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The Ad. The story of Jim and Samantha discovering each other continues
with a four day camping trip in the wilds of Algonquin Park. This
story contains scenes with a strong BDSM theme, but done in, I think,
a nice way.
Reader response was surprisingly good and quite favourable to my story
The Ad, and I've been asked to continue the tale. At a loss for a
better idea I'll work something up and see how it turns out. To those
who took the time to write me, thanks again.
This is the second chapter of this story. The first chapter
can be found in the ASSM archive site (Feb. 2000) at:
http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2000/22964
for part 1 of 2
http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2000/22965
for part 2 of 2
All of my works to date are being hosted at:
http://www.dajungle.com/stories/leviticus/
in the guest authors section. This is a free site and is
chock full of some really fine BDSM stories by several talented
writers.
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The Ad: Chapter 2, The camping trip (1/2) C/W Dino March 2000
On a whim I had replied to one of those people connection ads in the
back of the newspaper and the lovely Samantha had been the result.
From our first meeting in the shopping mall that fateful Saturday
afternoon it became more and more evident that we were both eminently
suited for each other. After a weekend of sex, so passionate it makes
my head spin each time I think about it, we discovered that we had
more in common than could ever have been hoped for. During that first
week, after introducing Sam to some of my old friends at a nightclub,
I made a vow to myself that I would try my hardest to make this girl
mine.
That following weekend marked a turning point in our relationship. I
gave that pretty girl with the long brown hair that which she had been
seeking, as she told me on the phone afterwards, for all of her twenty
three years. I had tied her down to the heavy coffee table in my
basement rec room, and had stroked her back and bum with the flogger
over and over until she exploded in a most erotic display of pent up
lust. After it was over we had made such tender, sweet love up in my
bed, and that was when I knew that she was mine.
I'd called her again on Monday night and we chatted until late into
the night. Sam had told me after that first whipping that she thought
she could have taken more, that she might like to try it harder. I'd
gone somewhat easy on her, that being her first real time under the
lash. She said that she had been scared at first, afraid of the
unknown, but she told me that I'd been firm with her, taking the lead
on that time, and she felt able to give herself over to me, trusting
that I would bring her no harm. I asked her how her pussy was.
When I dropped her off at her place last Sunday afternoon she had put
my little lock through her two labia rings and locked it closed, then
had given the keys to me.
"God Jim." she said, "Every time I sit down it presses right on my
clitty. If I move it rubs me, if I wear panties it presses me there.
If I go without underwear and I walk around, the lock swings around in
there and pulls and tugs on me. I couldn't hardly stand it at work
today. As soon as I got home I took off all my clothes. Then I stood
in front of the mirror and I spread my legs and I just stared." Her
voice got all soft while my dick began to rage. "I put my hand down
there and touched the lock, pulled on it a bit. Then I went to my bed
and lay down. I got out my vibrator and tried to put it in but the
lock was in the way. I tried to push it in past my rings but I
couldn't."
I had to reach inside my shorts and move something around. If this was
phone sex it wasn't half bad. I listened to Sam's sweet voice.
"The vibrator was making a loud noise buzzing against the lock. I
couldn't manage to get it inside me with it locked closed like this. I
pushed the vibrator in between from the top so my lips held it against
me and the middle of it was pressing right on my clit. When I took
away my hand it stayed there pressed to me with the lock rattling on
the top and I thought about you having the keys at your place. I began
to cum, Jim. It went on for a long time."
"Mmmmm." Was all I could manage for a while, then I asked, "So your
pussy lock doesn't bother you too much?"
Sam missed the witticism. "I think I could get use to it." she said.
After chatting a bit more, reluctantly we said our goodbyes. I could
hardly get to sleep thinking of her luscious pussy locked shut with my
little brass lock. An evil idea began to take shape. In two weeks it
would be a long weekend. Sam had told me she liked camping and so did
I. A plan formed in my mind just before I drifted off to sleep that
night.
I called Samantha the next morning and caught her before she left for
work. I asked her if she would like to go on a camping trip on the
long weekend. The holiday would be Monday.
"I don't have to work Friday," she said, "it's my day off. We could
have four days."
"Great." I told her. "I'll call and see if I can book a spot."
The big park I like to go to is quite busy during the summer and
usually you have to reserve a site well in advance, the nicer spots at
least. On a long weekend the place would be packed. When I called the
number I hit a stroke of luck, there had been a cancellation in a camp
ground that was one of my favorites. Looking at a map of the place,
the site they had open backed onto the lake. A double bonus. I booked
the site for four days. I called Sam that evening and told her. We
talked for a while but I began to sense there might be something
wrong. She seemed preoccupied with something and it was not sex. Later
on in the evening she called me back.
"Hi Sam." I said. "Everything all right?"
There was a pause, then she said "No. I've got my period four days
early."
At first I thought, good. Better now then on our trip. Then it hit me.
The lock. Ick!
"I'll be there soon." I said.
"Oh Jim," she started, "You don't have to come all this way. I'll
manage."
"I'll see you in a half hour." I said. "Put the kettle on."
