BlairÕs latex gloves squeaked as she turned onto the highway. ÊWhether the sweat was from the anxiety of what she and Kelly were about to do or the fact that she was wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants over latex gloves and five-inch thigh high heels was undecided. ÊIt was probably both, but the Doberman was using whatever attention she had outside of driving to determine which was causing more.
	Kelly didnÕt seem nervous. ÊThe pig girl sitting in the passenger seat was smiling whilst looking through her phone and taping keys for text messages. ÊCompared to BlairÕs ÒinconspicuousÓ sweat clothes and latex ensemble, her mistress dressed like she was casually visiting a mall with her jean jacket, purple skirt with a black studded belt, nylon stockings, and buckled heels. Ê
	Of course, Kelly didnÕt plan on exposing herself so why bother with fetishwear?
	ÒTake the next right,Ó Kelly ordered. ÊBlair nodded, keeping focus for the next exit in the empty nighttime highway.
	Or morning, considering whatever 2 AM falls under.
	Yesterday Kelly had said that she had Òsomething specialÓ planned for Blair today, something that would cement their relationship as owner and slave. ÊFrom the thick leather collar around the DobermansÕ neck, Blair wasnÕt sure what was left to prove.  Though she was nervous about wearing her play collar in public. ÊBut wasnÕt that normal?
	Taking the next right, their headlights shined onto a highway rest stop. ÊUnlike others that had some shop or fast food restaurant for travelers to sit down or buy something to help them along their way, this had a single cement block building with two bathroom doors, and two vending machines on the side of it. ÊAside from the building, there were two trees and two rubber lined green tables with built-in benches on both sides under it.
	ÒPark behind the bathrooms,Ó Kelly ordered. ÊBlair complied, finding no other cars or trucks parked at the stop as she parked around. ÊThey were completely alone.
	After she turned the engine off, Blair got out of the car and headed to the trunk to take out their toybag, a black gym bag that had long since become the holder of Kelly and BlairÕs kink related possessions. ÊGrabbing the bag, Blair looped back around to the passenger side door and opened it, then kneeled as she waited for Kelly.
	ÒSuch a good girl,Ó Kelly said, her heels clicking across the pavement as she stepped out of the car. ÊBlair smiled at the compliment but didnÕt look up to her mistress.  She shivered in excitement and fear as a leash locked into the D-ring of her collar, with a single tug enough to tell her to get up and follow.
	Blair towered over Kelly as she followed behind, the leash arcing upward to the amazonian Doberman. ÊBlair could feel her heart speed up as the back of her collar dug into her neck when Kelly pulled her along. She was definitely sure now that most of her sweat wasnÕt from the baggy sweat clothes in the early spring weather.
	Reaching the womanÕs bathroom door, Kelly pulled out a black marker, a piece of paper, and a roll of ducktape. ÊShe wrote an ÒOut of OrderÓ sign and plastered it over the womanÕs symbol.  Blair wasnÕt sure that would be enough to ward off interrupters, but she didnÕt say it. ÊShe was too excited for the ÒsomethingÓ to care anymore.
	ÒCheck the stalls,Ó Kelly ordered once they were inside, ÒFind out which is the least needing of a good scrub.Ó
	Blair did as instructed, letting her leash dangle from her neck as she checked while Kelly sat on the sink counter. ÊClicks and pings of texts echoed through the bathroom as Blair checked the five stalls.  Thankfully, no one had left any ÒleftoversÓ unflushed, but it was still a public bathroom. ÊShe returned to Kelly, kneeling down to report.
	ÒWhat have you found?Ó ÊKelly asked, not looking away from her phone.
	ÒThe middle one I believe is the cleanest, mistress.Ó
	ÒWould you eat off of it?Ó
	ÒIf you asked me to,Ó Blair answered. ÊKelly sounded disgusted at BlairÕs answer, which only made the Doberman smile. ÊEven in submission, she could have a little snark.
	ÒCute. ÊWould you let me eat off it?Ó Kelly asked.
