slave_doggy
05-08-2010, 1:55 PM
Did we already pass the French border? This was so exciting. I had never planned a trip so far abroad. Two girlfriends just wanting to get away from it all. The wind made my hair blow in the wind, which was a rather pleasant sensation. If we were not in the moving car, there would be no wind stirring the leaves, only the hot sun burning on our backs. I wiped away the pearls of sweat covering my neck and face, readjusted my sunglasses and smiled at Giselle. She had been my friend for as long as I could remember. Giselle et Aurélie, Aurélie et Giselle. And now we were taking a trip from Toulouse to Prague, two weeks of sheer bliss.
We were driving a good 3 hours when even our light summer skirts were already sticking uncomfortably to our bodies. I think we both more than welcomed the refreshment of a rest stop a few miles up ahead. And maybe we could have it come up for air as well... No, I immediately dismissed the idea. I guess I was too soft after all. I rather focused my attention on the large ice tea I was going to order in a few minutes. All the while, Giselle was humming softly to a tune on the radio. I think it was from Coeur de Pirate. It all added to the golden atmosphere of summer.
Finally on the parking lot of the highway restaurant, my legs felt like wax when I got out of the car. I stretched my arms above my legs, clearly accentuating my breasts judging by the not so subtle glance from the three men walking by. I ignored them and asked Giselle with an impish smile: “How was it?” She seemed to fill her longs with air, smiled back and said: “Phénomenale.” We shared a really marvellous secret.
We decided to go for a drink in the restaurant. I had a cold salad, while Giselle nibbled on a cheese sandwich. We talked about the sights to see in Prague. There were dozens of boutiques in the Czech capital, and we planned on visiting them all. And check out the nightlife of course. We were both very much looking forward to this trip.
As we walked back to the car, Giselle handed me the keys.
“You drive, dear,” she said, giving me a private smile I immediately acknowledged. “I bet it’s real hot in the car right now. Too bad we didn’t find a place in the shade to park.”
“I think I’ll take off my panties,” I suddenly announced. I quickly looked left and right before I got in the car, and slipped out of my knickers. Before I got comfortably behind the wheel, there was a brief gasp of terror and surprise.
I probably should tell you, me and Giselle have a male slave. For quite some time now actually. We keep him around mainly as our household slave. Training him was not all that difficult. Men become docile little puppies when you keep them in chastity. He’s allowed out every other week or so, but only if he’s done all his chores of course. We really didn’t want to leave him behind in Toulouse, so we had something special arranged for him. His face now rested snugly underneath my naked bottom. It takes some work to have a car rebuilt to fit a slave to sit on, but I think we were both very pleased with the result. He could moisten our sweaty asses with his tongue, working skillfully to reach every crevice, while his heavily-breathing nostrils were jammed neatly into our soft pussies. A true privilege for any slave to please his mistresses like this. I can imagine the heat must be close to unbearable, encased in a hot car with our warm flesh pressed on his face, but this he should gladly suffer. I couldn’t help but gloat before I engulfed his face with ass, and noticed he still bore Giselle’s marks of ownership: 2 distinctly red spots where her asscheeks had pressed down on his face.
The rest of his body was carefully hidden out of sight underneath the back seat. We had a special compartment made for him, one he could only wriggle himself out of feet first through the trunk. This was sealed with a hatch, so even the trunk looked perfectly normal upon first glance. We did afford ourselves that little bit of fun by having a hole in the backseat for his dick though. Easy to reach, but still tightly tucked away in his chastity device. On such a long drive, you need to have something to kill the time. What better fun than relaxing on the backseat and playing a game of tease and denial, his muffled groans of agony smothered by your friend’s shapely derrière.
As I manoeuvred my asshole perfectly on top of his eager tongue and pulled out of the parking lot, I felt I had failed to fulfil a certain basic need at the road restaurant. It was too late to turn back now. But then I realized this would be very inconsiderate. I had no doubt our seat slave would love the many little secret farts that were being lined up for him at this very moment. Or maybe not. But I would at least enjoy softly blowing them on his face, feeling my hot air glide past his tongue and towards his nostrils.
