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Blair's latex gloves squeaked as she turned onto the highway. Whether 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. It was probably both, but the Doberman was using whatever attention she had outside of driving to determine which was causing more.

Kelly didn't seem nervous. The pig girl sitting in the passenger seat was smiling whilst looking through her phone and taping keys for text messages. Compared to Blair's "inconspicuous" 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.

Of course, Kelly didn't plan on exposing herself so why bother with fetishwear?

"Take the next right," Kelly ordered. Blair 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 "something special" planned for Blair today, something that would cement their relationship as owner and slave. From the thick leather collar around the Dobermans' neck, Blair wasn't sure what was left to prove. Though she was nervous about wearing her play collar in public. But wasn't that normal?

Taking the next right, their headlights shined onto a highway rest stop. Unlike 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. Aside from the building, there were two trees and two rubber lined green tables with built-in benches on both sides under it.

"Park behind the bathrooms," Kelly ordered. Blair complied, finding no other cars or trucks parked at the stop as she parked around. They 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 Blair's kink related possessions. Grabbing the bag, Blair looped back around to the passenger side door and opened it, then kneeled as she waited for Kelly.

"Such a good girl," Kelly said, her heels clicking across the pavement as she stepped out of the car. Blair smiled at the compliment but didn't 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. Blair 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 wasn't from the baggy sweat clothes in the early spring weather.

Reaching the woman's bathroom door, Kelly pulled out a black marker, a piece of paper, and a roll of ducktape. She wrote an "Out of Order" sign and plastered it over the woman's symbol. Blair wasn't sure that would be enough to ward off interrupters, but she didn't say it. She was too excited for the "something" to care anymore.

"Check the stalls," Kelly ordered once they were inside, "Find out which is the least needing of a good scrub."

Blair did as instructed, letting her leash dangle from her neck as she checked while Kelly sat on the sink counter. Clicks and pings of texts echoed through the bathroom as Blair checked the five stalls. Thankfully, no one had left any "leftovers" unflushed, but it was still a public bathroom. She returned to Kelly, kneeling down to report.

"What have you found?" Kelly asked, not looking away from her phone.

"The middle one I believe is the cleanest, mistress."

"Would you eat off of it?"

"If you asked me to," Blair answered. Kelly sounded disgusted at Blair's answer, which only made the Doberman smile. Even in submission, she could have a little snark.

"Cute. Would you let me eat off it?" Kelly asked.

"No, Mistress."

Kelly zipped open their toybag and pulled out a spray bottle and other assorted cleaning products she had asked Blair to pack, "You have twenty minutes, make it spotless."

"Yes, Mistress," Blair said as she nodded her head and grabbed the products. While she sprayed down and brushed the toilet, the Doberman didn't hear any texting from behind her. Her 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. Around fifteen she was sure it was enough, but enough for her wasn't enough for her mistress in her mind.

The timer from Kelly's phone sounded off, and Blair returned to her mistress, putting the cleaning supplies down and kneeling before the pig girl's hanging feet off the counter. Her mistress walked off of the counter to inspect, taking what felt like a minute of review that Blair dared not turn around to watch.

"Do you think you could have done better?" Kelly asked from the stall.

Blair nodded. Back hairs stood on end as Kelly's hand rested onto Blair's brunette and single braid hair, "What else could you have done?"

"I could have brushed the bowl, Mistress."

"And why didn't you?"

"I was given no toilet brush."

Kelly's fingers slowly dug into Blair's hair, not enough to hurt but enough to notice, "Are you implying that I didn't give you the right tools?"

"N-no, Mistress," Blair said, her breath becoming ragged, "I used all that was provided."

"So why did you not have a toilet brush?"

Blair gulped, "Because...because I did not pack one."

"And why is that?"

The Doberman's throat tightened as she struggled to find the words, "I did not think I would need it."

"Didn't I tell you to pack cleaning supplies?"

Blair nodded, Kelly's grip still firm on her scalp.

"Then why did you think you would not need the toilet brush?"

"I...I don't know, Mistress."

Kelly chuckled softly, "Of course you don't, you dumb bitch." She said before sighing and mumbling out loud, "What am I to do with you?" to herself. As ashamed as Blair felt, she already knew something like this would happen. Kelly's brand of sadism was less pain of the body and more torment of the soul and mind. For 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 didn't enjoy every minute of it.

