“If you let anyone know about this the deal will be off.” I read the line aloud for the tenth time. My heart was racing, the paper burning in my hands. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening.

It all started as a joke really. About a month ago my friends and I were all gathered around my kitchen table discussing the usual sex, sex, and more sex. When I came to the realization that when it came down to it I was actually very vanilla, and to my dismay everyone agreed. The kinkiest thing I had ever done was have sex in my exes parents’ house. You could hardly consider that adventurous.

I took one last look at the letter before putting it away. Master Manson was his name and he was going to be my ticket to wild nasty sex. So far I had done everything he asked, including shaving off every little bit of hair. Just thinking about that made my crotch itch. This being shaved clean was going to take some getting used to. The butt plug Master Manson sent with the letter was a little bigger than what my hole was used to. Every bump the bus hit sent ripples of pain throughout my body. In my seat I readjusted myself.

If it had been up to me I would have been more than glad to pay for a plane ticket, but Master Manson insisted I come by bus. He said I wasn’t better than any other slut and I should obey him without questions. That was part of the deal. It was the hardest thing for me to agree to. I’m not exactly known for taking orders quietly. I guess that’s another thing about this whole thing that appealed to me. I was ready to learn how to take orders without questioning them.

The old lady in the seat across from me looked at me and smiled. If she only knew that underneath this clean-cut appearance there now was a dirty pig on his way to meet his master. That brought a smile to my face. No one would ever accuse me of being vanilla again.

After several hours of riding in this hot sweaty box, I finally reached my destination. I waited for everyone to go first before I got off. According to Master Manson nasty sluts don’t deserve to get off with regular passengers; they must wait for those who are better than them to exit first. Once everyone else had gone I got up and made my way out. Since I wasn’t allowed to bring any luggage I headed straight for the terminal entrance where I’m was to look for a white unmarked van.

I found the van parked far away from all the other cars. As ordered, I entered through the back. Inside there was nothing but a black box with a note attached. I pulled the note off. It gave me directions on what I was to do next. I opened the black box and found the collar just like the note had said. I hesitated for a second but continued to do as the note instructed. I took off all my clothes and put them in the trash bag that was also in the box and put on the dog collar, securing it tightly around my neck.

I opened the doors to the van and stepped outside to wait for my master. People stared at me in disbelief as they walked to their cars. I was just thankful he had parked