This was sent to me by a long standing friend that drives trucks for a living, after he had discovered I had driven to Chicago and back recently. Just some sexy little musings but they were so hot .. I had to share. Thanks Steve!

Dear Mistress or just hey Suze,

Well at least a man can dream, somewhere on the highway between Ny and Chicago, not long after dark, a rest stop. You’ve seen my truck on Facebook, I curse the soda machine stealing my last quarter. Whack! a sting across my lower back! I turn, to see your deviant grim in the dimly lit rest area deep in The Wilds of Pennsylvania. You ever so creative and prepared, without a word hold up a collar, and without breaking eye contact I know what I am to do. My hands reach behind my neck as I bow my head, the electrifying touch of your stern hand taking my shoulder, turning me around and affixing the collar to my neck. I leave my hands behind my neck in an apprehensive anticipation of your word. “Arms Down!” You speak in a quiet but forceful tone and of course I immediately obey. You cuff me, and lead me to a dark corner far off on the edge of the rest area. You instruct me to lay my torso down on the worn picnic table and I enjoy the exhilarating fear and anticipation as I feel my ankles being secured to the legs of the table. “How are you my slave?” you ask knowing “I am your’s” I reply. Your hand caresses my butt in a loving caring way we both savor the anticipation of that first strike of the flogger……..

I could go on…. Steve

And he did a few days later …

She had unshackled my spent exhausted body from the picnic table, I could hardly stand after countless blows with the paddle and the flogger. Not a soul for miles to hear my whimpering. Becoming misty in the early morning air dew settles on everything. She leashes me and leads me to the parking area where my truck is covered with the cold mist.

“This is the cold steel bed you tie things too?” She asks, Noticing 4 12 inch lengths of chain with large rings on one end she holds one up before my face, “How does this work?” She demands. “The chain end goes in the slotted holes around the bed of the truck.” I respond, “and the rings are hooked to any number of things” She instructs me to extend and lower the bed, watching how the hydraulics work. Not either fully out or lowered she likes the angle of the cold steel deck and orders me to lie face down spread eagled on the back. She affixes my still cuffed wrists to the chains and sets them in the outside chain holes. She then apprehensively grabs a lever and the bed lifts me off the ground my legs dangling freely behind the bed. As the bed lifts me, She notices my legs being dragged over the tow bar.

“I’ve seen these, How does this work?” She demands. “The next 2 levers forward I reply” With 2 more short chains She affixes my ankles to the tow bar. Raising the deck a little more, my chest lays across the sharp back edge of the deck.My cock and balls exposed dangling in the night air, my ankles chained to the tow bar I’m fully suspended. She raises the deck fully and retracts it forward as my body straightens out. I’m still slightly arched downward until She grabs another lever to extend the towbar stretching my body. My ass exposed, my cock and balls hanging, my upper body laying on dew covered cold steel. She enjoys the predicament I am in, Reaching for Her flogger, I hear a “whoop” in the air as the fist strike lands….

Mercilessly, She lands perhaps 200 blows to my back and ass with the flogger. I’m far past crying, I’m far past pain, I’m far past any sense of self, I’m merely Her plaything bound and enslaved to my own truck.

I feel a cold wet set of fingers on my ass.I struggle to turn my head to look back, I see Her deviant grin as Her hand lubes Her strapon, How one mind can experience both terror and relief at once, I know what comes next as She steps over the straight center beam of the tow bar…….