After determining my shoe size, Judy brought out a variety of shoes, and boots for me to try on. Each time I tried a pair on, I was told to walk around the room and model them. It didn't take me long to figure out that I should make sure the bells were ringing when I walked. Everything I tried on had heels that were at least five inches high, and it was tough keeping my balance.
Judy put one pair on me that had insanely high heels. So high, that I had to walk on my tip toes. These boots were very difficult for me to maintain my balance, and I nearly fell over several times. I was very glad, when Ray declined them! He wanted shoes, boots, and sandals that could be worn in public, and comfortably... to an extent. All of his choices were very sexy. The pair of sandals laced up my calf, and were my favorite pair. They made my legs look really hot and sexy.
The last pair I tried on was a pair of vinyl boots that zipped up the back of the leg. They had five-inch high heels, and the tops of the boots, stopped, just short of my crotch a little higher than mid thigh. Ray loved them, and said that I would also wear them home.
We were at this store for hours. Ray made a lot of purchases, and when we were done, Tom told him that the total came to a little over a thousand dollars. I was shocked at the amount. Apparently, Ray had a lot more money than I guessed he did, and he didn't mind spending it on items to use with me. He bought all sorts of harness's, straps, restraints, clamps, clothing, and toys. I wondered if he had done this with the women he talked about before I came along. If so, what happened to the stuff he bought them?
"Would you like your usual discount?" Tom asked.
"Not this time. How about half of the normal rate?" Ray answered.
"Yeah, that will do." Tom said.
Ray took me aside, and explained that the normal discount was to let Tom fuck me, and he'd take ten percent off the total. This is what had been done with his previous slaves. However, since Bill hadn't yet agreed for me to have sex with someone else that was off the table. On the other hand, he did receive permission from Bill for me to suck cock. However, only if it was someone that Ray knew personally.
He took me back to where Tom and Judy waited, and I said, "Please sir, would you let me suck your cock?"
Tom didn't say a word; he just pulled his zipper down, and let me take it from there. I knelt down in front of him, and pulled his cock out of his pants, while Ray and Judy watched. He had a nice cock. Not as big as Ray, or even Bill, but it was nice just the same. Looking back, I think I was beginning to like all cocks, no matter what the size was.
When I put it in my mouth, it didn't taste bad either. I don't know why I noticed that, I just did I guess. When I suck a cock, good personal hygiene makes it a lot more fun for me. I'm not a fan of cheese dick! Soon he started leaking precum, and that also tasted good to me. I worked him over pretty good, and felt him stiffen, and then begin ejaculating in my mouth. I swallowed every drop and when I finished I said, "Thank you sir for the honor of sucking your cock." The whole thing only took about twenty minutes from start to finish. My cock sucking skills were improving and I smiled to myself.
Ray paid for his purchases, and as a slave would, I loaded them into the van. Just when I was thinking I would ride up front with Ray, he decided I would ride in the back... impaled on the dildo again. The dildo was made so that it could be detached from the floor by removing a couple of torsion clips. A metal bar that was attached to the floor by a hinge was pulled up so it was perpendicular to the floor. Then a support was attached to the back of the bar, and anchored to the floor. This held the bar in an upright position, securely in place.
The floor pads were positioned alongside the bar, and Ray attached the dildo to it pointing forward. I noticed that there was a slot in the bar so the dildo could be moved up or down for proper alignment. Before I got into the van, Ray had me remove the boots. When I got in, he pushed me to my knees, lined up the dildo and had me back up until it was about half way in my pussy. My knees were strapped to the floor, and my hands were cuffed and attached to the eyehooks in the ceiling. In this position, I knew that the road and motion of the van wouldn't be enough for the dildo to fuck me. I was a little disappointed.
"Those bells had better be ringing." Ray told me. "You fuck yourself on that dildo, and make those bells ring. You don't stop until I tell you to. You don't cum without permission. Do you understand?"
"Yes Master. Your slave understands." I said.
As soon as we were out of the garage, I started moving back and forth on the dildo. The bells didn't ring much, and I had to move my upper body to make that happen. I was glad they didn't weigh very much, because it would've hurt much worse than it did, and the corset made it hard to breathe. This was going to be a very long ride home!
