I was so nervous as I shook emptied the plastic bag containing the cut up pieces of my driver lincence into men’s room trash container.  I had sprent almost fifteen minutes sitting in the stall cutting my last remaining piece of my indentity into smaller and smaller parts.

The bag would go into another trash can and the sissor, a very pair, I would leave near the sink.  I knew someone would take them and they would be lost forever.  A shared desire.

I thought  i had needed licence to buy my ticket.  No one asked who I was. I just gave my money.

I entered the bus before the driver and sat at a window seat towards the rear, driver side, but not at the back.  I pulled my baseball cap over my eyes and went to sleep.  I knew it would be about two hours and the stop was after Baymount, Kentucky by about twenty minutes.

As I rested, I thought about how this all came about.  First my blog about wanting to be forgotten on Femdom, and then that reply.  She knew everything about me.  My sadness, my want to please, my sence of responsibility, my dislike for me.  Everything, she knew.

But she never asked about me, nor did i ask about her.  I told her about my want to please, to serve, to be owned.  I told about my desire to be for gotten.

She said she wanted me. Me. The devine knower of me, wanted me.  We, she came up with a plan, this plan.

I really know nothing about her.  Her age, the color of her skin, where she lives, whether she was rich or poor.  Actually, nothing.

But, here I was.  Waiting for my stop. A forgotten stop on a country road on the outshirts of Baymount.  Nowhere.  As we drove though Baymount without stopping. “No riders today” the driver shouted, I knew my stop would be soon.

As the bus started to slow down, my stomach started to gargle. I got up, walked quickly to the door and without a moment of communication I left the bus.  As I watched the it drove away from me I released how isolated place I now stood.  It was late in the afternoon, still bright, but fading.  The air was warm, and smelt only the way eastern Kentucky does.  Like heaven or maybe hell. I did not know.

I pull the plastic trash bag out of my pocket.  The only thing I had in my pockets.  I took off my shoes, then my socks and placed them into bag.  I remove my tee shirt, then my jeans.  I had no underware.  I p!aced my last two pieces of clothing into the bag and as if in dream.  I rollers the air out of the bag, tied a tight knot and closing my eyes I threw the bag as far as I could into the thick grass that surrounded both sides of the road.

I stood there nude, naked without anything.  I had left my job two weeks ago, for a new one in a new city I had told them.  I had sold my car and donated all my stuff to salvation army. Closed my credit cards and handed on my notice to my landlord.  Who never could say my name.  I told no one of this day, left no notes or emails.  Just disappeared.

As I walked down the road I did not think of anything in particular, just a few flashing thoughts, but not much else.

After a few minutes I could a car approaching.  As it pulled up next to me, the passenger window rolled down.  Without looking up I went to the window.

“I always wanted to play baseball”, I said to the car.

” this is why you have balls” the driver replied.

Yes, this was my mistress, at least it was my desire she would be that.  I knew what to do.  I had my instructions.  I turned away from the car and closed my eyes. I put my hands behind my back, crossing them I waited.

The door opened and i could feel someone approaching.  Without a sound, a plastic tie strip pulled my wrist firmly together and cloth bag was placed over my head.  A collar was secured to my neck and with the assistance of a leash I was directed towards the rear of the car.

The trunk opened and I was pulled into it.  I shimmied in on my knees, and allowed to fall onto my face.  I was pushed and pulled until I lay on my belly, knees bent above me.  A plastic band pulled by balls together, pinching the skin.  My ankles were then  banded to my wrists and there I lay.

Suddenly, a biting, burning  sensation pierced my ball sack, then another.

“Sometimes I just want to hear you scream” a female voice said and the trunk lid was closed. As I lay there in a stranger trunk, naked, unknown, hogtied and with a burning pain in my balls sack, I could her return to the car, start the engine and drive down this backwater country road.

After few minutes, suddenly the burning pain in my balls turned to white light.  I screamed, I rose, I trashed about in my metal coffin.  I bites were of alligator clips attached to electric power that she controlled.  At her whim she could wrip me apart.

What a delious fanasty.  If you know how this story would end or maybe even after a time of conversations I might be willing to complete with you.  Write me. My fanasty are offer my desires.