Saturday: House party in the middle of nowhere, picked up by D, blew him all the way there, then looked up and went "oh, are we there already?" We went inside, said hi to a few people, D sat down, and I tried to stop him getting back up, so he poked me with a plastic fork until someone handed him a hunting knife, and then he stroked me with that until someone had to take the drink out of my hand so I wouldn't spill it while I shook like a leaf under the blade
I found beardy man (S) and he tied me up, or rather, he tried to tie me up, I wriggled wildly, and he told me off for messing up his knots, and I told him off for tying me too loosely, and then for not being able to control feek and weeble little me, and he tied my ankles to the coffee table, so I sat up and got myself off the coffee table, but as my hands were tied behind my back, I couldn't get much further. It took him a lot of effort to get my legs tied together, but when he finally did, he put me on my shoulders, with my knees on the floor on either side of my head, and then PJ, who has really nice biceps, came along, and put his gorgeous muscles to good use, he found the sweet spot and worked it, and I came lots, but without permission, which was a bit weird, but ok.
When they untied me I had to admire PJ's muscles, which, for the record, are deliciously biteable, I mean really, just delectable! I scratched him as well, and after a brief breather, we went to watch a scene. M was getting the living shit kicked out of her by D and R, and it was incredible, her shrieks weren't quite of the blood curdling variety, but they were up there! Especially when D beat her with an extension cable, neatly braided to take up less space, and cause more damage when in close contact with skin. There were also paddles, canes, a single tail or two, and a plethora of other evil things to hit people with, as well as two pairs of boots, and four fists attached to people unafraid to use them! I watched with my muscly friend, until I actually couldn't stand it any more, I was so horny I had to drag him off and jump him. So I did. He didn't mind.
I got to play with sharp pointy things next, oyster shuckers I believe, although I've never shucked an oyster, and I couldn't be sure. They were fun anyway, and standing was not an option pretty soon! My legs melted and I fell onto a sofa, and then he stroked me some more with the sharp and pointies.
I saw M then, a grin all over her face, she gave me a hug, and I told her how amazing it had been to watch her, she showed off her bruises, hard to come by for her she says, "I'm so happy!" It was wonderful to see her, grinning so much, still nearly naked, it was perfect.
D gave me a lift back, and of course, I wasn't looking at the road on the journey home.
Friday, August 26, 2011
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Cherry Popping!
I went out on Friday (and meant to update this yesterday but spend most of my day asleep) with W and one of his friends, she's American too, black, braids, curvaceous, and fun, and has a really, really sweet ass, I mean really...
So we went out, got to the club up in Baltimore, which was her first fetish event! (So we popped her club cherry) and as we got separated on the way in, I said hi to a few people, including D, who was wearing a suit, which was wild considering I normally see him in a kilt, topless, it's a look that suits him, but he looked very dapper in a suit as well, and it turns out his shoes were perfect for trampling on my clit, I don't actually remember how I ended up on the floor, but I did, and nobody's ever ground their shoes into my clit before, but I liked it, I really did! And then some girl came over and told D off for being mean to my clit, and then I danced with her (horizontally) that was fun too, just grinding on the floor with another nearly naked chick! Then I went to dance around the poles for a little bit, topless by this time, I was wearing what some friends named the 'spaff skirt' because if you took a short-ish black skirt, and bukkaked it, I imagine the result would be very much the same. I was wearing really cute red and black crotchless panties too, so dancing round the pole was lots of fun, and people seemed to enjoy the bent over view of my ass!!
I found the cute girl we'd brought along after that, and when I realised she'd never had a girl, I just had to take her down to the 'group room' (I can't believe nobody told me that was there last time I was at the venue. I mean seriously, that room has my name written all over it, and someone just forgot to tell me it was there?!? Can you Adam and Eve it??) We fell onto a bed and wasted no time disposing of each other's clothes, she has lovely boobs, not as big as mine, but really nice, and really soft skin, and deliciously biteable nipples. I got down to her slit though, and I have to say I wasn't thrilled to discover she wasn't shaved (in this day and age, who doesn't shave, I mean really?) But she was trimmed at least, so that was something, and actually she was quite yummy, I made her cum with my tongue (which nobody else has ever done before apparently!!) and then I made her cum with my hand while I sat on her face, and I have to say, I had heaps of fun! We went back upstairs then, and I watched D's girl getting turned into a pin cushion, it was incredible, by the time I got up there, she had nearly 200 needles in her already, and at one point yelled out "Oh my God it tickles!" My jaw was on the floor, she was writhing around, and laughing, huge grin on her face, and I think she was high on needles! It was time to go then, the lights started coming on, and the DJ started telling people to go home, and the person sticking needles in A had to take them out, but only after pouring a large quantity of surgical alcohol all over her, which got more smiles and wriggles, and then the needles started coming out. I gave her a kiss good bye while five needles at once got taken out of her arm, and she bit me, and then I had to go.
A fun night all round I think, though it was a bit short.
So we went out, got to the club up in Baltimore, which was her first fetish event! (So we popped her club cherry) and as we got separated on the way in, I said hi to a few people, including D, who was wearing a suit, which was wild considering I normally see him in a kilt, topless, it's a look that suits him, but he looked very dapper in a suit as well, and it turns out his shoes were perfect for trampling on my clit, I don't actually remember how I ended up on the floor, but I did, and nobody's ever ground their shoes into my clit before, but I liked it, I really did! And then some girl came over and told D off for being mean to my clit, and then I danced with her (horizontally) that was fun too, just grinding on the floor with another nearly naked chick! Then I went to dance around the poles for a little bit, topless by this time, I was wearing what some friends named the 'spaff skirt' because if you took a short-ish black skirt, and bukkaked it, I imagine the result would be very much the same. I was wearing really cute red and black crotchless panties too, so dancing round the pole was lots of fun, and people seemed to enjoy the bent over view of my ass!!
I found the cute girl we'd brought along after that, and when I realised she'd never had a girl, I just had to take her down to the 'group room' (I can't believe nobody told me that was there last time I was at the venue. I mean seriously, that room has my name written all over it, and someone just forgot to tell me it was there?!? Can you Adam and Eve it??) We fell onto a bed and wasted no time disposing of each other's clothes, she has lovely boobs, not as big as mine, but really nice, and really soft skin, and deliciously biteable nipples. I got down to her slit though, and I have to say I wasn't thrilled to discover she wasn't shaved (in this day and age, who doesn't shave, I mean really?) But she was trimmed at least, so that was something, and actually she was quite yummy, I made her cum with my tongue (which nobody else has ever done before apparently!!) and then I made her cum with my hand while I sat on her face, and I have to say, I had heaps of fun! We went back upstairs then, and I watched D's girl getting turned into a pin cushion, it was incredible, by the time I got up there, she had nearly 200 needles in her already, and at one point yelled out "Oh my God it tickles!" My jaw was on the floor, she was writhing around, and laughing, huge grin on her face, and I think she was high on needles! It was time to go then, the lights started coming on, and the DJ started telling people to go home, and the person sticking needles in A had to take them out, but only after pouring a large quantity of surgical alcohol all over her, which got more smiles and wriggles, and then the needles started coming out. I gave her a kiss good bye while five needles at once got taken out of her arm, and she bit me, and then I had to go.