After only about thirty or forty minutes, I felt the coming orgasm approach. "Please Master... May your slave cum?" I asked.
"No." was all he said.
I continued fucking myself. The sensations of the dildo rubbing against the plug in my ass were something I had never experienced before, and it felt good. Very, very good! I waited for what I thought was an acceptable amount of time, before asking again, "Please sir... May your slave cum?"
Again, I was denied. Time after time, I asked, and time after time, he refused. Then we pulled into a rest stop. This time, when I asked, he said, "How badly do you want it slave?"
"Your slave wants very badly to cum Master." I said.
I was still fucking myself on the dildo, and I'm sure that if anyone looked at the van, they would wonder why it was rocking like it was. My breathing was labored, and my pussy clutched at the invading object. I could feel my juices running down the insides of my thighs. The bells were still ringing.
"I will allow you to cum, but you first have to prove how much you want it." Ray said.
"Yes Master. Your slave will do anything to be allowed to cum." I replied breathlessly.
"If you really are serious about having an orgasm, then you will show me." He said. "You will get out of the van and crawl across the grass, and find a spot to piss."
I was horrified, but I wanted this pretty badly. When I didn't answer Ray said, "If you can't do that, then we will continue driving, and you will not be permitted to cum. It's your choice slave. Tell me now... we haven't got all day."
This was it. I wondered how many people were out there, and if I would be seen. He hadn't told me anything about where we were, and all I had seen was the rest stop sign through the windshield of the van. It was early evening, about dusk, but still quite bright enough to see without additional lights. There was no way it was dark enough to conceal that I was nearly naked, or that I would be pissing in the grass. I was also keenly aware that the bells would attract attention to me as I crawled.
"Master... Your slave will do as you command." I finally said.
Ray got into the back, and released me. I was stiff, and he allowed me a moment to get the blood circulating in my extremities again, before opening the side door. To my great relief there weren't many cars in the parking area. Farther away, I saw a line of big trucks parked, but no one was very close to where Ray had parked.
When I made my move out of the van, those damned bells started ringing. To me the sound was deafening. I was certain that people would hear them, and look to see where the sound was coming from. From what I could see, no one was outside to witness me humiliating myself. That was something I couldn't bank on though, and I hurried as fast as I could to a spot in the grass that I felt comfortable with. I chose it, because it was partially hidden behind a picnic table.
I knew better than to just piss, and so I asked, "Master... May your slave be allowed to piss here?"
He put his hand to his ear, indicating that I hadn't asked him in a loud enough voice. I don't know why he hadn't followed me. He was standing near the front of the van and I was about forty or fifty feet away. I repeated a little louder this time, "Master... May your slave be allowed to piss here?"
I was shocked, when he put his hand to his ear again! Once more, I asked, in full speaking voice, "Master... May your slave be allowed to piss here?"
Ray put his hand to his ear again, and I was irritated. Apparently, he wanted me to yell as I had at the farm. This was not good at all. I sucked in my breath and loudly asked, "Master... May your slave be allowed to piss here?"
That's when I saw them. Walking in my direction were two big men who looked like they may be truck drivers. That literally scared the piss out of me, and I was pissing before Ray could voice his approval. Ray intercepted them, before they could get to where I was, and a conversation ensued that I couldn't quite make out. I caught a couple of words, like slave, slut, and permission. I guessed that he was explaining why I was doing what I was, and why I was dressed, the way I was.
The three men walked over to where I was still squatting, and I was so embarrassed. I hung my head down, and Ray said, "Present yourself slut."
I moved to my knees, and assumed the correct position, hoping that I wasn't kneeling in my piss.
"Well I'll be a son of a bitch!" One of them exclaimed. "That's something you don't see every day."
"Her training has been going pretty well, although she'll have to be punished for pissing without permission." Ray said. Then he looked at me, and added, "Offer cunt."
I quickly assumed the position and held my pussy open as far as I could. "Damn! I'd sure like to have a piece of that!" One of them said.
