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Deer Camp Sex Slave By xdressedslave Well, I survived! I asked for it, and I got it. I never in my life thought I would be sooo glad to be dumped off in a Holiday Inn parking lot, in broad daylight, dressed like some kind of garish, drag queen whore. The heel of my right, 5" pump had broken off, making me hobble unevenly as I slowly made my way to my car. My outfit was tattered, and I know there was dried cum on my face and in my hair! Every muscle in My body screamed in agony from the 4 day ordeal I'd just endured. As I reached my car, the 2005 Dodge Durango I'd been dumped out of began to pull away. The man I came to know as Master Tony shouted from the passenger seat, "Thanks whore, see you next hunting season!" as he threw a few 5 dollar bills out the window at me. I must have looked totally ridiculous, chasing the blowing bills through the parking lot, But they took all of my money, and my car didn't have enough gas for the 200 plus mile drive home. I rounded up as many as I could catch, a total of $17.00. Feeling totally humiliated as onlookers had gathered, pointing and laughing at me, I sank into the sanctuary of the driver's seat, and began to sob uncontrollably. Laura was right! She told me this was exactly where I'd end up when we broke off our engagement. I have been a submissive cross-dresser for as long as I can remember. My earliest recollection of dressing up is when I was 4. My mother dressed me in my sisters majorette uniform for Halloween. There was no turning back. Mom had opened the door, and I ran through it. At first, I found myself drawn only to dominant females. I enjoyed being dressed for them, and serving in an entirely feminine capacity. I was the maid, slave girl, or lesbian lover. Then I met Laura, whom I soon became engaged to. She loved having me dressed up. It was her idea that when at home, I wear nothing but women's clothes. I was working construction at the time, and she made me wear sexy, satin panties every day. In the winter, she made me wear a bra and pantyhose as well! Early in our relationship she decided that my purpose in life was to be her secretary. She would bringing home files and letters that needed to be typed up. This gave her much more free time at work. Eventually, it also freed up her evenings, as I was becoming busier and busier doing her work. This is when the bomb dropped. I was told that as I was so busy, and had become such a dedicated lesbian lover, she would use her new found free time for the pursuit of real men. As her lesbian slave girl, I was not permitted to object. She told me that since I was a lesbian, I had no idea about the pleasure of sex with a real man. The only way I was allowed to cum was masturbation while she was using her strap-on on me. She, on the other hand, used me as she saw fit. Her favorite thing was to tie me face up on the bed, blindfolded. She would tie a piece of rope tightly around my balls, then make herself quite comfortable on my face. If she felt I wasn't giving it my best effort, she would tug sharply on the rope!! After a few orgasms, she would stick one end of a double headed dildo in my mouth, and tell me to suck it, as she rode it to several more orgasms. I, however, would remain unsatisfied. She would mock me, "Silly girl, you can only cum if you have a cock in your pussy!!" She went out on many dates, with many different men, teasing me that one day she would bring a guy home for me. I would beg her not too, as I really wasn't into guys. It really seemed to amuse her that I was so frightened by the prospect of her making me suck a guy off, and the fact that she indeed could. She would always say to me, "Sometime, when I have you all tied up and vulnerable, the cock going into your mouth will be a real one, and you better not let me down." This never did happen though. She eventually fell in love, and I was told to look for another apartment. She wanted nothing to do with me. Her parting words to me rang back to me, as I sat there in my car, sobbing. "Don't worry. You'll be fine. I've seen the look in your eyes when I'd mention bringing a guy home for you. Your words said no, but your eyes said please, yes!!! I know I'd lose you to some guy eventually, and I don't want to compete for you, I'm sure soon enough, you'll be on your knees for some guy, or guys, because it's part of being a woman. And you are much more woman than man. I also know that you'll enjoy it, and start craving it more and more, and become quite a sex slave for some lucky guy" I tried my best to prove her wrong. I got my own apartment, threw out all my feminine things, and tried to jump back into the dating scene. I say 'tried' because I was terrible at it. Any time I saw a beautiful girl, and thought about approaching her, I would begin imagining her with a huge strap-on protruding from her hips, pointing at me to get on my knees and suck it! Or I would imagine how I would look in the clothes she had on. Eventually, I became more and more reclusive. I started buying women clothes again, and amassed quite a wardrobe. I even bought some bondage gear from a local specialty store. Soon I was living my private life full time female. I even bought 3 big dildo vibrators, which were incorporated into my