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The Ad: Chapter 2, The camping trip (2/2) C/W Dino March 2000
We didn't hit the water until closer to ten the next morning. Although
I had wakened around seven or so, Samantha's soft warm body was just
too much temptation for me and I first spent long minutes just
watching her sleep before my hands began to gently trace along those
luscious curves and valleys that her nude form presented to me. Several
times, as my fingers brushed lightly over a nipple or dipped into her
naval, she would sigh softly in her sleep and the corners of her mouth
would curl in a smile.
When I could no longer stand the never ending cuteness of her I pushed
my hand between her thighs and pressed against her sex, feeling her
two rings pressing back against the edge of my hand. With my other
hand I massaged her lower back where she had two little dimples just
above her hip bones. It was then she woke to see me smiling at her.
"I forgot to fuck you last night." I said.
I rolled her onto her back and I lay on top of her taking my hard cock
in my hand and rubbing it up and down in her slit until she was nice
and wet and was shifting her ass around underneath me. Her hands were
grabbing at my head soon after to try to pull me into her. I reached
over to my bag to take out a lock, then I placed her chain under her
head and around her neck. Moving her hands close together under her
chin there was enough length in the chain that I could slip the
shackle of the lock through her two bracelets and click it closed,
trapping her hands at the sides of her head with her hair under the
chain. I lifted myself up a little to get a better view.
Sam looked almost comical with her elbows sticking up and her hands
fastened uselessly underneath her face. Her thick mass of hair was
pressed close by the chain to frame her head. Her need was becoming
urgent, which she demonstrated by bringing up her feet to try and
position my ass closer to her so I could enter her. I guided my cock
to push into her slick tunnel of delight. Sam uttered a low contented
groan as I hit bottom, her hands grasping air, straining to try and
touch me. I held my position for several long minutes, watching her
become more and more aroused until neither of us could stand it any
longer, and then I began to pump forcefully in and out of her tight,
wet vagina.
When she began to make too much noise I lowered my body down to lock
my mouth over hers in an enthusiastic kiss, effectively stifling her
squeals of delight with my tongue. We fucked this way for what seemed
like a long time before her second orgasm triggered mine with her cunt
muscles contracting and tightening around my cock and feeling like a
satiny smooth gloved hand squeezing and milking every last drop of
fluid from my body. God I loved screwing this girl.
I managed to grab a handy towel to wipe myself as I rolled off her,
stuffing the other end between her legs. Dispite the effort there
still ended up a big wet spot on the sheet. The air inside the tent
was hot and reeked of sex. We lay for several more minutes, gasping
and panting from our early morning exertions before I found the key to
unlock her hands.
With an enormous effort of will I got myself up off the bed to make a
start on the day. While I was getting dressed Samantha pulled a dress
from her bag to show me. She held it up and I saw it was a short
sleeveless light blue sun dress with over the shoulder straps that
buttoned to the front. I asked her to try it on so she gathered the
material up and put it over her head, then smoothed the dress down her
body. With her bracelets and the chain it was a bit awkward for her to
get the straps from her back to over her shoulders but she soon had
them buttoned and stood before me, hands still in chains, fully
dressed.
"It's perfect." I told her. "Wear it today. No shoes, no underwear but
put your bikini on underneath later on before we go. You look nice,
Sam." I added.
"Thank you sir." She said. "May I take my bracelets off now?"
"After breakfast." I said. "Now let's get cracking."
The big washrooms on the hill had running water and showers, even
washers and dryers but there were also outhouse type toilets scattered
around, one just at the end of our road, set in amongst the trees.
Most people didn't bother with them because of the smell, preferring
the cleaner big washrooms, but they were good if you couldn't wait or
didn't want to walk so far. Or if you didn't want to be seen by a lot
of people. I handed a towel to Sam telling her to hold it around her
hands, then we set off down the road to the toilet.
I could tell Sam was a little nervous at first, clutching the towel
and her chain tightly in front of her, and we did run into a couple
people along the way, but we just said hi and kept on walking. Just
two people who had recently woken up and heading for the can. Sam went
into the ladies and I, the other, took a piss, then waited outside for
her. I did hear her chain clank on the seat or something but she
finished and we walked back to our site.
Our little clearing in the trees was our home, for now, and mostly
campers respected that. You wouldn't barge into someone's kitchen
uninvited. As I got out the food and stuff from the Jeep, Samantha
stayed near the other side of the table trying to hide the fact her
hands were chained in shackles from passersby on the road. While I
cooked us up some bacon and eggs I did see a couple people seem to do
a double take when they glanced over, but I think it was more
Samantha's beauty that attracted the eye than the bracelets and chain
shinning bright in the morning light, which she was keeping pretty
much out of sight anyway.
We were soon seated before a nice pile of bacon and fried eggs, bread
and cheese, orange juice, and lots of strong coffee to wash it all
down. I helped Sam serve herself so she wouldn't have to reach and
show off or rattle her chain too much. After we'd finished eating I
gathered up the plates and stuff, handed her the dish soap and said
she could take off her bracelets and then do the dishes. Lovely to
look at and so handy to have along. Sam was smiling a lot as she
worked, pleased with herself for passing yet another test of her
willingness to submit to whatever form of perversion came to my mind.
I started to gather up all the things we would need for our outing and
carry them down to the canoe. I'd baked a bannock, which is like a big
bran muffin with raisins and chocolate chips in it, and I cut off some
slices, spread a little butter on them and wrapped them in foil. A few
fresh peaches, a couple cans of pop and that would do for lunch. Some
packaged pastries, a bunch of cookies and my canteen of water for a
snack. I expected we'd be back here for a late dinner at some point in
the evening.
From the bottom of my clothes bag I pulled out the bit gag I'd bought
for Sam. I'd actually found this last year at a sex store downtown and
from the moment I had lain eyes on it, although there was no one in my
life at that point to use it on, I knew that I had to have it for my
collection. It was black rubber in the shape of a dog bone with two
steel rings through the ends and a leather strap. The reason it had
caught my fancy is that it was quite stiff, and upon closer
examination I discovered that the rubber had been molded around a thin
steel bar, the rings passing through holes in the rubber and the steel
as well. Held tight in one's mouth by a chain and a lock, the device
would be almost impossible to remove, short of sawing through the
chain. The leather strap and buckle would do for now though. I added
some chains, three locks for which I left the keys in my bag, and on
the way to the boat I picked up Sam's bracelets from the table where
she'd left them. I told her sunscreen should make a slippery enough
substance for her to get them on later.
We made a trip to the washrooms to clean up and stuff, then we hit the
water, a bit later than I'd planned, but the sky was clear and the day
gloriously hot. I knew it was about a leasurely three hour paddle to
the falls and with Samantha along to help we could set an easy pace.
From our site we paddled around our end of the lake and found the
mouth of the river. Again, upon entering the river, in only a short
time we found ourselves totally alone with only the sounds of nature
around us. Actually we did meet up with several people in canoes
coming or going along the river and after a few pleasantries were
exchanged we each drifted off our separate ways.
We stopped where the new bridge was built for the bike path, an orange
painted steel and wood structure to save the bikers from wading
across the river as I'd seen them do before, cursing at having to get
their feet wet, holding their bikes up out of the water. There use to
be rocks in the river here and it was difficult to get through by
boat, but now the park workers had removed a lot of them and we could
paddle under the bridge without having to get out and push. We stopped
for a swim, Sam stripping off her dress and I, my tee shirt. I could
see on Sam's bum, a couple of marks from her whipping last night
peeking past her bikini bottom, but it simply looked more like marks
from the canoe seat, or from something else. After applying more sun
screen we pressed on.
We had to stop again and get out so I could pull the boat up over a
beaver dam, our bare feet sinking in the gooey ooze the industrious
creatures had used to plug between the jumble of branches and trees
that made up the dam. Paddling on past the dam I pointed out to Sam
the rounded piles of brush that were the beaver's dens. I noted in
that area the spot where the river branched that we would take on the
way back and pointed it out to her. We encountered one more dam along
the way, this one much bigger now than last time I was here. The
little buggers had been busy and it was a bit of a struggle to get us
past it.
After many more twists and turns in the river the roar from the
waterfall began to reach us. Around the last bend and the vista opened
before us. Well, it's not a big falls but the river flowed over the
pinkish coloured boulders in a twisting fashion creating a rather
spectacular panorama. There were several people about, in the water or
sunning on the rocks. This little slice of heaven is located at the
crossroads of the river, a hiking trail and the bike trail. A bridge
stretched over the falls for people to walk across and there were
toilets in the woods on the other side.