Twenty five minutes later I was in the lobby of her building. Sam
buzzed me up. She greeted me at her door with a warm hug and I was
once more in heaven with my sweet Samantha in my arms. When we broke
apart I handed her my keys and she disappeared into the bathroom while
I poured myself a cup of tea. Sam came back several minutes later
wearing a terry bathrobe and looking more radiant. I poured her a tea
as she sat down beside me. She handed me my keys and the little lock,
still a bit wet, washed off.
"Feel better now?" I asked.
"Thank you, master." she said as she snuggled close to me.
I gently stroked her head as we sipped the tea. Her robe had slipped
open a bit giving me a nice view of her luscious tits and right down to
her belly button. I set my cup down, then slipped my hand inside to
cup a firm breast and rub her nipple with my thumb, feeling it harden
under my touch. Sam bent forward to place her teacup on the table,
then she slid down to kneel on the floor by my feet. I watched as she
slipped open her robe and then moved her hands behind her, presenting
herself before me. She had panties on, a pad inside, the bulge visible
at her crotch. My pants had an obvious bulge too. Samantha spoke.
"How may this low one please Master?"
I smiled. I'd read of this, the referring to oneself in the third
person. But having it dropped on me in such an inviting way gave me
pause.
"Lead me to your bedchamber, girl." I commanded.
Sam giggled and stood up. Taking my hand in hers she led me to her
bedroom. A small lamp in the corner illuminated your standard girl's
room, pink curtains over the windows, a soothing green and yellow
general decor. On the walls were hung many paintings and drawings,
hers I assumed. Over the bed was a huge water colour looking like an
old English or a medieval village scene. My eyes were drawn from one
piece to another as I looked around her room.
"Sam, put the light on." I said.
Samantha moved to the wall switch and turned on the ceiling light,
then came to me again. The images before me sprang to life. Her works
had a definite gothic theme to them, dragons, unicorns, castles. Nude
women, often in some peril or helplessness. A girl with tender wings,
held in the palm of a giant hand. Two unicorns, one, the male I
assumed, standing proud on a hill top, the female on a lower cliff,
the valley between them done in greens and browns. Two paintings
together. One, a dragon with his back to the viewer, strong and
mighty. The second, that of a girl dragon? Soft, not a scary dragon at
all but, almost erotic in it's pose.
I drew in a breath as my eyes settled on a sculpture on Sam's bureau.
The piece, painted clay, stood perhaps eighteen inches tall. A ruin of
a castle perched on a cliff overlooking a lake or a sea. A dragon
curled around the base of the piece, protectively hugging the cliff
side. One window high up on a tower was painted yellow to indicate
occupancy, a candle light. The vague silhouette of a girl with long
hair in the window, looking out. The work, the detail, was stunning.
The painting over the bed drew me once more. I knelt on Sam's bed to
see closer. Sam sat down beside me and began to unbutton my shirt as I
studied the painting. The thing which drew me to this room first, sex,
now forgotten.
At first glance, and even after a good look, it seemed like your
normal village life in ancient times piece. But there, at the side of
the village square, partly hidden by a bush, a girl naked and locked
in stocks. Her hands and head imprisoned by the rough looking wood,
and three boys throwing red things, rotten tomatoes it appeared to be,
at her. The girl's face was covered by the fruit. Her hair, long and
brown, touched the ground.
Near the stables the blacksmith worked on something. Just behind the
anvil you could see it. Round it was, a shackle attached to a chain.
Sparks seemed to fly out as the man forged the other red hot ring of
steel.
"Samantha?" I said.
"Yes?" her small voice replied.
In the stalls of the stable. Four horses and one. I peered close. It
was. Standing behind the man grooming her, a pony girl. Her long
chestnut mane hung almost to the girl's knees..
"Samantha?" I said.
"Yes?"
I pointed to the stables in the painting.
"What's this?" I asked her.
I turned away from the painting to look at her. Her eyes were on the
bedspread, her face quite red.
"It's a pony girl." She said in a soft voice. "I read a story once
about that sort of thing."
I tilted her face up to me. I was smiling.
"I've read some of those kinds of stories too." I said. "Your work is
stunning Sam. Absolutely beautiful."
She began to smile again. "You really think so?" She asked. "Not many
people have seen these things. I have a few more if you'd like to
see them."
Sam pulled out some drawings from beside the bureau. Some rough
sketches, some other wonderful images. One caught my eye and I
stared long at the picture. Done in pencil, dark and foreboding. A
rugged shoreline, tall jagged rock. An iron hook high up in the stone,
chains descending to solid looking shackles around the wrists of a
frightened nude girl. Her long windswept hair partially obscured her
face. Full breasts, narrow waist, bare feet on the hard rock. An
ominous shadow approaching. I actually jumped like a timid girl when
Sam spoke.
"Waiting for the dragon, I call that one."
I shook my head in wonder. "Fantastic."
"Would you like to keep that one?" She asked me.
Good manners told me I should refuse, or at least pretend to, but I
couldn't. I had to have that drawing.
"Sam it's absolutely beautiful. If your sure, I would love to have this
one." I said.
Sam gathered up all the drawings from her bed and stood them against
the wall. She placed the one she was giving me on the bureau facing
the bed. I saw that all of the marks from her whipping four days ago
had disappeared. She wore just her panties and I hadn't noticed when
she had dropped her robe. When she turned to me I pulled off my shirt,
then lay back down on her bed. Sam turned off the bright light, then
crawled across the bed to lay down on top of me. I felt her firm
breasts against my chest, her hair on my arms, saw her glowing face
inches from mine.