A fun night all round I think, though it was a bit short.
Monday, August 15, 2011
S is for strapon!
Post SlutWalk, I went home with a girl who was there and also going to the evening's party, we stroked her chinchillas, and chatted on her bed before having a shower, scrubbing slogans off our bodies, and washing each other, with the occasional kiss, it was tender, soft, close, but not exceptionally steamy, just really nice.
We headed to the party then, found it eventually, and I made a break for strip twister pretty quickly! No prizes for guessing who was naked first... But I took a few people down with me through fair means or foul (ok, I pushed them over, but they were pretty close to the ground already!)
After naked twister came C and R (the C I'm so utterly in lust with and her boyfriend) We said hi, and exchanged pleasantries, but I'm me, I move fast, and he was stroking me with sharp pointy things in no time. And in no time, I was putty in his hands, and then C was putting on her strap-on, and fastening in its sparkly silver dildo, and then plugging in the magic wand, and suddenly R's hand was around my neck while she fucked me and held the wand to my clit, and R made me wait to cum, and counted me down, and finally let me cum, I did hard. It was awesome.
And then I came again,
And again I think,
And it rocked.
And then C fisted me again while R poked me with his sharp, evil looking knives, and I came again and tried not to shake so much that I would stab myself.
And then C went for a wander after a bit of cuddling, and R brought out a really really sharp knife, and he found a way of rubbing it on my clit which nearly gave me what I would like to name a knifegasm and I shook like a magic wand on steroids, it was incredible, I couldn't feel my head, and I hadn't even cum.
I watched R stroking C with knives up against the st. Andrew's cross then, it was beautiful to watch them, she trembled and pressed herself against him and he caressed every inch of skin with the evil looking knives, but he did it so tenderly, and then she slid to the floor as if she was melting, and he held her stroking her hair, and kept her safe until she was able to do the whole standing up thing again.
We headed to the party then, found it eventually, and I made a break for strip twister pretty quickly! No prizes for guessing who was naked first... But I took a few people down with me through fair means or foul (ok, I pushed them over, but they were pretty close to the ground already!)
After naked twister came C and R (the C I'm so utterly in lust with and her boyfriend) We said hi, and exchanged pleasantries, but I'm me, I move fast, and he was stroking me with sharp pointy things in no time. And in no time, I was putty in his hands, and then C was putting on her strap-on, and fastening in its sparkly silver dildo, and then plugging in the magic wand, and suddenly R's hand was around my neck while she fucked me and held the wand to my clit, and R made me wait to cum, and counted me down, and finally let me cum, I did hard. It was awesome.
And then I came again,
And again I think,
And it rocked.
And then C fisted me again while R poked me with his sharp, evil looking knives, and I came again and tried not to shake so much that I would stab myself.
And then C went for a wander after a bit of cuddling, and R brought out a really really sharp knife, and he found a way of rubbing it on my clit which nearly gave me what I would like to name a knifegasm and I shook like a magic wand on steroids, it was incredible, I couldn't feel my head, and I hadn't even cum.
I watched R stroking C with knives up against the st. Andrew's cross then, it was beautiful to watch them, she trembled and pressed herself against him and he caressed every inch of skin with the evil looking knives, but he did it so tenderly, and then she slid to the floor as if she was melting, and he held her stroking her hair, and kept her safe until she was able to do the whole standing up thing again.
Sunday, August 14, 2011
S is for SlutsWalk
Woohoo! No parents for a whole two weeks!! Only the dog and an 18 year old to deal with now!
Hands up who went to slut walk DC 2011? I was there, walking through DC in my underwear (This is me we're talking about, what did you expect me to wear?) I didn't have any paper, but someone had some permanent markers, so I got made into a poster! I had PROUD written on one arm, SLUT on the other, 'yes and only yes means yes' on my leg, 'consent is sexy' on my back, 'deal with it' on my chest, and something else somewhere I couldn't see. I think I made a great poster personally, and there were plenty of photos taken of me!
We met in Lafayette Square, and then walked along, with lots of chants to the Washington Monument ("The Nation's biggest phallus!") where we congregated to hear some speakers talk on the subject of rape mostly. The speakers were a little depressing, all about how they'd been raped, and survived, some cried, some didn't, one thanked the Toronto police officer who had asked her, three times, what she had been wearing when she was raped, the answer - jeans and a long sleeved purple shirt. This police officer was of the firm belief that women could prevent themselves from being raped by wearing more clothes. That is how slutwalks began all over the globe.
I was kinda wishing that a man would stand up as every speaker had been a woman, and I was really proud of the one who finally did, he had been raped, just over a year ago now, and he stood up, and told his story, and I wanted to go up and give him a great big hug, and say I'm sorry, because someone should apologise for what happened to the poor guy.
We left a little after his story, and went to Fuddruckers because by this time we were all starving to death, and as we walked in nearly naked and covered in slogans, we got some interesting looks. One of the staff asked me why I had Proud Slut written on my arms, and was very cool when I told him, and we got a free milkshake at the table, which was cool.
On the way back to someone's house, there was a guy on the metro with two kids, who asked us where we'd been, and seemed very supportive of our goals, which was cool. I hope that more parents are like that in the world.
Hands up who went to slut walk DC 2011? I was there, walking through DC in my underwear (This is me we're talking about, what did you expect me to wear?) I didn't have any paper, but someone had some permanent markers, so I got made into a poster! I had PROUD written on one arm, SLUT on the other, 'yes and only yes means yes' on my leg, 'consent is sexy' on my back, 'deal with it' on my chest, and something else somewhere I couldn't see. I think I made a great poster personally, and there were plenty of photos taken of me!
We met in Lafayette Square, and then walked along, with lots of chants to the Washington Monument ("The Nation's biggest phallus!") where we congregated to hear some speakers talk on the subject of rape mostly. The speakers were a little depressing, all about how they'd been raped, and survived, some cried, some didn't, one thanked the Toronto police officer who had asked her, three times, what she had been wearing when she was raped, the answer - jeans and a long sleeved purple shirt. This police officer was of the firm belief that women could prevent themselves from being raped by wearing more clothes. That is how slutwalks began all over the globe.
I was kinda wishing that a man would stand up as every speaker had been a woman, and I was really proud of the one who finally did, he had been raped, just over a year ago now, and he stood up, and told his story, and I wanted to go up and give him a great big hug, and say I'm sorry, because someone should apologise for what happened to the poor guy.
We left a little after his story, and went to Fuddruckers because by this time we were all starving to death, and as we walked in nearly naked and covered in slogans, we got some interesting looks. One of the staff asked me why I had Proud Slut written on my arms, and was very cool when I told him, and we got a free milkshake at the table, which was cool.
On the way back to someone's house, there was a guy on the metro with two kids, who asked us where we'd been, and seemed very supportive of our goals, which was cool. I hope that more parents are like that in the world.
Friday, August 12, 2011
For Science!
This is something that happened at Rope Camp, but I could not for the life of me tell you when, except that it was dark outside.
A science experiment, with aims, and methodology and real science theory provided by our Cabin Sage!
