Float Trippy Chapter Six
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I pulled up in the parking lot and found Tory standing by a battered Jeep SUV. I drove over and parked the Monte Carlo next to it, and he walked over to my car.
“Hey,” he said looking in at Bree. “Are you guys passing out dares already? Cause I thought we’d wait until we got to the river."
“That’s her fault, because she was running late. Anyway, so where are we headed?” I asked.
“Down I-44 to US 19 at Cuba, then State Hwy 8 thru Steelville. You probably know how to get there, you’ve floated canoes before?”
“Kayaks, mostly. I like to shoot the rapids when the streams are running high in the spring. The upper Coteway Creek in May is ridiculous fast in late April.” Talking river floating wasn’t as fun as getting out on a river, but it was one of my favorite topics.
“So here’s a little map for after you leave Steelville. You go east on 8 to here, then there’s signs for Exxie’s Wild Ride River and Camp-ground.” He handed me a print out of a Map Quest with the route highlighted in green. “My cell number is on the bottom. Oh and give me your cell number so I can send you that video from last night.”
Bree’s half naked body hung over the front seat next to me. The girls had been chatting non-stop while I talked to Tory. “What are you three going on about?” Tory wanted to know. “I can’t make out a word of what they’re saying, Mike.”
“That’s Tagalog, it’s a native Philippine language. It’s mostly Island dialect with a lot of Spanish, and some Army jargon mixed in. I can follow some of it.” I looked at the map again, then back at Tory.
“This looks pretty straight forward. I’ll send you a text when we stop for food, beer and ice. Probably at this little truck stop I know about 5 miles past Bourbon.” The car was running and I was ready to go. “We should hit the road. You want to follow me to the truck stop, then you can take lead?”
Tory patted my shoulder. “Sounds like a plan, why don’t you have Annette ride with us, kind of balance out the load.” He winked at Annette.
“I am not a ‘Load’. Scoot over Bree and let me get out,” Annette grabbed her bag and climbed out of the car. Gidget scrambled into the front seat, squeezing Bree over into me.
“Now we’re all nice and cozy,” Bree smiled at me.
With Annette in Tory’s car and the ‘load’ all balanced, we were finally on our way. After a while Gidget looked over at me and asked me a question.
“Mikey, did you spank Bree before when you picked us up this morning?”
“I gave her a swat on the butt, yeah. I’m sorry Bree.” I apologized.
“You don’t have to say sorry, Mike. I needed to be spanked.” Bree looked at me contritely.
“Wait, what? Why did you need to be spanked?”
“Because I hadn’t pleased you, like I should.” She reluctantly looked up at me, smiling shyly.
“What because you were late? I wasn’t that mad, I just needed you to get going.” I didn’t get it. What had they been talking about before?
“I’ll never be late again, and I will do what you tell me, I promise.”
“Shit, Mikey! You are in for it now!” Gidget shouted from the back seat. “Bree’s your servant now.”
“What the hell are you going on about, Gidget?”
“It’s an ancient story but it’s like this. About 470 years ago white men came to the Philippine Islands. And suddenly a lot of people got sick. The tribal elders got together and prayed to the ancient gods, Bathala the Chief god of the Tagologs and Lakam Pati the god of Abundance, to heal the tribe. The gods made a bargain with the elders. If the elder women and their daughters and their daughters-daughters throughout the ages would become servants to men, the gods would purge the sickness from the tribe. ” Gidget spoke so seriously about it, Bree stayed silent just nodding her head in agreement.
“So Bree’s ancestor was an elder woman who made the bargain so her tribe would be healed. When you gave her an order and spanked her bottom, she became your servant, forever.” Gidget finished her tale.
I couldn’t read the look I was getting from Bree; a mixture of happiness, a bit of uncertainty and docile compliance. “So when you say Elder Women, are you like royalty or?”
Bree nodded then answered, “One of my ancestors was King of the Tagolog at the founding of Manila.”
Trying to concentrate on the road, but still trying to get my head wrapped around this idea I asked, “That’s makes you a princess?”
Gidget chuckled softly, “Yeah, she’s an Island Princess, Mikey. Her family owns property rights on half of the upper part of Luzon. And her mom has a jeweled crown that Bree will inherit. Right Princess?”
“You know I hate being called princess,” Bree retorted. “ But it’s all true.” She looked so sweet talking about all this crazy shit that I kissed her on the mouth. “And now I will bind myself to you. I will do whatever you bid me do, forever.”
“Well, you just sealed the deal, brother!” Gidget patted me on the shoulder. “Your kiss is all it took, and now you’re really her master!”
