Story: Princess Snowflake Part 1

She tipped from one foot to the other, switching her weight to resist the cold. Single snowflakes floated down like feathers and dotted her black cloth, turning her into a reflection of the night sky. The street lights colored the scene silver. Covered deep into her hood, only her pale nose and full eyes peeked out to the air. While she wrapped herself in her coat, the short skirt with only a pantyhose beneath was a sacrifice to tease and look sexy for him at first sight. The boots protected her against the cold of the rock-solid ground of the parking lot.

She was in doubt. Would her date turn up? So far she only knew him from online messages, the things he had written in public, and the sweet words he had addressed to her. She had quite a picture of his character. Would reality hold to it? He had gone silent for around two weeks, even twice so. But he had also told her about his condition, which she wasn't too far away from. Depression, aggression against oneself, because of unjustified guilt. But mental health wasn't a matter of reason. She knew that too well. When he had mentioned the Aurora borealis and that it did him good to make a trip, but it needed a friend to invite and rely on him to show up, she had spontaneously looked it up on the internet. A Swedish tourist information had given her lots of ideas and fantasies. Although she hated the discomfort of camping and outdoor, she had pulled together and sent him a proposal. She had been so happy when he had looked at and accepted it, and even more when he had stepped in with some own effort over some details and confirmations.

Now she stood here, in the cold nowhere of Sweden, and that was even one of the more inhabited spaces than where they were going to when he showed up; if he showed up at all. She still had doubts. She wished so much she was going to spend time with him. Tease him, pleasure him, rest her head on his shoulders, maybe hear him snore with a smile on her lips. She longed for spending time with him. Her eyes glanced through the snowfall, and she tried to see something. Would he even come this way? She thought he had to. Suddenly a male voice from behind surprised her: "Waiting for me?". She turned around, and he smiled at her, instantly knew it was him and wrapped her arms around him and squeaked. Finally, she was in his arms, though he still hesitated with how intimate he could dare to be with her. He took a step back at her, inspected her looks from head to toe, and then had to chuckle at the conflict of her thick winter coat and the short skirt. He rose an eyebrow to her: "At least you didn't leave your legs completely naked." She replied with a frown. 'Still cute.', he thought. And then she gave her what any girl longed for when she made herself pretty: "You are sexy. I can barely wait to warm you up.". He grinned, and while she cocked a snook at him, she couldn't hide her anticipation. "For now, take my backpack.", he put down it in front of her, "Change your bag to your chest. It is smaller than mine. And then grab my trolley and yours, and let's head to the rental service." Was he seriously ordering her to carry all their baggage? It seemed so, and it also fit their roles. While he was easy-going at a good pace without looking back, she struggled with the burden and started to forget about the cold. When they reach the small office in the middle of nowhere, she took a deep breath. Finally in some warmth. But seconds later the sales woman guided him out, and she had to follow.

"This is it.", the saleswoman said with a Swedish accent. Please look around if it's all to your needs. Take your time." He put his hand under her skirt und pushed her on her bottom, right into the camper. From where the saleswoman stood, she must have had seen it all. "I'll be in the office in case you need anything else.", she stayed friendly. When she entered the caravan, he pulled her back by her hair and gave her a long kiss on her mouth, holding her off-balance in the middle of the door. While her arms and feet fought to grab some hold, she still enjoyed his attention. He sucked on her neck and whispered in her ear: "Moan loudly for me. Do it, slut.". Though she didn't want anyone to hear, she did as he had told her. She didn't need to pretend anything, just let out her palpable excitement. "Please make sure everything is alright before you start. Here in Sweden, you have quite some distances for the next supplies, especially far in the north.", the saleswoman dismissed herself.

