What a slut slave bonni has taught me to be
Thank you slave veronica
It was such fun road trip and amazing adventure, i hope Sir G will ask U/us to join Him and slave bonni on another road trip in the RV.
slave veronica wanted to go with U/us and W/we wanted her to go too but even though she felt up to it, her Dr. suggested she not go. In hindsight, it would have been too much walking for her. she is content at home and otherwise, because it is difficult for her to climb stairs in and out of the RV, she'd have to sit in the RV most of the time.
W/we all knew going on this road trip, because so much time would be in public, there wouldn't be much time for O/our D/s relationships. The intent of our Owners was to exhibit slave bonni and i as much as possible. slave bonni and i were ready, eager and willing for this joyous challenge.
W/we did not go to any of the places i mentioned last week. Sir G and Master decided W/we'd go to Lake George, north of Albany, NY. It was an awesome trip with Sir G as pilot and Master as the co-pilot & navagator (okay, the GPS was helpful). This gave slave bonni and i total freedom to be totally nasty and naked the whole trip.
The only time we wore anything was when we stepped out of the RV (and not always then). Sometimes wearing as little as a skimpy swim suit or Tee-shirt or a regular shirt with various buttons unbuttoned. When traveling on Rt. 86, Rt. 88, Rt. 90 and up Rt. 87, we entertained dozens of 18 wheel truckers. we had to be careful with the "four wheelers" as many of the cars had k**s in them. If we saw a car with a lone male driver, we'd put on a show for him too but had to be careful especially on Rt. 90 with the toll booths. It wouldn't have been the first time Sir G had been reported to a toll booth attendant about the lewd actions by a blonde (that would be that slut slave bonni) coming from a RV approaching the toll booth.
Then came the Rest Areas that slave bonni and Sir G are always so excited to visit. W/we'd picnic at several roadside rest areas both going and returning and slave bonni and i were as scantly clad as we could be. slave bonni was teaching me the art of flaunting myself to unsuspecting others. my tramp lover had convinced me to join her in T/their exciting adventure (it didn't take much convincing). After W/we had ate O/our picnic lunch at the provided charcoal grills and picnic tables, W/we had to wait over a half an hour until the State Police and two families with little ones had left but as soon as we could, slave bonni and i stripped naked (except for our collars and shoes) and with the exact money in hand, we walked totally nude to the vending machines to buy soda's for our Owner's and us. The hell of it is, W/we had soda's in the RV fridge. It was just the thrill of being nude in public and flaunting ourselves for all to see. Now, plenty of my high school classmates (and many of their parents) had seen me naked at parties and on stage when i was dancing but this was a first for me to be naked in a public place for total strangers to see me. i've flashed and flaunted plenty of times before but never like this. i felt like such a slut, i LOVED IT. There was probably 15 or 20 people watching us. It was amazing, most everyone just didn't pay any attention to us as they were so involved in their own world. Much of those who watched us were smiling as if we were on a stage. Due to the length of the RV taking up too much space in the regular parking spaces in front, we had to park in the section of the rest area where the truckers were supposed to park so we had a rather long walk back to the RV. Several truckers enjoyed our little trip to the vending machines and blew their horns in appreciation.
Much of the trip, both going and coming, slave bonni and i fucked each other on the bed at the back window as the truckers lost a lot of travel time following U/us. This was not just for the drivers entertainment but for our Owners enjoyment as well as us too. our Owners laughed so loud we could hear them the whole distance of the RV. Sir G and Master were encouraging us to be a bold and brazen as we dared as they listened to the truckers chat with each other on the CB's and jockey for position behind us. At one point on Rt. 87, two truckers (one in each lane) basically shut down the northbound lanes not letting any traffic pass them. Usually, the truckers are the ones who are speeding every chance they get. NOT THIS TIME. When Sir G slowed down to 50 mph, the truckers did too causing a back up of cars 12 or 14 in each lane.