For sure, this was going to be a very nice trip, riding across Europe, riding face. I turned up the airco as Giselle started humming to the sound of the radio again. Meanwhile, I felt my own round red marks being painted in sweat on our live canvas, and I smiled.
We were driving a good 3 hours when even our light summer skirts were already sticking uncomfortably to our bodies. I think we both more than welcomed the refreshment of a rest stop a few miles up ahead. And maybe we could have it come up for air as well... No, I immediately dismissed the idea. I guess I was too soft after all. I rather focused my attention on the large ice tea I was going to order in a few minutes. All the while, Giselle was humming softly to a tune on the radio. I think it was from Coeur de Pirate. It all added to the golden atmosphere of summer.
Finally on the parking lot of the highway restaurant, my legs felt like wax when I got out of the car. I stretched my arms above my legs, clearly accentuating my breasts judging by the not so subtle glance from the three men walking by. I ignored them and asked Giselle with an impish smile: “How was it?” She seemed to fill her longs with air, smiled back and said: “Phénomenale.” We shared a really marvellous secret.
We decided to go for a drink in the restaurant. I had a cold salad, while Giselle nibbled on a cheese sandwich. We talked about the sights to see in Prague. There were dozens of boutiques in the Czech capital, and we planned on visiting them all. And check out the nightlife of course. We were both very much looking forward to this trip.
As we walked back to the car, Giselle handed me the keys.
“You drive, dear,” she said, giving me a private smile I immediately acknowledged. “I bet it’s real hot in the car right now. Too bad we didn’t find a place in the shade to park.”
“I think I’ll take off my panties,” I suddenly announced. I quickly looked left and right before I got in the car, and slipped out of my knickers. Before I got comfortably behind the wheel, there was a brief gasp of terror and surprise.
I probably should tell you, me and Giselle have a male slave. For quite some time now actually. We keep him around mainly as our household slave. Training him was not all that difficult. Men become docile little puppies when you keep them in chastity. He’s allowed out every other week or so, but only if he’s done all his chores of course. We really didn’t want to leave him behind in Toulouse, so we had something special arranged for him. His face now rested snugly underneath my naked bottom. It takes some work to have a car rebuilt to fit a slave to sit on, but I think we were both very pleased with the result. He could moisten our sweaty asses with his tongue, working skillfully to reach every crevice, while his heavily-breathing nostrils were jammed neatly into our soft pussies. A true privilege for any slave to please his mistresses like this. I can imagine the heat must be close to unbearable, encased in a hot car with our warm flesh pressed on his face, but this he should gladly suffer. I couldn’t help but gloat before I engulfed his face with ass, and noticed he still bore Giselle’s marks of ownership: 2 distinctly red spots where her asscheeks had pressed down on his face.
The rest of his body was carefully hidden out of sight underneath the back seat. We had a special compartment made for him, one he could only wriggle himself out of feet first through the trunk. This was sealed with a hatch, so even the trunk looked perfectly normal upon first glance. We did afford ourselves that little bit of fun by having a hole in the backseat for his dick though. Easy to reach, but still tightly tucked away in his chastity device. On such a long drive, you need to have something to kill the time. What better fun than relaxing on the backseat and playing a game of tease and denial, his muffled groans of agony smothered by your friend’s shapely derrière.
As I manoeuvred my asshole perfectly on top of his eager tongue and pulled out of the parking lot, I felt I had failed to fulfil a certain basic need at the road restaurant. It was too late to turn back now. But then I realized this would be very inconsiderate. I had no doubt our seat slave would love the many little secret farts that were being lined up for him at this very moment. Or maybe not. But I would at least enjoy softly blowing them on his face, feeling my hot air glide past his tongue and towards his nostrils.
For sure, this was going to be a very nice trip, riding across Europe, riding face. I turned up the airco as Giselle started humming to the sound of the radio again. Meanwhile, I felt my own round red marks being painted in sweat on our live canvas, and I smiled.