"Thanks, Sam," I said, "for being so adorable."
I kissed her and held her tight. We cuddled for a while until I
noticed her clock was telling me it was past midnight and I had a
meeting in the morning. Sadly, I told Sam I had to go.
"Dinner and a movie tomorrow," I asked, "I'll pick you up at five?"
"Dinner here at six," Sam said, "and maybe we'll skip the movie."
I laughed. "That sounds fine to me."
Samantha said she would make spaghetti so the next evening I showed up
with a nice bottle of red wine at her doorstep. I went up to her floor
and found her door open a crack. I knocked, then walked in and called
out her name. I heard her in the kitchen so I headed there. Samantha
was leaning seductively against the counter and she wore what could
best be described as a slave girl outfit. It was just a simple white
wrap of cloth pinned at the top and held up by her breasts. Her
shoulders and arms were bare, her feet were too. Her hair was loose
and spilled down her back, stopping a few inches above the hem of her
garment which ended about mid thigh. Her shiny chain belt was around
her waist.
All that alone would have been enough to make my cock jump, but Sam
had on something else that I simply couldn't tear my eyes away from.
Around her wrists she had two shiny round bracelets connected by a
short piece of chain. My eyes travelled from one bracelet, down along
the chain which hung to the hem of her dress, then back up to the
other bracelet. I moved as in a dream, placing the wine bottle on the
table, then taking one of Sam's hands and raising it to my lips. I
kissed the back of her hand.
The bracelets were slightly heavy, solid steel. The sort of thing one
might find in a hardware store. The chain link was welded to the ring
at each end and polished smooth. The rings fit close to her wrists and
I saw that they might be hard to get on over her hands. Or off. I took
the chain in my hands possessively and looked up into Sam's eyes.
"Does it please master?" Sam asked me.
I was stunned. "Master is very pleased." I managed.
I lifted the chain up high, pulling her hands up over her head. I
stroked her nipples through the thin fabric of her outfit. Sam closed
her eyes and moaned slightly and I could tell it was not just from my
stimulation of her nipples. She tilted her head up and looked at her
arms, her bracelets, her shackles and the chain, held firmly in my
grasp. I lowered her hands until they were in front of her face, then
released the chain to let it drop. I stepped away.
"Tell me about these Sam. I want to know. Where did you get them."
I sat at her table and listened. Sam said she had bought the rings a
few years ago at a marine supply store.
"I need to use soap to get them on," she said. "and it sometimes hurts
my hands a bit, but I don't mind. Last year I got the idea to add the
chain. I bought a piece then took it and the bracelets to a shop to
get them welded. I told the guy it was for my easel, to hold the back
leg together and I tried hard not to show my embarrassment. I think he
guessed what it was really for."
Sam had knelt at my feet as she talked and her hands were on my legs.
I felt her chain with my fingers and noticed a bit of wear in the
links. I have a piece of chain at home, with wear marks like that. My
wife use to like her feet chained together at night.
"You wear this every night, don't you" I softly asked her.
Sam looked up. "Not every night." Then more quietly, "Most nights,
yes."
A big pot of water was bubbling on the stove, distracting my host.
"Go." I told her. "Prepare my feast."
Samantha stood and went to the stove. I watched her as she worked,
holding the chain in one hand so that it wouldn't get in her way. When
she did let her chain clank on a pot or a plate she would look at me,
a bit abashed at her clumsiness. Mostly, she managed as one would when
use to such an encumbrance. Eventually I stood and, over her protests,
I helped out a bit setting the table and opening the wine, cutting the
garlic bread.
We soon were seated before a delicious meal. I poured the wine and
watched Sam raise her glass without dipping her chain in her plate.
After the dinner Sam put the plates and cutlery in the dishwasher and
I watched her wash out the two pots, her chain rattling around inside
them. She had a cake for dessert, she told me, but my cock couldn't
wait any longer. I took her chain in my hand to lead her to her
bedroom.
Samantha took off her chain belt and undid the clip at the top of her
dress. The material spiraled off her and fell to the floor. She was
instantly naked, as was I a moment later. In her current condition an
important avenue of pleasure was closed off, the white string hanging
from her pussy the only evidence, but there were other ways. Anal was
hinted at and I sensed a quiet relief in Sam' expression when I
respectfully declined. I've tried that street a couple of times before
but it never seemed to live up to it's glowing reputation as
portrayed in stories. Sam stretched out on top of me, her chain
trapped between our bellies, her hands at her sides. After a few
minutes she raised herself up and reached underneath to position my
cock between her legs.
Sam started a slow up and down motion with her hips, stroking my hard
cock against the soft warmth of her pussy. I shifted her up a bit to
pull her wrist chain up and over her head, bringing her hands up
around her ears, holding the chain at the back of her neck. Her hands
fluttered uselessly as her hip movements became more energetic and her
breasts pressed hard against my chest. It didn't take long at all
before I felt her tense, squeezing my cock tightly between her thighs,
and cum, writhing wildly against me, moaning loud in my ear.
I held her tight as she came down from her orgasm, then I released her
chain to stroke my hands down her back and bum. Her hands cradled my
head gently as she made cooing noises in my ear, then she lifted
herself up to kneel between my legs. She took my cock in her hands and
began to lovingly stroke it while her chain rattled upon my tummy.
