The Designer Pt. 02 Ch. 08

"How should she be disciplined," I asked curiously.

"This slut cannot presume to tell you how to correct your plaything, Master," she said aloud, then leaned closer and whispered in my ear, "Spank my bare ass in the empty men's room, while Lexi watches and rubs her leaking cunt."

My thoughts were a whirl as I pulled into the empty rest stop. And I paid special attention to ensure that no trucks were in the truck parking lot. Her words were like fire in my brain, and I understood a bit more.

"Get out of the car sluts, now." I said in a deep growl, "and follow me."

I walked to the restroom, putting in the keys in my pocket. I realized my jeans were tighter than normal, because this talk had made my dick hard. I walked inside, and scanned the area, for any security cameras, and it was clear. The old rest stop had become unnecessary as the towns along the highway grew, and I knew we'd have the place to ourselves, as long as we needed.

I grabbed Carmen as she walked into the men's room, gripping a handful of her hair. I dragged her to the sinks and pushed her head down into the bowl. Her hands instinctively grabbed the sides to protect herself, but her ass pushed out, and rotated like a cat arching its back. She practically purred.

I grabbed the waist of her jeans and dragged them over the curve of her ass, and down her thighs, stopping at the knee. "Spread your legs apart, slut." I said, then turned to grab Lexi, and push her against the wall. I held her there, staring at her, my hand at her throat. I didn't choke her, just held her as my hands unbuckled and pushed down her jeans.

"Squat, little one," I spat out, "And watch, so you won't make the same mistake your Mistress has."

The more I assumed the dominant role, the more aroused I became. I had the benefit of scanning them, and adjusting my demeanor and words accordingly, they were both buzzing with arousal. I stepped back behind Carmen, and spread her cheeks apart.

"You're plugged, my slut, who plugged you?" I asked as I pushed the end of the plug causing it to press inside.

"This slut did, Master," she cried, "I have no excuse."

"Who's ass is it?" I asked.

"Your's Master, all yours."

"Did you plug your ass so I'd punish you, cunt?" I cursed, grabbing the edges and tugging, rotating and pulling the plug out of her ass. I watched as her tight sphincter muscle slowly closed as she groaned in a mix of pain and pleasure.

"No Master," she cried, "I wasn't thinking correctly."

"Ten swats," I said, "You count them," mimicking some old porn VHS tape I had watched long ago.

"Mmm yes, Master."

I swatted her hard, harder than I'd expected to. She yelped then purred, pushing her ass out, and crying out, "One, Master."

I turned around and looked at Lexi, who was wide-eyed, her knees spread apart her cunt splayed open and glistening, "Finger fuck your hole, until I tell you to stop, little one."

"Yes, Master, Lexi cried, her hand moving to finger her aroused slit, and biting back the moan she made, not sure how much noise she should be making in a public restroom.

I swatted Carmen again, and she sang out the next number. My cock was hard in my pants, I felt the power of the moment, a Dominant disciplining his willing submissive, his slave, his slut. The thoughts streamed through my mind as I spanked her hard, to remind her who's ass it was. Who was in charge. I looked through the open door, double checking that we were alone. The public display totally private. The dissonance between how intimate it was, as I left red hand prints all over Carmen dark flesh, in a public place only amplified all of our arousal.

Finished with spanking Carmen, I went to Lexi and gripped handful of her hair, "Open your slut mouth," I spat as I pushed my jeans down and released my aching cock.

Lexi looked up at me through a glaze of lust, her mouth open and tongue out, her hand still fingering her sex, fingers dipping inside, then swirling around her clit. I shoved my dick into her open willing mouth, and sank it deep into the back of her throat. She gagged, and then swallowed, pressing her head forward in my grip. I tugged her head towards me until I felt her throat fill with thick saliva, pooling around my engorged head.

I looked over at Carmen, who was staring at me over her shoulder, "Did I say you could look at me?" I asked, as I repeated the deep thrust into Lexi's mouth.

Carmen turned away as I held Lexi's head, her nose pressed into my pubic hair, drool dripping from the side of her mouth. I saw Carmen lift her chin and watch me in the mirror, and I smiled down at Lexi as she was practically trying to choke herself on my cock.

"You're a good cocksucker, little one," I said, "You make we harder just watching you."

I gripped her head, and then thrust my hips. Holding her head still and face fucking her, with wet sounds that filled the small concrete room that smelled of piss and shit. It wasn't the most tidy place, but it was in that moment the most sexy thing I'd experienced this side of succubus intoxication.

I pushed her head back and she leaned against the wall, still frigging her dripping cunt, leaving a puddle on the floor beneath her, "Make yourself cum, slut." I said and walked back towards Carmen.

"Grab your ass cheeks and spread them,"I commanded stepping behind her.

Carmen did, and as soon as I saw her puckered hole, I gripped my cock, and pressed the spit slicked crown into her ass. I thrust hard, wanting to be in her, owning her ass, as I owned little Lexi's in the shower. She yelped at the hard thrust, my cock splitting her open. Her ass cheeks were bright red, from my spankings, and I gripped the tender flesh in my fingers. I yanked her ass back as I thrust forward.