After we got out I tied the boat to a bush, then Sam and I went
exploring. At the top was another big pool and after I made sure
Samantha knew the rock might be slippery we waded into the fast moving
current at the start of the falls. We spent a good three hours in the
area. I'd brought along a watch so I knew. Sam helped me carry the
canoe up the path to the pool at the head of the falls and we lay on
the rocks in the sun, swam in the water when it got too hot, then lay
on the rocks some more. After a snack we set out again to travel a
little farther up the river.
Just a bit past the falls is what was left of one of the old railway
bridges. Huge square blocks of gray stone had been used to shore up
the river banks and the ominous looking structures towered over us in
our tiny boat. The wooden beams or, perhaps steel of the bridge was no
longer there, salvaged when the tracks were torn up, but the stone
abutments still stood proud, a testament to the engineers of days gone
by. A little past the bridge and we stopped at another waterfall, this
one not so spectacular as the last, just a long area of gray rock
where the river tumbled down and around the stones. We took our lunch
along a trail that led around the rapids and stopped to eat on a hill
top overlooking a marshy area where the river continued.
"Is this the swamp?" Samantha asked me.
"It's a swamp," I answered, "but not the one we'll visit later."
"It's really beautiful up here. Thanks for bringing me."
"Thank you for coming, Sam. I'm pleased that I could share it with
you. I always like places like this, wide open, quiet. It's such a
contrast from work, the crowds of the city. I think it would get
boring after a while, I'd miss the bustle of city life, things to do,
but it makes a nice break, don't you think?"
"I don't know Jim, I've lived in the city all my life. My parents use
to send me to an aunt's cottage in the country when I was little, for
a few weeks in the summer. It was nice, the little town nearby, open
spaces, swimming in the river. I use to think I'd like to live out
there, but then there came college and a job, friends, you know."
"A life." I said with a laugh. "Yes, I know. It's nice now in the
summer but when it's all under eight feet of snow there's not much to
do around here. You could own a store or rent rooms to tourists but
then you work all summer to make enough money to travel someplace warm
in the winter. There's not a lot of night life in the towns around
here. Even if you had enough money that you didn't have to work, I
think you could run out of things to do pretty quickly."
"I guess." Sam replied.
We sat together on the grass watching big fluffy white clouds track
shadows across the marsh. Later on I roused myself to gather up the
remains of lunch and we headed back to the boat. A leasurly float, the
flow of the river gently carrying us along, and we returned to the
waterfalls for a short swim before carrying the boat around and
setting it in the pool at the base of the falls.
It was much easier going back with the current taking us with it. The
big beaver dam was less of a problem as I just had to hold onto the
rope and push the canoe down the side of the pile of sticks. Then we
waded out and climbed back in. It was close to four in the afternoon
when I spotted the gap in the bush where the other river was and we
turned in. More of a stream really, deep enough where it was narrow,
but in a few places where it widened we had to get out and walk along
the sandy bottom carrying the boat, the water barely ankle deep.
"Are you going to be all right doing this on the way back?" I asked.
"I don't know. Am I?"
I grinned at her. "Maybe not, but we'll manage somehow."
The shallow spots weren't that long, the ever present beaver dams were
not big either, and we made the beginning of the swamp in about an
hour. I stopped in a shallow spot to hand Sam her bracelets and the
sunscreen bottle. I told her to take off her bikini and to put her
dress back on. After doing that she rubbed some of the lotion over her
hands and pushed the bracelets on over them. Then I grabbed the chain
in the middle and pulled her to me for a nice big kiss. I gave us both
a spritz of bug repellent and after climbing up over another beaver
dam, we entered the marsh. Sam was sort of awkward trying to paddle
with her hands chained but we were in no hurry now and I told her to
relax, to just push when we needed to turn or something.
Away from the dam the water was still and calm. The unusual thing
about this area was where there was open water it was fairly deep, but
the vegetation had formed sort of close islands all around, the roots
of the plants and bushes keeping the soil in thick clumps so the sides
going down in the water were steep. You could get a boat close to the
islands and if you were willing to scramble through the plants you
could climb up and have a good view over the big area. But from down
in the canoe the water seemed to branch again and again and you
couldn't really tell where you were since the islands, some of which
were rather large, blocked your view.
I knew from past explorations that there was a clearing of sorts at
the far side that we could get to and it overlooked the entire area. I
set my compass down in the bottom of the boat and we began to work our
way around the maze of islands. Except for the sounds of our paddles
in the water, the tinkling of Sam's chain, the buzz of insects and the
occasional screech of a bird, the swamp was dead silent. Clouds
covered most of the sky now. The weather report had forecasted rain
later on tonight, and I hoped it would hold off until we finished up
here and got back to camp. At least without the sun it wasn't so hot.
When we got to what I figured was mid way I drove the canoe between
two clumps of plants to steady it, then asked Samantha to turn around
and face me.
I took two short pieces of chain and a lock from a bag. I motioned to
Sam to bring her feet closer to me and I lay one chain on her foot.
"I have three locks with me." I told her, "and the keys are all back
in the tent. I'd like to chain your feet together now, and once the
lock is closed, that commits us to carry out the plan I told you about
yesterday. Do you still want to go through with this?"
While I was speaking I was putting the chains around each of
Samantha's ankles and hooking the ends through the lock. The two
chains were long enough not to be tight around her ankles but too
short to slip off over her heels. I held the open lock with my fingers
while running my other hand up and down her leg. I could see a brief
moment of indecision flicker in her eyes, fear at being helpless out
here, fear of what would or could happen to her. In the end I saw her
smile, the thirst for adventure winning out over practicality.
Sam didn't have to tell me, I saw her decision written large across
her face when she looked up at me. I smiled and clicked the lock
closed, that final sounding snap seemingly loud in the silent marsh. I
lifted both her feet up to rest them on the center thwart, the lock
hanging down and banging against it, then I bent down to lovingly
plant little kisses on all ten of her sweet little toes. Then, after
Samantha had settled back in front, I pushed off the bank and got us
moving again.
I'd seen several areas along the way with of some kind of a plant
growing in the water, some sort of reed or water grass. It had long,
thick leaves and when we came upon a large bunch of it I steered the
boat into the middle to stop and use my knife and start cutting some
of the strands. Sam watched curiously as I took two of the stalks
together and smacked them down on my bare leg a couple times. Then she
got it. I stretched out to smack her bare arm with the stiff leaves.
"Ow!" She exclaimed. "That hurt!"
I smiled and continued cutting the stalks until I had ten of them,
trimmed to all the same length, about two feet. I used a different
part of the plant, a softer yet more fibrous stalk to bind the bundle
of leaves tightly together at the base and again a few inches up. I
held the finished handicraft up for Samantha's approval. A very
passable flogger, I thought.
After taking a couple blind alleys and having to back track a bit, we
finally rounded a bend and came upon the edge of the marsh where the
little clearing was. The rocky hillside could be glimpsed through the
trees. The boat bottomed out on the sandy shore and I stepped out,
then pulled my end up over a fallen tree. Sam put her feet in the
water and I helped her stand up, then told her to stay there while I
went to have a look around, not that she could go very far.
I hiked up the hill a little until I came to the rocks and looked
around. The rock face of the cliff was mostly overgrown with plants
but there were several big boulders at the base. I went back to the
boat and pulled it up onto the shore, then I untied the rope from the
boat, got another lock, and went to Sam.
"I'd like to make a small adjustment to your bracelets." I told her.
I pushed her chain underneath one bracelet, then put the shackle of
the lock through a link. I did the same with the other ring, then
looped the lock through the chain link. Before I closed the lock I
looked at her and, seeing only a look of accepting trust, I clicked
the lock closed. Now, with the chain through the rings taking up space
she could never slip them over her hands and her wrists were held
closer together, only a couple inches apart. I unbuttoned the straps
of her dress, then gathered the material up to pull it over her head
and off her arms. I folded the dress and placed it on the seat of the
boat, putting a life jacket over it so it wouldn't blow away if it got
windy. Then I picked up my precious Samantha to carry her to shore and
up into the woods.
Ever since we'd entered the marsh I could see Samantha grow more
accepting as the reality of the situation unfolded. I'd taken her the
distance, from companion to owned creature, from a free person to now,
a trussed up and helpless little animal being lugged through a
deserted forest to her eventual slaughter. I could feel her tension as
I carried her, hitched up over my shoulder, her chained hands dangling
down my back, her chained feet bobbing before me. She'd kick her feet
a bit or pull with her hands, the chains snapping taught, her limbs
pinned in sturdy steel, and I'd hear her moan softly as her submission
grew deeper. I slid a hand up her thigh to feel her pussy, hot, wet
with her arousal, and I knew this was going to be good. My cock had
been straining at the front of my swim trunks for a while now, eager
to get on with it.