I watched Sam stare lovingly and hungrily at my cock as it twitched in
her hands. She bent down to reverently kiss the tip and we locked eyes
for a moment. "Sweet little one", I murmured as I scratched her head
tenderly. Sam opened her mouth to take me in, sliding her lips down my
shaft until she hit bottom with the head lodged in her throat. I felt
her muscles working as she attempted to swallow me. I settled back
into the pillow and moaned my pleasure.
She began to bob her head up and down on me, slowly at first, sucking
in my length all the way, then letting it slide out, teasingly holding
just the tip between her lips while running her tongue around it.
Then more urgently, allowing her teeth to gently scrape along me at
times, which felt not painful at all. I reached down with both hands
to hold her chain in a firm grasp. My hips began to buck up, trying to
get my entire being into that tiny cavern of pure pleasure.
I could feel it building from somewhere deep inside me, at my core.
Samantha's mouth was sending massive shockwaves straight through to my
brain. My body started to tense as I fought to keep my breathing
regular. In a panting voice I informed Sam that I was about to cum.
Quite unnecessarily though, it would be obvious to anyone what was
about to happen in another few seconds. Tingling at the base of my
brain started to form substance, began it's journey down my spine,
gathering me up with it. Samantha took me deep as I started to cum.
I squeezed the chain between her wrists hard, feeling the strength of
the steel which imprisoned the girl's hands. My breathing slowed to a
deep steady rhythm as my cum burst forth, a white hot jet blasting
into her. My legs came up to wrap around her body as another jet of
cum shot into her. Again my cock pulsed, my mind completely caught up
in rapturous affection for my beautiful Samantha. Another, weaker shot
and I collapsed into the softness of her bed, totally spent, my breath
coming in ragged gasps. Sam moved to disentangle herself from me. My
hands spasmed, releasing her chain, and she snuggled close to my side
to wait for me to return from beyond.
I was floating weightless on a warm sea. Twilight, the sun just past
the horizon washing everything in shades of red and gold. I could hear
the waves crashing on the rocky shore. I turned my head to look,
focused my eyes on something against a tall rock. A naked girl, it
seemed, her long windswept hair across her face and the stone. Her
hands were high over her head. She was chained to the rock by heavy
looking shackles around her delicate wrists. She looked up towards the
cliff, and my eyes followed her gaze to a gap in the rocks. A shadow
moved. Suddenly, with a mighty roar, the beast appeared. As she
twisted her hands in the unyielding chains the girl screamed, a long
horrified wail.
I felt myself jump, I heard myself yell. I looked sheepishly into
Sam's startled eyes.
"Was I asleep?" I asked.
"For a few minutes, Master." She answered.
I got my breathing back under control, my heart slowed it's hammering.
I told Sam of the dream I'd had, the scene from the drawing she gave
to me yesterday.
"I was there, watching from off shore. The dragon came and that's when
I woke."
"The drawing pleases Master?"
I looked at her. "Yes I like it. It seems to remind me of a scene in a
movie I'd seen before. The girl, chained just like that. A monster of
some sort, I think."
We held each other for a while longer and I examined Sam's bracelets
closer. They were indeed too small to allow her hands to slip through
easily. I liked it and I told her so. I got up to pull on my shorts.
Sam went to pick up her slave robe and asked if I would put it on her,
since with her hands chained it was difficult to wrap it around
herself. I helped her to dress, groping and hugging her as I went,
then she went to put the coffee on. We had coffee and cake in her
living room while we watched the news on her television. It was late,
but I was not eager to leave.
"Master?" A sweet voice asked.
"Mmmm?"
"Would you stay here tonight with me?"
Hands in chains upon my chest. Soft, expectant eyes looking up at me.
How could I refuse. I slept soundly that night in Samantha's bed, her
soft, warm body pressed close to mine.
Sam spent the night at my place after we went out for dinner on
Saturday night and saw a comedy show at a small theatre downtown. The
comedian's routine was defiantly geared for an adult audience and
often uproariously funny. That night her period had finished enough so
we could finally have sex again, which we did, and more than once. I'd
asked her to bring her bracelets with the chain and I watched as she
soaped up her hands and pushed the steel rings over them. I used a
lock to attach her chain to the headboard of my bed and that was how
she stayed all that night and well into Sunday morning. With her hands
locked above her head she was defenseless against my tickling and
stroking her most intimate areas until she exploded in wondrous orgasm
time after time. When I'd tired of that I suddenly fell upon her
luscious body and pushed myself into her until my lust was sated in a
great flood of release.
On Sunday I got Samantha to help me set up the tent in the back yard.
I have a smaller one which is easy for me to put up but I also had a
larger tent that has a screened in front section that you can sit in
if the bugs are bad. At this time of the year I expected the bugs to
be bad. Two people were required to set it up but it was nice and
roomy inside. You could easily stand up in it. I pulled it out from
storage in the basement and I wanted to be sure it had survived being
unused for so long. As we worked to put the tent up I could see Sam's
excitement grow from seeing the reality of our impending trip on the
following weekend. I had insisted that Sam leave her shackles on so
she was a little awkward helping me, but she managed.