Hypothesis: Rope can transmit vibrations, and amplify them.
Equipment:
6x Hitachi magic wands, no attachments, two settings (stun & kill)
Quantities of rope, both hemp and jute, not to be used together.
Participants:
Scientists:
BlueRisk
Doc_Remy11
Dov
ElRamon
Subjects:
Me
PoeticDesires
A control subject whose name I don't know
Method: A crotch harness will be tied accurately and tightly to the subject, ropes of approx 2 metres in length will then be attached to the crotch harness using a lark's head knot. Hitachi magic wands (added one at a time) will be held onto the taut rope near the end of the 2 metre length.
Measurements:
Affect will be measured by the subjects' opinions.
Things to test:
Is there a difference in effect dependent on the kind of rope? Hemp and Jute to be tested.
How does the distance between the crotch harness and the end of the rope affect the vibrations received by the subject?
How it went down:
Control subject:
Giggled lots, I didn't catch much else. (sorry, I'm not a scientist, I confess!)
Me:
Hemp used first, limited affect, vibrations vastly reduced by the rope and distance between wand and clitoris.
Jute next, affect diluted even more, subject exhibits frustration and starts wriggling. Science is then abandoned and six Hitachi magic wands are held onto subject's clit, subject is subjected to mass teasing and forbidden to orgasm until permitted by cabin consensus. Methods of torture include countdowns, voting on whether permission to orgasm is deserved by the subject.
PoeticDesires:
Science abandoned again, subject screams that she is "Cabin Bitch for life" and is then allowed to cum. Reports come from three cabins away of hearing that exclamation.
Cave Johnson, signing off, for science.
A science experiment, with aims, and methodology and real science theory provided by our Cabin Sage!
Hypothesis: Rope can transmit vibrations, and amplify them.
Equipment:
6x Hitachi magic wands, no attachments, two settings (stun & kill)
Quantities of rope, both hemp and jute, not to be used together.
Participants:
Scientists:
BlueRisk
Doc_Remy11
Dov
ElRamon
Subjects:
Me
PoeticDesires
A control subject whose name I don't know
Method: A crotch harness will be tied accurately and tightly to the subject, ropes of approx 2 metres in length will then be attached to the crotch harness using a lark's head knot. Hitachi magic wands (added one at a time) will be held onto the taut rope near the end of the 2 metre length.
Measurements:
Affect will be measured by the subjects' opinions.
Things to test:
Is there a difference in effect dependent on the kind of rope? Hemp and Jute to be tested.
How does the distance between the crotch harness and the end of the rope affect the vibrations received by the subject?
How it went down:
Control subject:
Giggled lots, I didn't catch much else. (sorry, I'm not a scientist, I confess!)
Me:
Hemp used first, limited affect, vibrations vastly reduced by the rope and distance between wand and clitoris.
Jute next, affect diluted even more, subject exhibits frustration and starts wriggling. Science is then abandoned and six Hitachi magic wands are held onto subject's clit, subject is subjected to mass teasing and forbidden to orgasm until permitted by cabin consensus. Methods of torture include countdowns, voting on whether permission to orgasm is deserved by the subject.
PoeticDesires:
Science abandoned again, subject screams that she is "Cabin Bitch for life" and is then allowed to cum. Reports come from three cabins away of hearing that exclamation.
Cave Johnson, signing off, for science.
Thursday, August 11, 2011
A very Happy Hour!
I went to my first Happy Hour last night. Don't think 2 for 1 drinks, this is a kinky get together in a bar, so supposedly vanilla, which didn't stop me making out with C, and D, and getting thoroughly spanked by him for withholding his Guinness, and making out with R and C at the same time, and showing everyone my still very bruised tits!
It was a really fun night, and a great chance to meet some new people, and catch up with some of the people who went to rope camp, including our lovely Cabin Bitch, and plenty of others.
The way back was the best fun though, C and I were in the back of her boyfriend's car making out, before she got into the front seat to give some road head while I reached around the back of her seat to giver her some digital attention while keeping my clit in range of her boyfriend's thumb. Getting pulled over could have been really interesting....
It was a really fun night, and a great chance to meet some new people, and catch up with some of the people who went to rope camp, including our lovely Cabin Bitch, and plenty of others.
The way back was the best fun though, C and I were in the back of her boyfriend's car making out, before she got into the front seat to give some road head while I reached around the back of her seat to giver her some digital attention while keeping my clit in range of her boyfriend's thumb. Getting pulled over could have been really interesting....
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
This one time at rope camp - Sunday
I fell asleep, exhausted, and awoke with MB standing over me, it was just light outside, and I'd said that I wanted to be tied up to the sunrise, so I showered quickly, grabbed a clif bar and a bottle of gatorade, and headed out with him, we found a small wooden structure, and I have no idea what its intended purpose is, but it was perfect for tying me up to, I was suspended from it in no time, floating in bliss, with the beautiful morning light all around me, and the sound of the birds in the trees filling the air. After taking photos of me from every angle, and admiring the fact that I was in rope space, and commenting that it's rare to find someone who truly loves rope like that, he took me down then, and we went over to one of the benches by the fire circle, he lay me down on it, and we had a kind of morning sex new to me, with the sun rising behind us, and the world empty of life except for the birds, post rope, blissful, relaxed but passionate.
We lay there for a few moments, smiling, savouring the sweet soft light, and then it was time to get back to the cabin, it was 7:45 by this time, and as D had said he wanted to wake up at 8, I went to give him his wake up call. I'm told that the best way for a man to be woken is by my lips on his cock, so I woke him, gently, softly, caressing his cock with my tongue, loving every inch of it, and then his eyes opened, and he looked down and me and smiled and stroked my hair, and I felt so happy. I guess it's just my place in life, making people happy with my mouth...
We fell asleep again though, and woke an hour later, headed to breakfast and then packed up in the cabin before reporting to HQ for clean up duties. When the cleanup was finally done, the cabins swept, the grass checked for foil packets, and the rigs taken down from the trees and good byes all said, we got into the car, still tired, but very very happy. I'm sure you can guess by now that I didn't spend the journey watching the road. What I did instead was perfect a new manoeuvre in my blow job arsenal, a combination of hand and mouth that led D to pull over shortly before we reached our destination, because one can't orgasm and drive safely at the same time, and his orgasms seem pretty intense to me! When we were driving along again, I put my leg up on the dashboard the better to get myself off, and as I asked to cum, his yes was joined with a big smile on his face. I spent the rest of the journey grinning, and said good bye sadly, I really hadn't wanted to leave camp, ever. If only it were a kinky commune of rope artists, just living there, having fun, doing our thing and enjoying the company of our friends and lovers in kinky, hippy harmony..... Ahhh pipe dreams...
We lay there for a few moments, smiling, savouring the sweet soft light, and then it was time to get back to the cabin, it was 7:45 by this time, and as D had said he wanted to wake up at 8, I went to give him his wake up call. I'm told that the best way for a man to be woken is by my lips on his cock, so I woke him, gently, softly, caressing his cock with my tongue, loving every inch of it, and then his eyes opened, and he looked down and me and smiled and stroked my hair, and I felt so happy. I guess it's just my place in life, making people happy with my mouth...