I came to the rocks and set Sam down on a patch of soft grass. She
could barely focus her eyes at first, so deep was she into her role as
a helpless little creature and I just held her and stroked her for a
while. She was constantly moving, shifting her legs, fidgeting with
the bracelets and chain with her hands, trying to find some means of
escape, of which there was none, and wouldn't be for quite some time
now. I held her hands tightly in mine.
"Samantha." I called to her. "Samantha."
Finally the glazed look left her eyes and she turned her face to me.
"It'll be O.K." I said to her.
She took a few deep breathes. "I'm all right. I just," she began to
twist her hands and shake her feet against the chains again "oh, oh!"
It only took a couple of light strokes of my finger to bring her off
in an explosive orgasm that had her clutching tightly to my arm and
thrashing her legs around. I wrapped my other arm around her ankles to
hold her legs so she didn't hurt herself in the chains and I let her
ride it out. When she was done I relaxed my grip on her and waited for
her to recover. After a while her eyes flickered open and she looked
at me.
"Does little one feel better now?" I asked.
She smiled. "Thank you master, little one needed that."
"Shall we continue?"
"If it pleases master, may we?"
"I need to get some things from the boat," I told her, "wait here for
me."
I left her to go the short distance to the canoe. From the hill I
could see over the whole marsh and I verified we would not be
disturbed by anyone for at least a while. From the boat I got the
length of rope, my axe, her gag, and all the towels. They'd make a
nice padding over a big rock that I'd noticed earlier. I picked up the
flogger I'd made, then quickly returned to Samantha. As I approached I
saw she'd stood up and was trying to walk a bit in the chains. She
could only move her feet an inch or two each step and on the rough
terrain she was having trouble even keeping her balance, let alone
making any progress. When I got to her I saw, incredibly, she was once
again close to cumming. This time my dick said, "i will not be
denied." I listened to him, he's usually right.
I dropped the things I was carrying and stepped to her. Sam fell to
her knees before me, hands held up in supplication.
"Master." She said in a small voice. "Please help me."
Hooking my thumbs in the waistband of my shorts I pulled them down and
stepped out of them. My raging member sprang free and she immediately
took it in her mouth. But I was past that stage and I took her head to
ease her down on the small patch of soft grass, then I knelt in front
of her. Hooking my fingers through her ankle chains I lifted her feet
high in the air and inched closer to her, spreading my knees on each
side of her hips. I lined up, then entered her in one smooth stroke,
filling her up. Her hands flew to her face and she let out a little
yelp, then I began to swiftly bang into her, holding her chain,
pulling her feet close against my face. I opened my mouth to lick her
feet, then started to gently bite them on the sides and the tougher
skin of her soles as I felt the cum boiling in my loins. Sam started
screaming, low throaty sounds of lust that echoed back to me from the
rocky cliff nearby, but I didn't care, so far gone was I.
I yelled loud too as I came, my cum blasting into her again and again,
leaving my head spinning when I was done. I slumped down over her, her
legs pressed down to her chest with my weight, our foreheads touching,
tremors racking us both.
I managed to roll off her and fall on my back onto the forest floor
with my arms and legs spread out. My hand came down on the things I'd
dropped and I felt the rubber gag under my knuckles. I was vaguely
aware of Sam stretching her legs out and rolling over to put her hands
upon my chest. I picked up the gag and held it near her face, her
intake of breath indicating to me when she'd managed to focus her eyes
on it. I felt her move her hands to take the gag from mine and when I
turned to look she had it held in her mouth and was looking at me. The
vision of her pretty face with the black rubber bar between her teeth
brought me back to reality quickly and I raised myself up to fasten
the straps around her head. I gathered up her hair and had her hold it
out of the way, then I buckled the gag tightly in back of her neck.
Samantha tried to speak but only a garbled sound was heard. She yelled
and the gag muffled the scream somewhat. The two big rings of the bit
pressing slightly against her cheeks contrasted with the small silver
one through her nostril. I moved close to kiss her, pushing my tongue
past the bit to feel hers trapped behind the rubber prison. I liked
it.
I sat up and retrieved my shorts, pulling my watch from the pocket. It
was going on to six o'clock.
"We'd better get a move on." I said.
It would be dark by ten, sooner if the cloud cover got thicker. I'd
brought a flashlight but didn't think much of our chances on finding
the way out of the marsh in the dark. I gathered up the towels I'd
brought and spread them over a nearby boulder, then went back to
Samantha and carried her over to it. The rock was shaped a lot like a
spanking bench, low and with a concave top shaped to cradle someone's
tummy nicely. I leaned Sam face down over the bolder with her feet
just off the ground on one side and her hands hanging down over the
other. Then I took the rope and threaded it through her two bracelets,
pulling the ends even. I threw one end around one side, laid the other
end around the base of the stone, then retrieved the end at the other
side. The two ends I tied together around the chains at her feet.
The stone had a groove around the base where it met the ground so when
I pulled the rope tight it drew her feet and her hands close to it
with the rope slipping under the thicker upper part, making it
impossible for Sam to lift herself off it. I walked around to her head
and she turned her face up to me, drool dripping from her gagged
mouth.
"I've got to go find a nice stick to beat you with." I said. "Don't go
away."
I picked up my shorts and put them on, then I picked up the flogger
and tossed it towards where Sam was tied. I took the axe and I
disappeared into the woods. First, I went to the boat and scanned the
marsh to make sure we were still alone. I happened on the perfect
stick lying in the stream near the boat, soft and springy from soaking
in the water. Then, quietly, I moved back to where I could sit on a
fallen tree and watch my pretty captive struggle. I watched her for
perhaps half an hour while I idly worked on the stick with my knife.
She'd struggle to free herself a bit, then settle down to wait. Her
hair, so lovely, but now a major annoyance, would cover her face when
she tried to look around and I watched her thrash her head to try,
unsuccessfully, to dislodge it from her eyes. Then she would give up
and settle down to wait for my return.
I watched her get more and more agitated until she began to make
noises, and then started screaming, the sounds a little loud, but
there was no one around to hear anyway. She really began to thrash
around and I was almost going to run to her when I saw her body get
all tense and her hips push downward with her thighs clamped tightly
together, straining against her bondage, in the grips of a major cum.
Her high pitched, keening wail echoed off the rocks as her orgasm
blasted through her, shaking her body against the stone until she
slumped down, spent, or so I thought.
Samantha was only still for a few seconds before I saw her start to
struggle against the bonds again, and I saw her quickly achieve
another frenzied orgasm. Her cum seemed like it would never end and it
was then that I did rush to her to try to settle her down. In her
struggles, if she was to sprain an ankle or wrist, wrapped in
unyielding steel, the situation could soon grow to an enormous problem
way out here. I ran to her rock and held her head up to me so she
could see me. The sight of her face gave me a start.
She looked like she had been crying for a while now and her face and
her hair were soaked with her tears and slobber. Being unable to
properly close her mouth with the gag in, her drool had run into her
nose and must have been choking her. She was still shaking and
screaming, her eyes unable to focus on me, her orgasm unabated as I
held her head and screamed her name over and over. Then her eyes
widened as she recognised me finally.
"Mfft. Mfftr. Viff ee!" She sputtered.
I reached for the buckle to her gag to remove it while wiping her
face with a corner of the towel. The tension in her body dropped a
notch but she began to shake her head making it harder to ungag her.
At last the buckle came free and I pulled the bit from her mouth. Her
mouth was sore and her breathing laboured so I just stroked her for a
moment to let her catch her breath. I was shocked again when she
managed to finally speak.
"Oh Master, that was fantastic." She said, smiling widely. "Please
don't stop now. I need it so bad. Whip me. Please? Hurry?"
"You're all right?" I asked incredulously. "It looked like you were
dying"
Her eyes had already glazed over. I had just turned to pick up the
flogger I'd made when I heard her call again.
"Master? The gag?"
I held her head once more. "Yes, little one. Thank you."
Brushing all her hair over the top of her upside down head with my
fingers was easy and I pushed the bit into her eager mouth to buckle
it tightly once more. Then I took up my flogger and began to lay it
onto her quivering flesh. I began slowly, maddeningly lightly at first
but soon I was putting more and more effort into the strokes, hitting
her from shoulders to the soles of her feet, and everywhere in
between. That ridiculous green flogger I'd made in ten minutes stood
up surprisingly well, turning out to be much more effective than I
ever would have guessed. The fibrous leaves began to break down a
little after several minutes hard use, but they held together and
actually became more supple, allowing me to put more effort into the
whipping, with the strands striking her skin evenly and yet not
causing any significant damage.
