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).
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