Through the day as I drove many of the truckers we passed wanted to fuck her and each time I declined them, telling them the truth, or at least part of it. That she was my slave and that she was being punished by being exposed to them. In every case they laughed and wished they were me. About sunset we pulled off the paved road onto the dirt track that lead to the cabin I would use to train my slave. It took another half an hour to get to the cabin itself from the road. I shut off the engine and turned to my slave

"Alright bitch now the fun really begins, strip and kneel in the main part of the cabin. Once you are kneeling do not move a muscle. I will unload the toys and you will wait. If you move a muscle I will beat such that the first you got will seem a kiss on the cheek. I got out of the drivers seat and was gratified to see that she hastened to obey, she clearly feared another whipping. As she entered the cabin she could see that it was furnished more as an above ground dungeon and was a fully stocked dungeon at that. Whips and other implements to inflict pain were numerous and varied. so were bondage gear and gags. There was a refrigerator and freezer, though these were the only electric appliances, and aside from a camera they were the only electronic devices in the cabin.

Throughout the unloading of the rv she didnt move, aside from shivering, whiether from fear of cold I knew not. I smiled evilly as I carried the last item, and seeing it she cringed.
The collar was a locking shock collar and a tag reading bitch was hanging from the ring near the buckle.