She had worn a short skirt and a tube top which she could put on with
her hands chained. She had brought along a sweater to wear in the
evening. When it was time for me to take her home I asked her to keep
her shackles on. I said that she could hold her sweater in such a way
to cover her hands when we got to her apartment. She looked at me for
a moment, then smiled such a wicked smile I was touched. This was
probably the first time she would be so bold as to wear such an
obvious bondage item out in public.
As I drove her home I asked if I needed to pick up anything for her
like bread or milk. She said no. I told her then to keep her chain on
for the rest of the day and all that night. She agreed without
hesitation. I watched her walk across the lot behind her building, her
sweater clasped in her hands in front of her. At the door she fished
her key from her pocket. She turned to look around her, then looked at
me. Sam brought her hand from under her sweater and waved at me, the
ring around her wrist and the chain clearly visible. I waved back.
She put the key in the door and disappeared.
The following week I was busy finishing up stuff at work and getting
my camping gear ready. I repaired a few spots on the tent and took it
down on Tuesday night just before it began to rain. I packed
everything up ready to go. Wednesday evening I took Sam out for dinner
and we made love again in her bed afterwards. She packed a bag for the
trip which I took home with me. The next evening I loaded all the crap
into the truck, tied the canoe on top and we were ready to roll.
I asked Sam to meet me at the subway station at the north end of the
city Friday morning to save a little time. I packed up the cooler with
food and picked her up there at eight in the morning. Shortly after,
we were cruising through the country side, the sun bright, radio on, a
glorious day.
We stopped at a burger joint along the way for an early lunch, then
pressed on to arrive at the western gate of the park a little before
noon. A little over half an hour later, and I turned off the road into
the campground. Silence descended like a thick shroud when I stopped
at the gate and switched off the motor. A few birds, gentle rustling
of leaves in the trees, I could feel the tension flow out from me.
I went into the office to check in and pick up the park information
newspaper. I'd paid by card when I had booked the site so it was only
a moment before I was moving slowly along the road, searching for our
spot. I backed in the Jeep, then killed the engine for good.
Sunlight sparkled through the trees where a little path at the back of
the site led a short way to the lake. After untieing the canoe, Sam
helped me carry it down to the water. The shore line was soft sand
and appeared to be shallow for a ways out. A perfect spot. The site
itself was reasonably far from it's neighbors, separated by some brush
amongst the trees.
I try to get at least one week camping in each year and this time I
had a pretty companion to share the experience with me. Opening the
back of the truck we prepared to set up camp. My routine is simple,
first the lawn chair, this time two of them. Then I set up the stove
and poured some water into the kettle for it to boil.
"Now," I told Samantha, "We wait for the coffee."
Camping requires a certain mental state. I found the quicker you gain
that state of mind the better. I could see Sam fidgeting in her chair,
eager to do something and I put my hand on her arm, looked at her and
smiled. She began to calm. When the water was ready I got out the
kitchen basket and fixed us two cups.
"Next," I told her, "we drink the coffee."
I sipped at the drink while staring out at the lake through the trees.
Sounds, seemingly from far away could be heard. Children playing at
the beach, a rattle of plates, someone fixing lunch. A car door
closing. Birds. No steady din of cars or planes.
After about twenty minutes I stood and stretched, looking around for a
good spot for the tent. I went to the truck and pulled out the ground
sheet, then spread it out. A small flurry of activity ensued as Sam
and I laid out the tent, hammered in some pegs and sorted out the
poles. Then, a walk down to the beach.
We walked hand in hand along the road to the washrooms, then further
along to the beach. I sat down on the grass at the edge of the sand
with Sam cuddled close, letting the warm summer's day infuse us with
laziness. You could spot the people who had been here a week, or more.
Laying on the sand or sitting in the shade. Kids out swimming or
digging in the sand. A sort of serenity to them, at peace with
themselves and the beauty of nature all around. Sam was still edgy,
wanting to do something, anything. I turned to her.
"Close your eyes," I said, "listen."
She sat, straining to hear.
"I don't hear anything." she said. "Kids laughing, the waves on the
sand."
She sat for a few minutes longer, then opened her eyes and looked
around. I pointed out a rocky island at one side of the lake, another
to the right that you couldn't really see because it blended in with
the tree lined shore behind.
"There's a river around the corner," I said pointing to the right,
"that goes a long way. We'll do that one tomorrow. At the end of the
lake," I pointed straight across, east, "is the other river that
passes another camp ground."
I could finally feel Samantha begining to let go, start to attain a
little of that calmness I felt each time I came here.
"It's beautiful here." she said.
A little while longer and I said "let's go". We returned to the site
to finish with the tent. I gave my rickety air pump to Sam and had her
blow up the air mattress while I finished putting a tarp over the tent
and then I started to string up rope between the trees for another
tarp over the table in case it decided to rain. I got the clothing
bags into the tent and after a nice groping session we changed into
bathing suits for a swim.
I got us towels, sunscreen, something to drink, and we headed for the
beach. By this time we were both hot and sweaty but the lake was cool
and ever so refreshing. You could walk out quite far before it got
deep. After a long swim we dried off, then I lovingly spread sunscreen
over every inch of Sam's exposed skin. She did me and we lay on the
towels, relaxing, for the rest of the afternoon. I was unsure if I
should tell Sam my plans, or just drop it on her tomorrow. In the end
I decided to fill her in on the general idea. Quite often with a
scene, the anticipation beforehand can make the difference between a
good experience and a great one.
