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

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

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

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

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

Her "special friend" on the internet was someone she poured her thoughts and heart out to. They played "games" where he would order her to do certain things. Some of these commands were not at all out of the ordinary, such as what to clothes she had to wear, or how to do her hair and makeup. Other times, he told her to do things to herself. Explore her body. Please it, and herself as well. He had introduced her to the concept that pain isn't always a bad thing, but can actually lead to heightened feelings of arousal and pleasure. The fact that she now masturbated several times a week while attaching over a dozen clothespins to each of her breasts no longer seemed unusual to her. As one hand worked her dildo up inside her, the other would reach up to twist and pinch the wooden clamps tighter around her tender flesh. How many times had she dropped to her knees to suck her husbands cock like a starving animal, the moment he got home, but fantasized that it was not her husbands cum she was swallowing, but that of the man on the other side of the computer?

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

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

Again, contact was resumed. And finally, she made the decision to meet him. Never, in all the years of her marriage had she been unfaithful to her husband. Yes, she had become sexually active at a young age, perhaps in ways that might not have been healthy or safe, but she had put that behind her (as she kept telling herself, with mixed results of believability). The tipping point was reached when one afternoon, when her husband returned home, she had wanted sex. Not to "make love", but just to have sex. Animal instincts kicking in, which would lead to brainless fucking to satisfy her on the most primitive level. She just wanted an orgasm that she had not induced by her own hands, but by those of her husband who would take her, and ram himself in her until she blacked out from the pleasure.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"TAKE ME."

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

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

When he shut to door, he paused to look at her. Patti was, as he had always told her, quite beautiful. Her long dark brown hair hung nearly to the small of her back. Smokey eyes, the color of sable looked up at him as she smiled. Upon his instruction, she slowly undressed, releasing the top that encased her full breasts. When she released them from her bra, they fell slightly as gravity took hold, but the nipples and areola was a rosy pink. The weight she feared didn't do anything unflattering to his eye. In fact, the soft full curves of her only added to his lust. Once she had finished, he allowed her to do the same to him. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he told her to stand next to him. "I want to inspect you." As she had been told, there was not a hair on her body, below her neck. Patti had worked for hours to shave, wax and exfoliate herself, so that she was hairless and smooth. "Very good," he purred as one hand slipped up between her thighs to tease the tender moist button of flesh that awaited his attention. He drew Patti into his lap to kiss her, and continue to stroke her. She shifted and opened herself to accept his attentions, delighted at his praise.

Bodies shifted, and soon Patti found herself on her back, savoring the sensations of his hands and mouth that traced patterns across her skin. Closing her eyes, she tried to reach for him, to feel what would soon be inside her, but found him brushing her hand away. "Later," he had whispered. "Just lie back, and enjoy this." And enjoy, she did. And when at last she felt him open her legs wide to lower his mouth down onto her sopping pussy, she moaned with an animal lust that was new to her. She pressed her hands down upon his head, holding him there as his tongue worked deeper and deeper into her. Fingers joined in the explorations, and between his nibbling and sucking her clit, and stroking the insides of her pussy, Patti lost control of herself. The orgasm hit her like none prior in her life. And before she could make sense of it, he had moved to reposition himself so that her ankles were at his shoulders, and he was sliding into her.

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

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

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

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

"It's almost 4:00, pet. What's the concern?"

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

"No."

The word was stated firmly, with a quiet resolve.

"No? What do you mean, 'no'? What the hell... ?"

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

She held a hand to her face. "You can't just..."

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

"Patti," she answered shakily. "My name is Patti, not 'little girl'."

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

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

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

"Yes ... Sir?" she shivered.

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

"I think so," she gulped.

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

She gasped for air, and managed to croak; "bitch understands, Sir."

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

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

Quietly, she accepted his cock into her open mouth. Washing the shaft up and down with her tongue, she made sure to attend it properly, from the base of His balls, up to where she wriggled the tip of her tongue in the small opening at the top. "Not bad, slut," he grunted. "Keep this up, and Master will give you a taste treat." A gurgle and a nod was her answer. After a short time, she found herself fighting her gag reflex as he fucked her face, shoving his cock into the back of her mouth and partially down her throat. Rocking back and forth on her knees, she wondered how long He would keep this up. The answer came soon enough. Pulling her tight against his groin, He shot His load down her throat. Most of it she was not able to taste, since it entered her mouth well beyond her taste buds. When he finished, he shoved her away and she toppled over to the floor. "You need to improve your technique, bitch. But we will have plenty of time for you to work on that."

Sprawled naked on the floor, she shivered, as the room was cool. "Master? Can slut use the bathroom? Please?"

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

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

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

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

"Animals mark their territory with their urine. It is also a way that ownership is stated. Were you aware of that?" She nodded. "Good, so I do not need to explain THIS." Suddenly, hot spurts of urine shot from the tip of His penis and splattered across her face and body. Instinctively, she tried to cover her face, but his commands to keep her hands at her side as she crouched in the shower stall prevented her from doing so. The hot liquid splashed across her face, into her hair, up and down her torso, and legs, and in spite of her attempts to keep it from doing so, some of it entered her nose and her mouth. Try as she might, she couldn't help but spit out the fluids, to clear the taste from her tongue. "Master is marking His pet; the little cunt who wants to be owned and fucked on a daily basis. Soon she will respond like a bitch in heat, begging for cock in every opening her body has. And Master will enjoy doing just that, and many other things. He is SO looking forward to using you and your body. And after that, maybe He will let you go. Wouldn't it be interesting to see how you would explain yourself and where you had been?" A deep laugh erupted. "I would very much enjoy seeing that. Or maybe I will give you to someone else, who will use you. And after that, you are passed along, like a piece of property, just a chunk of fuck-meat, waiting for more cum to fill you up."

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

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