weekend extended bondage games. My favorite game was to tie myself on a chair with my ankles pulled up, so my feet were off the floor. I would tie myself around the waist to the chair back as tightly as I could. Over my head, from an eye bolt in the ceiling, was a length of rope with a pair of handcuffs tied to them. To get my hands cuffed above my head would usually take a good bit of stretching and squirming, but the end result was me tightly stretched, and tied to the chair. My means of escape were the handcuff keys, tied to the end of a six foot length of rope. The end with the keys was looped several times, submerged into a tray of water, and frozen solid over night, leaving only a six inch end sticking out of the block of ice. This end was tied to another eye bolt in the ceiling two feet behind the chair, which let the melting ice drip into a dish pan behind the chair. Neat and tidy to a flaw! The first time I tried this technique was the most arousing, yet terrifying experience I had at that time. I had frozen the key and rope the night before, and after tying the ice block to the eye bolt, I set to work. I was dressed in the sluttiest outfit I owned at the time. It was a 15"spandex, tiered skirt in black, with a tight, fuzzy pink sweater. I had a black bustier, stockings, satin panties, and a pair of four and a half inch spike heels. The cups of my bustier were filled with water balloons to about a D cup. I moved the chair into position under the handcuffs. The chair was an old, oak dining chair, which I purchased at a flea market just for this purpose. It was a high back, with very sturdy arms, and thick, carved foot legs. It had to weigh 25 to 30 lbs. In the center of the seat, running front to back, I had a piece of 2x4, to which I had attached my black, 9" vibrating dildo. The dildo was called the tormentor, and as it had wires, and a control unit, I had to drill through the 2x4, and make a slot in the bottom for the wires to run through. It had a realistic finish, and balls at the base, which I used to attach it to the 2x4. Not only did it vibrate, it squirmed and twisted from the head to about 4 inches down!! With the 2x4 securely strapped to the seat, the huge black cock about six inches in from the back, I was ready to literally "Fuck myself good". I had two nylon leashes, one tied to each arm of the chair where it attached to the back, with the clasps hanging at seat level. The leashes were tied around the arm, around the back post the arm attached to, them around the arm again. This was to prevent the leashes to slide forward, keeping my ankles pulled up tightly up off the floor. The clasps would be hooked to two inch diameter rings, which were tied to the ropes I had already tightly tied around each ankle. I also had some straps at the ready, as well as some other bondage gear, on a tray table on the right side of the chair Step one was to get myself seated on the monster protruding from the seat! I had prepared myself earlier by placing a baby oil soaked tampon in my ass. I now set to work rubbing the dildo down with baby oil. Shaking with nervous excitement, I went to the bathroom and removed the tampon. It slid out easily, though it had really expanded from all the baby oil. I pulled my panties back up, and practically ran back to the living room. My apartment was in a complex, kind of a row of units with four floors, and four apartments on each floor. I had positioned the chair in the center of the room, facing the balcony door. I have always had this overwhelming fear of getting caught dressed up. It was a nice, sunny Saturday, so I left the lights off, and opened the curtains. My apartment was on the third floor, and I knew that it would be next to impossible for anyone to see me, but the idea that the curtains were open made me shutter. I quickly checked to see if the rest of the things were within reach, and satisfied that they were, began my ordeal!! I straddled the seat of the chair by maneuvering my legs through the hole between the arms and the seat. I pulled the back of my skirt up, and pulled my panties to the side, took a deep breath, and ever so slowly, began my impalement. The head of the dildo was slightly larger than the shaft, and I thought it would be easy once I got the head in. I always wondered what it was like for a girl to have a guy just shove his whole cock in her ass in one surge, and decided this was the time to find out! I counted to three, and forced myself down!! As lubed up as my ass was, and the baby oil soaked dildo, there was absolutely no resistance. The pain, however, was quite intense! I managed about six inches on the first try before I had to stop. I knew I wanted this, and vowed to get the whole dildo inside me, however painful it was. After four or five more thrusts, any remaining resistance was overcome, and I was fully seated, with the full nine inches buried deep inside me!! I sat there for a few minutes, overwhelmed by the pain, like I was being split in two, and the sense of fullness I felt. "My god," I thought, "I have a new sense of sympathy for those girls who get ass raped!!" After a few moments, the pain began to subside, leaving only the incredible sense of being thoroughly full. I regained my composure, and started to work on my restraints. Not