Mistress and I returned downstairs to open presents. I watched her in breathless anticipation as she opened each package I got her. I loved her excited gasps as she saw each gift.
“Oh puppy, it’s beautiful,” She said, holding up a necklace I had commissioned.
It was a simple thing, a silver rectangle on a silver chain. The rectangle was broken a quarter of the way up, and was joined together with a purple amethyst stone. She fastened it around her neck, and I caught my breath. She was still dressed in her red lingerie, and despite the clash of colors, she was stunning.
“I’m glad you like it, Mistress.”
We finished with gifts, and spent a moment, enjoying each others company. We finally decided it was time for dinner, and we hurried to the kitchen. Despite our mutual tiredness, we managed to rustle up a steak and some potatoes, and after everything was set, we slipped into the breakfast nook, and cuddled into each other. I enjoyed her warmth, and her soft skin was angelic on my own.
As we ate, Mistress turned to me.
“Puppy, I’ve enjoyed having you stay here, but we need to talk. Your parents are probably expecting you to come home for Christmas, right?”
It had been so long since I had considered anyone besides Mistress.
“Probably, yeah. I don’t want to go anywhere without you, though, Mistress.”
“Thats what I was thinking about. I could come with you. I would love to meet my beautiful little puppies parents.”
I beamed at her. She truly was wonderful. I kissed Mistress’ forehead.
“I would love that, too.”
We chatted about my family, and made plans to visit them that week.
After dinner was cleaned up, Mistress located my phone, and I called my mom.
“Cody! So good to hear from you! How was school? How are you?”
“Hi, mom. I’m great. Better than great, actually. How are you all?”
“Good. We miss you, though. Are you coming back for christmas?”
“Actually, thats what I wanted to talk to you about. I want to, but I was wondering if I could bring my girlfriend with me?”
“Of course! We’d all love to meet her!”
I gave Mistress a thumbs up. We were good to go. I started to chit chat with my mom, and Mistress silently slipped under the table. She took my penis in her mouth, and I gasped. I covered my mouth, and Mistress smirked up at me.
“You ok, hon?” Mom asked.
“Yeah, just saw a cute squirrel outside the window.”
My mom seemed satisfied with that, and kept talking. Mistress kept sucking me off throughout the whole conversation, speeding up every time I spoke. More than once, I lost my train of thought and had to start over. Mistress’ mouth was heavenly.
I finally got off the phone, and as I hung up, Mistress let go of my dick and stood up.
“Please?” I begged, looking into her eyes.
“Not now, puppy.” She said, giving me a quick kiss. “C’mon, we need to get packed.”
We spent the next hour gathering up our clothes and getting ready to leave. Mistress had gifted me several nsfw outfits for christmas, and I threw them in my suitcase. No guarantee that they would be used, but it didn’t hurt to be ready.
After Mistress was fully packed, I loaded our suitcases into her car, a new, gray Ram 1500. I returned inside, and joined Mistress in her room. Mistress allowed me into her bed, and I cuddled up into her, nestled in her warmth. We fell asleep, cradling each other.
***
The next morning, we showered together, taking turns washing the others body. I always looked forward to washing her legs. Each time, I knelt down in front of her, and rested her foot on my thigh. I ran my hands along her legs, and lathered her with soap. Her soft skin paired well with the slippery surface the soap created, creating the most perfect, soft, beautiful leg.
After our shower, we got dressed and journeyed out to the car. Mistress, as always, climbed in the drivers seat, and I sat next to her. Her truck had a bench seat, which meant on these longer trips, I could lay in her lap, and enjoy the road.
As we set out, I glanced at the estimated travel time. 17 hours. Two day trip, I guess. I settled in, and prepared for our trip.
The ayancık escort hours dropped away, and suddenly we were pulling off the highway to get a late lunch. As I sat up, I groggily gave Mistress a kiss on the cheek.
“Hope this place is ok. Only one I’ve seen for a bit.”
“Of course, Mistress.”
We walked in, arm-in-arm. A waitress greeted us at the door, and sat us at a table. We glanced at the menu, and put in our orders. Mistress spoke for both of us, and gave me a sly look.
“I’m sorry to say, but we’re a bit understaffed, so it’s gonna be a bit.” Our waitress said.
“That’s alright with us,” Mistress responded. “Do you have bathrooms here? We’ve been on the road for a while.”
“Of course. Right over there.” Our waitress pointed across the restaurant, then turned to put in our orders.
Mistress scribbled something on a napkin, folded it, and slid it to me. Then she got up and headed to the bathroom.
I opened the napkin, and read what Mistress had written.
“Wait 3 minutes, then follow me. Family restroom. Knock three times, then twice.”
I had to admit, that was kind of hot. The minutes slipped away, and I almost lept up and ran to the bathroom.
Knock knock knock
Knock knock
Mistress opened the door, and pulled me in. She pushed me up against the wall and hungrily kissed me. Her hands trailed down to my ass, and I felt her grip two handfuls of it.