We fell asleep again though, and woke an hour later, headed to breakfast and then packed up in the cabin before reporting to HQ for clean up duties. When the cleanup was finally done, the cabins swept, the grass checked for foil packets, and the rigs taken down from the trees and good byes all said, we got into the car, still tired, but very very happy. I'm sure you can guess by now that I didn't spend the journey watching the road. What I did instead was perfect a new manoeuvre in my blow job arsenal, a combination of hand and mouth that led D to pull over shortly before we reached our destination, because one can't orgasm and drive safely at the same time, and his orgasms seem pretty intense to me! When we were driving along again, I put my leg up on the dashboard the better to get myself off, and as I asked to cum, his yes was joined with a big smile on his face. I spent the rest of the journey grinning, and said good bye sadly, I really hadn't wanted to leave camp, ever. If only it were a kinky commune of rope artists, just living there, having fun, doing our thing and enjoying the company of our friends and lovers in kinky, hippy harmony..... Ahhh pipe dreams...
This one time at rope camp - Saturday
I can't remember what happened on Saturday morning, but in the afternoon I went to the pool, and found that the giant beach ball was in use, someone was rolling around the pool in it, trying and failing to stand up, it looked like huge fun, so I went next, and got pushed around, and fell over, and played with the beach balls in there, I felt like such a kid. And when I got out, I was suddenly overwhelmed by an incredible idea, I convinced another girl to join me, and we both got into the beach ball with her celebrator, and we made each other cum, lots. And we both squirt, it was huge fun, and we did an 'alligator death roll' in the beach ball full of girly cum, and made each other cum again, and again, and then some more! Then by the time we got out it was dinner time.
After dinner came dessert, C and I were tied up together to a long table, and chocolate was put all over us, only a couple of people used their hands to take the chocolate, most, unsurprisingly, used their mouths, which was lots of fun! And when that was finished and we were untied, suddenly she was fisting me again!! And then I wandered a bit after that, and when I'd got my legs back, and then I tried out fire play and decided it was too hot (yeah yeah, I know) and then I christened my pinwheel properly, my tits were thoroughly cupcaked, and then pinwheeled until little tracks of blood spots came up, and I thought 'Holy shit, maybe I am turning into a pain slut' and I couldn't reach the blood with my tongue, and Dear God I'm worried about myself. But at the same time, I'm enjoying what I'm doing right now, and I don't want to stop!
Anyway, back on topic, R took photos for me, and once I was untied I stood up on my shaky bambi legs, and headed slowly for the exit, saying good night to a couple of people on the way. I called a taxi on the radio, and when D drove up in it, I hopped in next to him, and leaned on his shoulder and was almost dozing despite the bumpy route when MB, sat on the back of the golf cart shouted 'D! Hold up, I think I forgot something!" My take down had been on the agenda since Wednesday, and I half knew it was coming, but as I turned to D with curiosity in my eyes, an arm was thrown around my throat and suddenly I wasn't in the golf cart but lying flat in the wet grass, and then there were loads of people standing around me, and I was too surprised to struggle, or scream, or even pretend to put up some kind of fight, so that by the time I had an ounce of sense left, my arms were already being held behind my back while someone got the rope sorted, I started to struggle then, not as hard as I could have done, but I was trying to be half way convincing, I kicked and twisted my arms out of the way, and ended up in a serious stress position, elbows tied tight behind my back, thrown over on one side, a cock shoved in my mouth, and then C was there with a rubber glove and working on fisting me again, and Then someone else came along, and with two fingers in my ass, and two in my soaking cunt, he made me cum, but not without permission, which was only granted after screaming 'Please let the cabin slut cum!' at the top of my voice, I'm sure the entire camp could hear me, and then after a count down, I finally got the yes. Then a post op trans who was there was in front of me with a strap on, and I was sucking that before she fucked me with it, and I came again, again begging for permission for the Cabin Slut to cum. I was fucked, and punched and grabbed and held wide open for their abuse, and as we were right by the track, the golf cart took every opportunity to drive by and show his passengers the scene by the side of the road. Once, a different cart drove by, slowed briefly, and then, without a word from its occupants, was on its way again. My captors burst out laughing at this reaction to such an apparently ordinary event at camp.
When everyone was tired out, MB gave me my final instructions for the evening, and two people helped me into the golf cart again, on legs so shaky they could barely hold me. I fell against D, my dress covered in mud, my skin covered in bruises, my brain completely empty of blood.
We reached the cabin, and my legs managed to carry me in, and there, under MB's pillow, was the official Camp Slut award, a framed certificate, which I fully intend to put up on my wall the next time I live alone or in a kink friendly household.
After dinner came dessert, C and I were tied up together to a long table, and chocolate was put all over us, only a couple of people used their hands to take the chocolate, most, unsurprisingly, used their mouths, which was lots of fun! And when that was finished and we were untied, suddenly she was fisting me again!! And then I wandered a bit after that, and when I'd got my legs back, and then I tried out fire play and decided it was too hot (yeah yeah, I know) and then I christened my pinwheel properly, my tits were thoroughly cupcaked, and then pinwheeled until little tracks of blood spots came up, and I thought 'Holy shit, maybe I am turning into a pain slut' and I couldn't reach the blood with my tongue, and Dear God I'm worried about myself. But at the same time, I'm enjoying what I'm doing right now, and I don't want to stop!
Anyway, back on topic, R took photos for me, and once I was untied I stood up on my shaky bambi legs, and headed slowly for the exit, saying good night to a couple of people on the way. I called a taxi on the radio, and when D drove up in it, I hopped in next to him, and leaned on his shoulder and was almost dozing despite the bumpy route when MB, sat on the back of the golf cart shouted 'D! Hold up, I think I forgot something!" My take down had been on the agenda since Wednesday, and I half knew it was coming, but as I turned to D with curiosity in my eyes, an arm was thrown around my throat and suddenly I wasn't in the golf cart but lying flat in the wet grass, and then there were loads of people standing around me, and I was too surprised to struggle, or scream, or even pretend to put up some kind of fight, so that by the time I had an ounce of sense left, my arms were already being held behind my back while someone got the rope sorted, I started to struggle then, not as hard as I could have done, but I was trying to be half way convincing, I kicked and twisted my arms out of the way, and ended up in a serious stress position, elbows tied tight behind my back, thrown over on one side, a cock shoved in my mouth, and then C was there with a rubber glove and working on fisting me again, and Then someone else came along, and with two fingers in my ass, and two in my soaking cunt, he made me cum, but not without permission, which was only granted after screaming 'Please let the cabin slut cum!' at the top of my voice, I'm sure the entire camp could hear me, and then after a count down, I finally got the yes. Then a post op trans who was there was in front of me with a strap on, and I was sucking that before she fucked me with it, and I came again, again begging for permission for the Cabin Slut to cum. I was fucked, and punched and grabbed and held wide open for their abuse, and as we were right by the track, the golf cart took every opportunity to drive by and show his passengers the scene by the side of the road. Once, a different cart drove by, slowed briefly, and then, without a word from its occupants, was on its way again. My captors burst out laughing at this reaction to such an apparently ordinary event at camp.
