hey bitch, just because I am speaking informally to you, doesn't mean you should get lazy. This is what you wanted, after all?"

"Yes Master" she straightened herself.

"Don't pucker your asshole just because you got punished" He offered a more playful slap. "Tell me, how does it feel to have got passed the first demo?"


"Sir, I didn't think I would have the courage to go through with this." Kitten said breathing out a sigh of relief


"Yeah, I didn't think you would either." Tucker grinned "But you know its going to get a lot harder over the coming months?"


"Yes Master, I do, and it is what I deserve"


"Why are you so sure?" Tucker playfully toyed with the leather wrapping on his riding crop as he asked the question. He already knew her answer but wanted to hear it from her again.

"Because Sir, I am a Wicked bitch that takes delight in this harsh treatment and to be truly broken of my prideful nature and wicked, lazy, cruel heart then I must be trained to accept that my place is to serve and be used for the amusement of others, and not my own pointless purposes."

"Good answer bitch, you can sit up in the passenger chair"

"Naked, Sir?"

"I didn't say you could put on clothes, so its your choice to sit up or stay on all fours giving me a good view of your asshole and twat" he said as she started to get up off her knees and squat up over the chair to look out at the road before getting into the passengers chair "Damn, Jim doesn't know what he is missing".

She gave him a glare which he overlooked. It was one thing to call her names, but making fun of Jim was something that was her job. She secretly smiled that he backed down on it and didn't continue talking about Jim when she gave him that stare. It meant he was concerned about her thoughts and feelings.

She also noticed that way up here in the truck, regular cars couldn't see into the cab, so even though she was exposed to truckers passing by if they cared to look in, she wouldn't be seen by highway patrols and that was her primary concern about that. She didn't mind if truckers took a look at her tits while they rode, they were going to see a whole lot more than that, and Tucker was just pulling into a rest area to demonstrate....

Bastard.

Amanda -- a tip about the paragraphs -- I had this problem too, and I know what causes it on the forum and how to fix it.

Here's the idea. There's two ways to get a new line (or a line break) in Word. One way is a carriage return, aka "Manual Line Break", the other is a Paragraph. You can see which is which in Word by clicking the big stylized "P" (paragraph mark) in the toolbar at top. This makes all spaces, line breaks, and paragraphs visible.

In order to get the paragraphs to break properly on this forum, you need two proper Paragraph marks between each paragraph. This can be fixed in three steps.

1. If you have extra "returns" ("manual line breaks") that are not Paragraphs, change them to Paragraphs. Use Replace from the Edit menu. Select "More" to see more options. Pull down the "Special" button to find "Manual line break". Put one in the "Find" field. Then click in the Replace field and replace it with "Paragraph Mark". Use "Replace All" to do this in one step.

2. Now using the same Find and Replace fields and the Special pulldown, choose to replace "Paragraph Mark Paragraph Mark" (select it twice), with just a single "Paragraph Mark". Replace All. Repeat this as necessary until you have only one Paragraph Mark between paragraphs.

3. Now reverse the above replace, just once. Replace one Paragraph Mark with two. Replace All. Do this once. Now you'll have two Paragraph Marks between each paragraph. Like it? Save.

Now you can copy paste this into the forum for a perfect set of paragraph breaks. I accept thanks in the form of naughty pictures of yourself :)

Best,
S

The quirkiness is caused by the transition of normal typed text to HTML (web programming) rather than Word, although I too have the new version of Word (at work) and I can assure you I detest it.

That aside, I like to avoid all the issues associated with formatting by just posting my works as .doc attachments. When replying to a post, hit the "Go Advanced" button and then click on the paper clip.

Thank you both.

From the Windows 2007 office button (next to the disk its a round circle) I have something called "WORD OPTIONS" and an advanced tab gives me places to select how word acts pasting into other applications. I am going to try that.

I did not find it with help (which was useless).

I am curious if anyone has any thoughts about what direction to take the story?

I am thinking the prologue may be Susan playing naughty bondage games back in her college days and then ironically ending the story way down the road with the same story, except its her own daughter doing the same things.

I like that alot, actually...although from the sounds of things, the daughter is going to be way past that stage by the end...

I agree with Badger -- Amanda's going to be way beyond that shortly.

I'm not sure Amanda will end up submissive either. In fact I'm nearly sure she won't. She may take it for a while from Tucker, but she'll emerge from that truck ready to Domme.

If you want a real ironic twist, she could Domme her Momme.

well actually I still have a few twists in mind. I keep alluding to how they thought of things in advance but I purposely didn't fill in the blanks. good point though on amanda.

what do you all think about the scooby snacks idea? thats what you get for writing porn fiction with cartoon network on in the background.

I love the scoobies. It's like university points, or like the "F"'s on Stacy's charm bracelet, but funnier than either.

