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!
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