I'd lost count of the number of orgasms she'd had, it was mostly one
long continuous one with peaks and valleys of shaking, moaning and
squirting of girl cum from her swollen and grasping pussy. When the
leaves of the flogger became too ratty to have much effect I quickly
snatched up the stick I'd dropped and began to smack her with that,
mainly on the more cushioned skin of her bum, but the backs of her
thighs presented a nice target also. Sam's previous moaning became
garbled curses, then screams, as the supple stick bit into her flesh.
Of course I kept my swings in check, never wanting to leave any
serious marks on her beautiful body. Certainly I would never forgive
myself If I marked her in any permanent way. But I spared no effort in
making sure she experienced this session to the fullest, and that
hopefully it would be one to remember in a good way.
I don't know how long it went on but finally I saw she'd had enough
and I stopped. Her whole backside was a more or less an even flaming
red colour and there were long minutes listening to her sob while I
waited for her to calm down. I undid her gag but she had it clenched
tightly between her teeth so I left her for a moment to check the
marsh. There was still no one around that I could see so I went back
to Sam with the canteen of water. She'd unclenched her teeth and the
gag was on the ground below her head. I Held her head up and dribbled
some water over her lips, then poured some in my hand to gently pat it
over her back.
After untying the rope holding her down, I worked on the muscles of
her legs and then her arms before helping her off the rock. She'd been
tied down tightly over the boulder for well over an hour and was stiff
as well as sore from her ordeal. But when I sat on the stone she moved
a little to curl herself around my side, and looking up, she smiled.
"Thank you master."
Those three little words and my heart soared, content that I had not
pushed her over the edge, that I had taken her there and brought her
back safely.
We stayed for about an hour longer as I held her and chased the bugs
off her. I took a towel down to the water and after rinsing her cum
from it I took it back to lay it's coolness on her burning hot back.
Later on I helped her into her dress, then carefully picked her up and
got her settled into the canoe and I started on the trip back to camp.
From the cliff side I'd mapped out a more direct route back to the exit
from the marsh and we made the beaver dam after only a half hour or
so. There was a moment of anxiety when, after I'd taken Sam out of the
boat and had shifted it past the dam, her feet, where she was standing
in the water, had sunk down into the muck. A branch or root or
something snagged on the chain around her ankles and when I tried to
lift her she let out a squeal. However I reached down and managed to
untangle her and got her settled back in the boat. On the shallow
spots I had to once again carefully lift her out of the boat and let
her stand in the water while I pulled it past, then go to her to carry
her back to the canoe. It was only just beginning to get dark when we
reached the main river again, although there was still enough light
left for us to get back safely. The wind was beginning to pick up a
little and after I got us around the last dam I buckled a life jacket
around Sam's middle. She couldn't get her arms through with the chain
on but it was better than nothing, if the boat would have tipped she
would have probably sunk like a rock.
I handed her a less wet towel to cover her chained hands in case we
met someone along the way, then I leaned on the paddle to get us home.
Sam had been in pretty rough shape when we left but now that we were
clear of the marsh and back on the main river she started to open up a
bit. She turned back and smiled sweetly at me.
"That was absolutely incredible back there master. Thank you."
"You don't have to call me master now," I reminded her, "Jim will do."
"I still seem to be your captive, sir." She said, wiggling her chains
and making them rattle. I watched as she winced when her weight
shifted onto a tender spot.
"Are you very sore?" I asked.
Sam gave a little giggle. "Oh yes. I feel terrible, and wonderful at
the same time."
"Tell me about it, Samantha."
I'd asked her more to give her something to do, since we still had
about an hour left before we got back. But then I sat spellbound as
she revealed to me her innermost feelings on what had transpired on
that hillside overlooking the marsh. By the time she'd finished, my
erection was threatening to burst the front of my shorts.
"It was last night when you chained my hands together and then told me
you'd left the key back at camp.. I started to get scared in case
someone saw me like that, and then I started to get really scared,
especially after you locked me to the tree and I thought "what if
something happened to you and I'd be stuck there like that for God
knows how long." But then everything ended up great and you got me
back home O.K.
"Last night in bed I started thinking how hot I'd gotten chained up to
that tree and I didn't really know why. But I understand now, master.
It was partly the fear of the unknown, of what could have happened,
but didn't. Fear of someone coming along and seeing me like that too.
But mostly it was today when you first chained me, when these locks
clicked closed and I knew neither of us had any way to get them off
me. I knew that I was totally in your power then, that I couldn't do
anything anymore without your help. I couldn't walk, if you'd have
left me there I could never have gotten out of that swamp.
"Then you gagged me and tied me down to that rock. I couldn't move at
all and I couldn't even yell for help, not that anyone would hear. I
began to think that you had left me there all alone and I really began
to panic. I couldn't get free and I could hardly breath and then I
started to get so worked up that I just started cumming like crazy. I
felt as though I would be there forever, chained down to that big rock
with a rubber bit stuck in my mouth. I felt like I was floating away,
that there was nothing else around but me and that big rock I was
chained down to.
"It was beautiful, master, thank you."
I'd stopped paddling at some point and we'd been drifting with the
current while I listened to her. I wanted to take her in my arms to
hold her close, but it would have to wait until later, when we reached
the campsite. It was a while before I could speak again.
"Thank you, Samantha. You are wonderful, more than I could ever have
hoped for. I'm really glad you enjoyed yourself today."
"But master," she said, "You only got to cum once while I did so many
times. You did all the work while I had all the fun and now I can't
even help you row the boat."
I pushed us back into the middle of the river and got us going again.
"I usually come here alone," I said, "since my wife passed away. It's
nice, a chance to clear my head. But today, with you, it's like a
whole new world has opened for me."
"Did. . . ." Sam began. "Did you take Susan to the marsh?"
"She's seen it, but not to do what we did there. She didn't like to do
stuff like that out in public. We always kept the kinky stuff in
private, at home. Even with friends like Mike, who knew what we were
up to, Susan was never comfortable admitting what we use to do in the
privacy of our house."
Even as I spoke another canoe rounded a bend and passed alongside
ours. Sam had seen them, an older couple with a big Husky dog between
them and she just sat back on her heels to cover her chained ankles
with her dress while holding a towel over her hands.
"Evening" The man said.
"Might get some rain soon." I answered.
Samantha did look a little rough around the edges and the woman in the
other boat picked up on it.
"You youngsters O.K.?" she asked.
"Wife got a little too much sun earlier on," I said. "her back's a bit
raw."
Sam managed to suppress her fit of giggles until the other canoe had
gone. When she'd settled down I told her that Sue would have been
mortified if some stranger had seen her chained up in a canoe and she
could never have gone through with what we did today.
Sam said "I think most of the fun was never knowing if someone might
come along and see me like this. I don't know what they'd do about it
though. Maybe run and tell the park rangers that I'd been captured by
a slave trader and you were escaping with me in a canoe."
That absurd notion gave us both the giggles and I made various pirate
references until we made the end of the river and the lake opened
before us. In the open water now, I could see far away lightning
flashing and the low boom of thunder could be heard rolling around the
hills.
"Arrr, git the wimmin chained below, she be blowin' up a storm tonight"
It was past nine when the canoe grounded out on the shore behind our
site and I had Sam stand in the water while I pulled the boat up onto
land. I then took her in my arms and kissed her lovingly before
carrying her up and into the tent. Setting her down on the bed I
rummaged in my bag until I found her keys, then finally she was free.
Well, she still had her bracelets with the connecting chain on, but at
least she could move her hands apart a little more now.
"It's dark enough now," I said, "and I'd really like it if you left
these on for a while longer. I'm starving but I have to get the tarp
up before it starts to rain. I can do it myself but if you think
you're up to it I could use some help."
"Just let me change and I'll be out in a minute." She said.
I opened the truck to pull out my big tarp, then I lowered the rope
I'd strung up earlier. I was just spreading the tarp along the rope
when Sam came out of the tent. She'd put on her jeans and her feet
were bare. Over her shoulders was what could best be described as a
poncho, a woven blanket thing with a hole for her head. It draped
down over her arms and covered her chained hands nicely. She'd brushed
out her hair and the whole effect was a kind of earthy, native
American Indian girl look, that forced me to stop working and just
stare.
