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…