Summer Sexploration

John slapped my pussy and told me that I would need to be disciplined for not obeying, for cuming without permission. He spread my pussy wide again and I felt two more clothes pins being placed on the lips, holding my pussy open and exposed. I struggled with the pain, panting into the gag, sweat pouring down my face. I could hear John close by, circling me, occasionally slapping my ass, my tits and my pussy. I was almost beyond reason.

I strained to listen to what he was saying. It seemed to be a one sided conversation, describing how I looked and what he had done and how I was reacting. I could hear words but was having trouble making sense of it thorough the pain and excitement. I was desperate for more, his hands, his mouth, his cock.

Eventually, the clothespins were removed from my nipples and I cried out silently from behind the gag as the blood came rushing back into them. My tits were still bound in the rope and throbbed with each beat of my heart. I was almost shaking with fear at the knowledge of how my pussy would react when the clothespins were removed from the lips. John sucked on my clit as he quickly removed the pins and I writhed in pain and delight. He continued gently lapping my pussy juices until I came once again and all but collapsed from the torment.

The gag was removed once John knew that I could be quiet, and my blindfold undone. The binds attaching me to the trees were dismantled. My wrists were next secured to the back of my head to the collar. I was placed in a kneeling position and knew what was expected of me.

He removed his swim trunks and I coated his hard awaiting cock in my saliva and sucked it greedily into my mouth, desperate to please him. John held my head by my hair and pumped in and out of my opened mouth making me gag as he stuffed himself into the back of my throat. Each time I almost puked, he'd pull out enough to allow me to breathe and recover. I was drooling profusely, I could feel it running down my face, onto my tied, throbbing tits, mixing with sweat and sun lotion.

He was talking dirty, telling me what a dirty little hoar I was and how much it turned him on to use me to his liking. This was making me hot, hearing him telling me such things and I sucked with more vigor and ran my tongue over the hard flesh of his cock, flicking my tongue over the tips and tasting his precum. I wanted to feel his cum spew all over my face and tits. I lapped at his cock and sucked it as deep as I could. Intermittently, John would hold my head to his body, his cock buried deep in my throat and I would be unable to breathe.

Occasionally John would reach down and pinch my nipples so that I was gasping and panting as he continued to pound into my face. I would look up at him with hunger in my eyes and he knew that I was enjoying this as much as he was.

I knew when he was about to explode and stuck my tongue out as he spurted all over me, tasting him on my lips and tongue. I pulled him back into my mouth as he started to come down from his climax, making him growl with the pleasure and pain of my mouth squeezing out the last of it. He pulled my head off of him and collapsed on the blanket with me.

Once John had had time to regain his senses, he freed my arms and unbound my tits. We lay together naked chatting lightly and enjoying the aftermath of a great sexual encounter. Later, we took another dip in the lake- this time skinny dipping together, touching and caressing each others' naked satisfied bodies in the soft, relaxing water.

After cleaning up the items that we had strewn about the island, the kayaks were packed and we spent the remaining hours skimming the surface of the water enjoying the lake as the heat of the day subsided.

Saturday evening

We were back at the campsite. Both of us had showered and felt refreshed and clean. It wasn't quite dinner time, so we settled down to relax by the fire. John started it quickly and soon we were watching the flames as they danced and created magic in the air. Words were few, as they weren't really necessary. It was a time for introspection and both of us were lost in our own thoughts and memories of the day.

I was enjoying my second rum and Diet Coke while John fished a hard cider for himself out of the cooler. It was relaxing and wonderful spending this time together. No family or friends to interrupt. No complications or deadlines. No plans or itinerary. Just fate directing the path of the weekend.

John smiled at me and stroked my hair as he walked over to sit beside me. "What are you thinking about slut?" he murmured. Others may be offended by the denotation, but I am not. I practically purr up at him and he knew that I was pleased with the course of the day's events.

The alcohol was having a soothing affect and my limbs felt heavy and my mind subdued. This was a welcome change from the normal chaos of life and the anxiety I struggle with many days.

Dinner was light. Some hot dogs grilled over the flames on sticks and potato salad from the cooler. I had planned on a nice salad too, but never got around to making it. Neither of us minded.