“Wait did we just get married? Did I just become Prince Regent or something?” I asked.
“No, you’re not Tagolog, so no, you’re not a Prince. And you can still marry who ever you want. But Bree is subservient to you. As her ‘Chief’ you have to provide for her basic needs and a place for her near you so she can serve you. She has to do whatever you need or want until the bond is released.”
The Monte Carlo hummed along the highway, a road sign indicated that the truck stop I wanted to get beer and lunch at was coming up. And I still couldn’t believe what the girls were saying.
“You’re kidding me right? I just tell her what to do and she has to do it?” I couldn’t believe it. “What it’s like magic? Or?”
“It’s not magic, it’s a bargain made with the Gods. If she failed you she would fail her tribe and everything her female ancestors ever did. Think of the worst dishonor you could bring on your family name, and you would understand.” Gidget was really serious now.
“Jesus. Bree, I didn’t know.” I had no clue how to handle this. But the little devil in me jumped up and took the lead, to test the theory. “Bree take your shirt off.” She did, and sat there completely naked in my front seat. There was definitely power here, but with power comes responsibility. My better angels weighed in. “Bree I will be your ‘Chief’ and provide for you. I bind myself to you.”
And now Bree was essentially, my girl, literally. Gidget went on to explain that Bree couldn’t be ordered to kill anyone, or commit any crimes. “Now tell him the rest of it Bree.”
Bree blushed sitting naked between me and Gidget. “Usually the bond is consummated with sex. If you want to go in the back seat now just say so, Mike,” she purred.
“Put your shirt back on, we’re coming to our exit. We’ll get back to the sex a little later,” I told her, bluntly. Not that I didn’t want to get down with my Island Princess, just that now wasn’t the time. “Get your phone out and text Tory at that number, let them know this is our first stop.”
She got busy with the phone and I concentrated on driving. A few more minutes on the road and I saw the ramp and the truck stop. It was just about in the middle of nowhere, and there were no vehicles on the lot. I pulled off the highway and Tory followed me in his SUV, onto the outer road and into the truck stop.
Bree’s phone pinged an incoming message just in time. “Giselle says they’re right behind you, and they sent a video.”
“You can look at it, it’s from last night at the store. Then send it to my phone. I’m going in for sandwiches and beer,” I said then got out of the car and walked over to meet Tory who was halfway to the truck stop entrance. Gidget opened the passenger door to the Monte Carlo and got out, started walking to the other car. Bree started to follow, her bottom half still exposed. I stopped and called back to them, “Bree wait. Gidget, do you have an extra panty or bottom Bree can borrow?”
“Who would? No, Mike sorry, I don't usually carry spare bottoms for girls who lose theirs!” Gidget looked at me like I was nuts. “She’s fine, right Bree?”
“I’m fine Mikey, unless you want me to cover my bottom.” My Island Princess looked amused and confused.
“Grab a towel and wrap it around you,” I instructed her.
Tory looked over at me incredulous. “What was that about? You had to tell her to cover up?”
“Well, I guess I didn’t have to. But then again I kind of had to.”
“Uh huh, what the hell does that mean? And why would you do that?”
The two girls were getting into the SUV with Giselle and Netty now. Bree’s hastily wrapped towel dropped off as she climbed in, giving us another booty look. Sweet.
“Let me tell you what happened in our car on the way down here,” I said as we walked in the door. We went to the sandwich counter and ordered six ‘Dixie Specials’ with the works, then picked up a couple of bags of chips. As we shopped I told Tory the story about slapping Bree on the bottom and how that turned into me becoming her ‘Chief.’ And of course the part where she now has to do whatever I say, whenever I want.
“Oh wow, dude. Nice hook up!” Tory looked at me wide eyed. “And she’s like what, your ‘slave’?”
“Yeah I’m not fond of that word, so we’re just saying ‘servant’,” gloating not really being my thing, now I had something to gloat about.
“That’s unbelievable.”
“You want to see? Dial the number you sent the video to, then give me the phone.”
He pulled out his cell phone and hit redial, then handed it to me. The phone rang twice then Gidget answered. “Let me talk to the princess,” I said.
I put the phone on speaker so Tory could hear, Bree’s voice said, “Hi Mikey, what can I do for you?”
There really was no one around the truck stop except for us and the dude behind the counter. “Bree, I want you to take off your shirt and grab your towel and come into the store. Carry the towel over one shoulder and hustle your little butt in here.”
“Okay, Mikey,” she answered.