I was thinking that Amanda would effectively be going to a school of D/s the whole time she's on the truck. She will be trained thoroughly, but not necessarily subjugated.

She could be forced into either role at Tucker's hands, or even have to sub to Him and Domme her momme at the same time. Either way she will find her own natural kink by the time the road trip is over. And I still think it's Domme. It's just more fun, and will make the 3-way dynamic ever so much more interesting.

Do you think with a good prologue and a few spell checks I should submit what I have here? and continue or wait until I have wrote more?

are there inconsistencies in the first few chapters or things I REALLY need to embellish on? I was trying to hurry up and get to the "demos".

Here is my outline of what I wanted to go over.

Tucker's idea is that all of these are "Gears" and he wants to teach "First Gear" first, so he is teaching the basics, by day three though he will have overviewed the following concepts (skipping the sexuality training).

In later gears, that will be included. (As you grind gears and shift up, you are basically gaining speed). I am using this outline as I have a mock "Contract" that is not complete that Intend to quote

"The Five Second Rule": Sir can flip up Kitten's skirt in any place for up to five seonds and she must stay perfectly still and not shut her eyes. He can only do this once per audience/place.

For instance.

The outline below though is the kinds of trainings, with the *** being the higher level category. So he wants to teach all of these things at some point, laying the ground work for a good day on the road full of dares and challenges.

**PAIN TRAINING
*spankings/slapping
*whippings
*floggings
*Clothespins/Clips
*Being cut
*Having ass kicked/rough choking/fighting/wrestling
*Wax being melted on you/candles


**SEXUALITY TRAINING
*Hole Training:
Mouth
Asshole
Cunt
*Chastity (belts, and being turned on but denied, tickled)


*Body modification (coloration, length, wideness), tattoos, brands, peircings outside of normal hole training
*Suction


*Body Worship/Body Bathing
*French Kissing
*Masturbating others/self
*Blow jobs/eating pussy/consuming cum
*Vaginal Sex
*Anal Sex
*Fisting as form of sex


**PATIENCE/OBEDIENCE TRAINING
*BASICS
*How to walk
*How to talk
*How to dress
*How to wear hair
*how to wear makeup
*how to sleep
*how to eat/diet
*Physical chores (indoors/outdoors)
*Physical exercises (jumping jacks)
*positions on command (one word commands)


*Restraints
*Gags
*Handcuffs
*Ropes
*Suspension
*Pillory/wooden stocks/special restraints
*Caging
*Bathing
*Inspections
*Shaving/special requirements of appearance (piercing/tattoos)
*Enemas
*pissing rules
*farting/burping/sneezing/coughing rules
*shitting rules
*toilet service (for others, as in wiping their butt etc.)


**HUMILITY TRAINING
*Flashing in public/being dressed in public to reflect ones station
*Where it is obvious that slave is being made to display for the amusement of another
*Where it appears accidental
*Doing other things in public besides just showing your whorish body
*Being naked/paraded around in private settings
*Being written on


**SPECIALIZED TRAINING (PONYGIRL)
**SPECIALIZED TRAINING (PUPPYGIRL and Kenneling)
**SPECIALIZED TRAINING (Whore/entertainment at parties, auctioned out, stripping, booty shaking)
**SPECIALIZED TRAINING (Cow/milked/bred)
**SPECIALIZED TRAINING (Sucking thumb, talking with a lisp, pig tails)
**SPECIALIZED TRAINING (Human Furniture/being eaten on)
**SPECIALIZED TRAINING (fireplay)
**SPECIALIZED TRAINING (electric torture/shock collars)

I think it's too early to think about the ending just yet, but if you want to, I suggest the 9-act structure.

http://hs34.order-vault.net/~admin16.../nine_act.html

Also I note this:

Quote:

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“We talked about you having authority here, and I am going to try to use as a rule of thumb, if you see me say it or do it, you can do it.” He let that sink in.

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With that in mind, and the stuff around it with the Scoobies, it sure looks to me like Amanda is being trained as a Domme. I don't think you need to make her mirror her mom in any obvious way, but perhaps a non-obvious way would work. (Maybe for example she grows up an excellent kinky Domme but has to take humiliating jobs in Real Life, working for snarky domineering bitches like her Mom used to be.)

Who do I email the story too when its ready to be posted?

Should I use .txt?

Should I change the fonts?

I have trouble reading some of the chapters that other people post and I realize it is because they made it a webpage or something, but at the same time the .txt files don't work right.

Welcome back, Amandaserve! Missed you.

You email submissions to submission@bdsmlibrary.com or use the form at http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/stories/story_submit.php

I have found that saving the story from MS Word in "rtf" format, and submitting THAT file, gives the best possible output and causes the webmaster the least trouble.

should I make several small files for each chapter?

some times people freak out when the story is too long, but they will happily read 30 little vignettes.

