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.