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.
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