...the dinner appears to be mostly empty. Save for an aged cashier at the counter with bad makeup, and an obnoxiously large beehive wig, and the few cooks working that can be seen working away in the kitchen behind her to the tune of some obscure country singer, this greasy spoon looks pretty much deserted. Betsy leads you over to the cashier, who was deeply enthralled with a word search on the back of one of the restaurant's placemats for children, and asks for "the usual booth".
As the cashier puts her puzzle on hold to lead the both of you to your seats, you're shocked and disappointed that the old crone doesn't even notice you being led around like an animal on a leash. Either that, or she doesn't care. The cashier takes you to your booth, only bothers to give a menu and silverware to Betsy, and shuffles off back to the counter to finish her word search. She did this all without saying a word to either of you, as if what was transpiring between you and Betsy was so normal, it was boring. You're about to take a seat in the booth, when you hear the ring of the dinner's front door opening.
"Ruth, is that you? How the hell did you manage to stop at the same dump I pulled into?"
Betsy yanks your chain, pulling you off of the booth, and hard onto the linoleum floor with you back. She drags you for a bit before tugging at your leash again to make you stand up. As you do, you find yourself standing before a red headed behemoth of a woman. She's only a couple inches taller than Betsy, but she also looks 200 pounds wider. Her massive girth is divided between her wide ass that peers out over her dark blue jeans to expose her crack, thick bulging thighs almost as rotund as tree trunks, fat hands with bulgy fingers, ample J-cup breasts exposing their cleavage through her tight trucker jacket, and a round belly that puts even more stress on the jacket's cohesion, as well as her jeans. Like Betsy, she somehow manages to look attractive despite her weight.
"Betsy, long time no see." The woman, apparently named Ruth, exclaims as you and your mistress greet her.
Before you even have a chance to react, she lunges forward to give Betsy a big friendly hug, trapping you between her and her expansive stomach. as your body sinks into Ruth's plush belly, you find yourself struggling to breath as the smell of days-old body odor betrays her uncanny beauty, and irritates your sinuses. Apparently, she hasn't found much opportunity to bathe on the road.
As Ruth breaks the hug, she lets out a startled cry as you fall off of her tummy. Looking down at your collapsed form, she notices your chain, and follows it up to see Betsy holding the leash.
"You finally manage to squirrel away enough cash for a decent slave, I see." Ruth remarks
"Decent?" Betsy scoffs "You think I would settle for one of those cheap imports they get from Taiwan. I splurged for I higher pedigree. See for yourself."
Ruth picks you off of the floor and starts to inspect you. She holds your chin in her huge hand, clutching your cheeks as she examines your face, and teeth. Her other hand travels down to your crotch as she feels you up, fondling your genitals with her fat fingers. You let out a slight moan as feel yourself becoming unwittingly erect as she teases you, lightly squeezing your sensitive head through your pants.
Ruth gives a nod of approval as she releases you to collapse back onto the linoleum. "He's got a decent package, but I've seen better. Cute face though." She lets out a wistful sigh. "I wouldn't mind going a few rounds with him. Wish I could afford to buy one that nice."
"Well then why don't you try him out for a little while?"
Ruth stares at her friend in disbelief. "You really mean that, Betsy?"
"Sure I mean it. Maybe you can help me break him in." Betsy gives you a little kick to perk you up while you were still getting your bearings together after being nearly suffocated. "He's as submissive as you would expect a high class slave would be, but he does kind of a crappy job when it comes to more...intimate tasks. Since you were able to tame your husband so well, I figure this is a job that could your expertise."
"You're sure about this?" Ruth asks again. "I mean, you do remember what I did to get my husband to be obedient in the first place..."
"Oh, I don't just remember it, I'm counting on it." Betsy lifts up your leash to force you back on your feet at the risk on getting choked. "Why don't you start by giving him a kiss? He really likes it when you give him mouth to mouth. Go ahead, try it."
You fight the growing urge to turn away from Ruth's face as she grabs your chin again, and lifts you up so that you’re looking her in the face. Holding you head so that you can't move it, she opens her plump lips to allow her big meaty tongue to lick every part of your face, coating it in her saliva which smelled of old jerky and corn nuts. As her tongue worms it's way around your skull, you are treated to the crackling sound of her slurping your earlobes, and the foul taste of her spittle as she thoroughly explores the insides of your mouth. When she reaches your nose, she clamps her mouth on top of it as she darts her tongue into your nostrils. This doesn't go on for long before she unloads a deep, long, foul smelling belch into your snout. Momentarily forgetting your place, you start to scream and thrash about in order to escape Ruth's hold on you, as well as her smell.
"Geez, you weren't kidding when you said he needed breaking in." Ruth remarks. "You were right to ask me to help educate him; and I think I might know a way to get him to be more compliant."
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