"Sam, you look great!" I said, standing there with my mouth open.
When she came closer I examined her more closely. She had her tube top
on underneath and the poncho had pictures of trees and animals of the
forest woven into the design.
"I like it." I told her.
We got the tarp up with little problem and I set up the stove on the
table, then lit the lantern and set it on low. I had a container of
frozen beef stew and one of spaghetti sauce, but we settled on the
stew, quicker and less fuss. While Sam tended the pot I went to the
canoe to gather up all the stuff from before, then turned the boat
over and returned. I found the locks I'd used on Sam, and from the
tool box in the truck I got out a can of WD-40 and sprayed some oil
into them to drive out the water so they wouldn't get ruined. Then I
gathered up stuff for dinner and set the table.
I had to move the truck so the back was under the tarp and we'd just
started eating when the rain began. The stew, along with some bread
and cheese was helped along with a bottle of nice wine. I saw Sam
squirming on the hard boards of the picnic table and with the rain
pounding on the tarp over our heads I had to shout for her to hear.
"Are you O.K." I asked her. "You're not too sore?"
"A little. It's all right."
By the time we'd finished the meal the rain had let up somewhat and
after I gave the dishes a quick rinse I gathered up some dry towels,
my soap and shampoo, and taking my big umbrella, we set off to the
washrooms. The road was muddy and Sam stopped to roll the cuffs of her
jeans up a little, then I held her close under the umbrella as we made
our way to the showers. Along the back of the washroom building was a
row of perhaps eight doors, each leading to a cosy little niche. A few
of the rooms were occupied but there was no one else around. I opened
the door to let Sam enter, then I went in behind her, closed the door,
and turned the lock.
The shower was divided into an area to take your clothes off and
another where the shower was. It was big enough for a mother to wash a
kid or two in there so there was enough room for the two of us. I
turned on the water and then helped Sam take her clothes off, hanging
them on the pegs on the wall. Before Sam got under the spray I
adjusted the temperature so the water was a little cool, better to
sooth her still burning back and bum. With all the noise Sam liked to
make, fucking her was out of the question since I could hear other
people in the rooms nearby, but I satisfied my desires of the flesh by
soaping her lovely body and mine, then rubbing myself all over her.
With my slippery hands I massaged her tired muscles and soothed her
tortured skin until she was purring with contentment. I washed her
hair and mine, I kissed her, and told her how much I loved her, in
hushed whispers in her ear. She had me sit down on the cool tile floor
while she took my cock into her mouth and sucked on it until I blew a
big load of hot cum down her throat as the water splashed down upon
us. We must have been in there over an hour, and after we'd dried each
other off and gotten dressed again we both felt a whole lot better.
We passed a few people along the road and I saw a couple guys trying
not to be too obvious in raping Sam with their eyes. With her hands in
chains hidden under her poncho and her radiant face beaming above we
simply said hi and went our separate ways. I felt pleased as hell in
having her all to myself. At the campsite, Sam made us a pot of tea
and we sat in the screened front part of the tent long into the night
eating cookies and drinking tea, talking. Sam told me that she use to
wear the two steel rings on her wrists a lot before she had the chain
added to them.
"I really liked the idea of the chain connecting them at first, I saw
something exactly like this in some movie once, a girl in a harem I
think it was, but then I realised that it wasn't a very practical idea
after all. I thought I'd like to wear them out in public, where people
would see it and think I was some kind of slave girl or something. But
I began to realize that most people don't think like that, that it
would just be too wierd for others to accept seeing me with my hands
chained together. I saw this poncho for sale at a flea market and I
thought it might let me wear the chain outside, but every time I was
going to do it I chickened out and didn't. But out here where we don't
know anybody it just seems right somehow. I don't feel as strange
walking around like this as I would back home."
"Well it is weird Sam, and it's too bad because if it was just the two
of us I would have you wear them all the time. Straight people just
can't accept a lot of the things we like, the stuff we do. Things are
getting a little better with bondage and S and M moving slowly into
the mainstream, what with movies and things you see on television
sometimes. You're starting to see more of it around and people are
finding out it's not so horrible after all."
"It was really nice, what we did in the swamp today."
"It was great." I said. "But if someone had come along and wanted to
cause a stink, I could land in jail for doing that to you. Even though
it was consensual, even if you said you liked it, they'd just think
you're nuts and then send you off to the funny farm."
"Mmmm, I wonder if they'd chain me up to my bed."
I laughed. "I doubt it. They'd probably make you wear a nice suit and
have you sit in an office all day. Teach you to be Miss Prim and
Proper."
"Yuck! I get enough of that working at the bank."
Later on we went out to take a piss and look at the lake. I could
still see lightning flashing around us and the air was beginning to
have a definite chill to it. We went back and I did a check of the
tent before we crawled into my big sleeping bag for the night.
Samantha was out like a light and I lay next to her for a while,
feeling her warmth and listening to her even breathing before sleep
finally overtook me.
I was awakened at some point by a loud rumbling of nearby thunder and
the pounding of rain on top of the tent. I shone the flashlight around
our snug abode but the water had not found it's way inside. Sam was
awake, touching me, looking lovely beside me and we ended up making
slow, sweet love, her cries of passion matching the energy of the
storm as it passed over us. We slept long into the gray morning, the
pitter-pat of water dripping off the trees a soothing background to
the cozy warmth of our little love nest.
Sunlight was breaking through the cloud cover when we finally went
outside to greet the day. After a trip to the can we got started on
making breakfast. Sam wore her poncho with just a pair of shorts and
her chained bracelets underneath. I had a flannel shirt and cotton
shorts. It was cooler today than before, a definite change in the
weather after the storms of the night had passed through. A good thing
too, the added clothing would cover the redness of Sam's back. The
backs of her legs were reddened also, but it was fairly even and just
looked like a mild case of sunburn. Some places on her back, and in
particular on her bum, there was no mistaking the fact she'd been
whipped and beaten with something. Her bum had several raised welts
which were still quite tender and there were some bruised purple spots
as well.
We both felt good, however, well pleased with the outcome of our foray
into the marsh, and we enjoyed a leasurly and hearty breakfast.
"If you feel up to it," I said, "we could paddle the other river
today. It's a long row but it's nice, no beaver dams to climb over."
"Sure. Sounds good."
"Umm. Do you think you could leave your chain on?"
Sam smiled wickedly. "Do you think we can get away with it?"
"I don't know. That cape covers it up nicely. Put your bikini on
underneath, if it gets hot later we'll go for a swim."
Sam didn't need to take her bracelets off, the swimsuit top had
strings that tied over the shoulder. She untied them, then wriggled
into the suit and I helped her tie them back up. She pulled her shorts
back on and I dropped her poncho over her head, then I brushed out her
long hair. Sam cleaned up from breakfast while I made some ham
sandwiches and packed some cans of soda for our lunch. I hung the wet
towels from yesterday over a rope between two trees, then got some dry
ones out. Down at the water I got the canoe in and started loading
things into it. Just before we set out Sam turned to me.
"Master." She asked. "Could you bring a lock with you, just in case."
"I could do that. The key too?"
Sam shook her head, no. She must have had something in mind but I
didn't ask. I went to my bag and got a lock, made sure it worked from
it's soaking yesterday, then left it open and dropped the key back
into my bag.
Before we finally got going I rubbed some sunscreen on our faces and
legs since the clouds had mostly disappeared. Sam was able to paddle
quite well dispite her hands being connected by her chain. Alone, the
bracelets wouldn't look too unusual and from afar, the chain between
them sort of blended in with the shaft of her paddle. Not really, but
that's what I told her to bolster her will to be seen like that in a
public place. Whenever another boat would come close Sam simply
dropped her hands, resting the paddle across the front of the boat,
and the cape fell down to cover everything.
There was a bit of a head wind which whipped Sam's hair around
enticingly in front of me, and the water on the open lake was a little
choppy. I asked her if she wanted to wear the life jacket but she said
she felt comfortable with it nearby where she could grab it in case we
keeled over. With her help paddling, it only took about an hour to
reach the other end of the lake. There was a picnic area there that
was off the main road and the other river was to the right. I was bit
surprised when, although there were lots of people in the area, Sam
just kept on paddling and letting anyone who cared get a glimpse of her
chain and bracelets.
I was even more surprised, and I think Samantha was also, that no one
seemed to become too upset that I had a girl in my canoe whose hands
were in chains. I saw a few people look, then look again, then just
turn away, sometimes smiling slightly, not wanting to bother us. We
paddled along the river meeting other people, exchanging pleasantries.
