My car labored up the hill and as it did I watched the temperature gauge climb and climb until I just knew I wouldn’t make it without a pit stop. I had waited until the sun went down just to avoid this problem but the heat of the day never really went away like I had anticipated. For a short period of time I wondered if I would even make the truck stop a mile up the road but I did.
The frustrating thing to me about this whole ordeal is that I had told my boss that I did not think my car could make this drive but he had sent me anyways. If it had been one month later I would have received my annual bonus and had my new car so this was one of the last trips I would ever have to make with this car. So I was not in a good mood when I pulled into the truck stop to cool down. The car needed to cool off and so did I.
There were a few trucks in overnight parking but there really did not seem to be anyone around the truck stop. I figured I better go over to the payphone and let my girlfriend know that my car ha d overheated on the way home and that I would be late getting home. I had already given her a heads up to warn her that this might happen so it would not be a complete surprise.
I called my girlfriend and as we spoke a full cab truck with two trailers pulled into the truck stop. A scary looking woman with her arms covered in tattoos got out of the truck, threw her cigarette on the ground, smashed it with her thick leather boots and then looked right over at me. She was wearing army pants, a black shirt and had her pants held up by black suspenders. The suspenders pushed her b reasts together and as far as I could tell her breasts were her only redeeming feature.
She closed the door to her truck and began walking towards me. She stopped about 10 feet away, lit another cigarette and then began looking around at her surroundings. I tried not to stare but I was quite fascinated with her appearance. It appeared to me that someone had gotten a little confused about gender growing up. I realized she was even wearing a long bowie knife on her belt the way we did when I was in the army.
The woman took a few puffs from her cigarette and then began staring at me. I had been in the military, I had several tattoos and I worked out all the time but for some reason her demeanor and confidence made me nervous. The woman walked up to me and said, “Hey good-looking, are you almost done with the phone?”
I said, “Yeah, I have one more call to make and then you can have it.”
I said to my girlfriend, “Honey, someone else needs to use the phone so I’ll see you when I get home.”
I hung up and said to the trucker woman, “I can wait if you’re going to make a quick call.”
The woman stepped up within just a foot of me and said, “Who said I needed to make a call?” Her scent was a combination of sweat, cigarettes and an overpowering perfume. I thought I might actually like the perfume on a different person but this woman’s scent was almost offensive. I was confused by her comment and replied, “I thought you needed the phone.”
The woman said, “Nah, I don’t have anyone to call. I just didn’t want you on the phone with anyone.”
I said, “What business is it of y ours if I am on the phone?”
The woman blew her smoke into my face and as I began to cough I felt her fingers clamp down on my nipples. She quickly began to knead my nipples between her fingertips and pleasure flowed from my nipples, down my spine and into my body. She said in a harsh sounding voice, “What my slave does is always my business. Besides, I didn’t want anyone to figure out what happened to you.”
I reached up and took both her arms into my hands and started to pull her hands from my chest as I said, “Lady, I think you have the wrong guy.”
She squeezed my nipples hard and said, “Oh no honey, I am sure I have the right guy. The only reason you should have your hands on my arms is to either admire my tats or to stroke my arms as I give you pleasure. If it is for any other reason I will punish you after I enslave you.”
I felt really ar oused but disgusted with myself for letting this woman do this to me. I said, “Look lady this isn’t a game. I demand that you release me. I am not enjoying this one bit.”
What I did not realize was as I was telling her that I was not enjoying her nipple stimulation I had begun gently stroking my hands back and forth on her muscular and tattooed arms. She said, “Really? Then why are you stroking me and why are you as hard as a rock?”
I said, “I don’t enjoy being sexually stimulated by a total stranger at a truck stop.”
The woman laughed and said, “Then I guess I should introduce myself so you can enjoy this. I am Maria Collins, but you can call me Mistress.”
She squeezed my nipples and then ran the back of her fingers along my erect nipples. The pleasure was incredible and I stopped stroking her arms to momentarily hold on as if the pleasure would somehow cause me to fall. She said, “See, now you can enjoy this can’t you?”
I tried again to convince her I wanted to be released. I said, “Please, I have a girlfriend at home waiting for me.”
Maria said, “Look sexy, your arms are twice the size of my arms and that means anytime you wanted to you could just grab my hands and yank them from your chest. You can tell me you are not enjoying this but your actions say otherwise. Now stop lying to me and tell me you are enjoying this.”