We stuck two rubber cocks to the back window and would back onto them and fuck ourselves. we'd suck face and lick each other and press our tits against the rear window for those behind us could watch as we teased and flaunted. we then calmed things by waving good bye to the truckers and we went to the kitchenette to sit and wave and shake our tits and press them against the side window as they'd passed us. we'd feed rubber cock to each other to suck as the trucks and cars passed by. we'd make out and suck each other's tits for the on coming traffic to enjoy (again, providing no k**s were in the cars or trucks). i never knew going so slow could be such fun. One time, we were almost busted as a State Police cruiser pulled up on us before we knew it. Sir G spotted him in the mirror just in time. W/we passed a number of State Police in the medium but fortunately for U/us, they all seemed to be "shooting radar" in the other direction.
When W/we got to the village of Lake George, our Owners were dressed in regular street cloths (shorts and Polo shirts) but slave bonni and i were not dressed so 'conservatively'. i wore my red leather collar and matching wrist cuffs, a midriff halter much like a red print bandana and tight short short denim skirt. i had a medium size red butt plug in my asshole and with that skirt, it was almost visible. When i bent over, it was visible as well as my ass cheeks. i wore sandals that cross laced and tied at my knees. slave bonni, being the wonderful slut she is, wore her white leather collar and wrist cuffs, white thigh high boots with 3" chunky heels, a metal diamond stone butt plug, a plastic decorative silver chain with looped nooses on each end that cinched down on her nipples and Sir G's white dress shirt, with only one or two buttons buttoned - nothing else. It was so nasty to see her sashay down the street with her beautiful ass and her delicious tits swaying loose under the shirt. we bought two risque' bikini's and wanted to wear them in public but our Owners said no. i begged Master to allow me to at least wear the bikini top with my short skirt but He insisted no. It was so nice, it was two small triangle patches that just covered my nipples. i obeyed.
For our protection, our Owners followed us most of the times. Sometimes They'd watch us from across the street as men and women would google and stair at us. That was Their intentions, to see the reactions we'd get from people while we were alone. Sir G had to walk slowly and with a cane but we had no problem window shopping and letting people stair at us until They caught up. our greatest compliment was from a group of five teen age girls who passed us on the street and said " Hey, you two are HOT" as they each scanned us up and down to check us out.
If you've never been to the village of Lake George, you must go sometime. It's so beautiful there with so much to do. W/we rode the 'Duck Trucks' (DUKW's, an Army amphibious vehicle) to tour the sights and ate alfresco at every place W/we ate in town. slave bonni, that delicious brazen tramp had only one button buttoned on her shirt as W/we sat at the table on the street. i was so turned on and excited, i just had to diddle her clit with one hand and my clit with the other as W/we waited for O/our server. By the time the server arrived to take O/our drink order, we were both jilling ourselves off. It was so exciting to masturbate in public on the streets of Lake George. Then when O/our server came to take O/our order, Master asked us in front of the female server, "What do you slaves want to eat?" It was more thrilling coming out like that to a stranger than when i told my family and friends of my submission last Christmas.
About the only thing W/we didn't do was ride the Mini-Ha-Ha paddle boat on the lake. That would have been fun but O/our lifestyle group had recently chartered a paddle boat to tour the Mississippi. That was fun and everything was permitted as long as W/we stayed inside, the Mini-Ha-Ha would be redundant and as it was a public boat ride, W/we couldn't get nasty aboard it. If W/we had made too much of a scene, W/we'd have no escape until W/we docked and W/we might have been met by the law.
W/we stayed in a nearby camp ground and had a nice little campfire each night. O/our laughter brought some attention by other campers. Well, it could have been some moans of pleasure too. One example of how i was tormented over the weekend was, Master put 12 rubber bands around each of my tits which brought on some painful pleasure as my tits slowly turned purple. This was because I dared beg Master about me wearing the bikini top. i must say though, my tits were very erect like new enhanced tits. my flesh was so tight, i don't think a nipple clamp would have stayed on them. W/we welcomed the other campers into O/our site and shared O/our smores and chocolate drinks with them. As these other campers were from Montreal, Canada, W/we were sure W/we'd never see these people again so W/we openly talked about O/our lifestyle with them. Apparently, this was too intimidating to them and although respectful, the men wouldn't make eye contact with slave bonni and myself. You could tell they were shy about talking to us. Their wives (or girlfriends) kept glancing at us. i think they were curious about our life as slaves and if there were more time, i think the ladies would be more interested in learn more about us. The ladies were the one's who didn't want to leave O/our campfire. The ladies noticed my ever growing purple tits and i wasn't ashamed to hide them.