Now that they were alone, a focus on the caravan had blown away his interest in her assets. 'Wasn't he eager to finally take her in the physical way their online acquaintance hasn't allowed?', she asked herself. She could hardly concentrate because of the wild sex fantasies she had since they had met for the first time. He went through the different small departments, took some critical looks and tested some furniture functions and electronic devices like the cooker. "Bring in the baggage.", she ordered her in a harsh tone. She kicked into the snow and frowned her eyebrows about how he treated her. Her fantasies seemed to disappear beyond the blurry horizon. It was disrespectful to command her around, and not playful like she would have taken it with an added degrading noun, people around or a smile from him. She already started to pity herself if their journey was going to continue in this way.

She shut the door and took a seat, enjoying the break from the physical efforts. Her travel alone to this place had been exhaustive. Usually, she didn't travel that much, and if she did, it was mainly via train, in her home country, on familiar tracks. This was all new, and the adventure demanded her full concentration. He came back from the driver's cabin: "Are you comfortable?", he asked rhetorically and pulled her up, "Unbox, silly lady. Come on, lazy bitch. Looks like you need some motivation.". He reached for her right nipple and twisted it harshly. "Ouch!", she screamed. "I don't like that!", she shouted at him with a furious look. He instantly wanted to lay her over his knees and spank her, but he knew too well how she would have liked that. Anything else she needed now was an encouragement for bratty behavior, right at the start of their first travel.

Instead, he took the small distance to the refrigerator. Fortunately, it contained a couple of ice cubes. He broke out three and grabbed one arm around her torso. His hand with the ice cubes went into the back of her pantyhose. "No!", she squirmed, but he didn't care. He had to push in the first cube against her full resistance, but with every cube, she increasingly gave in. "Will you behave now?", he asked. She seemed to have shrunk by a whole head now: "Yes, Sir.". "Then go ahead and put all things in a good place. I want it all properly stored, understood?", he put her into her place. Her hands pressed together she was biting her lips meek: "Yes, Sir". "That ice should have cooled you down, bitch. If you need anymore against your selfish fieriness, just give me a sign." She started to open the bags and putting stuff away.

'Gosh!', he thought, 'She hadn't even bothered to undress her coat.'. "Hold still!", he ordered, and then took off her coat and folded it over his arm, "Take off your boots. You are messing up the whole floor. You will clean that after you completed this task.". Though she had organized a good portion of the travel and made her way up to here, suddenly she seemed like a child to him. Online, she had comforted him so often in his despair, speaking out the truth he had forgotten, and petting his broken heart with patience and attention, but here in front of his eyes she just did it wrong. He could clearly see from her actions and idleness. Nature didn't forgive severe lacks. Everything had to be in order, dry, clean, and easily at hand whenever you needed it. "No.", he shook his head, "Food into the kitchen shelves, over there. And don't you just cramp everything together like you just did. Do it right!". He gave her a firm smack on her ass in pantyhose. Yes, a little confirmation was what she needed now, though he didn't dare to smile. This preparation was too important to be part of the game.

In the end, it hadn't taken him long to join her efforts. If it was too be sure everything was right, or in lack of anything else to do, he didn't know. Maybe he didn't desire to watch her, or he had sensed her mood. While at her side, she moved calmer, and a glimpse of peace shone from her face. When it was time to clean up the floor, he commanded her: "Strip naked and crawl on the floor. I don't want any dirt left except for you.". He positioned himself at the side, with a good look at her ass, now wiggling in front of him in her efforts. He felt a boner pressing against his trousers. When she had put back the cleaning tools, he was right behind her, putting on a blindfold over her eyes. "Turn around.", he told her and unzipped his cock. "You have to earn taking a look at your new god.", he chuckled. He took her chin, opened it, and thrust hard into her throat. When she instinctively put her hands on his legs, he yelled at her: "Hands behind your back, filth!", and she followed it, holding onto her ankles instead. Seconds later she started to gag and choke on the fixed intrusion in her head. When he let go, she gasped and gulped three times, before he ended his mercy and started to fuck her throat in and out. He started to moan, knowing that was her only part of the pleasure. They had expressed their preferences on several issues. She willingly suffered for his pleasure now, and he deliberately enjoyed on the glee of her burden and humiliation. Kneeling in front of him, nude, she was his to be used and abused. The fantasy had just been started.

Part 2