When everyone was tired out, MB gave me my final instructions for the evening, and two people helped me into the golf cart again, on legs so shaky they could barely hold me. I fell against D, my dress covered in mud, my skin covered in bruises, my brain completely empty of blood.
We reached the cabin, and my legs managed to carry me in, and there, under MB's pillow, was the official Camp Slut award, a framed certificate, which I fully intend to put up on my wall the next time I live alone or in a kink friendly household.
This one time at rope camp - Friday
On Friday I woke up in D's bed, we'd found a way to fit both of us in it just about comfortably. We went to breakfast first I think, and then he sat on his chair outside the cabin on the grass and I took up my position in front of him on my knees, passersby waved and greeted us, and I waved back without looking up, they understood I'm sure. I went to a class in the morning with G, Hojojitsu, it was lots of fun, a rougher form of tying, technically a martial art, involving quick, effective ties designed to cause the victim great discomfort if they struggle, lots of the knots were self constricting, and most of them went around the neck at some point so that wriggling one's wrists resulted in a bit of strangulation, it was fun! And I got to be the class comedian when I was accused of being an argumentative slut, only to blurt out, completely without thinking 'Am not!!' I only realised what I'd said when everyone laughed. I have to agree it was funny.
At lunch, someone knew had arrived, so after revisiting the underside of L's table, and thrusting my head under his kilt, I offered his friend 'table service' this was away from the staff, and once the new guy had had his satisfaction, I got between C's legs for the first time, she's delicious, and finally I could show my lust for her, and now it is so much more!!
After lunch I was talking to MB, when I suddenly found an arm around my neck, and my back flat on the decking outside the cabin, then there was a hitachi on my clit, and my five male cabin mates (all very strong) were holding me down while they forced me to orgasm! A tear rolled down my left cheek finally, and instantly became famous among my captors. A 'Hitachi firing squad was planned for that evening, but this took me completely by surprise. As I was lying there unable to move, MB whispered in my ear; 'do you know the best bit? This isn't your takedown, that's still to come!" I started laughing then.
After a class titled 'fuck sensuality' which included lots of fun ties for having sex, many of which could be tied without interrupting the sex, I headed back down to the pool to help make a floating raft for Saturday's pool side play party, I lashed pool noodles together, and tied them onto other pool toys, and threw beach balls at people's heads, and generally had a great time being childish. Then someone decided to put me on top of some noodles so they could spank me, and then somehow we were making a St. Andrew's cross out of the noodles, and then I was being tied, on my St. Andrew's cross, to the rest of the raft, with my tits 'cupcaked' again, and attached to the noodle my head was resting on, and my legs were tied to the noodles, and I was thoroughly trussed up, although I did still have some mobility, pool noodles aren't quite as good for bondage as wood or metal. Then people started spanking me, abusing my tits, and in D's case, taking a small rugby ball full of water instead of air, and hitting me with it! L decided to join in then, and tried to make me cum with three fingers, normally this is a sure fire way to get me off, but he just wasn't doing it hard enough! So after a while of being frustratingly on the edge of orgasm, I screamed at him; "Put your fucking back into it!!" I was loud, people laughed, and L's laugh was evil, when, a minute later, when he did put his back into it, and was joined by A with a celebrator on my clit, I asked to be allowed to cum, he made me wait a bit, counted down from 10, said yes, and then, just as I was right on the teetering edge, he snatched his hand back and knocked the celebrator out of the way exclaiming "Oh I've got cramp" I swore at him, and tried to kick him, or splash him, or something, it didn't really work because I was still tied to the noodles. I was eventually allowed to orgasm, and did so hard and gratefully, and then got untied and hovered at the edge of the pool in the warm water, feeling warm and fuzzy.
We had dinner then, and then at 10 headed to the dungeon for the performances, all we knew was that there was going to be a version of who's line is it anyway, with the 'line' being rope of course, but we were quickly enlightened. Who's line was first, and I found myself being tied up with 'props' which included a large clear plastic cone, a Russian military hat, and a Christmas stocking, which was an interesting look, my opponent's props consisted of a picture frame, an old fashioned wire toasting frame, and a pair of coke bottle glasses. The round was declared a draw and the two riggers would work as a team in the final round.
The next item was 'bungee sub' one of the Presenters at camp suspended his sub using bungee cord, and she bounced around the room and looked like she was having heaps of fun, it was very entertaining, especially as she was able to move, but still tied up, so in escaping from his single tail by bouncing to one end of the stage, she was inevitably dragged back into its range by the bungee cords.
The next round of Whose line is it anyway? Came next, two new submissives, different and equally whacky props, and two different riggers to put the two together. This round descended into chaos very quickly. Starting with one of the submissives being 'candy caned' and ending with submissive 1 tied up high, with submissive 2 tied up below her but to her, with props in between. I laughed so hard it hurt.
Next up, a giant tarp, plenty of rope, a big ladder, two submissives, and two watermelons. What on earth could one do with such a combination?! Easy, suspend the submissives, and hang the watermelons in a net bag in between them. Then swing submissive A into Submissive B dragging her by her ankles, and release! Submissive A swings into submissive B with the watermelons in between them, watermelons are helpfully pre-cut, and smash beautifully, spraying juice everywhere! It was hilarious, I've never seen a mid-air watermelon fight before!
And For the final act, we had the final of 'whose line is it anyway?' The two teams of riggers had one rope bottom each, one male, one female. The one with the male bottom started their round by flouting the 60 feet of rope rule, they split their rope in half, making 120 feet, or trying to, it got tangled, so they stole the other team's rope, tied the other team's ankles together, stole props, tied a rope with a weight to someone's cock piercing so he had to follow them, and all this time, one of the riggers was very quietly rigging his model at the edge, avoiding the shenanigans going on in the middle of the room, I honestly laughed so hard my sides hurt!
At about 2:30, when we found C and headed to the dungeon because she wanted to fist me, the beautiful, and very skillful woman I'd admired and lusted after and been shy of since I met her at my first party this side of the pond, her preferred dress is a pretty and feminine outfit finished with combat boots, a look she pulls of with perfect mastery. I'd been nervous of the idea of trying to chat her up and ask her if she'd like to play, I confess, and when she said she'd like to fist me, I was over the moon!! How could I not want to be fisted by this beautiful vision of deviancy!? Unfortunately, we got kicked out of the dungeon at 3am, as we were still lying on the mats, with me still unable to feel my head from lack of blood. I stumbled out into the night, and, again, was grateful for the golf cart taxi service that ran around the site.
We had dinner then, and then at 10 headed to the dungeon for the performances, all we knew was that there was going to be a version of who's line is it anyway, with the 'line' being rope of course, but we were quickly enlightened. Who's line was first, and I found myself being tied up with 'props' which included a large clear plastic cone, a Russian military hat, and a Christmas stocking, which was an interesting look, my opponent's props consisted of a picture frame, an old fashioned wire toasting frame, and a pair of coke bottle glasses. The round was declared a draw and the two riggers would work as a team in the final round.
The next item was 'bungee sub' one of the Presenters at camp suspended his sub using bungee cord, and she bounced around the room and looked like she was having heaps of fun, it was very entertaining, especially as she was able to move, but still tied up, so in escaping from his single tail by bouncing to one end of the stage, she was inevitably dragged back into its range by the bungee cords.