When other boats did come close Sam would lower her hands under the
cape and smile sweetly, leaving the people wondering if they had seen
right. When we pulled into a quiet bay she turned to me.
"People don't seem too bothered seeing me like this." She said.
"Maybe we haven't run into the right people yet." I joked. "I've
noticed people come up here to get away from things, enjoy a change
from their hum-drum lives. Even people in their air conditioned R V's
with the flush toilets like to think they're roughing it. I've seen
some strange people here over the years. People seem more likely to
let loose in the wilderness and I guess as long as you're not being a
bother, any strangeness is a little more easily tolerated."
The river opened onto a small lake and another campground, the beach
crowded with lots of people and kids. I asked Sam to keep her hands
covered for now so we wouldn't upset folks and I paddled over to a
sandy area on the other side of the lake. We landed the canoe and
scrambled up the steep slope of loose sand to the top. This was
another strange area, being mostly bare rock covered in patches of
some sort of lichen that felt rough under our bare feet. What bushes
were there were small and stunted, growing in the sandy soil. Dispite
the heavy rains of last night the area had a dry, desert quality to
it. We walked for a while and then sat down in the shade of a small
tree. Sam put her hands up over her head and around the base of the
tree, then clinked her two bracelets together.
I smiled. "Not yet my little minx. Perhaps later we'll find a nice
secluded spot."
I slid my hands up under her cape and moved her bikini top up off her
tits. Sam held onto the tree trunk and imagined her hands were locked
around it as I massaged her lovely breasts, tweaking her stiffened
nipples with my fingers. I flipped her cape up and brought my face
closer to flick a nipple with my tongue, then I clamped my lips
around it and started to suckle on it. Keeping an ear open for anyone
coming along I sucked on her breasts for quite a while until she was
squirming her bottom around and making little contented noises. I then
pulled away and sat up.
I grabbed hold of her chain and hauled us both to our feet. Samantha
was visibly aroused and stood a little shakily. Keeping her chain in
my hand I led her back to the boat. The campground beach was far
enough away that I felt unless someone was using binoculars they
wouldn't be able to see us all that well so I told Sam to take off her
poncho and her shorts. I took off my shirt, took my shorts off, then
pulled on my swim trunks, giving anyone with the binoculars a nice
view of my naked ass.. Leaving our clothes in the boat we waded out
into the warm water and had a lovely swim.
Sam could swim rather well with her chained hands, using a kind of a
dog paddle with which she was able to keep up with me pretty well. I
came across a big rock in a little cove, partially hidden from the
beach by the curve of the shoreline, that I was able to sit on with
the water just up to my neck.
"Hey," I called, "I found a nice chair."
Sam swam over and I turned her around to sit on my lap.. As she eased
her bum down on me I pulled the crotch of her swimsuit aside and
guided my erect cock inside her. I'd already had my trunks down around
my knees. By holding around her waist and with the water taking away
most of her weight I was able to slowly bounce her body up and down on
my cock in partial view of the people on the beach across the lake.
We were far enough away that I felt nobody could really tell what we
were doing, and fucking in the open like that did lend quite a bit of
a thrill to it.
Sam started to make her usual noises and I told her she'd better shut
up or I'd have to beat her with a stick. I grinned when her horniness
doubled at that, although she did manage to put on a more innocent
looking demeanour. We must have fucked there for twenty minutes before
I blew my load up inside her. At times, when she was cumming hard,
she'd lean forwards to dip her head under the water and blow bubbles,
trying to mute her cries of passion. I'd press her down against me and
molest her tits under her bikini top with my hands, stretching out her
peak, then continue moving her body on top of me, stroking myself with
her tight warmth.
When we were done I floated Samantha off me and I pulled up my shorts,
then backstroked away from the rock. I couldn't detect any unusual
commotion on the far beach so I guessed no one had twigged to what we
were doing there for so long. We waded onto the shore to dry off, Sam
throwing on her poncho again, then we got into the boat and took off.
The river continued past another bay with camp sites all around, then
a long, fairly straight stretch, following the old railroad track.
Once past the campground, Sam just paddled normally most of the time,
only letting her cape cover her hands when another canoe came near.
She often didn't bother however, and let herself be seen by a number
of people, most of whom seemed unconcerned, or at least pretended
indifference. We even went so far as to talk with a few canoeists,
with Sam rearranging her hair with her hands, the chain rattling and
sunlight sparkling off it and the shiny steel rings around her wrists.
Eye brows were raised and the occasional comment was made but her
unusual jewelry went largely ignored much of the time by the folks who
saw it. Farther away from the campground there were less people about
anyway so it didn't matter as much.
We came upon a dam, a man made structure that controlled the water
level in the lake. After landing on the shore Sam helped me carry the
canoe around and set it in the water on the other side. We then
continued our paddle down the river. I'd never gone past the dam but
I'd looked at the map before and the river continued on forever, one
of the main waterways of the old fur trapping routes, but I didn't
plan on going too much farther.
It was about an hour after the dam that I began to glimpse the high
rockface of a hillside through the trees. I saw what appeared to be a
small stream leading off the main river and towards the hill, so I
turned the boat in and we proceeded slowly through dense bush along
the shallow creek. After perhaps ten minutes the water became too
shallow for us to continue so we landed and I took our lunch bag, then
we continued on foot towards the hill. We came upon a nice sunny
clearing near the base of the hill and sat down to have something to
eat. Samantha took off her cape, then, since it was warm enough in the
shelter of the hillside, she took off her bikini top as well.
Seeing Sam's delicious body added a little something to the
sandwiches, making them seem to taste like the best ham and cheese
sandwiches I'd ever had. After we'd finished eating I gathered up the
trash and left the bag on top of a rock, then we hiked around the area
a little. Neither of us had brought shoes but the forest floor was
mostly covered in dead leaves, softened from the rain during the
night. Sam spotted it first, and I followed her eyes to the side of
the bare rock hill. Up, about ten feet high, a pathetic looking tree
had taken root in a crack and had grown there, it's few branches
reaching up towards the sunlight.
Under the tree, at the base of the nearly vertical rock face was a
large flat stone a couple inches high. Sam stepped up on the rock and,
turning to face me with her back against the cliff, she raised her
hands high over her head. It didn't take me too long to figure it out.
"I'll go back to the boat and get some rope." I said. "Wait right
here, I won't be long."
Along the way I picked up the bag with the sandwich wrappers and empty
pop cans, then at the boat I left the bag and took the rope off the
end of the canoe. Sam was sitting on the stone platform, naked except
for her bracelets and the chain. I sat down next to her and began to
thread the rope through one bracelet then the other. I looped the rope
through each one three times, then tied a tight knot a couple of feet
along the long end.
Sam stood up under the tree and after a couple of throws I got the
rope over it. Slowly, tantalizingly, I pulled on it to draw her hands
up over her head. I watched the tree carefully and I grabbed both ends
of the rope and tugged hard to make sure nothing would come crashing
down, but the tree was solidly imbedded into the cliff and, satisfied,
I pulled up the last of the slack to raise Sam's arms straight up over
her head.
A little to the left was a crack that I managed to wrap the rope
through and around so I could tie it off. I then stepped back to
admire my naked girl chained to a rock.
"All we need now is a dragon." I said, in reference to the drawing
she'd given me.
Sam's eyes were beginning to glaze over as she began to pull and
struggle a bit. I watched her put more of her weight on her arms,
testing her bonds, until her feet left the stone beneath her. She
raised up her legs and hung free, swinging slightly, suspended from
the two bracelets around her wrists..
I went to her and held her to take some of her weight.
"Master could you raise me up a bit higher?" She asked.
"No Sam, I don't think that's a good idea. Your wrists are going to
get bruised if you hang like that. Your bracelets aren't suspension
cuffs, a nerve or something could get pinched and cause you problems
later on."
She groaned in disappointment, but lowered her feet to the stone
again. I began to softly carress her body, letting my hands travel
over every inch of her soft skin and paying particular attention to
her breasts, her stiffened nipples, and lower still, between her
thighs. Her arousal was building and she was already quite wet there.
With the tip of one finger I traced around her clit, then began to
gently rub it with the pad of my finger.
She started trying to push herself against me, attempting to get a bit
more pressure against my fingertip, but I kept my touch maddeningly
light, letting her heat increase slowly and then keeping her just at
the edge for torturous minutes. Sam had her eyes tightly shut and her
face and chest had a crimson glow from her arousal. Her legs had
seemed to have gone all rubbery so most of her weight was supported by
her wrists, but a glance told me that the blood circulation was good.