Tory and I walked to the door, there was Bree getting out of his SUV naked except for her flip flops. She reached back in and took the towel that Giselle handed her, then draped it over one shoulder. Her soft brown skin bathed in sun light, she walked across the gravel lot to the door. I opened it for her and let her into the cool store where her nipples hardened at the chill airs kiss.
“What can I do for you miss?” the guy behind the counter asked.
“Mike?” she asked looking at me.
“Amazing, dude, just fucking amazing,” Tory said quietly.
“Uh, folks? You want these sandwiches?” the store clerk reminded us.
I handed Bree some cash and told her “Go pay the nice man for our sandwiches and take them to the car. If you happen to drop your towel, don’t worry about it. I’ll grab it for you.”
Tory and the dude behind the counter were still staring as my Island Princess went over to the counter and paid for the food. She brought the change back to me then went back and picked up the sack of sandwiches.
"So this isn't just a dare, right now?" Tory asked.
"Nope," Bree replied. "Not a dare. I belong to Mikey now."
The towel hung in place barely covering her right hip, thigh and shoulder as she walked out the door to my Monte Carlo. Then a gust of wind from the nearby highway fluttered the towel and blew it to the ground. Bree ignored it and kept walking to the car where Gidget was now waiting.
I took the beer over to the counter and Tory joined me, then he pulled his wallet out and paid the counter guy.
“You dudes are Gods or something,” the counter guy grinned from ear to ear. “Fucking lucky bastards. I’m buying the ice for your coolers.” He high-fived us both, then handed Tory his change. “Thank you very much for coming in today, and Please come back soon.”
Back at the car, I popped the trunk and Tory and I loaded the coolers with ice and beer. Bree brought us the sandwiches then waited nakedly, patiently with Gidget by the passenger door. Tory went back to his SUV and climbed in, I went over and opened the door for the girls.
“Mikey, her towel?” Gidget reminded me as she climbed into the car next to Bree.
“Oh right, got it,” I said and went and retrieved it from where it lay on the ground. I handed the towel to Gidget through the car window, then I walked around to the drivers door and got in.
Tory swung over in his SUV, pulled up alongside me. He handed a t-shirt out the window, “This is Bree’s.”
I looked at the t-shirt and started to reach for it, felt a tap on my arm.
“I’m pretty cozy right here if you want to just forget it,” Bree told me and smiled that lovely smile.
With a big shit eating grin on my face I looked over to Tory and waved him off. “Princess says she doesn’t need it. So lead on to the river, brother!”
“Hey,” he said looking in at Bree. “Are you guys passing out dares already? Cause I thought we’d wait until we got to the river."
“That’s her fault, because she was running late. Anyway, so where are we headed?” I asked.
“Down I-44 to US 19 at Cuba, then State Hwy 8 thru Steelville. You probably know how to get there, you’ve floated canoes before?”
“Kayaks, mostly. I like to shoot the rapids when the streams are running high in the spring. The upper Coteway Creek in May is ridiculous fast in late April.” Talking river floating wasn’t as fun as getting out on a river, but it was one of my favorite topics.
“So here’s a little map for after you leave Steelville. You go east on 8 to here, then there’s signs for Exxie’s Wild Ride River and Camp-ground.” He handed me a print out of a Map Quest with the route highlighted in green. “My cell number is on the bottom. Oh and give me your cell number so I can send you that video from last night.”
Bree’s half naked body hung over the front seat next to me. The girls had been chatting non-stop while I talked to Tory. “What are you three going on about?” Tory wanted to know. “I can’t make out a word of what they’re saying, Mike.”
“That’s Tagalog, it’s a native Philippine language. It’s mostly Island dialect with a lot of Spanish, and some Army jargon mixed in. I can follow some of it.” I looked at the map again, then back at Tory.
“This looks pretty straight forward. I’ll send you a text when we stop for food, beer and ice. Probably at this little truck stop I know about 5 miles past Bourbon.” The car was running and I was ready to go. “We should hit the road. You want to follow me to the truck stop, then you can take lead?”
Tory patted my shoulder. “Sounds like a plan, why don’t you have Annette ride with us, kind of balance out the load.” He winked at Annette.
“I am not a ‘Load’. Scoot over Bree and let me get out,” Annette grabbed her bag and climbed out of the car. Gidget scrambled into the front seat, squeezing Bree over into me.
“Now we’re all nice and cozy,” Bree smiled at me.
With Annette in Tory’s car and the ‘load’ all balanced, we were finally on our way. After a while Gidget looked over at me and asked me a question.
“Mikey, did you spank Bree before when you picked us up this morning?”
“I gave her a swat on the butt, yeah. I’m sorry Bree.” I apologized.