The light was fading and the air cooling. I shivered slightly and moved closer to the fire. John got me another drink, this time just a small cup of rum. I wanted it to warm me up- the alcohol was coursing in my veins and had made me mellow and pliable. John was on his second drink which is more than usual for him. He likes to be in control and typically drinks very little.

I was feeling a bit tipsy as the stars began to peek out in the dark sky. There were more stars visible at the campground than I can see from my home in the city with all the lights obscuring the view.

I got up to get another drink and John motioned for me to come to him as I returned. He gently took the drink from my hand and pulled me across his lap. He rubbed my ass softly, caressing it gently. His hand found my pussy and clit through my jeans and he began to rub me through the material, teasing me. Occasionally he would reach under my shirt and pinch my nipples through my bra until I was squirming and anxious for more, at which point John would all but subside his ministration leaving me wanting more.

Neither of us noticed when our neighbors strolled over to visit our campsite. Both men stood quietly at the edge of the fire, coughing slightly, as to alert John and I to their presence.

John acknowledged them, but he didn't seem to be in any hurry to stop what he was involved in. I was glad to be face down so that none can see how red my face had become. He invited them to have a seat and introduced himself and me once again as his pet. My actual name has no relevance.

They chatted about their fishing endeavor (or lack of success), how beautiful the lake was from the boat and the weather in general. All this time John continued to play with me while the guys (we learned their names were Paul and Doug) enjoyed a few beers. During this time, I was doing everything in my power to not make any noise, to not let on to them the tormented state I was in.

After Paul and Doug had knocked back 4 or 5 beers, they became a bit more brazen. Paul asked John about my collar, and his reference to me as his pet. They were intrigued and wanted to know how much control over me he had.

John decided to show them rather than tell them. "Slut, get up and go over to that fallen tree" John said.

I got up slowly, and looked at John with a mixture of hope that he'd change his mind and excitement over whatever he had in store. Slowly wasn't what he had in mind. I had hesitated too long. John grabbed the D ring in my collar and yanked me along behind him, I staggered to keep up. He bent me over the tree and demanded that I remain still for him. I knew what was next.

A fallen tree branch made for a makeshift paddle and it was slapped repeatedly on the ass. I held my breath. "Aren't you forgetting something again, slut?" John barked.

Oh God, I forgot to count. Thwap, thwap, thwap...There were too many to count, but I tried as I could between breaths. "One, two, three, thank you sir".

"Four...eleven...nineteen..." He had never gone this long and I was sobbing quietly. At twenty he stopped and rubbed my ass gently with his hand. He told me to stand and remove my clothing. I was at a point of not thinking or questioning. I simply removed the articles of clothing as quickly as possible.

John was showing the men how red my ass was and how warm to the touch. He reached between my legs and found the wetness there that I wished I could deny. "See how much she enjoys the pain and humiliation?"

John had me bend over the tree again, this time naked. He left me there while he retrieved something from the truck, while our visitors stared blatantly and leeringly at me.

John stopped at the picnic table and laid out a huge assortment of toys for the men to regard. He had packed floggers and paddles, crops and evil sticks. He had vibrators and butt plugs, nipple clamps and gags. I had no idea that he had brought so much.

Doug and Paul were practically salivating. Paul was running the soft leather flogger through his hands when John offered him an opportunity to use it. I cringed inwardly wondering, would he get the leather to sting or maybe just caress my flesh with it? He gave me a series of blows worthy of any Master. My skin smarted and I shook violently. Paul then looked to John, who nodded his approval as Paul then licked the welts and fingered my wetness. Doug, not to be outdone or left out, asked for an opportunity as well. John, seeing my discomfort and my marked ass, decided to offer Doug a different option.

John told me to stand and to lean back on the log, with my tits thrust out. I felt so much more vulnerable and exposed, yet grateful for the hiatus from my ass.

Paul selected a crop with a long handle. He started by running it gently across my tits, teasing my nipples to arousal. He slapped my inner thighs, forcing my legs apart and teased my clit slapping it, then rubbing the long handle up and down making me ride it. Paul took the last swig of his beer and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, allowing the warm wetness to drown me in delight. He then stuck the mouth of his beer bottle into my pussy and started to fuck me slowly, stretching me.