I moaned into her mouth, and she broke off her kiss. Mistress looked at me, and placed her hand over my mouth.
“Get down, and eat me out.”
I hesitated, not wanting to kneel in a rest stop bathroom. Mistress sensed my hesitation, and placed her hands on my shoulders, pushing me to the floor. I opened my mouth, and pulled down her pants.
There it was. It was so beautiful. Mistress had trimmed her bush close, a thing that drove me up the wall. The way her hair tickled my face as I ate her out never failed to make me wild.
I leaned in, and gave her pussy a kiss. Mistress had given me some pointers on my technique, and I put them to good use. In short time, Mistress was moaning and rocking with my movements.
Someone knocked on the door, and mistress called out.
“Occupied…” She looked at me and hissed, “don’t you dare fucking stop.”
It was exhilarating, the feeling of someone just outside while we made love. I brought Mistress to climax, and helped her pull her pants up. I turned to leave, but Mistress pushed me up against the wall, with a dull thud.
“You aren’t going anywhere, slut.”
She greedily pulled my pants down, and roughly spread my cheeks. She spat on my hole, then began to trace the outside. Fuck, she wasn’t going to go in without lube, right?
Her fingertips slipped in, and I squealed. I cut myself off, but I knew if anyone was outside, they had heard me.
Mistress continued her assault, reaming my hole and I winced and desperately tried to keep calm. Finally, she was satisfied, and withdrew.
“Clean yourself up, bitch, then come back to the table.”
Mistress washed her hands, then left the bathroom. I quickly pulled up my pants and turned to do the same. Next to the sink was a purple, silicone buttplug, and a note. As I picked them up, I felt a weight shift in the bulb.
I opened the note and read,
“Put this in, take a pic, then get your ass to the table.”
I swallowed. The head looked so big. I looked around for anything I could use to lube it up, but, as expected, nothing in the bathroom could fit the bill. I swallowed as I realized what I had to do.
I started salivating, and spat on the tip. When it was as wet as I could get it, I put it to my hole and pushed it in. It hurt, but after a second, it bottomed out.
I turned to the mirror, and looked at my ass. The plug was only visible as a little purple bar.
I snapped the pic, then got another idea. I switched to video, and shot a clip of me bouncing with the plug in. The rattle bumped against my prostate, and I moaned. I looked into the mirror, and gave the camera a sly smile. I bounced once again, and moaned again, this time moaning aydın escort a name.
“Ohhhhh, Amberrrrrr.”
I blew a kiss to the camera, and finally satisfied, stopped the recording. I cleaned up, and left. When I got to the table, the food had arrived, and Mistress had already begun eating.
“You took the pic?” She asked, not looking up.
“Yeah, and something better.” I tossed her the phone.
“Good boy.”
I sat down, and dug in. Lunch was over quickly, and we hit the road again. I took a shift at the wheel so Mistress could relax.
About half an hour into our drive, Mistress pulled out the phone and opened the camera app. She looked at the photo I had taken, and sighed.
“Oh yeah, you look so hot.”
I smiled at her.
“Watch the video.”
She stiffened, and bit her lip. Mistress swiped to the video storage, and watched the video.
“Oh, yeah. You are so sexy.”
Her hands drifted to my waist, and she unzipped my fly. She gingerly reached in, and removed my penis. She began to softly stroke it, and it was all I could do to continue watching the road. The expressway changed to interstate, and we found ourselves in the middle of nowhere. As we drove down the road, Mistress kept stroking me off, looking around the road. She pointed out a spot.
“Pull over there, puppy. Sounds like we have a flat tire.”
I did as I was told, and once stopped, I stepped out to check the wheels. None seemed to be flat.
I felt Mistress behind me, and suddenly, I was pressed against the bodywork of the truck. Mistress’ hand slipped into my pants, and I felt her gently tug on the plug.
The plug shifted, and I felt the familiar tug of my insides. I moaned, and Mistress slapped my ass.
“Such a good slut for me, aren’t you?”
Mistress began to fuck me with the plug. I cried out, and stuck my ass out, presenting it to her. She gave it another spank, and whispered in my ear;
“I asked you a question, skank. You like getting fucked out here by the road, dont you?”
“Yes, Mistress,” I moaned.
“Good boy.”
Mistress slipped her other hand in my pants and began to massage my penis. She pressed me against the truck with her body. I neared climax, and as my moans grew in pitch, Mistress stopped, and pulled her hands out of my pants.
“That’s enough of that. Let’s go.”
I looked at her with my best puppy face, silently begging her to let me finish.
“Not yet. Get in the truck.”
She turned and climbed in. I gave an exasperated sigh, and followed her. Silently, we pulled away, and continued down the road.
The hours slipped by, and suddenly, it was night. I pulled off to find a hotel. Mistress pointed to a big, multi-story building just off the offramp. I pulled in, and parked. Mistress stayed in the truck while I ran in to see if any rooms were available. Once we’d been checked in, I returned to the truck and grabbed our bags. I followed Mistress inside, and to our room.