"This is my fucking ass, slut." I said as I started to fuck her hard.

"Yes, Master," she cried, then growled, and purred, "only yours, always yours, Master. Fuck your slut's ass. Oh Fuck YESS!!"

I wasn't gentle, I reamed her ass. I owned it, I made it hurt, and she loved every moment of it, her body was alight with tremors as I neared my climax.

"Please Master, May this slave cum, please please please." she panted as she thrust her ass back to meet my pounding.

"Only after Lexi does," I spat, looking over my shoulder at Lexi who had three fingers pounding into her cunt, her other hand tapping her clit.

My look sent Lexi over the edge and she screamed out and shook. A jet of her fluids coating the floor under her as she came in a rush. Carmen heard, felt, understood and released, her ass clenching as her cunt convulsed. I felt her muscles tremble inside and I slammed home. My balls tightened then clenched shooting a fresh load of hot sperm into Carmen's ass. She collapsed forward onto the sink, gasping for breath.

I grabbed the plug from the dirty sink, ran some water to clean it off with my dick still deep in Carmen's ass. She looked up at me through the mirror and smiled a smile of pure contentment as I slid my cock free, and jammed the plug roughly up her butt.

"I'll tell you when you can take out my plug." I spat, then washed my cock off in the sink.

"Clean up and meet me in the car," I said and walked out of the dirty bathroom.

As I walked back to the car, I had to force myself not to go back and check on them. I do admit, I scanned them from a distance. They were alight with many feelings, some humiliation that seemed to spark arousal. Some pain, that also sparked contentment. Carmen's curve hummed with feelings of belonging. Lexi's was similar, but also showed a deeper need for more, as if she'd had a taste of something exquisite, and wanted to gorge on it.

I closed my eyes, and forced myself to stop scanning. I waited, eyes half closed, until I felt the car shift, and the two girls slid back inside. Lexi's face was scrubbed clean, her cheeks bright from washing. Carmen's hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and her eyes bright with contentment. They both purred as they ground their plugged asses into their seats. I backed up and headed back up the road, without a word.

Carmen leaned over and laid her head on my shoulder, eyes closing in a state of bliss.

"Tell me what I am, Master," she said softly, almost like a little girl.

"You are mine, little one," I said and squeezed her shoulders, reaching back and gripping Lexi's knee, "Both of you are mine."

Carmen smiled, and relaxed, "You are a natural, Master."

Lexi leaned forward her waist still belted in, and kissed behind my ear. "I love you Master," she said then settled back and closed her eyes. They both slipped into a light sleep for the final miles to the RV superstore.

As I took the exit that led up the frontage road, to the large acreage where new and used RVs lined up along the interstate, my stomach grumbled. Realizing I had three orgasms in the space of six hours I was suddenly famished. I turned and drove to a small greasy spoon restaurant and woke the girls, wanting to fill my stomach before shopping for a camper.

"Oh, good idea, Papi," Carmen said as she saw where we were., "I am starving!"

"Me too!" Lexi said, the formal protocol of the early drive had lapsed into a more normal form of communication, to my relief.

Lexi unbuckled and moaned as she moved along the back seat, the plug reminding her, and she looked ashed, "I mean, Thank you Master, for thinking of this one's need."

I chuckled, "I think we should relax the protocol while in public," I said.

Lexi smiled warmly, then ground her ass into the seat before rising, "That's fine Master, but I'll be constantly reminded of you, sitting in those narrow booths."

Carmen laughed and shook her head, slipping out of the car and we all sat and ate a full meal. We talked and laughed, like a group of normal friends. Well, if normal friends shared blissful stares of sexual contentment as they groped each other under the table. We ate a voracious meal, and tipped extravagantly, before heading back out to the car and the short drive to the dealership.

Carmen pretty much knew what she wanted. A large class-C motorhome, that was more the size of a bus. It really was a converted bus, the salesman told us, the frame and engine were basically the same as the Greyhound cruisers. Everything else was customized and features added that would support up to six people comfortably. It had another generator to provide electricity, a large water tank with baffles (whatever that meant). A full kitchen that Carmen spent a lot of time looking and touching. The appliances were naturally smaller, and the refrigerator ran on propane.

The living area in the front was made of two large sofas facing each other. There was just enough room to walk between them when in normal mode. When parked, however, the sides of the bus slid out with the aid of small motors, doubling the width of the aisle. Both sofa's made out into queen sized beds leaving the same small aisle when they were fully extended.

The rear end of the bus housed the master suite. Just past a small restroom for the front passengers, there was a sliding door. Opening it reveals a large space with another queen sized bed arranged in the center. The door was supposed to stay open for visibility while driving, but the salesman added they had started mounting rear-facing cameras and monitors to the driver's area so it could be closed in transit. The room also had loads of storage for clothes and a larger bathroom, with a small one-person shower.