“You don’t have to say sorry, Mike. I needed to be spanked.” Bree looked at me contritely.
“Wait, what? Why did you need to be spanked?”
“Because I hadn’t pleased you, like I should.” She reluctantly looked up at me, smiling shyly.
“What because you were late? I wasn’t that mad, I just needed you to get going.” I didn’t get it. What had they been talking about before?
“I’ll never be late again, and I will do what you tell me, I promise.”
“Shit, Mikey! You are in for it now!” Gidget shouted from the back seat. “Bree’s your servant now.”
“What the hell are you going on about, Gidget?”
“It’s an ancient story but it’s like this. About 470 years ago white men came to the Philippine Islands. And suddenly a lot of people got sick. The tribal elders got together and prayed to the ancient gods, Bathala the Chief god of the Tagologs and Lakam Pati the god of Abundance, to heal the tribe. The gods made a bargain with the elders. If the elder women and their daughters and their daughters-daughters throughout the ages would become servants to men, the gods would purge the sickness from the tribe. ” Gidget spoke so seriously about it, Bree stayed silent just nodding her head in agreement.
“So Bree’s ancestor was an elder woman who made the bargain so her tribe would be healed. When you gave her an order and spanked her bottom, she became your servant, forever.” Gidget finished her tale.
I couldn’t read the look I was getting from Bree; a mixture of happiness, a bit of uncertainty and docile compliance. “So when you say Elder Women, are you like royalty or?”
Bree nodded then answered, “One of my ancestors was King of the Tagolog at the founding of Manila.”
Trying to concentrate on the road, but still trying to get my head wrapped around this idea I asked, “That’s makes you a princess?”
Gidget chuckled softly, “Yeah, she’s an Island Princess, Mikey. Her family owns property rights on half of the upper part of Luzon. And her mom has a jeweled crown that Bree will inherit. Right Princess?”
“You know I hate being called princess,” Bree retorted. “ But it’s all true.” She looked so sweet talking about all this crazy shit that I kissed her on the mouth. “And now I will bind myself to you. I will do whatever you bid me do, forever.”
“Well, you just sealed the deal, brother!” Gidget patted me on the shoulder. “Your kiss is all it took, and now you’re really her master!”
“Wait did we just get married? Did I just become Prince Regent or something?” I asked.
“No, you’re not Tagolog, so no, you’re not a Prince. And you can still marry who ever you want. But Bree is subservient to you. As her ‘Chief’ you have to provide for her basic needs and a place for her near you so she can serve you. She has to do whatever you need or want until the bond is released.”
The Monte Carlo hummed along the highway, a road sign indicated that the truck stop I wanted to get beer and lunch at was coming up. And I still couldn’t believe what the girls were saying.
“You’re kidding me right? I just tell her what to do and she has to do it?” I couldn’t believe it. “What it’s like magic? Or?”
“It’s not magic, it’s a bargain made with the Gods. If she failed you she would fail her tribe and everything her female ancestors ever did. Think of the worst dishonor you could bring on your family name, and you would understand.” Gidget was really serious now.
“Jesus. Bree, I didn’t know.” I had no clue how to handle this. But the little devil in me jumped up and took the lead, to test the theory. “Bree take your shirt off.” She did, and sat there completely naked in my front seat. There was definitely power here, but with power comes responsibility. My better angels weighed in. “Bree I will be your ‘Chief’ and provide for you. I bind myself to you.”
And now Bree was essentially, my girl, literally. Gidget went on to explain that Bree couldn’t be ordered to kill anyone, or commit any crimes. “Now tell him the rest of it Bree.”
Bree blushed sitting naked between me and Gidget. “Usually the bond is consummated with sex. If you want to go in the back seat now just say so, Mike,” she purred.
“Put your shirt back on, we’re coming to our exit. We’ll get back to the sex a little later,” I told her, bluntly. Not that I didn’t want to get down with my Island Princess, just that now wasn’t the time. “Get your phone out and text Tory at that number, let them know this is our first stop.”
She got busy with the phone and I concentrated on driving. A few more minutes on the road and I saw the ramp and the truck stop. It was just about in the middle of nowhere, and there were no vehicles on the lot. I pulled off the highway and Tory followed me in his SUV, onto the outer road and into the truck stop.
Bree’s phone pinged an incoming message just in time. “Giselle says they’re right behind you, and they sent a video.”
“You can look at it, it’s from last night at the store. Then send it to my phone. I’m going in for sandwiches and beer,” I said then got out of the car and walked over to meet Tory who was halfway to the truck stop entrance. Gidget opened the passenger door to the Monte Carlo and got out, started walking to the other car. Bree started to follow, her bottom half still exposed. I stopped and called back to them, “Bree wait. Gidget, do you have an extra panty or bottom Bree can borrow?”