so much forgetting about the huge cock in my ass, but underestimating it's effects on any kind of movement, I quickly leaned to the left to secure my left ankle to the leash. The pain made me bolt straight up in my seat, sending another jolt through me! I quickly learn to move more gingerly. As I slowly grabbed the end of the leash on the left arm of the chair, I brought my left foot up off the floor. I didn't think it was possible, but with my weight off my left foot, I sank the slightest bit further onto the dildo. I could feel the balls pressing harder into me. After a little maneuvering, I managed to secure the clasp to the ring tied at the back of my ankle. Slowly, I straightened up, and repeated these steps for the right foot, clasping it to the leash. Now I was fully impaled. With my knees out off the sides of the chair, and my ankles pulled back, I was trapped on the dildo securely! Next, I set to working on strapping myself into the chair. The back of the chair was open, and had a center panel between the two side uprights. The top was a heavy, carved hunk of wood. This was an old, well crafted chair! The center was reinforced in the back, with a 2" x 2" piece of oak centered in it's 5 inch width. I took one of the two wide leather straps I had on the tray table next to the chair. I carefully looped it around the back of the center panel, around my waist, and pulled it tight. I was pulled back in the chair as far as the dildo would let me go. The strap was like a long belt. It had a sturdy buckle with two prongs. The prongs lined up with two sets of holes in the strap. I pulled as tight as I could go, then tightened it to the next hole, inserted the prongs, and tucked the excess strap into the strap now securing me to the chair at the waist! I repeated this technique with a strap around the center panel, around my chest, just below my water balloon tits. I could barely even squirm once I was finished. I looked up at the handcuffs, hanging ever so shiny and inviting from the rope tied to the eye-bolt in the ceiling. It's like they were saying to me, "Come on, it'll be fine!! Look, the ice is starting to melt already!! You'd better hurry!!" I looked up to where the ice block was hanging, and sure enough, water was starting to drip. If I'd have known how long it was really going to take for the keys to thaw out, I might not have hurried with the rest of my restraints like I did!! I thought to myself, "Let's do it, it'll only be an hour or so!!" I quickly set to getting myself ready for the handcuffs. I reached over to the tray table, and grabbed the five inch dildo I had modified into a gag for this moment. It was a thick, realistic model, with the base shaped like a set of balls. I had drilled into the bottom of the dildo, and buried a four inch length of wooden dowel into it, leaving one inch sticking out. I then took a wide elastic belt, cut it to about sixteen inches, and poked a hole in the center of it's length, and the center of it's width. This hole slipped over the dowel in the base of the dildo so I could strap it in!! I placed the dildo to my lips, and slowly worked it in and out, until I could hold it all the way in. With an end of the elastic belt in each hand, I reached around, threaded the loose end through the snap clasp, and pulled it tight. I pulled until it held the dildo in my mouth to a point where I could push it out and inch or so, but was unable to push it out of my mouth completely, and snapped the clasp closed. Having the whole length in my mouth was difficult. I had to push it out a little to swallow, but I could breath. But when I pushed it out to swallow, the elastic forced it right back in. It was like I was getting mouth fucked!! My gag in place, I reached over and picked up my blindfold. It was fur lined leather, and once strapped on tight, the only way to get it off was to unbuckle it. As I placed it over my eyes, and pulled the strap as tight as I could, I was in total blackness. I knew that once the handcuffs were locked, I would be in darkness and at the mercy of the ice above me. Still, I pulled until the prong of the buckle found the hole in the strap. I reached to the table one last time, before I sealed my fate. I pick up the controller for the Tormentor, and decided to wait to turn it on until the cuffs were locked in place. This was my first time using the Tormentor. I had bought it for this experiment, and had no idea what to expect once it was turned on. I had put 2 new size c batteries in it that morning, and turned it on out of curiosity. I remember the sense of awe I felt, as I watched the top four inches squirm and move in small circles. I decided to best thing to do would be to get my hands cuffed over my head, turn it on, and drop the controller!! That way, just like a girl, I'd have no control over how long my rape lasted!! I listened for the sound of drops of water hitting in the dishpan. Once I was satisfied that it was still dripping pretty steadily, I reached for the handcuffs. At first, I thought that maybe I had tied them a little too high. I really had to stretch to get the left cuff around my wrist. I didn't want to have to undo everything I had done up to then, and finally, I managed to get the cuff closed, clicked shut, and the safety lock set. I then