"Tomorrow we'll get an early start." I told her. "Early for me is nine
or so. After breakfast we'll paddle the west river to the waterfall
and spend some time there. There is a branch in the river that we'll
take on the way back that leads into a swamp. Kind of a funny place,
you could get lost in there without a compass, but don't worry, I have
one. It's a little hard to find, a bit of a tough slog to get into,
and I've never seen anyone else bother to go there. The swampy part
doesn't lead on anywhere, just stops in a big area with low hills all
around.
"When we get to the swamp I'll chain you." I watched Sam's expression
change. Her eyes got wide for a moment, then a kind of dreamy
expression came over her face as I went on. There were people around
us, people walking nearby. I kept my voice low, sinister, as I told
Sam what I was going to do to her.
"I remember a rocky area at the south end that might do. I hiked up
the hill a few years back, there's nothing there. I looked on the map
before we left, no trails around that area. Should be nice and
private. I'd like to chain you up to the cliff, like in the drawing
you gave me, but I don't know if that will work. I might have to use a
tree, we'll see. I'll bring a small axe and I should be able to find
some suitable sticks around, something thin and springy, birch or maple
maybe. We'll see what works best on that cute bum of yours."
I could see my talk having a visible effect on Samantha. She was
breathing hard and her chest and face had a rosy glow, but not from
the sun. A small grin pulled the corners of her mouth and her eyes had
a far away look to them. I finished telling her my plan.
"I expect that we will be there for a while, perhaps until it starts
to get dark. I might leave you chained up there alone for a while. I
picked up a nice toy for you last week, a rubber bit gag just like the
pony girls have. Don't want you yelling too loud and waking up the
bears."
I'd heard her draw in a breath at the mention of the gag. When I
mentioned bears she looked startled.
"What bears." She asked.
"Well," I explained, "this is bear country. This is were they live, in
the woods."
I thought I might have gone too far with the bear thing, Sam being
from the city and all. I explained that bears don't usually bother you
if you don't bother them first. I'd only ever seen one once, wandering
through a campground in fact, and he seemed more intent on trying to
look inconspicuous than wanting to eat me. She began to get agitated
about being left alone and helpless. About getting beat with a stick
however she seemed fine. Go figure.
"I will leave you at some point," I said, "but I'll stay nearby.. I'll
keep the axe with me if it will make you feel better. I could never
let anything happen to you Sam, you know that."
She did know that, she told me, but I could still see a bit of worry
in her face. I suggested a dip so we splashed around in the water
again, Sam staying close to me and we touched each other under the
water, out away from the other people. Sam pulled down my trunks a
little and mounted me right out there, brushing aside her bikini
bottoms and guiding me into her. But it was really obvious what we
were doing and I stopped it, telling her we should save it for later.
Later came in fifteen minutes. We gathered up our stuff from the beach
and headed back to the campsite. The place was starting to fill up now
with people coming in for the start of the weekend. In the site next
to us were four young women setting up their tent. I said to Sam they
looked like they needed some help and I pretended to go over but she
held my arm tight and led me into our tent..
I unrolled the sleeping bag on the mattress and spread a sheet over it.
Before I'd finished I had a naked girl climbing on my back. Sam pulled
down my wet shorts and tossed them in the corner, then made a grab for
my semi erect penis. She quickly had it hard and ready. She
practically threw me down and raped me.
My lovely Samantha pushed me down on my back onto the sleeping bag and
threw her leg over to straddle me. She was completely naked, no
jewelry, except for her piercings, no bondage, just her. This
aggressiveness I'd never seen in her. She had the most serine yet
wicked look on her face as she guided my cock into her slick cunt and
began to hammer her body up and down on me. It was great.
With the increased activity in the campground I didn't need to worry
at first about Sam making noise, but as her pounding became more
frenzied she started to vocalize her heat in yelps and louder moaning.
I used the first thing that came to hand, her bikini bottoms, rolling
them up, and packed the fabric into her open mouth. When she became
aware of what I had done she grinned and pushed the bottoms tighter
into her own mouth, then let out a muffled yell as she renewed her
efforts on my cock. I grabbed hold of her hips to pull myself up
facing her, then wrapped my arms around her waist to hold us together.
Her body was bouncing up and down, her wet hair flying all around us,
and now her tits were rubbing on my chest with my hairs tickling her
nipples. Her arms flew up around my shoulders, her cunt ground down on
me, and we both came together in a quick, crashing orgasm that left me
reeling with the intensity of it.
I eased back down to the mattress, pulling Samantha down with me, and
we lay like that for a while, panting our breath in each other's faces
as we recovered. I saw on her face, as she began to become more aware,
her previous predatory expression change to that of almost guilt,
shame at her allowing herself to force herself on me like she had
done. She moved herself up to allow my softened cock to slide out of
her, grabbing a handy beach towel to catch the inevitable mess. I sat
up to stroke her back and her hair. She knelt on the floor beside the
bed, looking downwards, feeling, I thought, troubled.