	ÒNo, Mistress.Ó
	Kelly zipped open their toybag and pulled out a spray bottle and other assorted cleaning products she had asked Blair to pack, ÒYou have twenty minutes, make it spotless.Ó
	ÒYes, Mistress,Ó Blair said as she nodded her head and grabbed the products. ÊWhile she sprayed down and brushed the toilet, the Doberman didnÕt hear any texting from behind her. ÊHer mistress was watching her, watching her slave clean a public stall.  Blair kept that in mind as she cleaned, scrubbing and spraying with the intent to take all twenty minutes given to make it as presentable as she could. ÊAround fifteen she was sure it was enough, but enough for her wasnÕt enough for her mistress in her mind.
	The timer from KellyÕs phone sounded off, and Blair returned to her mistress, putting the cleaning supplies down and kneeling before the pig girlÕs hanging feet off the counter. ÊHer mistress walked off of the counter to inspect, taking what felt like a minute of review that Blair dared not turn around to watch.
	ÒDo you think you could have done better?Ó Kelly asked from the stall.
	Blair nodded. ÊBack hairs stood on end as KellyÕs hand rested onto BlairÕs brunette and single braid hair, ÒWhat else could you have done?Ó
	ÒI could have brushed the bowl, Mistress.Ó
	ÒAnd why didnÕt you?Ó
	ÒI was given no toilet brush.Ó
	KellyÕs fingers slowly dug into BlairÕs hair, not enough to hurt but enough to notice, ÒAre you implying that I didnÕt give you the right tools?Ó
	ÒN-no, Mistress,Ó Blair said, her breath becoming ragged, ÒI used all that was provided.Ó
	ÒSo why did you not have a toilet brush?Ó
	Blair gulped, ÒBecause...because I did not pack one.Ó
	ÒAnd why is that?Ó
	The DobermanÕs throat tightened as she struggled to find the words, ÒI did not think I would need it.Ó
	ÒDidnÕt I tell you to pack cleaning supplies?Ó
	Blair nodded, KellyÕs grip still firm on her scalp.
	ÒThen why did you think you would not need the toilet brush?Ó
	ÒI...I donÕt know, Mistress.Ó
	Kelly chuckled softly, ÒOf course you donÕt, you dumb bitch.Ó She said before sighing and mumbling out loud, ÒWhat am I to do with you?Ó to herself. ÊAs ashamed as Blair felt, she already knew something like this would happen.  KellyÕs brand of sadism was less pain of the body and more torment of the soul and mind. ÊFor as long as the Doberman knew her, Kelly had enjoyed breaking people down and dragging them through the mud with words and tasks alone.
	It would be a lie to say Blair didnÕt enjoy every minute of it. Ê
	ÒGet up, lose the sweats,Ó Kelly said, finally letting go. ÊBlair complied with restrained joy, holding back her smile as she removed her sweatshirt to reveal her bare chest to the open air, with her nipple rings bouncing as the shirt passed them. ÊNext were her pants, revealing not only her lack of panties but also the black buckled thigh-high boots that matched her armlength latex gloves.
	After unceremoniously tossing her sweat clothes into a pile, Blair was handed a pair of ankle and wrist cuffs. ÊBlair breathed deeply as she strapped the leather cuffs to each limb, trying to calm herself for whatever play she was about to commence.
       When done, her mistress slipped her finger through the D-ring of BlairÕs collar and pulled her in for a kiss. ÊThe pigÕs tongue pushed past BlairÕs teeth, ravishing the DobermanÕs mouth while her hands were free to twist, tug, and hook themselves through the DobermanÕs nipple rings.
       ÒWhat am I to do with you?Ó Kelly said as she broke away, ÒJust when I think youÕre almost perfect, you make a mistake that not even a child would miss.Ó
       ÒIÕm s-sorry, Mistress,Ó Blair said between breaths, ÒI wonÕt do it again,Ó
       ÒNo, you will,Ó Kelly said, her free hand now slowly dragging her fingertips down BlairÕs toned stomach, ÒBut I suppose that is why I like you, pet.Ó
       Before Blair could answer, Kelly inserted two fingers into her pussy. ÊThe Doberman gasped as her mistress toyed and teased with her cunt, letting her own sexual juices stain her ownerÕs hand.