switched the controller for the Tormentor to my cuffed left hand, and set to work to cuff my right wrist. "This is it", I thought to myself. "You snap that cuff on, there's no turning back!" But true to form, common sense showed that it has no business sticking it's nose in the world of fantasy! I squirmed and reached, and finally got my right wrist into the open part of the cuff. I twisted my wrist slightly, guiding the open end into the lock mechanism. Four quick clicks of the lock, and the game was on!! I sat there for a moment, contemplating the situation I had just put myself in. It was too late to do anything about the dildo in my mouth, no way that was coming out now. I tried pushing it out completely, only to have the two or so inches I pushed out roughly pulled back in snug by the elastic belt, the latex balls pressed tight against my chin. I couldn't get the huge dildo out of my ass now either. I pulled at the handcuffs, no way they, or the rope they were tied to, was coming undone. Nothing I could do now except sit there like the cock hungry slut I appeared , and I guess I wanted, to be! But wait. I did have control over something. The Tormentor. I had the controller in my left hand. I could turn it on, and if I didn't like it, I could turn it off. After a few moments of self debate, common sense lost out again. Always remember, when trying something for the first time, hold on tight. As soon as the switch hit on, and that THING in my ass came to life, the start made me jump, and I lost my grip on the controller!! The vibration felt like it was going to shake my teeth lose. And that squirming, twisting motion!! I made a muffled, startled screaming sound, and the controller fell from my hand!! It hit my water balloon tits, my left thigh, then I guess it landed on the carpet somewhere in front of the chair. I let out the same muffled scream for the first thirty or forty rotations. Every time it twisted to a certain spot, it made me jump and scream. It also made me cum in my panties, six times!!! I was done. I had to sit there, waiting for the ice to melt, my ass being reamed , sucking a thick cock, for who knows how long!!! I eventually found out though. I estimated it was around 9:30 a.m. when I finally cuffed my hands. When the ice finally melted enough, and I found the keys, and freed myself, it was 3:45 p.m. Six hours and fifteen minutes, that's how long it takes for a three inch thick, six inch diameter block of ice to melt on a sunny, sixty eight degree day. I wasn't subjected to the ravishing of the Tormentor the whole time though. I estimate that about three to three and a half hours into it, the motor died, fortunately!! Every part of my body hurt, especially my jaw. It had cramped so many times from the thick cock forcing my mouth open for so long, that I lost count! My legs were a tangled mess of knots and cramps. At one point, I'd say about four and a half hours into the ordeal, I heard someone in the corridor go into the laundry room. I was in the grip of some serious cramps, and actually thought about trying to summon help. I tried to guess who it might be. If I could be sure it was a woman, any woman, I probably would have tried to scream out. But the fear of being caught by one of the neighbor's husbands stopped me. As much as I'd been fantasizing about being forced by guys, I wasn't ready to be found by a guy I knew, and had to live next door to. Needless to say, two weeks later, despite the agony of the first ordeal, I did it again. This time I made a much smaller tray to freeze the keys into, and was freed in about an hour and a half. ------------------------------------ Now, fast forward ten long, experiment filled years down the path. With today's volume of internet users, it's not very hard to find people who want to play twisted games. It's harmless, right? A little harmless cyber, everyone gets there rocks off, and all are happy!! Until you meet the one person who wants to do real time. It's so easy to find people with similar interests, just start a chat room! And that's exactly how I got here today. It was early October, 2004. I had worked my up to Carpenters foreman for a large General Contracting firm. Talk among the guys was turning towards the rapidly approaching deer hunting season. I was never much for hunting, but I had been to deer camp once or twice. I was in my early twenties, and probably in one of my denial periods. I wanted to be one of the guys. I had gone up with some friends from a company my grandfather worked for. Deer camp is quite an uneventful experience, if you're not an avid hunter, like me. It's all drinking, telling stories of deer camp/hunting past, and poker. We arrived Friday afternoon, the day after thanksgiving, and were drunk until Tuesday, which is exactly why I stayed out of the woods. Drunks and guns are a bad mix. I didn't enjoy the two day hangover either. Eventually, I lost any desire to take part in the ritual again. Back to the present, one story, and it might have been just that, from the crew deer camp chronicles, caught my interest. One of the laborers told us about the year they drove into a town about twenty miles from their camp. They heard about a bar with satellite TV, cheap drinks, and even cheaper girls! They wanted to go so they