I couldn’t have been happier. I was heading down the highway to meet Mistress Rachael. Her last letter had contained instructions on how to prepare for this, our fourth get-together. We had corresponded with one another for a year before she finally consented to a meeting. Now whenever she was in the state on business, she called me to serve her.

I spied a service station with a rest room and pulled in so I could get ready for our meeting. Squatting on the chilly tiled floor, I actually inserted an anal plug into my “service entrance” as Mistress liked to call my asshole. It fit okay once it was in, I guess, but its nubby surface itched the whole time it was in there. I would have to hand it back to Rachael on demand; she knew how to set the tone for the evening. This was just one of many nasty little acts... Read More