“I’m not going to shower here and mess up the bathroom. It took me too long to get the tiles clean,” grumbled Nevis.
“There’s another truck stop just out of town. I’ll drive there.
York might be a good enough driver now, but Bronx’s nerves had been stretched enough for one day. The bathrooms were busy with a constant flow of people in and out as it was meal time and a lot of people were stopping at the diner, not just truck drivers, so Bronx was happy enough to let Nevis go in alone.
By the time she came out, they were all more than ready for a good meal and then to go to bed. He told York and Nevis to stay outside the rig while he sorted through his boxes and rearranged their sleeping space.
“Don’t you want some help?” asked York.
“No. I know what I want and I put the boxes in a certain place. I’ll find everything.” He wanted this to be a surprise. He’d put his toy box right by the bed, and they’d left a narrow pathway beside the minivan and into the area just behind the cab of the rig. But now they had all her gear and his stuff, which admittedly was quite a bit more than Nevis’s, plus the minivan as well, so there wasn’t a whole lot of empty space. He really needed to throw out quite a lot of stuff, but he’d wait until their trailer extensions were done, and they’d furnished their home, before throwing away anything other than old books and papers and junk. At the moment they likely had too much furniture, but once they had a larger living area, who knew what they might need. Maybe even his sofa and armchairs as well as hers.
He turned the engine on to auxiliary power so he could have the light on inside the back where they were, but covered the window so no one could see in. Then he stacked some boxes into higher piles to make a little more space. He opened his toy box and took out the blindfold, a ball gag, his favorite flogger, a paddle and a whip, and some lengths of rope. Now he was ready.
Bronx walked back and jumped out of the rig.
“Are you ready?” asked York.
He nodded and they helped Nevis climb back inside. York went next and Bronx followed them, locking the door of the vehicle. Now was definitely not the time to be interrupted. He’d been looking forward to this moment for way too long. Fucking Nevis was wonderful, but this was going to be their very first BDSM scene and he didn’t want anything going wrong. He had to keep the action quite mild since it was her first time, but he wanted it to be so special she was eager for more.
Besides, York needed the opportunity to give her commands as well. He would be her Master as well as Bronx, but Bronx was in overall charge.
Nevis undressed silently, obviously ready for whatever he’d planned. York almost ripped his clothing off he was in such a hurry. Bronx felt the same sense of urgency, but forced himself to move more slowly. “First, I’m going to gag you so we don’t attract any attention from all the other people here. This truck stop is a very busy one indeed with far too many people walking around to risk disturbing someone. Then I’ll blindfold you. I don’t want you to know which of us is touching you. You need to learn to tell us apart.”
Nevis nodded, watching as he held up the ball gag, and then the blindfold. He pushed the gag into her mouth tightening it at the back of her head, and being careful not to catch any of her short blonde curls in the ties. Then he slipped the blindfold over her eyes, ensuring her vision was completely blocked. Only then did he lift the flogger, paddle, whip, and rope from the box he’d placed them in nearby. He held the rope and gestured to the other toys, letting York chose whichever one he wanted.
Bronx watched York’s gaze go from the whip, to the flogger, to the paddle, and back to the whip, before he chose the paddle. Bronx took a length of rope and tied it around one of Nevis’s wrists. He stood her in front of the minivan, facing the hood, and measured the rope, tying it to the armrest on the inside of the car door, and then shutting the door, so the rope was taut. He repeated his actions with another length of rope on her other wrist. Now she was firmly held in place by the minivan, unable to move more than an inch or two from side to side.
So far so good. Now he got the flogger and laid some stripes across her ass, her shoulders and thighs. He stepped back and nodded to York. York stood close to her and paddled her ass firmly, until the cheeks were a bright pink, before moving away from her.
This time Bronx concentrated on flogging her where she was less likely to expect him to do so. Her thighs and calves, her shoulders, even a few strokes across her breasts and cunt. He had plans for her breasts. They were ripe and voluptuous. He hoped to introduce her to the joys of subspace when they returned home, and the means he would use would be those breasts of hers. They held a multitude of possibilities and he wanted her to start thinking about them. These few strokes with his flogger were just to whet her taste for having them aroused by pain.