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Story: Princess Snowflake Part 3

Posted 11-30-2016 at 07:21 PM by CSasha

Part 2

"Careful!", he advised her, while she put her hands on the ground. His boot pushed her ass out of the caravan. She already shivered. He looked around but was comfortably well with the temperature. Of course, he wore a jacket. She had told him she was a softie, not only regarding restricted living conditions natural for camping. He looked down on her once again and was sure she didn't pretend it. The cold and the ground did hurt her indeed. He headed straight for the building, paced up and pulled on the leash without regard. The faster they were in, the better for her, but she lacked the discipline to follow reason over her discomfort. Once there were in, he sensed her relief about the warmth. The small distances between the shelves gave the supermarket a cozy, familiar atmosphere.

Less distracted by the discomfort of outside, she looked around. When her eyes met the first customer, she instantly looked the ground, avoiding contact. "Come on! We don't have all day.", he said and pulled on her leash. Her embarrassment was his amusement. She tried to hide behind his body, putting herself where he became an obstacle to the view of others, but he moved from shelve to shelve all the time, gathering the items from his paper list. And then there was the shopping trolley getting in her way, so she had to sprint on all fours. "Titta!", an old lady spoke out loudly to her husband and pointed towards her. 'Oh no!', she thought and started to panic. He glanced down at her and said: "I thought you liked to entertain other people.". She frowned, furious about that comment. But then she also remembered she could have worn a t-shirt now at least if it wouldn't have been for her bad behavior.

He had left the shopping cart with her leashed to it for taking a closer look at the local magazines when a young woman came and bowed down to the stranger in misery: "Är du okej?". If she would keep her look on the floor now, she would only trouble both of them. So she had to look up: "I am okay if you mean that.", and even smiled a bit. Indeed, nobody bantered on her costs or gave her uncomfortable attention. The worst came from her thoughts, imagination, and fears in her mind. In fact, she didn't know what the people thought, she only guessed, and most often she came up with the worst for her.

"Is she your pet?", the Swedish woman asked him from a distance. Now he came back: "Yes, she is. I am very proud of her.". She looked up at him in disbelief. "She is beautiful. I envy you a bit, but I am glad you are happy together.", the local replied, "May I pet her?". "Yes, of course,", he answered, "She doesn't bite.". Both of them chuckled. She twisted between the pleasure of compliment and fury that he made a joke on her, but then the gentle touch along her back brought her down into a primitive space of feeling. She was being cared off, he was there, and she had nothing to fear. When they returned to the camper, she didn't have to carry any goods, of course, nor store them away in the right places. She just sat patiently on the trailer floor, watching him do what was necessary, the exact way he wanted it to be. "See? You have done very well. As a reward, you may suck my dick while I drive. Without a blindfold.", he helped her up onto her legs. He didn't want to keep her as a pet with all the according burden on him for the whole journey. He knew she could take care of herself. She had done it all the time without him.

The first night they lay awake for hours, watching the clear night sky with all it's stars, far away from the light smog of any town or city. They lay beside each other, talking about any topics they came up with: Casual stuff like the Swedish specialties and their way ahead, world politics like the nuclear devastation threats and the climate change, their personal likes and dislikes, and the experiences they now had made with each other. She huddled up against him, deliberately playing with his chest, belly, cock, and balls as he had allowed her to. He tipped her nose and occasionally kissed her from head to toes and up again. They smelled each other, and it was magnificent, except for a series of her farts which forced them to aerate the camper generously. Whatever the future would bring, now they were happy in each others company.

Though the road to Kiruna was well-maintained, the landscape was quite empty. All on the side the snow had built small fences and turned the forests white and blurry. From far, mountains reached into the sky with majestic crowns on their tops. He enjoyed the silence while driving, and she didn't disturb it. Instead, she looked outside the windows in curious amazement. She switched between the different views, a nap, making him a hot coffee, petting his thigh, snuggling to his side or giving him a blowjob. In the early afternoon, he paused the travel to stretch the legs. They went for a short walk a small distance from the van. Now without the responsibility and excitement of the driving, he took a moment to enjoy the landscape, a cold carpet of one simple miracle of nature after another, with nothing else between him and a vast reality than clean, cold air.

Suddenly a white ball passed his head. He turned around, and a second followed, only to hit him in the chest. She stood there with wet hands, innocent as an angel, but a confessing grin and pretended to look away. He laughed and sprinted towards her, which made her flee and whirl up in snow. But she didn't stand a chance. After few meters, he threw himself on her back and knocked her down into the soft snow: "Dirty girl. Someone desperately needs a cold bath.". They both loved. Her arms fought against his in fruitless attempts to prevent him from putting snow into all her places. She squirmed and squeaked. When he found her to be wet all over and exhausted enough, he bent down and gave her a long kiss on her lips, his hands still holding down her wrists. He looked into her eyes and saw her joy in being overwhelmed by him. When she sneezed, he helped her up and guided her back.

In the trailer, he stripped her and looked for dry, warm cloth. He went through plenty of short socks, belly-free tops, slips and thongs of all colors. In the other drawers, he only found make-up, a range of creams and lots of toys: dildos, gags, cuffs, the collar with the leash. 'What the heck did she think when she packed for the trip?', he thought. She was rather prepared for a week of catwalks and lapdances than for serious travel in cold regions. With a sigh, he gave up on her cloth, took one of his sweaters and pulled it over her head. It was a bit too big, but that meant it half covered her ass. He liked the view and availability, and smacked on her ass, only to embrace her and hold his head against her now cozy belly. After a while, he looked up to her and said: "Put on some socks, and that'll do. Next time you will tell you what you will put into your bags." She smiled and moved her hands over his head: "Yes, Sir.". When he continued the driving, she took her seat beside him and asked him to turn on the seat heater, both aware she still carried nothing but the sweater and her socks. Soon after he did, she rolled her eyes and moaned. Still delighted, she turned her head to him, said "Mösenstövchen" and giggled. Sometimes she was stupid about silly words. He didn't know what it meant, but right now he wasn't curious enough to ask. He just enjoyed the road and being in control.

In the evening, he had stopped the trailer on a small hill with a great view all around. She had cooked spaghetti with a tasty tomato sauce, while he had watched her ass wiggle around to the background music. 'Incredible.', he thought, 'How she even improvises such a simple recipe.'. It had to admit he liked it, but by her style alone she was never going to be able to replicate any result. Plus, the generous way she measured the salt by her eye while shaking her hips: Dangerous. In his mind, he already prepared for frequently ruined meals one way or another. On the other hand, it was good to be finally serviced by her in a non-sexual way. Though the roads didn't require much concentration, he was weary of having to drive all the time, not to mention what he demanded himself in planning, decision, and awareness regarding topping her as she needed.

After the dessert from the supermarket shelves, he was going to fulfill one of her wishes. They made themselves comfortable on the bed in the vehicle roof. Fortunately, it provided enough space to sit up. So he ordered her to put on her pyjama's top, a pink one with Smurfette brushing her hair, but no pants, and brush her teeth for the night and go to the toilet the last time. Since she had mentioned it repeatedly, he was curious what kind of porn she preferred to watch and get off. He was a fan of porn himself, never shy to admit he watch it with pleasure, and without any guilt. The kind of porn could reveal a lot about a person's secret parts of personality, character, but also her preferences and desires.

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