The next round of Whose line is it anyway? Came next, two new submissives, different and equally whacky props, and two different riggers to put the two together. This round descended into chaos very quickly. Starting with one of the submissives being 'candy caned' and ending with submissive 1 tied up high, with submissive 2 tied up below her but to her, with props in between. I laughed so hard it hurt.
Next up, a giant tarp, plenty of rope, a big ladder, two submissives, and two watermelons. What on earth could one do with such a combination?! Easy, suspend the submissives, and hang the watermelons in a net bag in between them. Then swing submissive A into Submissive B dragging her by her ankles, and release! Submissive A swings into submissive B with the watermelons in between them, watermelons are helpfully pre-cut, and smash beautifully, spraying juice everywhere! It was hilarious, I've never seen a mid-air watermelon fight before!
And For the final act, we had the final of 'whose line is it anyway?' The two teams of riggers had one rope bottom each, one male, one female. The one with the male bottom started their round by flouting the 60 feet of rope rule, they split their rope in half, making 120 feet, or trying to, it got tangled, so they stole the other team's rope, tied the other team's ankles together, stole props, tied a rope with a weight to someone's cock piercing so he had to follow them, and all this time, one of the riggers was very quietly rigging his model at the edge, avoiding the shenanigans going on in the middle of the room, I honestly laughed so hard my sides hurt!
At about 2:30, when we found C and headed to the dungeon because she wanted to fist me, the beautiful, and very skillful woman I'd admired and lusted after and been shy of since I met her at my first party this side of the pond, her preferred dress is a pretty and feminine outfit finished with combat boots, a look she pulls of with perfect mastery. I'd been nervous of the idea of trying to chat her up and ask her if she'd like to play, I confess, and when she said she'd like to fist me, I was over the moon!! How could I not want to be fisted by this beautiful vision of deviancy!? Unfortunately, we got kicked out of the dungeon at 3am, as we were still lying on the mats, with me still unable to feel my head from lack of blood. I stumbled out into the night, and, again, was grateful for the golf cart taxi service that ran around the site.
Monday, August 8, 2011
This one time at band camp - Thursday
So Thursday started really well, I was awake, MB was awake in my cabin, and we decided it would be a good idea to have a shower, then tie me to a tree, then go to breakfast.
It was a good idea.... The shower was fun, if a little cramped, and the rope started well, and I was sitting in a rope swing, hanging from the tree and enjoying myself with MB between my legs, when I suddenly felt really sick, and my ears went horribly cold and tingly. And MB got me down from the tree as fast as he could, but suddenly I was in someone's arms as he was getting me down, and I was feeling ok again, if a little tired, and then it slowly dawned on me that I had fainted. For 57 seconds apparently, I was unconscious. Not good. Really not good. I HATE fainting, it's embarrassing and scary for me, it's got to be terrifying for the person who ties you up if you suddenly drop, and it's just generally a horrible experience. I stood there for a while and put my clothes (read: underwear and flip flops) back on, and then we decided that we had probably got things the wrong way around, and we should have had breakfast and then tied me up. Still, lesson learned, seriously! No tying on empty stomachs, it is very bad for you!
I was a demo bottom for a class on breast bondage that day, I'm an H cup, so pretty freakin' perfect if you want to tie up tits! I got 'cupcaked' which is when you tie up the breasts by wrapping them in rope around and around so that when you've finished, the boobs look quite a bit like cupcakes! It was a fun class! Lunch was next, and then D dyed my hair an even brighter shade of red, which looks awesome by the way. But this being rope camp, I was naked and tied to the chair while my hair was dyed, it was fun, especially as all of this happened outside the cabin, with people wandering past and watching. And of course while my dye set in, D got a blow job, again, although a careful one this time because I didn't want to get any dye on his clothes, not that he was wearing many...
Dinner was next, during which I was told that I was 'a slut, but not a very good one' to which I reacted with appropriate indignation, not a good one indeed, why, pray tell? 'Well, if you were a good one, you'd be under the table right now!" I replied that the floor was dirty and was told that meant that I wasn't a slut, so I swore at the man in question and then ducked under the table to prove him wrong. I don't care if that's exactly what he wanted, I don't let the gauntlet fall unheeded. There's a great photo of his plate on the table from his perspective, and looking at it, the next thing you notice is the pair of eyes looking up at the camera from under the table. It's a brilliant shot. We moved outside then, as I exclaimed 'found it!' on emerging from under the table, I don't think anyone fell for it though...
We went to the pool, and he sat on a deck chair, while his female companion of the moment sat next to him and played with herself, but before long, he lifted my head up by my hair and thrust my head between her legs. I didn't complain, it was a lovely place to be, I still hold that I don't get to play with enough women!! Unfortunately her Master had forbidden her to cum, but when I was moved back between the guy's legs, she was told to make me cum because he wanted to see me squirt, she didn't quite succeed, but kept me on the edge of orgasm for a long time trying! She was fisting me in the end, and eventually, I did orgasm, hard.
And then it was fire circle time! We had toasted marshmallows, and drumming, and dancing round the fire in various stages of undress, and people were fire spinning, which is wicked, I got a fire hug as well, I stood very still, naked rather than wearing anything synthetic, and the guy with the chains on fire stood very close in front of me, and spun his chains, and it was very cool, because it was dark, the light of the fire rushed past us as the chains swung, and his eyes were such a cool, pale blue in the firelight, it was wild. Then we parted and I went back to toasting marshmallows and dancing naked round the fire with D, and lots of other fun people.
We watched people cracking flaming bullwhips, and using flaming swords, and in one case, a flaming hula hoop, expertly used! And then D decided it would be a great idea to add to the drumming on my ass. that went on for some time, and then some more time, until his arms were tired and you could have toasted marshmallows on my ass! We wandered off then, and he fucked me up against a tree, wearing his key ring of a PA for the first time while fucking me. It was gooooood. (when I say key ring, think just shy of the tiffany ones you see around)
It just so happened that we were pretty near the dungeon at this point, so we went in, and he tied me up, so that I was horizontal, with my head at the perfect height for cock sucking. So I did plenty of that while my poor bruised tits were tortured, (by this point the bruises had properly developed, and the morning cupcaking had made the right one develop a tartan pattern, we couldn't decide what family the tartan belonged to though! he hit me with various of his implements, his toybox looked like my kitchen drawer, an whisk, a big fish flipper, wooden spoon, spatula... There was a stun baton as well, which made a loud cracking noise, and which really hurt! So much in fact, that for the first time, possibly ever, I had to cry yellow so he wouldn't use it any more! I think however, that I might let revoke my yellow and say it's a go if he's feeling really evil. Am I crazy? (that's a rhetorical question) he moved onto a carving fork then, a really sharp one, it was pointy, and sharp, and made me shiver all over in that delightfully uncontrollable way.
He took me down a while later, after I slapped him across the face for the stun baton, or perhaps for something else, I forget. We wrestled then, and I 'lost' although that depends on your definition. I ended up on my back with him straddling me, both of my wrists locked in one of his hands while he slapped me across the face repeatedly, this is enough to make me both mellow, and soaking, and the sex that ensued was necessary and passionate.