"Get up, lose the sweats," Kelly said, finally letting go. Blair 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. Next 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. Blair 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 Blair's collar and pulled her in for a kiss. The pig's tongue pushed past Blair's teeth, ravishing the Doberman's mouth while her hands were free to twist, tug, and hook themselves through the Doberman's nipple rings.

"What am I to do with you?" Kelly said as she broke away, "Just when I think you're almost perfect, you make a mistake that not even a child would miss."

"I'm s-sorry, Mistress," Blair said between breaths, "I won't do it again,"

"No, you will," Kelly said, her free hand now slowly dragging her fingertips down Blair's toned stomach, "But I suppose that is why I like you, pet."

Before Blair could answer, Kelly inserted two fingers into her pussy. The Doberman gasped as her mistress toyed and teased with her cunt, letting her own sexual juices stain her owner's hand.

"Because despite your mistakes, you won't give up. Through everything I ask of you, no matter how debasing it is, you come crawling back. Not only begging for more but asking if you've pleased me. It's almost perfect,"

Kelly withdrew her fingers and grabbed Blair's face with that hand, slathering the Doberman with her own fluids, "But sluts naked in a public bathroom are nowhere near perfect, are they?"

"No, Mistress."

Kelly smiled as she let go, "Good girl," she said as she turned to grab a latex hood from the plastic bag. That mask was Kelly's favorite piece of clothing, and it was slowly becoming Blair's. Because when she wore that mask, Blair would cease to be Blair to the outside world. She was an object, a toy to be used however fit by its owner.

But Blair would still be Blair behind it. Behind it, she would present herself as the toy, the object, the slut to be slammed against the wall and railed on for hours. The mask let her truly be Blair, and Kelly saw all of it.

It was simple enough to put on. The only real hassle of the hood was fitting her ears and her braided ponytail through their respective holes. When 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.

"Kneel, cunt." Kelly ordered, "Mouth open."

Her mistress pulled Blair's hair braid back as she complied. Kelly spat into her slave's open mouth then closed it, "Swallow." she ordered. Blair stared into her mistress's green eyes as she gulped down her owner's saliva. A sadistic and satisfied grin formed across the pig's face, "Go to the toilet, spread your legs, and put your arms around your back."

Assuming the position, Blair caught another brief glimpse of her reflection before Kelly entered her view. Placing the bag down between them, Kelly pulled out a ring gag, a clothespin, a dissembled leg spreader, and a blindfold. The leg spreader came first, reassembling it in half a minute and clicking each end to Blair's ankles to ensure should couldn't fully close her legs. Kelly made Blair bend over so she could properly hook the cuffs behind the Doberman's back.

"Open wide, tongue out," Kelly ordered, holding the ring gag in front of Blair. The gag had a leather wrapping around the ring, preventing Blair from tasting any of the cold metal as it held her mouth open. A dull pain followed as Kelly clipped the clothespin onto Blair's tongue. It wasn't so large that Blair couldn't pull her tongue back in, but she knew that Kelly didn't want that.

"So, I imagine my cunt wants to know why I'm prettying them up this evening," Kelly said as she tied the blindfold in place. Blair stayed silent as she lost her senses, leaving only her hearing to listen to Kelly's rhetorical questions.

"Well, over the last month I've been chatting with a curious subby boy. We've had a few conversations, and I've given him some...assignments I suppose. For the most part, he's followed along, but I can't quite shake the feeling that he's more of a wannabe than anything else."

A soft slap brushed against Blair's masked face, "So tonight, I'm going to show him what I expect of my property after training. And you're going to do exactly as I say because you want to make me happy. Is that right?"

Blair nodded. She was worried about this new sub. Kelly had fooled around with others before, she even made Blair eat her out after one of her lovers fucked her. But 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, "That's a good girl. Now stay still, he should arrive at any minute." She said before closing the stall door. She must have used a stick or something to hold it closed because Blair couldn't hear it reopen. All she could hear was the sound of her mistress's heels clicking against the tiled floor as she walked back to the counter, hopped back on, and took out her phone. What followed was the echoing of typing, sending, and receiving of texts.

She only had to wait now.