For some reason, unknown to me, the blindfold made me feel much more vulnerable and helpless than my nudity, or my bondage. I knew where I was; my Master had driven me out to this isolated truck stop, off the main highway, full clothed, and unbound, my eyes taking in the sights along the way. We pulled in to the parking lot, and He took me into the men’s room. I was laughing, saying how embarrassed I’d be to be caught fucking in a men’s bathroom in a truck stop. He just smiled.

 

Once inside, he locked the door, which eased my anxiety about being walked in on. He commanded me to undress, so I slipped off my sundress, bra and panties. He told me I could leave my sexy high heeled sandals on, so I did. Then He had me kneel on the floor. Which made me a bit dubious, as the bathroom was far from clean, but knees can be washed, and there were no bits of broken glass or needles there. I knelt, my thighs wide apart, my back straight, shoulders back, chin raised and eyes lowered, as He taught me when He first became my Master. My hands I clasped behind my back and I waited for Him to command me.

 

He smiled and ruffled my hair, which made me melt a little inside. It felt so good to feel his smile on me, warm as sunshine. His approval had become the most important thing in my life; my ultimate goal, my ultimate joy and sense of self worth.

 

“I love you.” He said. “And I’m very proud of you. But so far, you have hardly been tested. Your personal boundaries, your obedience, your trust in me, have hardly been tested. Today is a very big test. But I have every faith that you will do brilliantly, and do me proud, as you always do.”

 

I felt flushed and warm, and not a little nervous at his words, but I bowed my head. “I will do my best not to let you down, Master.” I murmured. He smiled and petted me again. “That’s all I ask, my slave.” I glowed.

 

He reached into his backpack and pulled out a few things and showed them to me. The handcuffs. The blindfold. The glass jar. The sign. As I saw his intentions, my eyes grew wide and I became very frightened. He looked down at me and sighed, hiding his impatience well. I took a few deep breaths, to force myself to be calm, to trust him, to dwell only in the experience he was about to grant me. I closed my eyes and bowed my head. I felt him blindfold me. I felt him handcuff me to the railing. I heard the jar and the sign being set out. I heard him walk over and unlock the bathroom door.

 

For a long time, I heard nothing. I knelt on the cold floor, the scent of urine and disinfectant in the air. Eventually, I heard a new pair of shoes. Boots, really. They came in and paused. There was a faint “Heh.” And then the sound of a zipper. Strong hands were suddenly on either side of my face. I felt the soft pressure of a cock at my lips and I parted them, eagerly, my tongue searching for it. He maneuvered it into my mouth and I began sucking, licking it, coaxing it to harden, which  it did, slowly, filling up my mouth and into the back of my throat. The man smelled different from my Master, tasted different, but even that difference turned me on. My Master was right, as always; we had grown too comfortable in our pleasant little life, safe and sound in our snug little home. I had grown too complacent. I sucked the strange cock and felt free again, that terrified exhilaration of flying, falling, unsuspended, unsupported…. Except for Him, who made this a thrill instead of a horror.

 

I suckled the strange cock with all my skill, using my tongue, my lips, my mouth and throat…. I hated having my hands cuffed; I like using my hands as well, to play with and cup His balls, but I also reveled in the helplessness I was feeling.

 

I swallowed, rhythmically, my mouth and throat working together to coax  the hard cock to release. After an endless time, I finally heard him grunt, and felt it begin to twitch and spurt down my welcoming throat. I swallowed, frantically, triggering more and more, gulping the thick cream down. As he pulled his spent shaft from my lips, I tasted his cum, and again, it was a strange flavour, and again the strangeness made my heart beat faster. I heard him zip up his fly and I heard a tinkle of metal on glass. Then I heard him walk over to the urinal and I heard the sound of him peeing. Eventually, I heard him walk out the door.

 

I knelt there again for a long time, in silence, tasting the strange cum in my mouth, when the door opened again. A different footstep entered, lighter, more crisp. Again, it paused. A strange man’s voice asked, in a puzzled tone, “Is this for real?” but I couldn’t answer him. I heard him approach, slowly, and walk around me, and I flushed red, for I could imagine what I looked like; naked, kneeling on the floor, handcuffed and blindfolded, drying cum splattered over my chin and my breasts, my nipples hard.