At least her hands were still a healthy pink colour. When she was just
about ready to cum I withdrew my hands and stepped back off the stone
platform.
It took a while before she realized the stimulation she was enjoying
was no longer present and her twitching stopped and her eyes opened to
see me sitting on a nearby rock watching her. She took a few deep
breathes to calm down, then she spoke to me.
"Master, why did you stop?"
A valid question no doubt but I still had to laugh.
"Why, to torture you, my dear." I said.
Sam hung red faced with her chained hands tied to a rock cliff. Her
front faced me and I realized that the colour no longer matched that
of her back.
"Would you like me to beat you darling?"
The beginnings of a smile pulled the corners of her mouth. She saw
where I was looking, at those lovely tits of hers.
"Well, maybe a little." She answered.
Sliding off my rock perch I went to find a stick. Using my knife I
nipped off a thin branch from a small maple tree, then stood before my
squirming captive and let her watch me strip off the leaves and
shoots, scrape off the thin bark, leaving me with a nice straight,
thin rod about two feet long. I smacked her left breast on the inside
curve.
"Owch!"
A narrow red line instantly appeared where I'd hit her and while she
hopped from one foot to the other I looked around for something to gag
her with. My eyes landed on her swimsuit top on the ground nearby so I
rolled the material into a ball and held it before her face. Sam
obediently opened her mouth to let me pack the fabric in.
Shortly thereafter Samantha was riding the crest of an endorphin
induced high once more. How someone could derive such seemingly
euphoric pleasure from having pain inflicted upon them was something I
have problems in understanding, but the contented smile on Sam's lips
as I smacked her with my stick proved that it was possible. During the
session yesterday I'd been watching her closely for some sign that it
was enough, that I should stop. Everyone has limits and I had searched
for hers, yet she'd taken all I had given her and I suspected that she
was even left wanting more. There was, however, only so much that I
would ever be willing to give.
A moderate spanking, sure. The whip? Skillfully wielded is good too.
A thin, stinging stick like the one I was now using worked well also.
Start off slow, let the hurting build up, get those wonderful pain
killing hormones coursing through the bloodstream. Stoke that fire,
make it rage. She's there now, flying high, right out there. Scale it
back a bit, keep it real. Softer, more well places strokes, keeping
the edge keen, a carefull balance on the knife edge. A gentle
uppercut, and again, against her soft wet core, hard enough to feel,
to know the fear of what could be. Hearing the stick contact her flesh
and clink against her rings in there. Excellent.
Doms that complain of their arm getting tired don't know what they're
doing. Or, perhaps, it was Samantha's willingness and responsiveness
that made it so easy. I passed my hands over her breasts and down her
belly, not touching her, feeling the heat radiating off her. Her eyes
were open, aware of me, seeing me. Encouraging me. Two quick, sharp
strokes on those two little nubbins sticking out at me. Her eyes fall
shut and she trembles, adds to the puddle of girl cum on the stone
under her feet.
I let the session drag out, keeping her primed for long minutes,
slowing it down a little, letting her drop back a bit. Then building
it up once more and making her hold onto the edge again. Samantha was
loving every bit of it. I could see it in her eyes when she looked my
way, raw passion unleashed. I banked her up one last time, then went
to a nearby rock to perch my ass and just watch her twist and writhe,
undulating her body in a highly erotic fashion. I twirled the stick
between my fingers while I watched her cum and cum. Such a simple
thing, used the right way, releasing such a great amount of energy.
Several minutes went by while Sam came down from her rush. I watched
her push the gag out of her mouth and let it fall to her feet, then
breath deeply, taking in huge lungfulls of fresh air. When she finally
became more aware of her surroundings I went to her and put my arms
gently around her. She tilted her head up and spoke softly in my ear.
"Oh, Master," She cooed, "that was wonderfull."
She brought her foot up to rub my leg.
"Please fuck me Master." She said "With me like this?"
I pulled my shorts down a little and my prick sprang free, ready.
Lifting one of Sam's legs I gently inserted myself into her boiling
hot slit. Sam brought her other leg up and around my hips, locking her
feet together behind me. I held onto her thighs and pressed her back
against the stone cliff, then began bucking my hips and banging into
her. She was sore both in front and in back and I saw her wince from
time to time with the pain. She was also exhausted, but I felt her
have two weak orgasms, her cunt muscles clamping down hard on my cock
each time. I held her up as I fucked her, her weight off her wrists,
the rope slack. I didn't try to prolong it, I was a little worried
about her wrists supporting her weight for all this time, and I was
soon able to blast an immense load of cum up into her grasping pussy.
I got an arm under her ass to raise her up a little, then stepped to
the side and reached for the end of her rope. After getting it free
from the crack in the rocks I carried Samantha over to a patch of soft
grass and carefully lay her down. I untied the rope from her bracelets
and I told her to wait for me while I went to the canoe for the water
canteen. Then, pulling my shorts back up, I left her there.
I had thought I'd heard people coming and when I got to the boat I
could see another canoe making it's way up the little river. Taking
the canteen and Sam's cape I hurried back to her.
"Someone's coming," I said to her, "try not to look like you just got
beat with a stick."
Sam put on her poncho and straightened out her hair while I gathered
up her bikini pieces, then we sat together sipping water to await our
guests. We heard them long before we saw them. Two kids, a teenage boy
and presumably his girl friend came upon us sitting together on a
little patch of grass. They both got nervously quiet when they saw Sam
and I.
"Hi." I said.
"Hello."
The two went past us and turned left to walk along the cliff. If
they'd have gone right and stepped up on a flat rock there, they might
have slipped in a big puddle of cum. I asked Sam to show me her hands
and she brought them out from under her cape. As I suspected I didn't
like what I saw. That's not quite true, a big part of me did like it.
From her hanging all her weight on her bracelets her wrists looked
sore and would probably be quite bruised by the end of the day. I felt
around under the steel rings and noticed her wince as I pressed a
little.
"You've gone and hurt yourself." I chastised her.
"It's not too bad." She answered.
"We'll see. Come on, let's head back."
I steadied Sam as we walked back to the canoe and helped her get
settled in the front. I paddled us almost to the main river and we had
a swim to wash the dried up cum and sweat off us. Sam found the cool
water soothing so I let her soak for a while while I rubbed her tired
muscles and held her close to me in the water. We then dried off,
dressed, and got going again.
Sam asked me if she could take off her bracelets and the chain for a
while so I said yes and handed her the bottle of sun screen. I could
see her struggling and heard her moan in pain as she tried to work the
rings off her hands and I told her to wait until we got back and I'd
try to help her. At the dam there was no one around so I had another
look at her hands.
She really had done herself an injury and not only were her wrists
bruised from the strain of hanging by her bracelets but her hands had
swolen up a bit too.
"Sam, you better leave these alone for a while until you heal a bit.
If you fight to try and get them off now you'll just make it worse."
I didn't want to get her upset, but rather than a look of fear, I saw
a smile spread over her face.
"You mean I'm stuck like this?" She said, rattling her chain.
"Well, I guess you are. For today, anyway."
I let her have a break while I carried the canoe and all the junk up
past the dam, then we settled in for the trip back home. Sam helped me
paddle a bit but when we reached the big lake, the wind was at our
backs and we mostly drifted back to the campsite. It was past seven
when the boat touched shore behind the site and the first thing I did
was lead Sam into the tent and give her a good rub down with my witch
hazel skin lotion. I didn't think it would help, but I rubbed some
into her wrists, feeling the bones under her bracelets, making sure
her injury wasn't serious.
"There's nothing broken," I told her, "not sprained, I don't think.
Leave these on for now and we'll try to get them off tomorrow."
"Yes master. Thank you."
We got dressed in long jeans and I wore a thick shirt, Sam, her
poncho. After a dousing with bug spray we got started on supper. I
made a fire in the fire pit, then set up pots on the stove for the
spaghetti. While Sam tended the pots of sauce and noodles I attempted
garlic bread on the fire. Doing it in an oven under the broiler, the
bits of garlic stay on top where their suppose to go, but when you do
it over coals in a fire pit most of the garlic falls off and gets
burnt up. The stench did help keep the insects at bay so we were able
to enjoy the meal without having to swat at mosquitoes, and the bread
actually turned out O.K.
After we'd eaten and got everything cleaned up and put away, we took
cups of coffee and the lawn chairs down to the beach to sit and watch
the sun go down. A peacful end to a fantastic weekend.
"Oh, Jim," Sam said, "this has been such a lovely trip. Thanks for
bringing me along."
"Lovely?" I asked. "Your hands are stuck in chains, your skin has been
flayed off. I'd hate to see you having a bad trip."