My nature usually demands that I am the one in control of things,
particularly things having to do with sex. That's just the way I like
it, the way I am wired, I guess. But there have been times where I
allowed my control to slide, to let myself be taken over somewhat
with, I suppose, feelings of submissiveness. Just to lay back and have
another do it to me, not having to think, but simply savour the
pleasures being given to me. I had enjoyed letting Sam gain the upper
hand just now, having her force the issue, so to speak. Now, as I
watched her try to figure out what to say, her submissive nature at
war with what had just occurred, what she had done, I knew I had to
regain my position and handle this situation. I had to, and I knew Sam
expected me to. I roused myself to start pulling on my shorts.
"Get dressed Sam." I said in a gentle but firm manner. "Short skirt
and tube top only."
I left the tent, buckling my belt and zipping up as I went, and
stepped out into the late afternoon sunlight. The campground was busy
now, the noises of cars and people setting up their camp would
continue past nightfall. I opened the back of the Jeep to get the
water jug, then went down the road until I came to a tap. Along the
way, and while I was filling the jug, I nodded to people passing by,
saying hi and such, nice weather. I wondered if any of them guessed
what I had been doing not ten minutes ago.
With the jug filled I returned to our site to see Samantha standing
outside the tent, looking lost. I heaved the water jug onto the picnic
table, then took the kettle to put some water in it. Yes, it's coffee
time. I smiled at her and I lit the stove to heat the water. I sat at
the table motioning to Sam to join me. She looked good, fragile in a
way, her bare legs and feet, her bare tummy and arms, hair somewhat in
disarray. She sat near me looking down at the ground. I let her speak
first and I didn't have to wait long for it.
"Master I'm sorry for letting myself get carried away just now. When
you told me what you had in mind for tomorrow I just got so hot that I
had to have you."
"I suppose I'll have to punish you." I told her. An image instantly
flashed in my mind and I smiled.
Sam looked up at me. "You're not angry?" She asked.
One look at her face and I had to relent.
"No." I told her. "I want you to enjoy our time up here. I'm pleased
that you found my plans for tomorrow to your satisfaction."
I got up to prepare the coffee, making two cups after the water had
boiled. I handed Sam hers, then sat near her again.
"After dinner we'll go for a boat ride across the lake." I said.
"There's a bike trail that we can walk along and another path to a
different lake. Maybe we'll find a quiet spot for your punishment."
She looked up at me in surprise. Apparently I had not been kidding
earlier, and I watched her begin to fall back into her subbie state,
imagining what form of punishment I had in mind.
It soon felt like dinner time and the smells of cooking coming from
around us seemed to confirm it. I put the frying pan on to heat,
arranged some things on the table and sat to prepare our dinner. On a
piece of firewood I cut up some potatoes and onions into thin slices
along with a few other vegetables. The potatoes went into the pan
first with a little butter. I talked as I worked.
"Have you ever been hit with a cane?" I asked. Sam shook her head, no,
and I went on. "Me neither. I've been told it can be rather painful
though. you wouldn't think it but a thin springy one can hurt worse
than a thicker, stiff one."
I gave the potato slices a stir and went on. "We'll try it later and
see how it goes, O.K.?"
Sam looked up dreamy eyed. "Yes sir."
Some sliced chicken breast went into the pan with a dash of hot sauce.
Several minutes later I added the rest of the vegetables, green
peppers, fresh yellow beans, and a sprinkle of salt and pepper. Two
cut up tomatoes and some fresh bought bread, along with a nice bottle
of dry red wine completed the meal. After supper Sam washed the dishes
while I put things away, then I gathered up some stuff for the boat
ride. We made a trip to the washrooms, then we set out.
My canoe has a rather flat bottom with a ridge along the length and
two shorter ones on each side along the bottom. While not as easily
maneuverable as some I've tried, the trade off of better stability is
one that I prefer. Alone, I can lean it over on it's side to bring
more of the bottom out of the water making the paddling easier. Sam
was a little nervous at first until, while still in the shallow water,
I showed her how far the boat could lean before it started to feel
tippy.
It must have been around six when we set out, with still a good three
or four hours of light left. I set an unhurried rhythm telling Sam to
take it easy so our arms didn't get too strained the first time out.
There was no wind and the lake was almost as smooth as glass. I
steered us around the island and we stopped along the rocky side to
pull into a little bay and get out. Sitting on a rock with my lovely
companion beside me, bare feet in the warm water, evening sunlight
upon us, could it get any better?
There were others out on the lake, taking in an evening paddle, and we
waved to several couples who passed by our rocky perch. After a while
we got back in the canoe to paddle across the narrow lake to the other
side. There was a small sandy clearing which was an access point to
the bike trail and a portage trail to another lake. I stepped out into
the water, then began to rummage through the bag I'd brought along.
Sam watched me pull out a length of chain which I put into my pocket,
two small padlocks that went into the other pocket, and my small
hatchet that I stuck under my belt in back. I tied off the boat and
handed Sam a towel to carry and we put on running shoes for the walk
through the forest. I used a can of bug spray to apply some on us both
so we wouldn't get eaten too badly, then I held her hand to help her
up the steep embankment to the trail.
The bike trail use to be a railway line. The tracks had long been
removed and, more recently, bridges had been built to replace the
original ones that had fallen down or were taken away. The line runs
the length of the park, it's flat surface and gentle grades making it
ideal for cyclists to travel on. A few people on bikes passed us as we
walked the short distance to the other trail. I turned onto this trail
and after only a few minutes walk we were alone, surrounded by thick
forest.