	ÒBecause despite your mistakes, you wonÕt give up. ÊThrough everything I ask of you, no matter how debasing it is, you come crawling back. ÊNot only begging for more but asking if youÕve pleased me.  ItÕs almost perfect,Ó
	Kelly withdrew her fingers and grabbed BlairÕs face with that hand, slathering the Doberman with her own fluids, ÒBut sluts naked in a public bathroom are nowhere near perfect, are they?Ó
	ÒNo, Mistress.Ó
	Kelly smiled as she let go, ÒGood girl,Ó she said as she turned to grab a latex hood from the plastic bag. ÊThat mask was KellyÕs favorite piece of clothing, and it was slowly becoming BlairÕs.  Because when she wore that mask, Blair would cease to be Blair to the outside world. ÊShe was an object, a toy to be used however fit by its owner.
	But Blair would still be Blair behind it. ÊBehind it, she would present herself as the toy, the object, the slut to be slammed against the wall and railed on for hours. ÊThe mask let her truly be Blair, and Kelly saw all of it.
	It was simple enough to put on. ÊThe only real hassle of the hood was fitting her ears and her braided ponytail through their respective holes. ÊWhen she was done, Blair peaked a look into the mirror to see a tall and toned Doberman in limb covering latex and cuffs, with her face hidden by the world. Ê
	ÒKneel, cunt.Ó Kelly ordered, ÒMouth open.Ó
	Her mistress pulled BlairÕs hair braid back as she complied. ÊKelly spat into her slaveÕs open mouth then closed it, ÒSwallow.Ó she ordered. ÊBlair stared into her mistressÕs green eyes as she gulped down her ownerÕs saliva. ÊA sadistic and satisfied grin formed across the pigÕs face, ÒGo to the toilet, spread your legs, and put your arms around your back.Ó
	Assuming the position, Blair caught another brief glimpse of her reflection before Kelly entered her view. ÊPlacing the bag down between them, Kelly pulled out a ring gag, a clothespin, a dissembled leg spreader, and a blindfold. ÊThe leg spreader came first, reassembling it in half a minute and clicking each end to BlairÕs ankles to ensure should couldnÕt fully close her legs. ÊKelly made Blair bend over so she could properly hook the cuffs behind the DobermanÕs back.
	ÒOpen wide, tongue out,Ó Kelly ordered, holding the ring gag in front of Blair. ÊThe gag had a leather wrapping around the ring, preventing Blair from tasting any of the cold metal as it held her mouth open. ÊA dull pain followed as Kelly clipped the clothespin onto BlairÕs tongue.  It wasnÕt so large that Blair couldnÕt pull her tongue back in, but she knew that Kelly didnÕt want that.
	ÒSo, I imagine my cunt wants to know why IÕm prettying them up this evening,Ó Kelly said as she tied the blindfold in place. ÊBlair stayed silent as she lost her senses, leaving only her hearing to listen to KellyÕs rhetorical questions.
	ÒWell, over the last month IÕve been chatting with a curious subby boy. ÊWeÕve had a few conversations, and IÕve given him some...assignments I suppose. ÊFor the most part, heÕs followed along, but I canÕt quite shake the feeling that heÕs more of a wannabe than anything else.Ó
	A soft slap brushed against BlairÕs masked face, ÒSo tonight, IÕm going to show him what I expect of my property after training. ÊAnd youÕre going to do exactly as I say because you want to make me happy.  Is that right?Ó
	Blair nodded. ÊShe was worried about this new sub. ÊKelly had fooled around with others before, she even made Blair eat her out after one of her lovers fucked her. ÊBut Kelly never had other subs, or other lasting sexual relationships.  They were flings.  Did she really need another sub?
	Was Blair not enough?
	Kelly kissed her latex covered cheek, ÒThatÕs a good girl. ÊNow stay still, he should arrive at any minute.Ó She said before closing the stall door. ÊShe must have used a stick or something to hold it closed because Blair couldnÕt hear it reopen. ÊAll she could hear was the sound of her mistressÕs heels clicking against the tiled floor as she walked back to the counter, hopped back on, and took out her phone. ÊWhat followed was the echoing of typing, sending, and receiving of texts.
	She only had to wait now.