She laughed. "You know what I mean."
"Sure. It's been great having you along Sam. Things really worked out
well."
"Could we do it again sometime?" She asked.
"Do you have vacation time left this year?"
Sam told me she still had another week left. I could pretty much take
time off anytime, the way my job is.
"It's really nice up here in the fall." I said. "Less people. When the
leaves start turning colours it's really beautiful. I usually try for
a week around the middle of September. The weather sometimes sucks,
but at least there's no bugs then."
"Could you bring me along next time?"
I grinned. "Gets pretty chilly at night. Be nice to have someone to
warm up the sleeping bag for me."
We sat on the beach long after sundown, watching the stars come out,
then, later on we went back to our site to drop off the chairs and
grab soap and a towel. At the washrooms it was busy but we only had to
wait a few minutes for a shower room to be free. I'd thought I heard
some chuckles when we both went in together and closed the door, but
it didn't matter. Gently, I patted soap on Sam's tender skin and
helped her wash so she didn't have to rattle her chain too much. We
finished up quickly and I dried her and myself off, then we got
dressed and left.
Back in the tent I gave her a gentle rubdown with the skin lotion
again and then we sat around the fire for a long while chatting like
long time lovers. I'd only known this girl for a little over a month
now and it was scary how well suited we were for one another. Her
attitudes on a lot of things seemed more mature than her age would
indicate, and my being over ten years her senior never seemed to be a
problem for her. As far as our sexual needs went, we both fit together
like two spoons in a drawer. I felt happy when our conversation began
to edge around us having a more firm commitment to one another.
"Samantha," I said, "I know we've only known one another for a short
while now, but I want you to know that if you're open to the idea of
us living together, I'd be very pleased if you decided to move in with
me. You know I feel a completeness when I'm with you that I haven't
had in a long time now, and I think you feel it too, how good we'd be
for one another."
"I think I'd like that, Jim, but it's a big step for me. I think I'd
like to but I'm not sure if I can just yet."
"It would be a change, for sure," I said, "but it would be a change
for the better for me, being closer to you, having you with me. As far
as your work goes, a smart girl like you could find something closer
to my home if you wanted to. Or not. It wouldn't be a problem if you
chose to stay home, I have enough that we'd manage just fine."
"It would mean giving up my independance." She said.
"I don't think not being independant is something you would miss very
much."
That one got her smiling.
"Think about it, Sam." I said. "We've got all the time in the world."
Close to midnight we took a walk down to the beach to look at the
stars once more. With the cooler weather now the sky was even clearer,
and the heavens were filled with tiny points of light. As we watched,
a huge shooting star streaked bright, seemingly close, breaking up in
the thicker atmosphere into smaller pieces that twinkled as they fell
to earth.
"Make a wish." I said. "I know what mine is."
We held each other, cuddled and kissed long and with great passion.
Later on, in the tent after we'd undressed, I buckled the bit gag into
Sam's mouth and had her lay on her back. I lifted up her feet and
pulled the chain between her wrists under her legs, then under her bum
so she was lying on it and her hands were pinned at her sides. I
pushed my face between her thighs and feasted on her delicious pussy,
lapping up her bitter-sweet nector each time it squirted from her
opening. The gag actually did little to muffle her cries in the
silence of the campground and each time she started making noise I
just lifted my mouth off her and waited for her to quiet down. She
quickly learned that if she wanted the stimulation to continue she'd
better keep silent.
After that, I had her roll over onto her side and I snuggled up behind
her. Taking her chain in my hand, I pulled her hands up behind her
back, mindfull not to hurt her wrists more than they already were, and
I pushed my dick into her waiting pussy. I hooked my fingers through
the strap of her gag with my thumb around her chain, and I held her
firmly like that while I slowly stroked my cock into her. Samantha
made me proud as she managed to keep her silence through two more
orgasms before I let loose with a torrent of jism deep inside her.
I released my hand from her and unbuckled the strap of the bit gag,
then we just lay cuddled closely together until sleep finally overtook
us. My cock softened and slipped out at some point, but I'd already
spread a towel under her before we had begun, so any mess wouldn't
soak into my sleeping bag too badly.
I awoke the next morning to find Sam's lovely rump pressed against my
side, my hand upon her hip. She'd shifted one hand in front of her,
the chain under her waist, her other hand pulled behind her back and
touching me. I woke her with a carress to her breasts and she
struggled for a moment before she realised she was lying on the chain
connecting her hands.
"Morning sweetheart." I said
"Mmmmm. Good morning master."
I unzipped the sleeping bag and helped her slip the chain over her
legs. It must have been early since there was little noise outside and
the light was still dim. I found my watch and checked. Five thirty in
the morning.
"Let's go for a paddle." I said.
After getting dressed, I made us some coffee and broke a piece off the
bannock, then we set out in the cool morning air. Twenty feet from
shore we were enveloped in the morning mist on the lake. I paddled
through the thick fog, not knowing in which direction we were going,
then we drifted for a while and had breakfast somewhere out on the
lake.
All too soon the sun burned away the mist and shapes began to form
around us. We'd floated near to one of the islands. I took Sam's hands
in mine to examine her wrists. The swelling had gone down and she
didn't wince so much when I prodded under her bracelets.
"When we go back we'll see about getting these off you."
"What time are we leaving.." She asked me.
"Afternoon sometime, I guess, why?"
Sam was looking at her chained hands. "When did I put these on?"
I thought. "Two days ago. Mid afternoon?"
"Fourty eight hours." She said. I felt her shiver a little. "Wow. I'd
never. .. . "
I waited for her to continue. When she didn't I said, "You're great
Sam. I love you so much."
She looked up. "I love you too, Master."
When the mists had almost lifted I dipped a paddle and took us back to
camp.
"Master?" Sam asked, "Could I leave these on till later, make it two
days even?"
"Sure, little one," I said, "Why not."
After a proper breakfast We paddled across the lake and to the trail
we'd first taken on Friday evening. Continuing past the spot of her
first punishment we hiked up the hill and down the other side to the
next lake, not meeting with anyone along the way. Sam had her poncho
on with nothing at all underneath except for her bracelets and the
chain connecting them. Stripping down, we had a nice swim, then sat
naked on the rocks on shore to dry off before we heard people comming
and had to hurridly dress. Two men carrying a canoe came down the hill
and set their boat into the water near where we sat. When they'd gone
Sam let out a breath.
"You know," I said, "if you still want to come up here in the fall we
could find a place where there would be no one else around."
The northern part of the park is a huge tract of wilderness accessable
only by canoe or on foot, I told her.
"The main canoe routes are generally busy, but there's lots of side
rivers and lakes that we could take and not see anyone else for days."
Sam started to get a gleam in her eye. "That might be fun." She said.
We walked back to the boat and I paddled back to camp, then we made a
start on taking everything down and packing up. Sam made lunch and
after eating, I got a bucket of lake water. It was close to two in the
afternoon when I spread the last of the dish soap over her hands and
helped her work her bracelets off over them. I watched her as she
helped me take down the tent and fold it up, keeping her hands close
together most of the time, a look of surprise coming over her when she
found herself with them far apart, reaching to do something. After
having her hands chained for so long she'd become use to being like
that, and found her freedom strange now.
It was with a little sadness when I fired up the Jeep and we drove
slowly through the campground and out to the highway. The roads got
wider and the traffic increased the closer we got to home. I took us
into the city and to Samantha's apartment building, parking in back,
carrying her bag up to her place.
"Stay for coffee?" She asked.
"No." I said.. "I'm going to stop in at the hospital on the way back,
see if there were any problems, then head home. Thanks, though."
"Call me tonight?"
"Sure, Sam. Thanks for a really swell weekend. See you soon."
"Bye Jim. Thanks."
On the road again, the smells of camping fresh in the truck, crusing
under the shadow of the canoe on top. Other drivers all seemed to be
in a big hurry as I breezed along in the outside lane. At work there'd
been a minor problem, but my assistant had handled it. Then on the
highway heading home, tunes on the radio, a big smile on my face.
[End Of Chapter 2]
Author's note: There will be another chapter to this saga of Jim and
Samantha. I hope to get in a piece with Mike and the twins, expanding
Mike's character a little more. Then, a week in the wilderness for our
heros, more bondage, and a bit less S&M, I think. Check in again
around the end of next month or the beginning of May for Chapter 3.
I also have an idea for a short wrap up chapter which may follow.
Reader response is always welcome, you can reach me at:
dino@canoemail.com Thanks for reading: dino dave.
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