Inside, we locked the door. Mistress kissed me, then sent me into the bathroom to get cleaned up.
“Take the plug out, puppy. And put one of those cute outfits you packed on.”
I didn’t realize she knew, not that I was unhappy with the results. I selected one, and then locked myself in the bathroom.
After I’d showered, I got dressed and twirled in front of the mirror. I had a short-cropped pastel-blue hoodie and light pink skirt. I pulled on a pair of knee socks and admired myself.
I heard the doorknob rattle, and turned to face it.
“I’m not ready yet!”
“I don’t care. Let me watch you.”
I unlocked the door, and Mistress swung it open. She looked me up and down, and bit her lip.
“You are so hot,” she said, breathily. She leaned in and kissed me deeply.
I felt something poke me, and I looked down. Mistress had a purple strapon fixed around her waist. I knelt down, and opened my mouth, looking up at my Goddess.
“Oh yeah, that’s so sexy, puppy,” She moaned, as she thrust into my mouth.
Mistress fucked my mouth for a while, getting progressively more rough. She slapped me across my face.
“Stand up, slut. aydınlı escort I want to fuck you.”
I rose to my feet, and Mistress led me out of the bathroom. Mistress pushed me into the window, and I cried out.
“Wait, people can see. WAIT!”
Mistress grabbed my throat, and choked me.
“Shut up, you stupid whore. Bitches like you don’t talk, they get fucked.”
She rubbed her her strapon along my ass. I moaned, but my pleasure was short lived.
“I can see people down there. Please, wait.”
“I said, shut UP!”
Mistress thrust her oiled strap up my ass, and I cried out in shock as she hilted the length in my butt.
“Oh yeah, just like that.”
Mistress grabbed a handful of cheek, and began to roughly fuck my ass. Each thrust threw me into the window. Each thrust made my penis twitch.
Mistress grabbed a fistful of hair, and pulled my head back, forcing me to arch my back.
“Tell me how much you love this, bitch.”
“I..ahhh..I fucking– gah –I love it, Mistress!” I shouted, my earlier fears of being noticed cleansed from my mind.
Mistress pulled me from the window and threw me on the bed. She grabbed my ankles, and pulled them up.
“Yeah, take it, slut.”
I moaned as Mistress hammered my hole. I felt wet, and realized she had spat on my back. I realized that I was being used, simply a hole to the powerful being taking control over me.
Mistress shoved my head into the bed, and my breath was cut off. I squirmed and thrashed, but she held too much leverage over me. My face stayed mashed into the sheets, and I realized how helpless my situation was. Mistress was changed, more animal than person anymore.
My skirt became soaked, and I realized I had cum, drenching my sheets and myself. Mistress realized too, and slapped me across the ass.
“Useless hole. You know you’re supposed to tell me before you do that.”
I yelped. It was true. I knew I was supposed to ask, but I hadn’t. Despite my failure, Mistress continued to hammer me, her rhythm only speeding up as I cried into the sheets. Mistress gave one last thrust, and I sighed in relief. Finally.
Mistress slipped two fingers in from both hands. It was incredible. I had never been this filled up. Mistress moaned.
“Oh God, you’re so warm and soft. Fuckkkk”
I could hear the sex-fueled craze dripping off each word. Mistress spread her fingers wide, and began to thrust them in and out opposite to the hips.
I squealed into the mattress, and gripped the sheets. At some point, my leg had crept up onto the bed, and so one leg knelt underneath my body while the other steadied me on the ground.
I heard Mistress cry out as she finished, practically throwing me to the side as she did so. Without her strap, I felt so empty. I begged for it back.
“Mistress, please. I need you.”
“Stupid hole. I’m finished, I don’t care about what you ‘need’. Go wash yourself.”
With a final, desperate plea, I stood up, and walked to the bathroom for my second shower of the night.
“Leave the door unlocked this time, slut. I may want to use you again.”
I blushed at her words, and hurried to get in the shower.
As the warm water rushed over me, I didn’t hear Mistress enter the room. My first knowledge of her presence was when I was spun, and pressed into the corner of the shower.
Mistress gripped my wrists tightly, and held them above my head with her right hand, her left planted under my armpit. She gave me a ferocious kiss, and began to kiss around my body. She made out with my chest for several minutes, and I squirmed under her grip, whimpering for another frantic smooch.
Mistress finally obliged, and swung me down into a deep kiss, holding my body under the showerhead. Water ran up my face, into my nose, and I found myself being waterboarded. I struggled against Mistress’ grip, but she held me firmly in place. Mistress eventually relented, and helped me to my feet.
“Don’t you ever forget who you belong to,” Mistress said, so close to my face I could almost taste her lips.
With that, Mistress turned and walked into the bedroom. When I finally emerged from the bathroom, I found her fast asleep, sprawled across the only bed. I leaned over, and kissed her perfect ass. Then, silently, I laid down my towel, and curled up on it, like a dog guarding its master. I truly was HER puppy.
I closed my eyes, and drifted to sleep, dreaming of my Goddess.
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