“Who would? No, Mike sorry, I don't usually carry spare bottoms for girls who lose theirs!” Gidget looked at me like I was nuts. “She’s fine, right Bree?”
“I’m fine Mikey, unless you want me to cover my bottom.” My Island Princess looked amused and confused.
“Grab a towel and wrap it around you,” I instructed her.
Tory looked over at me incredulous. “What was that about? You had to tell her to cover up?”
“Well, I guess I didn’t have to. But then again I kind of had to.”
“Uh huh, what the hell does that mean? And why would you do that?”
The two girls were getting into the SUV with Giselle and Netty now. Bree’s hastily wrapped towel dropped off as she climbed in, giving us another booty look. Sweet.
“Let me tell you what happened in our car on the way down here,” I said as we walked in the door. We went to the sandwich counter and ordered six ‘Dixie Specials’ with the works, then picked up a couple of bags of chips. As we shopped I told Tory the story about slapping Bree on the bottom and how that turned into me becoming her ‘Chief.’ And of course the part where she now has to do whatever I say, whenever I want.
“Oh wow, dude. Nice hook up!” Tory looked at me wide eyed. “And she’s like what, your ‘slave’?”
“Yeah I’m not fond of that word, so we’re just saying ‘servant’,” gloating not really being my thing, now I had something to gloat about.
“That’s unbelievable.”
“You want to see? Dial the number you sent the video to, then give me the phone.”
He pulled out his cell phone and hit redial, then handed it to me. The phone rang twice then Gidget answered. “Let me talk to the princess,” I said.
I put the phone on speaker so Tory could hear, Bree’s voice said, “Hi Mikey, what can I do for you?”
There really was no one around the truck stop except for us and the dude behind the counter. “Bree, I want you to take off your shirt and grab your towel and come into the store. Carry the towel over one shoulder and hustle your little butt in here.”
“Okay, Mikey,” she answered.
Tory and I walked to the door, there was Bree getting out of his SUV naked except for her flip flops. She reached back in and took the towel that Giselle handed her, then draped it over one shoulder. Her soft brown skin bathed in sun light, she walked across the gravel lot to the door. I opened it for her and let her into the cool store where her nipples hardened at the chill airs kiss.
“What can I do for you miss?” the guy behind the counter asked.
“Mike?” she asked looking at me.
“Amazing, dude, just fucking amazing,” Tory said quietly.
“Uh, folks? You want these sandwiches?” the store clerk reminded us.
I handed Bree some cash and told her “Go pay the nice man for our sandwiches and take them to the car. If you happen to drop your towel, don’t worry about it. I’ll grab it for you.”
Tory and the dude behind the counter were still staring as my Island Princess went over to the counter and paid for the food. She brought the change back to me then went back and picked up the sack of sandwiches.
"So this isn't just a dare, right now?" Tory asked.
"Nope," Bree replied. "Not a dare. I belong to Mikey now."
The towel hung in place barely covering her right hip, thigh and shoulder as she walked out the door to my Monte Carlo. Then a gust of wind from the nearby highway fluttered the towel and blew it to the ground. Bree ignored it and kept walking to the car where Gidget was now waiting.
I took the beer over to the counter and Tory joined me, then he pulled his wallet out and paid the counter guy.
“You dudes are Gods or something,” the counter guy grinned from ear to ear. “Fucking lucky bastards. I’m buying the ice for your coolers.” He high-fived us both, then handed Tory his change. “Thank you very much for coming in today, and Please come back soon.”
Back at the car, I popped the trunk and Tory and I loaded the coolers with ice and beer. Bree brought us the sandwiches then waited nakedly, patiently with Gidget by the passenger door. Tory went back to his SUV and climbed in, I went over and opened the door for the girls.
“Mikey, her towel?” Gidget reminded me as she climbed into the car next to Bree.
“Oh right, got it,” I said and went and retrieved it from where it lay on the ground. I handed the towel to Gidget through the car window, then I walked around to the drivers door and got in.
Tory swung over in his SUV, pulled up alongside me. He handed a t-shirt out the window, “This is Bree’s.”
I looked at the t-shirt and started to reach for it, felt a tap on my arm.
“I’m pretty cozy right here if you want to just forget it,” Bree told me and smiled that lovely smile.
With a big shit eating grin on my face I looked over to Tory and waved him off. “Princess says she doesn’t need it. So lead on to the river, brother!”
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