soliloquies-of-sadists:“Are you ready to live life as a cunt slave to a naked trucker? First of all,
soliloquies-of-sadists:“Are you ready to live life as a cunt slave to a naked trucker? First of all, strip in front of me. I want to see if you can follow orders. I better not see one article of clothing beyond what I told you: one T-shirt, one pair of sweat pants, one jacket, on pair of socks, one pair of work shoes. Good! You can follow orders! You’d be surprised how many fag cunts I have left on the side of the road because they feel entitled to wear the clothing of real men like underwear. Nice choice of chastity cage. Nice and restricting. Only one man here. Only one cock matters, and it’s not your clit. Damn! How small is it? Well that cage should take your four inches down to a half an inch, significantly smaller than my beer can thick nine incher. Show me the key. Might as well hand me your wallet with your IDs, but hold on to the key. Fold your clothes and present them to me. I would just dispose of them here, as you’re not going to be wearing any clothing for a long long long time. But there are sometimes where we’ll need to leave the cab, and society frowns upon naked fags walking around. Outside of that, you will be naked. The only thing you’ll get to wear is that cage, welts across your ass and back, my morning piss, nipple clamps, what ever loads other drivers will dump on that cunt face of yours, and skid marks from my ass. This is what you are. I want any other driver to know when he sees you that you are a raunchy toilet to be used. Don’t worry, I’m not into shit at all. Not shitting on you, in you, or having you play with shit. Having said that, every single day I want you to beg me to eat my turds and turn you into a full service toilet. I want to hear the words of you totally degrading your own self. I want to hear you beg to do things that even I find disgusting. And make it convincing. One day down the road you may convince me to take you up on that offer, but for now, your responsibilities back there are to tongue clean my shithole. I drive wearing a jock strap, and I want my seat to be clean. Should you see skid marks after my ass gets up, you better race over and lick my ass and then my truck seat clean. Skid marks are evidence that you failed as my toilet paper. And you won’t have them because you are going to douche out twice a day, usually using my piss bottle contents whenever possible. Unless I tell you otherwise, I want you to do that right beside the cab. I don’t care who sees you naked. We drive across the country with me wearing a jock and you nothing. Other drivers will laugh and mock you. That degradation and humiliation will be your drug. You will crave being the lowest of lows. Nothing else will matter to you. You will strive every day to maintain that low level. If ever I feel that you are not living up to your expectation of being a raunch cunt or if I get bored of you, I will leave you on the side of the road. I may throw your clothes out my window a few miles down the highway. Speaking of throwing things out, throw that chastity key in your hand as far as you can into the bushes over there; it won’t be needed anymore. That is your final test. Meet me up in your new home to get broken in. I think my shithole needs attention first.” -- source link