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Story: Princess Snowflake Part 4

Posted 11-30-2016 at 07:22 PM by CSasha

Part 3

He took her phone into his hands, looking confused by the mess of icons, and she slid a couple of times and tapped a video app, which she called the 'looper'. Immediately it played clips of women's asses pounded by or pounding cocks with their ass, and several hypnotic voices repeated mantra's, the most dominant was: "You need to be a dirty, little girl like the girls in your porn.". With the brush in her mouth, she reacted to his facial impression and tapped the bottom line of the video. A button appeared, which she tapped. Instead of the video the screen was filled with thumbnails now, messily mixed again. When she tried to make another tap, he clapped her hand away. Though he needed to tap around a lot and focus his mind on getting some of the chaotic order in her files, he preferred to explore them by themselves.

She announced: "Finished, Sir.". Then he ordered her to mount his lap, while he lay flat on the bed. He wore his chequered pyjama, with only his cock exposed. He wasn't finished with her videos yet, but it didn't take much to get him hard. "In your ass.", he ordered. He knew she liked it, not by the sensation, but because it meant what a filthy slut she became for him by just the act itself. She lubed it up with her spit, and then slid him in with a bit trouble followed by delight on her face. She smiled at him, and without having to be told, she speeded up, riding up and down, while he still switched between different videos. 'Mobile software still is terribly usable.', he recognized again. All her videos were dirty and kinky as hell, lots of quickly cut clips of deepthroat and anal sex at the worst disregard of the women, accompanied by famous pop music, rap, techno or even metal. Nothing for his taste at all, but he could well imagine how she masturbated or fucked or deepthroated her dildos to the music, or even all of that.

"Slower.", he commanded to her surprise. She did, and still, he said: "Half that speed.". He stopped the video and opened the camera app. Her face slightly frowned when she recognized he had finished with her videos. When he started to make shots of her, she straightened her back and tried to pose while keeping up the pace. "Tomorrow, we'll make more of these, making some use of the different slut-wear you stupidly took with you instead of some warm cloth. When you are back home, you may send me some of them as souvenirs. I'll probably even ask for them.", he told her in a tensed voice. Time to relax. He put his hands behind his neck and watched her riding him slowly up and down. It was just enough sensation to keep him erect. It didn't need much empathy to become aware of her arousal, yet on such a low level that she wanted it to rise. Still, she behaved and kept the speed he had chosen. He shut off the light and said: "Keep it up until I tell you to stop, slut.". Then he closed his eyes and allowed himself to sleep, counting on that his precum would be enough as ongoing lube.

The light of dawn had lit up the roof part. His arms had moved around to his sides. He didn't fully open his eyes or move his body, so she didn't notice he was awake. She still moved up and down, frequently sighing. It must have been hours now, and she was still riding him with her ass in the constant speed of his choice. 'Poor girl.', he thought. She looked tired and exhausted, not just like someone without sleep, but also after a long work shift. 'Had she had taken a break?', he thought, 'I wouldn't have noticed. Probably not, though there was also the risk he woke up.'. He still let her go on and enjoyed her sloppy efforts to maintain her position and perform those small movements up and down with the greatest effort of exhaustion. Stories about carters in older times had inspired him on such a task.

He wouldn't have punished her too much if she would have failed, mainly with his disappointment, which he thought harsh enough. And maybe he would even have spanked her or done some other relief of her guilt from her Likes. But now that she had gone through it, he had to take good care of her well-being in the next hours. Now he slowly 'woke up' with a smile and stretched himself, her still riding his cock with her ass, but getting more conscious and focused again. "Good morning, Sir.", she greeted him with her warm, tired voice. Suddenly he pushed her from his body without a word. Climbing down, he turned back to her: "Stop.".

Down in the main space, everything was calm and peaceful. The white environment shone with a brilliant brightness. "I need to piss, slut. Hurry!", he shouted up. She stumbled down the stairs. He had to suppress a grin about her confusion that her sacrifice hadn't earned her any appreciation so far. "Poor little slut.', he thought, 'MY poor little slut.'. When he was done, he put on fresh, warm cloth himself, and chose the collar and the leash for her. They went out for a walk, where she shivered all the way while he took intentionally slow steps and paused in delight of the great view. From the corner of the eye, he noticed that she only looked to the ground. No begging eyes. They both knew he wanted her to suffer from the cold. 'Was she too weary to take the risk to express her discomfort?', he asked himself.

He liked when he could upset her, especially with some mind play. She had joyfully reported him some of her mischiefs on getDare in the recent weeks. Her imagination was incredibly powerful, though dangerous. When he spotted a sheltered corner with trees, he had a spontaneous idea. He walked there as if it was his intention in the first place. "Sit!", he shot at her. He had to control himself to keep his slow pace when he walked back to the caravan. Minutes later he returned with cuffs and ropes to where she was waiting in the snow, significantly shaking from the cold. 'Good girl.', he thought. Maybe he could train her to become more resilient being naked outside.

He attached the cuffs to her wrists and ankles, pulled her up, guided her back towards the tree, and fixed her arms behind it. With some more rope to here feet, he made sure she wasn't able to escape by herself. A final rope to her hair fixed her standing position. Once more he checked that there was no issue with the blood flow, and then went away with big slow steps through the snow. Back in the caravan, he set the egg timer, and then made himself a coffee and enjoyed it over some looks on the next tracks of their route. He put his feet up but left his boots on, because he would have to go out again soon enough.

There wasn't any tricky part but the distance itself. Still, he had a couple of options regarding taking breaks and some sideways for places of minor interest. Seeking for a perfect plan, he boiled water for an instant soup. He put it in and set the egg timer. After it had ringed, he blew on the soups surface, getting back to his notes on the next days. The chicken pieces in the soup were as marginally as always. Mainly it was some dry broth with salt and a couple of noodles and dried vegetables. 'You could probably manually count them in a hurry.', he thought, as well as 'Hey, what a great idea for a simple task.'. He put the empty plastic cup into the garbage and noticed someone had to get rid of it at the next occasion. Another issue for his plan, so he went back over the maps. What was the sign for waste disposal again? Hah!, he could have her carry it out in a slutty dress, despite the temperatures.

Her. Her! How could he have forgotten? He never forgot anything of importance, and what else was she? In an instant, he stormed out of the trailer. Heavy snowfall reduced the sight, but he was confident about the way. He had enjoyed that walk, but now it he discovered meter by meter he wasn't aware of anymore. It all seemed farther than he had in mind. When he arrived at her bondage, she was barely shivering anymore. He ripped off the ropes and lifted her into his arms, marching right back into their warm mobile cabin. "I am here, sweetie. I am here. Do you hear me?", he addressed her in sorrow, "Everything is going to be alright.". His reason took over the next decisions. Don't move her too much. Wrap her in blankets, body first, leave the limbs off. He thought about making an emergency call, especially since it would take anybody a lot of time to get to them. But she quickly became better.

He stripped and slit to her side in bed. Slowly she started to stretch and snuggled herself right into and around him like a small monkey grabbed around its mother. She was smiling and yawned. In the next hours, he made the drinks and meals, everything hot and served right to her place. He leaned her back against his chest and fed her, although she had retained the power to do it herself. It was his joy how she delved into his care and attention. There were no accusations, but the peace of being here and now together, in safety, warmth, and trust. Their camper didn't move an inch that day. In the night she lay in his arms in bed and watched the sky when he kissed her and said: "Lovely Princess Snowflake. Unique, fragile and resilient. You are mine."


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