We went to waffle house for a midnight snack, my first time, and an American cultural education, I had a buttermilk waffle with that yummy whipped butter stuff they have, tons of 'breakfast syrup' and sausage, and bacon, which was yummy, and a hash brown with Bert's Chilli and cheese, I don't know who Bert is, but he makes really good chilli! During a funny conversation with the two staff on duty about the American cuisine, and the Royal Wedding (for which one could buy souvenir toilet seats if one's taste had been so awful) neither of them noticed the rope harness I was still wearing, and which was still visible above the line of my dress. Or maybe they were just so used to insanity at the Waffle House at that hour of the morning. On the way back, D got, you guessed it, my mouth around his lovely cock, and I got a dead arm, again.
I had been determined that he should cum in my mouth, and when we got back to camp and stopped the car, we ran round to the back, and I lay in the back of the car with my head over the edge of the boot's rim, deep throating him for all I was worth. Then we switched, and he sat on the edge of the boot (sorry, trunk) while I got on my knees in the wet grass, he finished himself with a hand and filled my mouth with cum, and I mean filled, he doesn't cum as often as P, but he cums buckets, I was almost afraid of drowning!! I played with it in my mouth briefly before realising that I couldn't communicate that I ordinarily don't swallow, and don't like to swallow, without permission from the giver, so I had to swallow.
We strolled back to the cabin then, a big grin all over my face, and fell asleep with his cock in my mouth (we didn't wake up like that due to my mouth trying to close around his cock, I had warned him that if he put his cock in my mouth while I was asleep it was at his own risk!)
Stand by for Friday's Adventures!
It was a good idea.... The shower was fun, if a little cramped, and the rope started well, and I was sitting in a rope swing, hanging from the tree and enjoying myself with MB between my legs, when I suddenly felt really sick, and my ears went horribly cold and tingly. And MB got me down from the tree as fast as he could, but suddenly I was in someone's arms as he was getting me down, and I was feeling ok again, if a little tired, and then it slowly dawned on me that I had fainted. For 57 seconds apparently, I was unconscious. Not good. Really not good. I HATE fainting, it's embarrassing and scary for me, it's got to be terrifying for the person who ties you up if you suddenly drop, and it's just generally a horrible experience. I stood there for a while and put my clothes (read: underwear and flip flops) back on, and then we decided that we had probably got things the wrong way around, and we should have had breakfast and then tied me up. Still, lesson learned, seriously! No tying on empty stomachs, it is very bad for you!
I was a demo bottom for a class on breast bondage that day, I'm an H cup, so pretty freakin' perfect if you want to tie up tits! I got 'cupcaked' which is when you tie up the breasts by wrapping them in rope around and around so that when you've finished, the boobs look quite a bit like cupcakes! It was a fun class! Lunch was next, and then D dyed my hair an even brighter shade of red, which looks awesome by the way. But this being rope camp, I was naked and tied to the chair while my hair was dyed, it was fun, especially as all of this happened outside the cabin, with people wandering past and watching. And of course while my dye set in, D got a blow job, again, although a careful one this time because I didn't want to get any dye on his clothes, not that he was wearing many...
Dinner was next, during which I was told that I was 'a slut, but not a very good one' to which I reacted with appropriate indignation, not a good one indeed, why, pray tell? 'Well, if you were a good one, you'd be under the table right now!" I replied that the floor was dirty and was told that meant that I wasn't a slut, so I swore at the man in question and then ducked under the table to prove him wrong. I don't care if that's exactly what he wanted, I don't let the gauntlet fall unheeded. There's a great photo of his plate on the table from his perspective, and looking at it, the next thing you notice is the pair of eyes looking up at the camera from under the table. It's a brilliant shot. We moved outside then, as I exclaimed 'found it!' on emerging from under the table, I don't think anyone fell for it though...
We went to the pool, and he sat on a deck chair, while his female companion of the moment sat next to him and played with herself, but before long, he lifted my head up by my hair and thrust my head between her legs. I didn't complain, it was a lovely place to be, I still hold that I don't get to play with enough women!! Unfortunately her Master had forbidden her to cum, but when I was moved back between the guy's legs, she was told to make me cum because he wanted to see me squirt, she didn't quite succeed, but kept me on the edge of orgasm for a long time trying! She was fisting me in the end, and eventually, I did orgasm, hard.
And then it was fire circle time! We had toasted marshmallows, and drumming, and dancing round the fire in various stages of undress, and people were fire spinning, which is wicked, I got a fire hug as well, I stood very still, naked rather than wearing anything synthetic, and the guy with the chains on fire stood very close in front of me, and spun his chains, and it was very cool, because it was dark, the light of the fire rushed past us as the chains swung, and his eyes were such a cool, pale blue in the firelight, it was wild. Then we parted and I went back to toasting marshmallows and dancing naked round the fire with D, and lots of other fun people.
We watched people cracking flaming bullwhips, and using flaming swords, and in one case, a flaming hula hoop, expertly used! And then D decided it would be a great idea to add to the drumming on my ass. that went on for some time, and then some more time, until his arms were tired and you could have toasted marshmallows on my ass! We wandered off then, and he fucked me up against a tree, wearing his key ring of a PA for the first time while fucking me. It was gooooood. (when I say key ring, think just shy of the tiffany ones you see around)
It just so happened that we were pretty near the dungeon at this point, so we went in, and he tied me up, so that I was horizontal, with my head at the perfect height for cock sucking. So I did plenty of that while my poor bruised tits were tortured, (by this point the bruises had properly developed, and the morning cupcaking had made the right one develop a tartan pattern, we couldn't decide what family the tartan belonged to though! he hit me with various of his implements, his toybox looked like my kitchen drawer, an whisk, a big fish flipper, wooden spoon, spatula... There was a stun baton as well, which made a loud cracking noise, and which really hurt! So much in fact, that for the first time, possibly ever, I had to cry yellow so he wouldn't use it any more! I think however, that I might let revoke my yellow and say it's a go if he's feeling really evil. Am I crazy? (that's a rhetorical question) he moved onto a carving fork then, a really sharp one, it was pointy, and sharp, and made me shiver all over in that delightfully uncontrollable way.
He took me down a while later, after I slapped him across the face for the stun baton, or perhaps for something else, I forget. We wrestled then, and I 'lost' although that depends on your definition. I ended up on my back with him straddling me, both of my wrists locked in one of his hands while he slapped me across the face repeatedly, this is enough to make me both mellow, and soaking, and the sex that ensued was necessary and passionate.
We went to waffle house for a midnight snack, my first time, and an American cultural education, I had a buttermilk waffle with that yummy whipped butter stuff they have, tons of 'breakfast syrup' and sausage, and bacon, which was yummy, and a hash brown with Bert's Chilli and cheese, I don't know who Bert is, but he makes really good chilli! During a funny conversation with the two staff on duty about the American cuisine, and the Royal Wedding (for which one could buy souvenir toilet seats if one's taste had been so awful) neither of them noticed the rope harness I was still wearing, and which was still visible above the line of my dress. Or maybe they were just so used to insanity at the Waffle House at that hour of the morning. On the way back, D got, you guessed it, my mouth around his lovely cock, and I got a dead arm, again.