 

I felt his hands on my hips, and he pulled me up on my knees so that I hung, awkwardly, from my bound wrists. The handcuffs were padded, so while it was awkward, it wasn’t uncomfortable. I felt his fingers explore my pussy, finding is soaking wet. The blowjob and my bondage had me incredibly turned on and I whimpered, softly, as he explored my slippery folds. Finally I heard his zipper and felt his bulbous cock pressing at my slippery pussy and I moaned, leaning back, desperately. With one, strong stroke, he pushed deep into me, and I almost came, right there.  As it was, it only took two or three strokes for my body to spasm, my breath catching, as pleasure washed over me, thrumming through my clit. He grunted, feeling me tighten around him, and started fucking me faster, harder.

 

I’ve always been able to cum a lot. One memorable night, my Master counted 16 orgasms before I completely passed out. So when this stranger started pumping his hard, hot cock into me, I was completely lost for a time as my orgasms crashed over me like waves. It didn’t take him long to join me, with my pussy milking his shaft as it was, and soon I heard him moan and felt his hard cock twitch deep inside me. I shuddered as he pulled out, leaving my cunt slick with his cum. I heard him walk to the stall and pull off some toilet paper to clean himself up, but he left me cum drenched and trembling. Finally, I heard metal on glass and his clicking shoes as he headed out the door.

 

It took a long time for me to stop trembling. And a bit longer to start getting bored. Finally, I heard the door open again. This time, I barely heard the shoes approaching; just some light scuffling on the floor. Again, the footsteps paused as the new arrival took in the sight of me, the jar, the sign. He approached and began fingering my cunt, now sloppy with cum. Without a sound, he began scooping up the thick cum and spreading it over my asshole. I whimpered. My Master had only started using me anally a week before, and I still found it painful, if incredibly arousing. It still felt too intimate to share with a stranger. But I said nothing, remembering the look of pride in His eyes when He looked at me. Not for anything would I jeopardize that look.

 

I heard him unzip, and then felt his cock pressed against my tiny pucker. It seemed thinner than the others, but perhaps that was just wishful thinking, because, as he pushed the flanged cockhead past my tight ring I felt an intense burning pain. I squirmed, whimpering, despite myself, but he kept pushing, deep into my hottest, tightest hole, until his entire length was sunk into me, stretching me, filling me completely, his hips resting against my backside.

 

He started to pull back, only to thrust again, and again, tearing and stretching my tight little ass. After the third or fourth stroke I started to enjoy it, and by the sixth, my body was singing again, my clit throbbing and my ass burning beautifully. For an endless time I just hung there, suspended by my wrists and the long, hard cock grinding in and out of my pulsing ass, my breath coming in whimpering gasps as I came, again and again.

 

It didn’t take long for him to cum once he started really fucking me, his cock pounding deep into me, his hips banging against my ass, his balls slapping against my slippery cunt. I felt him stiffen, and then heard him groan, as his cock spewed into my hot, sore little ass. He pulled out of me, which made me moan, and continued to splatter his hot cum over my bare backside. I shuddered and collapsed, whimpering, on the floor, completely spent. I heard him go to clean up, and urinate, heard the metal on glass, and then heard the whisper of his shoes head out the door.

 

As soon as the door closed behind him, I heard the lock close. I stiffened; I hadn’t heard anyone else come in. Was I locked in? Would my Master come back and not be able to retrieve me? I had to pee, now, and I was humiliated to think of peeing all over myself on the floor.

 

Suddenly, I felt hands on my head. I jumped like a scalded cat. But it was only my wonderful, sweet, loving Master, lifting the blindfold off my sweaty, flushed face with one hand. In His other hand was digital video camera, pointed at me. He smiled his wonderful, proud, possessive smile and I felt my own bruised lips turning up automatically under the warmth of it. He turned off the camera and set it down before uncuffing me and helping me to my feet. He let me pee, but refused to let me wash up. I pulled my sundress back on over my sticky skin, but He kept my bra and panties. He picked up the jar, which held three quarters in it, and the sign that read, “Any Hole ~ 25 Cents”. He grinned at me. “C’mon. Let’s go buy you a Coke.”