I was so humiliated, yet I couldn't help but hump the bottle, yearning for release. Paul and Doug both thought this to be incredibly hot. I reached for my swollen clit and started to rub it vigorously while riding the beer bottle. I was feeling like a woman possessed, drunk on the endorphins coursing throughout my body from the sexual torment.

John decided to change the game slightly. He moved everyone into the tent and handed me my favorite vibrator. "Slut, we want to watch you fuck yourself." John and the 2 visitors sat on the sides of me while I lay back into the sleeping bag. I took the vibrator and slid it easily into my hot, wet hole. The vibrator was on low, but my body was throbbing. "Don't cum until I tell you to slut" John reminded me. Oh, how could I not?

John kissed me deeply while I fucked myself and Doug and Paul grabbed my huge nipples and licked and sucked them while they jerked themselves off. I told John that I couldn't last long and to please give me permission to come. But he wouldn't. It was part of the game.

When I did come, it was hard and fast, as I knew I would be... and without permission. Doug quickly placed himself between my legs and was lapping up my cum and fingering my ass. Paul came all over my face and tits when he heard me lose control. John was whispering in my ear what a good pet I was. How much it pleased him to see what a slut I was. That I was his cum slut to play with as he pleased.

For the next hours, one, two or sometimes all three of them fucked me, covering me in their cum and pushing my body beyond any thought, to a point where the only thing I recognized was the myriad of sensations and feelings.

For the second night, I passed out into a dreamless sex induced haze.

Sunday morning

I experienced déjà vu, as again, I awoke alone in the tent. I always wondered how it is that John is able to fall asleep after me, yet always is up and about before I am.

I peeked out of the tent to see John was sitting by the fire reading a book sipping coffee. He hadn't noticed that I was awake and was lost in whatever it was that he was reading. I was naked with no clothing options available to me. So, for the second morning in a row, I dashed across our campsite, naked, and jumped into the pristine lake.

John looked up with a start when he heard the splash and smiled knowingly at me. John knew that as much as I enjoyed sex, I liked to clean up afterwards. Having slept in it, I had cum dried onto every part of my body, in my hair and that I desperately needed to freshen up. At this point I felt that there was no need to be bashful of the neighboring site.

I scrubbed myself clean of bodily fluids and John tossed me a bottle of travel shampoo to quickly wash the sticky mess out of my hair. Once I was satisfied with the results, I floated lazily in the water allowing my tits to pop out of the water and closed my eyes against the sun. John came to stand on the bank to watch me and remarked that parts of me looked a bit pink and did I perhaps get a bit too much sun yesterday? We both knew why certain parts were pinker than others. He gave me a conspiring wink.

I made us breakfast of French toast with warm maple syrup and sausage links to go with the coffee that John had already brewed. I had worked up quite an appetite last night and I ate with such vigor that John couldn't help but laugh at me.

We had a quite morning at the campsite, both of us fairly exhausted from the previous day's activities. We made love quietly, slowly in the tent then drifted off for a light nap.

Sunday afternoon

After lunch we decided to go down to the beach. It was a beautiful day and we grabbed our towels and followed the path twisting along the lake's edge to the crowded strip of beach that ever camper within 10 miles seemed to gravitate to as well.

I was wearing my brown one piece bathing suit that was cut obscenely low with a sarong around my waist. John was shirtless with and orange bathing suit that complemented his end of summer tan. His powerful legs always turn me on and I was enjoying the view walking along behind him.

We found a small space and put our things down and stretched out in the sun. It was luxurious. Eventually the heat of the sun was enough to herd us into the lake with the rest of the campers. We moved out deep and enjoyed touching each other under cover of the water. People probably knew what we were doing, but couldn't be sure as our hands were hidden beneath the surface.

We alternated between fooling around in the water, swimming in the liquid sunshine, to playing catch with a tennis ball. At one point another couple joined us in a game of monkey in the middle. They were about the same age as us, easy going and interesting. I despise incompetence and stupidity, but they seemed intelligent and educated. We even discussed maybe having dinner together later that night.