BTW, Master took the rubber bands off when W/we all went in thr RV for the night.
The next day,W/we continued touring the surrounding area like Fort Ticonderoga and Fort William Henry, down to the waterfront among other places of interest. When W/we came back to O/our camp site, the Canadians were gone.
On the return trip, slave bonni and i did get to pull off her favorite prank somewhere north of Albany on Rt. 87 and again on Rt. 88 north of Cooperstown and just south of Rt. 90. As Sir G's legs were tired from all the walking and He is a voyeur, slave bonni and i treated Him to a pleasant flashing and flaunting. we went to the women's rest room at a rest area and stripped naked. As pre-planned, Master Robert was just outside and when we exited, He snapped our leashes to our collars and led us back to the RV. Because this was a quick stop, W/we parked horizontally to the highway on the left side of the regular parking. W/we didn't stop walking until W/we crossed the enter/exit way to the RV, stepped in and were on O/our way on the road again. There were about 8 to 10 people at the Rt. 87 rest area and only about 4 or 5 on Rt. 88 rest area. The common thing at both places was, everyone just stopped dead in their tracks and watched my Owner lead us bare ass naked like puppies on a leash. It was so thrilling to be exposed like this in public as a slave. i was so excited and i LOVED IT. slave bonni is such a slut. she has taught me well and i want to do this again.
W/we came to Binghamton, NY on Rt. 88 and onto Rt. 86 and continued O/our fun almost all the way home. W/we had thought about stopping at a casino not too far from Binghamton but decided to continue on to a casino in Salamanca instead. All i can say is, W/we are located between Binghamton and Jamestown, NY. As this is the last leg of O/our road trip, i am not permitted to say where the O/our road trip ended.
It was such fun road trip and amazing adventure, i hope Sir G will ask U/us to join Him and slave bonni on another road trip in the RV.
slave veronica wanted to go with U/us and W/we wanted her to go too but even though she felt up to it, her Dr. suggested she not go. In hindsight, it would have been too much walking for her. she is content at home and otherwise, because it is difficult for her to climb stairs in and out of the RV, she'd have to sit in the RV most of the time.
W/we all knew going on this road trip, because so much time would be in public, there wouldn't be much time for O/our D/s relationships. The intent of our Owners was to exhibit slave bonni and i as much as possible. slave bonni and i were ready, eager and willing for this joyous challenge.
W/we did not go to any of the places i mentioned last week. Sir G and Master decided W/we'd go to Lake George, north of Albany, NY. It was an awesome trip with Sir G as pilot and Master as the co-pilot & navagator (okay, the GPS was helpful). This gave slave bonni and i total freedom to be totally nasty and naked the whole trip.
The only time we wore anything was when we stepped out of the RV (and not always then). Sometimes wearing as little as a skimpy swim suit or Tee-shirt or a regular shirt with various buttons unbuttoned. When traveling on Rt. 86, Rt. 88, Rt. 90 and up Rt. 87, we entertained dozens of 18 wheel truckers. we had to be careful with the "four wheelers" as many of the cars had k**s in them. If we saw a car with a lone male driver, we'd put on a show for him too but had to be careful especially on Rt. 90 with the toll booths. It wouldn't have been the first time Sir G had been reported to a toll booth attendant about the lewd actions by a blonde (that would be that slut slave bonni) coming from a RV approaching the toll booth.