I don't know what the usual rule is, but 3000 to 7000 words for a chapter seems about average on this site.

I also found that the feedback I got from posting here gave me more insight into how to end a chapter, when to extend a scene and when to shorten it, how long to make a paragraph, and other important stuff.

My advice is to post a chapter at a time here on this forum and take feedback here before posting to the library. It's very tricky, sometimes impossible, to make those changes later once you've posted to the library.

TWO ROAD WHORES, RODE HARD
CHAPTER ONE: A Game of Whore


So there we were, Playing a Game of “WHORE”. You remember when you were a kid and played a game of “HORSE” in basketball? Each time you make a shot, the other player has to make it from the same location or they get a letter. Once they spell the entire word “HORSE”, they lose.

Well WHORE sounds the same and plays a lot the same way. It is one of the many games Master has been playing with me lately. Here are the basic rules.

1.We go out in public for the night, I am dressed in basic “Slut Protocol”. There are special forms of protocol in dressing and this basically means a tube top and a tight micro-mini skirt, no bra or panties and flats or 2 inch heels. Somewhat slutty make up and my hair done anyway I choose (tonight in pig tails).

2. Each time we play Master redefines the words he is going to use for the game. One word for each of the letters in the word “WHORE”
for instance tonight it was;

W = WEEKEND
H = HELLO
O = ORDINARY
R = RUDIMENTARY
E = EXCELLENT

Anytime he uses them in a sentence (and he can't just spam the word, he has to use it contextually to a person), I have to do an action associated with each of the letters. He defines the action and it changes each time we go out, so before I agree to play I got to know what the actions were. This way if he assigns a word like “Hello” he may use that word often and so the action will be easier than if he made it “Helium” which is harder for him to use in a sentence.

Weekend = Reach over and absentmindedly/accidentally touch his cock

Hello = Lift the back of my skirt “accidentally” at least 3 inches but no more than six inches so my buttcheeks are visible.

Ordinary =Pinching and twisting my own nipples very hard for a full single twist.

Rudimentary=bark like a puppy.

Excellent =skipping around for a few seconds (making sure to hop a little and bounce)

This list changes night after night, most of them involve some form of obedience, patience, endurance or humility training, like flashing my nudity for the amusement of others, hold my mouth open wide for 10 seconds, blow a kiss to someone, try and give someone besides my owner a hug, touch my asshole and smell it after or in some manner humble myself and demonstrate my willingness to endure hardship and serve my trainer.

3.Anytime I fail/forget to do the action associated with him saying the word, then I get a “Letter” and master takes a small red marker and writes on my buttcheeks that letter. Once he spells “Whore” on my ass I “lose”. If I manage to go the entire time we are out in public without getting all the letters written on my as I “Win”.

You may be asking yourself “Well if you are his slave, why even bother with this silly game? Why not just let it be that it is
Master says “Do this (whatever it is)!” and slave says “Yes sir!” and does it.

Well,we do have mandatory expectations that are set in stone and that I have to follow no matter what. However, Master also believes heavily in using the “Carrot and Stick” approach. You know the old saying

The Whip makes the donkey move.
The Carrot makes the donkey RUN!

Master does not want to feel like a puppet master just working his bimbo by strings and ordering me around like a robot. He also does not want me to just check out of concern for what happens to me, he wants me to choose to participate and work harder in my training in exchange for a privilege.

However, a pampered whore is no good to him. So it is not just privileges. Actually, Master has a system wherein I pay “Rent on my Ass”.

You see since Master owns my body, his reasoning is that I have to pay rent on my “Asshole” to him. Since I have no money (I have to give it all to him), I cannot very well pay in cash. So I have to earn what he calls “Scooby Snacks”. 200 of them by the end of the week.

So yes, if I have over 200 scoobies I could buy some privileges from a list that Master keeps of treats. It is not often I have enough though.

If I do not earn that rent, then I have to work them off (paying off my debt at 50 per day) by serving a “Hell Day” which is to say, about as pleasant as the name implies. It means I am not entitled to the basic privileges and entitlements he allows me under normal training circumstances.

Once the hell-days are over and I've paid any back rent, the clock starts running and on the seventh day I have to make rent again.

So before I tell you what went down tonight at the Wendy's Hamburger joint, I guess I should start six months ago before I started Training, so you can understand what led up to this.

One thing i was thinking about with this story, was changing the context from a Suburban soccer mom who goes on the road with a trucker, to making it where the trucker (due to high gas prices) is out of work so he moves in with her.

Also, that she is more white trash (like me in real life) and lives on her own with just her daughter. This gives the story a single location and reccuring characters, plus they have the freedom to get in the car and drive some place to change up.

What are your thoughts?