The smell of sweat, cigarettes and perfume went from making me nauseous to getting me even more turned on. I suddenly pictured her sweaty from a night of wild sex, smoking a cigarette as she laid next to me in bed. I knew I didn’t want her to stop and was afraid if I kept lying to her she would so I decided to confess to enjoying it. I replied, “Okay, I admit it. I am really enjoying this. What are you going to do to me?”
As I said this I realized I was openly admitting defeat. I think we both knew I was past the point of fighting. My hands were stroking her arms, my eyes were looking at her lips wondering when I could kiss them and my body was beginning to shake from the intense pleasure. She said, “I thought you would never ask. Look into my eyes and I’ll tell you.”
I looked into Maria’s eyes and although they were brown just like my eyes they were soft and inviting. I was a little surprised by this since she seemed so hardened and tough. Then she said, “I am going to tell you to relax and you are going to do it. You will relax more and more as I continue to caress those sensitive little nipples of yours. You find it impossible to resist the pleasure I am giving you and now you find it impossible to fight the relaxation that is coming over your body. Can you feel that?”
I did feel it. Quite suddenly I found each stroke of her fingers made me feel extremely relaxed and I told her so. She said, “Good. Now you will notice that my eyes seem to grow larger and more inviting. The more relaxed I make you feel the larger and more inviting my eyes become. It as if you are falling into my eyes and becoming so relaxed that you are losing touch with reality. The pleasure, my eyes, my voice and even the way I took charge of you are causing you to fall into my eyes and fall under my spell. You have allowed yourself to become enchanted by me haven’t you?”
I said, “Yes Maria, I mean mistress, yes I have become enchanted by you. Please let me make love to you. Please.”
She said, “Don’t worry my big horny friend. You will make love to me soon. And when you do it will feel so much more natural to call me mistress. Now why don’t we finish so I can grant you your wish of making love to me. Shall we?”
She squeezed my nipples hard when she said, “Shall we” and all I could do was gasp in ecstasy and shake my head yes to her question.
She said, “I thought you would say yes. We are going to take your enchantment to a new level. It will take you from lust and desire to complete submission to my will. As I promised when I first met you, when I am finished with you I will have a new slave. Let us begin.”
Her fingers released my nipples and went from forceful squeezes to soft gentle caresses again. Then she said, “Your eyes are locked onto my eyes as you fall deeper and deeper into my eyes. By now you realize that you see nothing else but my eyes and hear nothing else but my voice. As you fall deeper into my eyes you realize that I am pulling your mind into my mine. The deeper you fall the more your mind falls into mine. As you fall you fall completely under my power. What do you do when you fall?”
In between pleasure induced gasps of air I replied, “I fall completely under your power.”
Maria said, “That’s right lover. So now it is time for me to take you there. I am going to count from ten to one and each number I count will cause you to become very sleepy and very submissive. My voice and my control over your body has intoxicated your mind with an intense desire to sleep and submit. When I reach one you will be fast asleep and very much under your enchantress’ control.”
The implications of what she said made no impact on me at all. Sleep? Submit? Under her control? None of these comments phased me as my lust and desire had replaced any semblance of common sense. When she reached one I was in a deep sleep and as she had said, very much under her control.
I felt her reach into my back pocket and pull out my wallet. For a moment I thought she was going to rob me and that I would not get to make love to her. Then she put my wallet back and said, “You are deeply hypnotized Steven Hansen. Have you ever been hypnotized before?”
I now realized she had pulled my wallet to get my name. She had given me her name but I had not given mine. What frightened me is that I felt helpless to stop her even when I thought she was going to rob me. I said, “No mistress, I have never been hypnotized.”
Then she said, “Did you like when I blew my smoke in your face?”
I said, “No mistress, I hate cigarettes.”
She laughed and said, “Excellent. You have never been hypnotized and hate cigarettes. I will have fun with you. I own your body and your mind. You saw how easily I was able to take you from disgust to lust and after that I had you surrender your mind to me. You are my slave and will obey my will without question. What are you and what will you do?”
I could not believe she had tricked me into this. She had made no bones about it. Right when she first approached me she had announced she would make me her slave and I had thought she was insane. Now all I could do was reply, “I am your slave and will obey you without question.”
