To my dismay, several more cars passed us before we made it across the road and into the gravel parking lot of the bar. I hid behind Master as best I could but still did not escape the jeers and taunts of a couple of the drivers and their passengers. I breathed a sigh of relief as we made our way past the vehicles parked outside the bar. The vehicles ranged from cars and trucks that looked ready for the junkyard to shiny new cadillacs and expensive looking muscle cars.

He opened the door of the bar and led me into the room. I wrinkled my nose as the smell of the place hit me. It smelled of a wet ashtray, stale cigarette smoke and stale beer. I even caught a faint whiff of piss. My heart thumped hard in my chest as I scanned the room. Barstools swiveled and men straightened up from their pool games to turn their attention towards us. There were several wolf whistles directed our way and I quickly dropped my gaze to the floor, my mind playing the "if I don't see them, they're not there" game with me. My face was red, I know, because I could feel the heat in it. I hoped that Master only wanted to sit and sip a beer, then we would leave.

My quick glance about the room had told me everything I needed to know about the customers of this place. Bikers and their women, blue-collar workers stopping in after work with the occasional white-collar one thrown into the mix and some cowboy looking folks along with what appeared to be a police officer sitting at a poker machine. I followed closely behind Master as he walked the length of the bar and chose a space with two vacant stools. He sat in one and I stood behind His stool, knowing that the other empty one was NOT for me...it was likely being saved for my Mistress. I trembled as I stood behind him staring down at the floor. I felt the heat of a large body behind me and had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from squeaking out a protest against the stranger's presence. I trusted in Master to ensure my safety here and waited quietly behind him.

He seemed to know the bartender and my face burned as I heard her ask if I was "His girl". He gave the bartender a short nod and then asked for a water for me as His beer was being delivered. While the bartender went to get a water for me, He turned on His stool and gazed at me. Although my eyes were cast downwards, I knew He was looking at me, I could feel the heat of His gaze like a caress on my skin. I flinched at his sharp command, “On your knees, slut”. I dropped instantly, so conditioned now to follow His commands that it never occurs to me to disobey. I knelt on the floor, feeling the grime under my knees. While I watched, directly in front of my nose, He tied my leash to His barstool. I felt His hand grab a fistful of my hair and then He was angling my head back. “Open your mouth slut, and keep it open” He said and I immediately opened my mouth and waited. I watched as He opened the bottle of water and then He poured some into my open mouth. I swallowed as best I could while holding my mouth open, but couldn't keep up with the flow of water. I felt it splash over my chin and soak the tank top I wore. The chill of the water instantly hardened my nipples and I shivered. In my peripheral vision I could see several men crowding around and taking pictures with their cell phones.

I closed my eyes when I heard the bartender tell Master that He had "quite a trained slut there". My mouth stayed open while I knelt there on the filthy floor. The skin on my knees had started to hurt a bit. I felt like I was kneeling on bits of dirt, some old cigarette butts, dried leaves and God knows what else that had been tracked into the bar. I jumped slightly when music blared out and a voice came over the speakers announcing "the wonderful and talented Britney!" I half-closed my eyes to hide my gaze and sneaked a glance across the room to see a stage with a spotlighted stripper pole. An overweight woman stumbled out and leaned against the pole to start her "tease" dance. I felt bad for her. Her lingerie was ill-fitting and she had a vacant look in her eyes. She obviously had traveled a rough road in life.

My breath caught in my throat when I felt Master's hand grip my hair once again. I quickly closed my eyes so that He could not see that I had been watching the stripper. He pulled my head to His knees and I thrilled to feel my cheek press against Him. My eyes flew open when I felt something large and rubber enter my mouth. I watched His face descend towards mine and He kissed my forehead and smiled. My heart thumped painfully in my chest. It had been a long time since I felt His lips against my skin and I wanted to do whatever I could to give Him cause to kiss my forehead again. Hell, my forehead, my shoulder, my arm, my thigh! Wherever, whatever He wanted to kiss was fine by me!