The sleet and freezing rain had turned to snow and visibility was getting more difficult. Cher had to slow the car more than she wanted to in order to see through the frozen precipitation. She stretched her shoulders from side to side and tightened and flexed the muscles in her arms and legs and neck in an attempt to relieve the stiffness that that was creeping into her bones from the long lonely drive through the giant forests.
She knew she should have stopped somewhere and stayed in a motel for the night. But, she wanted so badly to be with Sir David before the night was over. Tomorrow was Christmas Eve and she had never missed Christmas with him in the eight years that he had been her Master.
She had just finished a three-day conference in Chicago earlier that day. She had chosen to drive instead of taking a flight back to Georgia since she had always enjoyed seeing the change of seasons on the trip back south. Clear conditions had been forecast and she had not been worried about the drive. She had driven straight through before without ever having a problem.
However, the unexpected snowy conditions had put her a little on edge and dusk was approaching. She looked at the gas gauge and saw that it was still three quarters of a tank full. The heater in the car was working well and the windshield wipers were steadily rubbing back and forth. She decided to relax and turned the radio on, tuning in to a cheery Christmas song.
As she watched the snowflakes and listened to the sleet pelting the windshield she thought about last Christmas. Sir had been away that time and she would never forget the visit from Santa before Sir came home at midnight that year. At least she thought of it as Santa, but of course that could not have been possible.
She was never sure how her Sir had taken finding her handcuffed nude to the breakfast nook in their home when he came home that night. After having a good hearty laugh all he had said when she told him about the incident was, "I keep telling you to be careful what you ask for Pet."
When she had tried to talk to him more about it he had just dragged her to the living room and after picking her up and throwing her down on the carpet he raped her fast and hard just the way she liked it in front of the Christmas tree. He had fucked her longer and harder than he ever had. And when she tried to talk about it again he just said, "Did you enjoy it Pet?"
"Yes Sir," she had replied lowering her eyes as her face reddened at the memory of the sweet humiliation of it all.
"Then just be thankful for having had your desire for a kidnapping scene delivered to you safely and fully." Then he laughed again and took her soft tender pussy hard and fast once more.
Neither of them had discussed it again. And now, a year later the only thing that made her sure it had really happened, and wasn't a dream, was that she knew she could not have handcuffed herself and draped the afghan over herself before the man who looked like Santa Claus had left.
Of course she may have walked in her sleep but she was pretty sure she had not. And, everyone knew Santa was not real. She had almost convinced herself that it was a friend of her Sir who had agreed to enact the kidnapping scene for her. Sir must have given him the key and the stranger must have let himself into the house and was waiting when she got home. But how would he have had the red sleigh and reindeer there without her seeing them when she came home? It couldn't really be Santa could it?
Then again, as she listened to the rhythmic slashing of the windshield wipers she was not so sure. She was getting wet remembering how the stranger had man handled her so roughly and fucked her so well that night. Sir had never wanted to talk about it again, but every now and then when she was alone and quiet she would get hot all over again with the memory.
Suddenly she began to feel her tires sliding to the side a bit and realizing that there was some black ice under the snow collecting on the road, she slowed down even more. In an effort to fight her growing alarm at the road conditions she picked up her cell phone and dialed Sir David. She knew his deep soothing voice would make her feel better and he would tell her what to do to stay safe.
She let out a huge sigh of frustration when she heard the sound of his voice mail on the other end of the phone. "Sir," she said, "I am on my way back home and I just passed mile marker 155 headed south on Interstate 24. I took exit 86 about half an hour ago and I am just crossing into Tennessee now. I am doing well but it started snowing suddenly and it is coming down hard now Sir. And, there doesn't seem to be much traffic on this road right now. If I don't hear from you in an hour I will call back with my location every hour like you told me to do in an emergency. I love you Sir"
She drove a little further enjoying the warmth of the car and started thinking about her sexy handsome Sir. She always got wet at the very thought of being near him. He had called her last night in her hotel room while she was at the conference. He would not let her speak and had talked her into 3 orgasms, each time ordering her to cum in that low smooth voice that kept her joyfully submissive to him. Then he simply hung up.
He had taken great care to train her to cum on command, and she was always grateful that he would make her cum on the phone at interesting times. He knew that to keep her ready to cum on cue that he had to enforce the command to "Cum Now" periodically to keep her in shape. She found it very exciting and romantic that he would take the time to teach her these things. And of course she always loved the many ways he found to make her cum.
She shook her head realizing that she was getting tired and her eyes were beginning to get bleary in the hypnotic sight and sound of the snow falling and the windshield wipers swooshing back and forth. She turned the Christmas tunes up and began to sing along in an effort to stay awake.
In a little while the snow started coming down even harder. She couldn't see anything in front of her besides the blinding bright light that reflected off the snow in her headlights. She could not see any further than four feet in front of the car. She felt her tires sliding again and she slowed to a crawl. She was afraid. She did not want to slide off the road into a ditch and freeze to death in the snow.
Finally, she gave up fighting it and pulled as far to the right of the road as she felt she could safely. She stopped the car and put it in park, but she did not turn the engine off or cut the lights. She also turned on the flashing emergency lights. She thought if nothing else the light would keep other motorists from running into her.
She felt afraid and alone. She had never been alone and in a dangerous situation like this. She reached for the cold coffee that was in the cup holder next to her and she began to sip on it as she looked around. There was no sound coming from anywhere. She could not see out any of the windows because of the thick snow falling.
She noticed that the snow buildup was about four inches high on the hood of the car and even though the windshield wipers were on they were getting slower and slower because of the thick crust of snow that was forming. Finally, the windshield wipers could no longer move and all she could hear was the whine of the wiper motor. In a little while she knew she would not be able to see anything. Reluctantly, she turned off the wipers.