could watch some College Football game. Two of them went, and as they sat at their table, drinking there beer and watching the game, a girl came in and sat at the table next to theirs. Tom, the one telling the story, said hi, and she smiled, nodded her head, and said hello. His buddy introduced himself, then Tom, and she told them her name was Julie. She accepted their invitation to join them, and they bought her a drink. She asked if they were they were from, if they were up for deer hunting, did they have a camp near town, blah, blah, blah. The usual chit chat. To make a long story short, after a few drinks, she confessed to them that it was a favorite fantasy of hers to be the only girl in a cabin full of men. Of course, she ended up at their camp, and they fucked the shit out of her from her Saturday night, until she finally asked to be driven back to town around noon on Sunday. No one believed his tall, and a tall one at that, tale, but he swore it was all true. And from the time I heard it, the seed was planted, an idea began to grow. I began to fantasize about being dressed up, and kept helplessly tied by a camp full of guys at deer season! To be used as a sex slave for the usual four day deer camp! Then, one Saturday night, it hit me. I was dressed in my french maid outfit, as Saturday was cleaning day, and I was checking out bondage sites on the internet. I would imagine I was the girl tied up, and out of the picture were four or five guys, waiting to rape me! Usually, they would be playing poker, or some other contest, to see who would get to fuck my ass first. I would be bound, gagged, and blindfolded, forced to wait for a winner, knowing as soon as he was victorious, I would be gang raped!! I had cruised the chat rooms before, but never had my own. I found that chat rooms were mostly about cyber, and the ones with dominant females were mostly pro dommes. I wasn't into pay for play, or online role playing, but thought if I had my own chat room, maybe it would be different. I wouldn't have to search for interesting looking profiles, they would come to me. I went to AOL chat, the members only section, and started setting up my chat room. I put it under Special Interests, and named it Pghsissycd4deercamp! I clicked on go chat, and the room came up on the screen. I sat there, transfixed on the screen. I guess I expected the room to fill up with horny guys, looking for someone like me. My cleaning was done earlier in the day, so I got a glass of wine, sat at my computer like a good girl, and waited. I had only a handful of visitors to my room, most looking for cyber, some looking for phone sex, (yea, right!), and one guy from Wyoming, who said he wished I were at his deer camp. So, first night strike out. That didn't deter me though. When I got a chance, I pulled up my room from my favorites, and waited. I got several interesting offers, all involving out of the question traveling. I made sure everyone I acknowledged knew I was real time only, and very serious about this!! With Thanksgiving one week away, I was starting to write off the whole thing. Not one serious contact within driving distance. Several guys from the area wanted to come to my place, (out of the question), or have me meet them at a motel. The second offering kind of peeked my interest. I would tell them only if they could find three or four more guys, as I'm into gang rape. I wouldn't hear from them again. Finally, the Tuesday before Thanksgiving, I decided that at the end of the evening, if there were no takers, I would delete the room from my favorites. I wasn't disappointed! I had been wasting my time with a few guys I had chatted with before. I would tell them again and again, that I wasn't interested in hooking up, and finally minimized the three instant messages, since when I closed them, another from them popped up. Now, all I had to put up with was the damn ringing sound of incoming messages from them. A few moments later, an instant message box popped up that really got my attention! What caught my attention was the fact that it didn't say "hi", like the other lame IM's. This one was quite matter of fact, and read as follows. WANTED: One cock sucking sissy bitch to be tied up and repeatedly raped at my camp in Tionesta from Thursday evening, until Tuesday afternoon. If you are the cum hungry sissy whore I'm looking for, you may begin begging to be my sex slave. Do not Say hi, or ask ASL, just beg for my cock, slut!!! At first I just sat there, stunned. Was he joking? Looking to start a cyber scene? Then, another message came in. "Too slow sissy ho, guess you're not really looking for cock. Bye!" I typed quickly, and sent my response. "No, please, I was in the bathroom, touching up my make-up, and just got back to my computer. I just saw your message. Please let me come be your camp whore. I'll do anything you want, ANYTHING!!!" I emphasized. Tionesta is only about two and a half hours North of Pittsburgh. If it turned out he was serious, this was very do-able!! My mind began racing. The thought of whether or not I really wanted to do this never even entered into my mind. "Please!! I need this more than anything!! I need to be tied up, humiliated, and used by you and your friends!!" I quickly typed. I debated only for a second or two