The salesman gave me a strange look when I asked if there was an option for a two-person shower. I decided to not pursue that line, and he went back to giving us the tour. In the driver's area was comprised of two large captain's chairs, the passenger's side could swivel to face backwards. The console had large swaths of buttons, controls, gauges and dials. I felt like I'd need to go to school to be able to drive it.

The salesman showed me it was much simpler to drive than I imagined. Many of the controls on the console were operation and status gauges for "the plant". He explained that a home on wheels had to have all the amenities that are usually associated with a house: electricity from a portable generator, water from a tank and pumping system, another tank to hold wastewater and septic systems. He showed off a series of four VCR tapes that would walk me through the whole systems involved.

"That's great," I said, "but if I leave my TV at home, how will I know how to run this thing?"

The salesman smiled, and pressed a button, that activated a motor that lifted a rolling door exposing a large television, with a full stereo system and VCR beside it.

"We've thought of everything, sir," he said with the smile of a salesman at the top of his game.

I nodded and thought about sitting down on one of the sofas. The salesman pulled up a folding table from the side, and then placed a folder with the prices, and a list of options beyond the normal package.

"I'll leave you to think about it," he said, "Just wave for me if you want to talk more."

I opened up the folder, and looked and the prices and made a low whistle, "Wow, this isn't cheap," I said, "Wouldn't it be easier just to use hotels?"

"Jeremiah," Carmen said, "Think about how much attention you'd get taking four women into a hotel? I know we did it together, but that was in two cars, and we left in two cars."

I nodded, "That's a fair point, but this seems like a lot of money for a one time use deal."

"One time use?" Carmen asked incredulously, "C'mere Papi..."

She pulled me up, and taking my hand guided me to the read of the cabin, into the large master suite. She slid along the side of the bed, and then ran her hand up the seam between the wooden panels. About every two feet there was a recessed D-ring, she pulled one out and pulled hard on it. Nothing happened, the D-ring held fast.

"Hard points," Carmen said, "I know you're new to this BDSM thing but these are made for bearing weight, tying off rope, clipping cuffs too."

She waved her hand around the space, and the little almost invisible attachment points lined the sides, and even the across the ceiling.

"They make them so people can tie down cargo," Carmen said sitting down, "they just happen to have a dual purpose for securing wayward sluts."

I nodded, and began to understand. This could be a mobile little love-shack for the five of us. The northwest had plenty of secluded campgrounds, old lumber trails, places where even a bus this big could practically disappear.

Carmen saw me thinking, then slid up to me, slipping her hands along my side, and lifting to grip the backs of my shoulders, pressing her breasts to my chest, "Besides, in the woods, no one can hear the screams..."

I chuckled and looked down at her warm eyes. Lexi was busy touring the small space and yanking on the D-rings, her little body really yanking hard to see if they'd budge. They didn't, and she scanned the room with a smile. I could feel her thoughts warm as she thought of kinky things I would do to her.

"That's all fine, but Alyssa and Kelly aren't in the BDSM," I said, "Don't you think it's a bit rude to assume they'd be okay with our play."

I was somewhat shocked at myself, having become enthralled with the thoughts of BDSM in only two small scenes. Carmen smiled and shrugged, "When they are with us, we go a bit more vanilla. But the options here are limitless."

I nodded and went back to the front, sitting down and scanning the price list, and trying to understand the added options. Carmen settled beside me and pointed to things, asking for other add-ons to help make living a mobile lifestyle a bit easier. Lexi sat opposite of us, her eyes big scanning the room, as her bottom shifted against the firm cushions. She wasn't paying attention, and her demeanor made it feel like this decision was outside of her privileges.

"What do you think, Lexi?" I asked.

"Master," she said quietly, "This one trusts your decision."

"I need more than that, little one," I said again prompting her to speak her mind.

"I love it, even just as a way to travel," she explained quietly, "but the ... added features Carmen pointed out..." she faded off, and I could hear the purr in her mind, "my ropes, Carmen's flogger... so many ... options."

I smiled and checked the boxes for all the things Carmen wanted, "Go and wave down that salesman little one," I said as I looked at the payment options, "Tell him I need to call my bank."

A few hours and a stack of paperwork later, the deal was settled. The customizations Carmen wanted would take a couple of days, and then they would deliver the coach to our home address.

"Perfect," I said, shaking the salesman's hand, as we walked back to the car.

"We need to do more shopping, I presume," I said turning to Carmen.

"Oh yes, Papi," she smiled, and slipped her arm around my waist, "Camping supplies, and... other things."

I just shook my head and let her guide me to several other stops on the way home. Sexually sated, and comfortable with the two lovely fascinating and sexy woman that trusted me so deeply, I enjoyed just spending the day with them. We filled Aly's car with gear for the RV, and even stopped at an adult bookstore along a less populated stretch of highway, and bought some more things that Carmen said we needed.

Author's Note: Thank you for reading, commenting and voting. This chapter was interesting, and ended up a bit longer than intended. The characters are sometimes difficult to control, and the plots they discover are fascinating to explore. Thanks to mgenette again for reading, editing and encouraging.