Then came the Rest Areas that slave bonni and Sir G are always so excited to visit. W/we'd picnic at several roadside rest areas both going and returning and slave bonni and i were as scantly clad as we could be. slave bonni was teaching me the art of flaunting myself to unsuspecting others. my tramp lover had convinced me to join her in T/their exciting adventure (it didn't take much convincing). After W/we had ate O/our picnic lunch at the provided charcoal grills and picnic tables, W/we had to wait over a half an hour until the State Police and two families with little ones had left but as soon as we could, slave bonni and i stripped naked (except for our collars and shoes) and with the exact money in hand, we walked totally nude to the vending machines to buy soda's for our Owner's and us. The hell of it is, W/we had soda's in the RV fridge. It was just the thrill of being nude in public and flaunting ourselves for all to see. Now, plenty of my high school classmates (and many of their parents) had seen me naked at parties and on stage when i was dancing but this was a first for me to be naked in a public place for total strangers to see me. i've flashed and flaunted plenty of times before but never like this. i felt like such a slut, i LOVED IT. There was probably 15 or 20 people watching us. It was amazing, most everyone just didn't pay any attention to us as they were so involved in their own world. Much of those who watched us were smiling as if we were on a stage. Due to the length of the RV taking up too much space in the regular parking spaces in front, we had to park in the section of the rest area where the truckers were supposed to park so we had a rather long walk back to the RV. Several truckers enjoyed our little trip to the vending machines and blew their horns in appreciation.
Much of the trip, both going and coming, slave bonni and i fucked each other on the bed at the back window as the truckers lost a lot of travel time following U/us. This was not just for the drivers entertainment but for our Owners enjoyment as well as us too. our Owners laughed so loud we could hear them the whole distance of the RV. Sir G and Master were encouraging us to be a bold and brazen as we dared as they listened to the truckers chat with each other on the CB's and jockey for position behind us. At one point on Rt. 87, two truckers (one in each lane) basically shut down the northbound lanes not letting any traffic pass them. Usually, the truckers are the ones who are speeding every chance they get. NOT THIS TIME. When Sir G slowed down to 50 mph, the truckers did too causing a back up of cars 12 or 14 in each lane.
We stuck two rubber cocks to the back window and would back onto them and fuck ourselves. we'd suck face and lick each other and press our tits against the rear window for those behind us could watch as we teased and flaunted. we then calmed things by waving good bye to the truckers and we went to the kitchenette to sit and wave and shake our tits and press them against the side window as they'd passed us. we'd feed rubber cock to each other to suck as the trucks and cars passed by. we'd make out and suck each other's tits for the on coming traffic to enjoy (again, providing no k**s were in the cars or trucks). i never knew going so slow could be such fun. One time, we were almost busted as a State Police cruiser pulled up on us before we knew it. Sir G spotted him in the mirror just in time. W/we passed a number of State Police in the medium but fortunately for U/us, they all seemed to be "shooting radar" in the other direction.
When W/we got to the village of Lake George, our Owners were dressed in regular street cloths (shorts and Polo shirts) but slave bonni and i were not dressed so 'conservatively'. i wore my red leather collar and matching wrist cuffs, a midriff halter much like a red print bandana and tight short short denim skirt. i had a medium size red butt plug in my asshole and with that skirt, it was almost visible. When i bent over, it was visible as well as my ass cheeks. i wore sandals that cross laced and tied at my knees. slave bonni, being the wonderful slut she is, wore her white leather collar and wrist cuffs, white thigh high boots with 3" chunky heels, a metal diamond stone butt plug, a plastic decorative silver chain with looped nooses on each end that cinched down on her nipples and Sir G's white dress shirt, with only one or two buttons buttoned - nothing else. It was so nasty to see her sashay down the street with her beautiful ass and her delicious tits swaying loose under the shirt. we bought two risque' bikini's and wanted to wear them in public but our Owners said no. i begged Master to allow me to at least wear the bikini top with my short skirt but He insisted no. It was so nice, it was two small triangle patches that just covered my nipples. i obeyed.
For our protection, our Owners followed us most of the times. Sometimes They'd watch us from across the street as men and women would google and stair at us. That was Their intentions, to see the reactions we'd get from people while we were alone. Sir G had to walk slowly and with a cane but we had no problem window shopping and letting people stair at us until They caught up. our greatest compliment was from a group of five teen age girls who passed us on the street and said " Hey, you two are HOT" as they each scanned us up and down to check us out.
