[Part IV HERE](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ft7jbv/a_hand_job_in_a_public_hot_springs_in_big_sur/)
She was on her hands and knees with the collar around her neck and her hair in a high pony tail. The bathroom’s tile floor felt cold under my feet. “Keep your eyes down and your ass up,” I commanded. I had told her how I’d fuck her and what she needed to do 100s of times before, but my voice wavered a bit and I know she could tell I was nervous. I reached down and hooked the buckle of her leash, a leash I had bought at a CVS a couple of years before, through the buckle of her collar.
“Don’t you fucking speak until you’re spoken to,” I commanded and she smiled, mostly to herself, probably at how unsure I still sounded. “yes daddy,” she whispered and I watched her run her tongue over her cherry red lips. I bent over and slid the black sleeping mask I had just been given on my delta flight over her eyes. “Tumi?” she whispered, on her hands and knees, leashed and now blindfolded, momentarily cracking the tension. She knew how many of those delta sleeping kits ended up collecting in my luggage. I wrapped the leash around my fist a couple times and stood up. Her body tensed. I could see it.