I was standing in the water, almost neck deep when John swam up behind me and pulled one of my tits out of the restraint of the fabric. As I said before, the bathing suit was cut obscenely low and made for very easy access (reason #1 why I bought it). I leaned my head back against his chest longing for him to kiss my shoulders and neck while he caressed my nipple.

The licks and nibbles came as expected and the hands on my tits grew more urgent and demanding. I suggested that this wasn't exactly the best time or place for this and maybe we should head back to the campsite. I got no reply, just silence and pinching and fondling. I must admit the sensations through out my body were delightful and I relaxed enjoying myself.

It was then that John swam in front of me and asked me how I was enjoying the water. I started to panic. I trust John, but not knowing who was groping me was unnerving. John held my frantic gaze and told me to relax and close my eyes and to trust his judgment.

The hands moved lower and slid over my shaven mound. They were touching my pussy through the thin bathing suit fabric, rubbing my swollen clit, stroking my ass. The hand slid into the leg of my bathing suit to my wetness and dipped fingers in, curling up to my G spot. I spread my legs wide relishing in the feeling, locking my eyes on John. He was enjoying this and had moved to be directly in front of me, locking my hands together in front of me and, preventing me from moving around to see the invader.

I guessed that it would be the boyfriend of the couple we had just met in the water. I thought I remembered their names to be Ted and Maria. They were both tall people. I hadn't seen them stand side by side, but would guess that she might have him by an inch or so. He was built like a linebacker, with darkly tanned skin, a goatee and bald head. She was a dark featured; perhaps Spanish and a short pixie hair cut that framed her features and made her appear more delicate than I guessed she was.

I was fingered to climax right there in the water in front of hundreds of people who didn't even know it. I bucked against the hand and bit my lip in frustration of not making any noise. Panting, I fell forward against John. As I finished reeling from the climax I rolled my head to gaze blushingly at, not Ted, but Maria.

I have never even kissed a girl let along had an intimate encounter. But it had happened. John and I had discussed that I was curious and that maybe, someday I would like to have the experience. They say, you should try everything in life once... But this was not the way I expected it to happen.

John was watching my expression carefully. He had seen an opportunity and taken it. He now awaited the results. I didn't know how to react. I didn't know what to say. I was horribly uncomfortable when suddenly Ted broke the silence.

"I couldn't help but notice that you were wearing a collar," he began. That was when I realized or rather, comprehended that what had appeared at first to be a corded necklace was in fact a collar on Ted. Additionally, he had wrist cuffs that I hadn't noticed when we had been playing catch in the water.

He grinned broadly at me. I was still speechless. John jumped into the conversation and explained simply that Maria had seen my collar and approached him while we were playing catch and asked for his permission to play with me. Knowing how I would react if I was aware of the situation, John had decided to go for a more subtle approach and simply allowed me to be misled.

I was still trying to wrap my head around it all. "Let's go back to our site and have some dinner and drinks together so we can get to know each other better" Ted suggested. I knew that I still had the deer-in-the-headlights look to me and simply followed along holding John's hand.

When we got to their site, I was taken aback by the huge beautiful camper. And inside was even more luxurious than it appeared from the outside. It was fully equipped and truly a home away from home. Just to the right of the entrance was the dining area and immediately to the left was a kitchen with every convenience necessary to an experienced cook. Through the kitchen area was a bathroom and a spare bedroom which was set up as a small office with every sort of high tech item imaginable. At the far end of the camper was a small, but beautiful master bedroom. The bed took up almost all of the room and was decorated exquisitely. It looked posh and sensuous.

After the tour, Ted started cooking and we sat down with Maria and enjoyed a glass of Shiraz. She told us all about how she and Ted had met online and enjoyed being active in the BDSM community. They were truly a remarkable couple. Ted was an ex-Marine and currently a Systems Analyst. Maria was in Sales and Marketing. They both were able to do the majority of their work from home and made their own hours. They spent lots of time traveling the country in the RV and enjoying life on their own terms.