If you've never been to the village of Lake George, you must go sometime. It's so beautiful there with so much to do. W/we rode the 'Duck Trucks' (DUKW's, an Army amphibious vehicle) to tour the sights and ate alfresco at every place W/we ate in town. slave bonni, that delicious brazen tramp had only one button buttoned on her shirt as W/we sat at the table on the street. i was so turned on and excited, i just had to diddle her clit with one hand and my clit with the other as W/we waited for O/our server. By the time the server arrived to take O/our drink order, we were both jilling ourselves off. It was so exciting to masturbate in public on the streets of Lake George. Then when O/our server came to take O/our order, Master asked us in front of the female server, "What do you slaves want to eat?" It was more thrilling coming out like that to a stranger than when i told my family and friends of my submission last Christmas.
About the only thing W/we didn't do was ride the Mini-Ha-Ha paddle boat on the lake. That would have been fun but O/our lifestyle group had recently chartered a paddle boat to tour the Mississippi. That was fun and everything was permitted as long as W/we stayed inside, the Mini-Ha-Ha would be redundant and as it was a public boat ride, W/we couldn't get nasty aboard it. If W/we had made too much of a scene, W/we'd have no escape until W/we docked and W/we might have been met by the law.
W/we stayed in a nearby camp ground and had a nice little campfire each night. O/our laughter brought some attention by other campers. Well, it could have been some moans of pleasure too. One example of how i was tormented over the weekend was, Master put 12 rubber bands around each of my tits which brought on some painful pleasure as my tits slowly turned purple. This was because I dared beg Master about me wearing the bikini top. i must say though, my tits were very erect like new enhanced tits. my flesh was so tight, i don't think a nipple clamp would have stayed on them. W/we welcomed the other campers into O/our site and shared O/our smores and chocolate drinks with them. As these other campers were from Montreal, Canada, W/we were sure W/we'd never see these people again so W/we openly talked about O/our lifestyle with them. Apparently, this was too intimidating to them and although respectful, the men wouldn't make eye contact with slave bonni and myself. You could tell they were shy about talking to us. Their wives (or girlfriends) kept glancing at us. i think they were curious about our life as slaves and if there were more time, i think the ladies would be more interested in learn more about us. The ladies were the one's who didn't want to leave O/our campfire. The ladies noticed my ever growing purple tits and i wasn't ashamed to hide them.
BTW, Master took the rubber bands off when W/we all went in thr RV for the night.
The next day,W/we continued touring the surrounding area like Fort Ticonderoga and Fort William Henry, down to the waterfront among other places of interest. When W/we came back to O/our camp site, the Canadians were gone.
On the return trip, slave bonni and i did get to pull off her favorite prank somewhere north of Albany on Rt. 87 and again on Rt. 88 north of Cooperstown and just south of Rt. 90. As Sir G's legs were tired from all the walking and He is a voyeur, slave bonni and i treated Him to a pleasant flashing and flaunting. we went to the women's rest room at a rest area and stripped naked. As pre-planned, Master Robert was just outside and when we exited, He snapped our leashes to our collars and led us back to the RV. Because this was a quick stop, W/we parked horizontally to the highway on the left side of the regular parking. W/we didn't stop walking until W/we crossed the enter/exit way to the RV, stepped in and were on O/our way on the road again. There were about 8 to 10 people at the Rt. 87 rest area and only about 4 or 5 on Rt. 88 rest area. The common thing at both places was, everyone just stopped dead in their tracks and watched my Owner lead us bare ass naked like puppies on a leash. It was so thrilling to be exposed like this in public as a slave. i was so excited and i LOVED IT. slave bonni is such a slut. she has taught me well and i want to do this again.
W/we came to Binghamton, NY on Rt. 88 and onto Rt. 86 and continued O/our fun almost all the way home. W/we had thought about stopping at a casino not too far from Binghamton but decided to continue on to a casino in Salamanca instead. All i can say is, W/we are located between Binghamton and Jamestown, NY. As this is the last leg of O/our road trip, i am not permitted to say where the O/our road trip ended.
9 years ago