whether or not to send the message, then clicked send. "PLEASE!!!!" I sent. I sat there, waiting for a response. Five minutes passed, then ten. I was losing hope of a response, then, finally, it came. "You will answer 'yes Master' or 'no Master'. If I direct you to answer a question that can't be answered yes or no, you will be brief. Understand?" "Yes Master!" I type quickly "Have you sucked cock before?" "No master!" "Have you ever been fucked?" "No Master." "You will be doing a lot of both. Once at my camp, you will be chained, and used at any time, as we see fit. Understand?" "Yes Master!!" "Do you use dildos?" "Yes Master!" "You will stop using them in your sissy pussy, I want your pussy nice and tight! Understand?" "Yes Master." "You will practice sucking cock with your biggest dildo. I expect you to be a pro deep throater when I take you. Understand?" "Yes Master." "You will send me an e-mail detailing every outfit you own. You will include a list of toys and bondage gear you may own, which I would want you to bring. While at my camp you will be fully dressed, made-up and smell like a cheap whore. I expect that e-mail from you in fifteen minutes, or you will never hear from me again! Understand, slut?" "Yes Master!!" "Good girl! Clock is ticking." Needless to say, I typed as fast as I could. I detailed my lingerie collection, then shoes and boots, skirts and blouses, my three dresses, and my maids uniform. I also let him know that I had a set of glue on breast forms in a D cup. Six minutes left!!! I listed my bondage gear, dildos, and whips. Finishing with no time to spare, I sent the e-mail!! I typed in the instant message box, "You've got mail" and sent it! His response was long in coming. Again, I thought it was someone playing games with me. Then I thought that maybe I HAD taken too long to respond. This thought made my heart sink. I was so aroused by finding someone who knew how to treat me, and wanted to treat me, like a slut! And his camp was only two and a half hours away!! I sat there, staring at the screen, like a schoolgirl waiting by the phone for a boy to call, for a good fifteen minutes. Suddenly, shaking me from my trance, I heard, "You've got mail." I clicked on my mailbox, and seeing the screen name, quickly opened it! >>These instructions are to be followed explicitly. Any instructions not strictly adhered to will result in your rejection. You will pack a suitcase with the following items: a) All of your black lingerie except one pair of black satin panties, the black corset and a pair of fishnet stockings. b) You will pack your 5" heeled calf boots. c) The plaid pleated schoolgirl outfit, the black tiered skirt, the black micro mini skirt, and the french maid outfit. The tiered skirt will be used for a more party girl look, and the micro for the whore look, so accessorize properly. d) Your make-up, except for a small, travel touch-up bag to be kept in a small purse, with a bottle of cheap whore perfume. e) Your short, brunette permed wig In a small carry on bag you will pack: a) Your riding crop, and cat-o-nine b) Your dildo gag, ball gag, ring gag, and your blindfold Also pack your lock on collar, several lengths of chain, and all of your padlocks Thursday afternoon, you will bathe, shave your entire body, and prepare for the trip. You will glue your tits on. Then you will dress in the lingerie not packed, the black and white zebra pattern skirt, and the white, sheer blouse. You will accessorize and make yourself up to look as trashy as possible. You will wear the long, blonde wig, and your 5" ankle strap pumps. So you don't get cold, you may wear your rabbit fur jacket. You will then put you bags in your car and drive to the Brookville Holiday Inn, where you will park in the rear lot, far corner. Once there, you will lock the leather wrist and ankle cuffs on, and lock your collar around your neck. Have three padlocks, and two short lengths of chain ready. Have the carry-on bag of toys on the passenger seat. I will be there at 8:30. At 8:31, I will be gone, so DON'T be late. On your way to brookville you will pass several small stores and convenience marts. I don't care which one you choose, but you will stop and get the following items. Ten bottles of douche, a box of tampons, two twelve pack boxes (or the equivalent) of condoms, and a carton of Misty light 120's, menthol. I will want to see the time and date on the receipt, so don't forget to get one. Ask the cashier to write a note on the back that you were dressed up. Do not wear your jacket into the store. You will place these purchases in the carry-on. I will be driving a dark green, 2005 Dodge Durango. When I get there, I expect to see you standing in front of your car, holding a sign that reads "Tony's Sex Slave." You will remain standing there while I inspect your car. Any male clothing found will result in your dismissal. Once I am satisfied that you have followed my instructions to my satisfaction, I will lock your hands behind your back, chain your ankles together, and put a chain on your collar. Once in my car, you will be blindfolded, and gagged with your dildo gag for the rest of the trip. You had better not be playing with me, cunt, I have your e-mail address, and believe me, I can find out who you are!!! See you Thursday, slut.