I had been determined that he should cum in my mouth, and when we got back to camp and stopped the car, we ran round to the back, and I lay in the back of the car with my head over the edge of the boot's rim, deep throating him for all I was worth. Then we switched, and he sat on the edge of the boot (sorry, trunk) while I got on my knees in the wet grass, he finished himself with a hand and filled my mouth with cum, and I mean filled, he doesn't cum as often as P, but he cums buckets, I was almost afraid of drowning!! I played with it in my mouth briefly before realising that I couldn't communicate that I ordinarily don't swallow, and don't like to swallow, without permission from the giver, so I had to swallow.
We strolled back to the cabin then, a big grin all over my face, and fell asleep with his cock in my mouth (we didn't wake up like that due to my mouth trying to close around his cock, I had warned him that if he put his cock in my mouth while I was asleep it was at his own risk!)
Stand by for Friday's Adventures!
Sunday, August 7, 2011
This one time at band camp - Wednesday
That's the catch phrase of Rope Camp 2011 as far as I'm concerned.
I only heard about Rope camp some time last week, at which point I immediately got on the case of sweet talking the event runner into letting me register late, she did, which was wicked, and so, on Wednesday, I packed my bag and headed up to Baltimore, I was picked up at the station, and, seeing as the guy driving has such a lovely cock, it wasn't long before it was deep in my throat, not an easy feat in a car! I paused only at the toll gate, and got back to work as soon as we were through. When we eventually arrived, my arm was dead, completely, but I wasn't complaining, I mean, at least it was my left arm!
So we arrived, registered, got lanyards and cool 'Rope Camp' flasks, and headed towards our cabins. At which point I realised that I needed sheets, so we went to Walmart (apparently the devil shops there) and got sheets. Only, it took us almost an hour to get to Walmart because as we were on the road, I was giving head, and as I was giving head, it didn't really matter how long the journey took (read: very circuitous route, to the point where I actually lifted my head for a moment to ask if we were just going round in circles). But we found the Walmart, got sheets (I have a cool new stripy one!) and then headed back (with blowjob) via the off license, because some genius in Maryland decided that you can't sell alcohol in supermarkets.
Then we got back to camp, christened my new sheets, and went back to D's cabin to chill out, at which point I met the group in the cabin next to D's, a group of New York based riggers, including a cigar smoker, (yes, his ash tray was female). They were a great bunch and I promptly decided to decamp from my boring empty cabin to their much more fun one! So I did, with the official title of Cabin Slut (the ash tray was Cabin Bitch, we also had a Cabin Exhibitionist, a Cabin Dad, and a few other things I think). We got in the pool shortly afterwards, this place was great, cabins instead of tents, real beds (even if they did squeak a lot and I managed to break mine twice) a pool, a massive dungeon, everything! So anyway, we got in the pool and had lots of fun chucking a beach ball around, and then we had dinner, and then it was playtime! We headed to the dungeon in a golf cart 'taxi' with lots and lots of toys, and me wearing my remote vibe, my stainless steel plug, and, umm, oh yeah, nothing else! We got there, found a suspension rig, and D tied me to it so my calves and thighs were tied together and then tied to the top corners of the rig, I was feeling pretty helpless by the time he'd done that! Then he brought out the 'fuck saw' and wow. I have completely lost count of how many times he made me cum with it, but it was a lot, and it was a lot of fun, and when he untied me, my legs just kept shaking for what felt like ages.
We bagged a mat then, and 'tussled' I lost, of course, and I was kind of trying to escape, or struggle but not really... anyway, it was lots of fun, and by the time we were done wrestling round on the mats, it seemed like a very good opportunity to find a sofa and have sex, so we did. (Aftercare is fun!) It was a scene that really left me trembling though, I mean, by the time we'd finished, a tear ran down my face, and I gave it to D, it was a perfect moment, especially because I felt I'd really taken a lot, and the endorphins were rushing round my body like there was no tomorrow.
We got back to the cabin eventually, and went to our separate little single beds and slept (although in my cabin, we stayed up for a while telling filthy jokes).
I only heard about Rope camp some time last week, at which point I immediately got on the case of sweet talking the event runner into letting me register late, she did, which was wicked, and so, on Wednesday, I packed my bag and headed up to Baltimore, I was picked up at the station, and, seeing as the guy driving has such a lovely cock, it wasn't long before it was deep in my throat, not an easy feat in a car! I paused only at the toll gate, and got back to work as soon as we were through. When we eventually arrived, my arm was dead, completely, but I wasn't complaining, I mean, at least it was my left arm!
So we arrived, registered, got lanyards and cool 'Rope Camp' flasks, and headed towards our cabins. At which point I realised that I needed sheets, so we went to Walmart (apparently the devil shops there) and got sheets. Only, it took us almost an hour to get to Walmart because as we were on the road, I was giving head, and as I was giving head, it didn't really matter how long the journey took (read: very circuitous route, to the point where I actually lifted my head for a moment to ask if we were just going round in circles). But we found the Walmart, got sheets (I have a cool new stripy one!) and then headed back (with blowjob) via the off license, because some genius in Maryland decided that you can't sell alcohol in supermarkets.
Then we got back to camp, christened my new sheets, and went back to D's cabin to chill out, at which point I met the group in the cabin next to D's, a group of New York based riggers, including a cigar smoker, (yes, his ash tray was female). They were a great bunch and I promptly decided to decamp from my boring empty cabin to their much more fun one! So I did, with the official title of Cabin Slut (the ash tray was Cabin Bitch, we also had a Cabin Exhibitionist, a Cabin Dad, and a few other things I think). We got in the pool shortly afterwards, this place was great, cabins instead of tents, real beds (even if they did squeak a lot and I managed to break mine twice) a pool, a massive dungeon, everything! So anyway, we got in the pool and had lots of fun chucking a beach ball around, and then we had dinner, and then it was playtime! We headed to the dungeon in a golf cart 'taxi' with lots and lots of toys, and me wearing my remote vibe, my stainless steel plug, and, umm, oh yeah, nothing else! We got there, found a suspension rig, and D tied me to it so my calves and thighs were tied together and then tied to the top corners of the rig, I was feeling pretty helpless by the time he'd done that! Then he brought out the 'fuck saw' and wow. I have completely lost count of how many times he made me cum with it, but it was a lot, and it was a lot of fun, and when he untied me, my legs just kept shaking for what felt like ages.
We bagged a mat then, and 'tussled' I lost, of course, and I was kind of trying to escape, or struggle but not really... anyway, it was lots of fun, and by the time we were done wrestling round on the mats, it seemed like a very good opportunity to find a sofa and have sex, so we did. (Aftercare is fun!) It was a scene that really left me trembling though, I mean, by the time we'd finished, a tear ran down my face, and I gave it to D, it was a perfect moment, especially because I felt I'd really taken a lot, and the endorphins were rushing round my body like there was no tomorrow.
We got back to the cabin eventually, and went to our separate little single beds and slept (although in my cabin, we stayed up for a while telling filthy jokes).
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