Again she laughed and said, “And don’t you feel foolish? I told you I would enslave you and you told me I had the wrong guy. Now to have even more fun with you and deepen my power over you. When I blow my smoke into your face you will feel small and inferior and this feeling will make you feel more submissive t owards me. My smoke in your face demonstrates to you how much power I have over you and as you feel my power you long to serve me and to submit to me. You long to kiss me, you long to lick my pussy and long to do anything I command. Do you understand slave?”
I felt powerless and helpless. I immediately replied, “Yes mistress, I understand.”
Maria said, “Very good slave. We will eat dinner inside the restaurant and then we will leave. When I count to five and snap my fingers you will awaken remembering everything I did to you here today.”
She woke me up and as soon as I opened my eyes I hated her. I wanted to strike her for violating me the way she had but my hands did not dare move against her. She said, “So tell me slave. Do you hate me?”
I said, “I despise you mistress. How can you just ruin a person’s life like this?”
She lit up her cigarette, took a big puff and blew the smoke into my face. I suddenly felt like I needed her. I needed to be controlled. I needed to serve her and I could not wait to be given the chance. Then she said, “And now how do you feel slave?”
I said, “I cannot imagine life without you. I need you mistress. I need you to feel complete. I am nothing without you. Please let me serve you.”
She said, “Dinner can wait. Seeing you so helpless and submissive has made my pussy wet. Come with me.”
She threw a collar around my neck that had a leash attached to it and began to pull me towards her truck. Each act of dominance only served to make me feel more desire and I began to feel the hate I had for her be replaced with gratitude and love. We climbed into the sleeper part of the truck cab and she pulled her pants down after releasing the suspenders. She lifted her shirt up and said, “I have given your nipples much pleasure. Now it is your turn to return the favor and then you will lick my pussy till I flood your face with pussy juice.”
As I crawled up alongside her to begin playing with her breas ts I said, “Yes mistress. Thank you mistress.”
I awoke in the morning. I was still tied to the cab of the truck but didn’t even remember her tying me up. As I looked up at the ceiling of her truck cab I heard the engines roar to life. I tried to sit up and realized I was tied down in several places. I tried to yell to her to ask about my car but she couldn’t hear me. A couple of hours later the truck stopped and I heard her get out. The door to t he sleeper opened, a suitcase flew into the sleeper and the door closed. Then the engine started again. I fell asleep.
I awoke again mid-day to the smell of cooking food. I opened my eyes and Maria was lying next to me. She said, “You were incredible last night. I drove my limit of hours for this state so we are going to get a bite to eat and sleep another shift. You can put on your clothes after you do a friend of mine a small favor.”
I realized the suitcase was mine and it was filled with my clothes. I said, “How did you get my clothes mistress?”
She laughed and said, “Your ex-girlfriend was very cooperative in packing your suitcase after I showed her how you were naked in the back of my truck sleeping. She said she never wants to see you again. But you don’t want to see her again either do you slave? All you want to do is travel the countryside with me and be my slave don’t you?”
I said, “Yes mistress, but the only thing that matters to me is what you want.”
Maria said, “Of course you do. And that brings me to the next task you have as my slave.”
She opened the door to her cab and said, “Hey Samantha, are you gonna get your big ass in here for a romp with my slave or not? I’m not giving you a refund.”
I heard a woman laugh and say, “Oh no you don’t. If he licks pussy as good as you say he does then I’m gonna keep hitting the same truck stops you do.”
My mistress said, “You are my slave and will obey me. For the next hour you will please Samantha the way you please me.”
She turned to Samantha and said, “Have fun but don’t hurt him.” She paused and laughed then said, “I mean don’t permanently hurt him.”
Samantha was huge. She climbed into the cab and it leaned to one direction. She said, “Sorry big guy but I spend so much time on the road and eating in diners that I have let myself go a little bit. But that doesn’t really matter because you have to do whatever I tell you don’t you?”
I said, “Yes. Unfortunately I do.”
An hour later I had left Samantha quivering and begging Maria to let her keep me. Maria said, “Don’t worry Sam, you can have him again next time we meet up. I am keeping this one.”
I now drive the countryside with my mistress. I thought I lived to serve her and I do, but serving her means being loaned out to friends for a fee. She says that it is my rent since she buys my meals and gives me a place to sleep. All I know is that anytime I even try to imagine life without her I feel empty and realize how much I need her loving control. Yes, this is the life for me.