The trail was up hill. I spotted something that looked like a passable
path leading to a small rocky cliff face and turned off, pulling
Samantha along with me. After I was sure we could get to where I
thought was a good spot I stopped and turned to her.
"Put out your hands, Samantha." I said as I pulled the chain from my
pocket.
I had brought two locks but only one key and I made sure I had the
right lock before I wrapped the chain around her crossed wrists and
clicked the lock closed. The lock with the key back at camp, in the
truck. When I told her this her eyes got wide for a moment as it
dawned on her that she was now stuck with her hands chained together
in front until we got back to the camp site. The chain was long enough
that it hung almost to the ground when Sam lowered her hands. I took
up the end in my hand and began to lead her through the forest again.
There's never a shortage of sticks in the woods but I needed a special
one. Twice, as we walked, I stopped to pull the axe from my belt and
cut a branch off a bush or a tree, ones that were nice and straight,
fairly even in thickness along the length. I used the sharp axe to nip
off any side shoots and shave off some of the bark. After I finished
with one, I gave it to Samantha to hold between her bound hands while
I worked up another. When we reached the small cliff, we walked along
the base until I spied a nice niche that even had the perfect tree
growing partially imbedded in the rock face.
"Wait here." I told her.
I went to the tree and shook it, then climbed up the rocks a bit until
I was sure there was nothing loose that may fall later on. I asked Sam
to come over to the tree. Taking the end of her chain I pulled her
hands up just a bit over her head, then looped the chain around a
thick branch and clicked the other lock closed, the one that I had the
key for.
Since we'd left the boat Sam had been very quiet and when I'd chained
her hands I heard her let out a little moan as the lock clicked
closed. After I'd handed her that first stick to carry I glanced back
a couple of times to see her feeling the smooth wood and perhaps
wondering how it would feel against her bum. I watched her now as she
tugged on the chain, put her weight on it, and I saw it in her eyes as
the reality of her situation came to her, that she was chained to a
tree out in the wilderness, completely at my mercy.
I undid the belt of her skirt and unbuttoned the buttons to let it
drop to her feet. As she stepped out of the skirt I pulled her
sneakers off too, then I pulled her stretchy tube top down over her
hips and down her legs to the ground. As per my previous orders she
had on no panties. While I was bent down I caught a whiff of her heady
musk and breathed deep of it. I gave her pussy a squeeze and felt her
heat, the wetness there signaling her readiness for what was to come.
I gathered up all her clothes and placed them on a rock nearby, then
returned to stand before her and picked one of my sticks off the
ground. The thin one. I set my voice in a low, ominous tone.
"Samantha," I began the incantation, "for allowing your wanton lust to
get the better of you and for forcing yourself upon your master with
no regard for his feelings or wishes, you will receive ten lashes with
the cane upon your pretty little bum."
I thought I did well getting through that speech without bursting out
laughing. I could see Sam also trying not to smile.
"I haven't brought your gag," I told her, "so I don't want to hear you
yelling, O.K.? If I have to use leaves and junk to gag you it won't be
pleasant."
"Yes sir." she said.
I took a position behind her and told her to keep still. Before she
even knew what happened I laid on six quick strokes, three on each
cheek. Not all that hard, mind you, but firm enough to leave nice
reddened marks, nicely spaced I might add except for the last two
where Sam had begun jumping around as the pain started to register in
her brain.
"Ow, Ow, Ow!" She exclaimed as she hopped from one foot to the other.
She pulled hard on her chain to try to bring her hands down to rub her
stinging bottom, but of course that was impossible, and she only
succeeded in shaking the tree a little. A few leaves fluttered down as
she strove to sooth her tender bum and she gave me a highly erotic
display of a naked young girl struggling to free herself from being
chained to a tree.
Her shock and surprise soon waned and she began to accept the pain
and settle down. I checked the chain around her wrists and adjusted it
as much as I could to give her a bit better comfort. Then I traded
the thin stick for the thicker one, holding it before her face. Should
I or shouldn't I, I thought to myself. Samantha seemed O.K. with this
so far, so I did it. I held the switch to her lips.
"Kiss." I said to her.
She did. Sam had glued her eyes to the stick when I'd presented it
before her and as I moved it closer to her lips, she tilted her head
up to gently plant a little kiss on it. She then locked eyes with me
and smiled so sweetly that my heart almost melted. I had to turn away
to step behind her or I would have become caught up in the power of
her lusty desire.
Sam planted her feet apart slightly and bent at her waist as much as
the chain would allow, to present herself as a nice target for me. I
could see her pussy displayed nicely, the lips swollen with her
arousal, her two rings shiny in the evening sunlight that was
filtering through the trees. Sam wiggled her bum to shake me from my
reverie. I paused just a moment longer, then I swung.
I put a bit more snap into this one, catching her cheek around mid
point, between the upper two marks. Sam let out a low grunt as her bum
absorbed the force of the stroke. Just a short pause to let her settle
and then another stroke, same place, other cheek, the sharp sound
seemingly loud in the silent forest. I looked around, cocked an ear,
but I heard no one. If anyone happened to blunder along the trail I
felt confident I would hear them well before they saw us in our rocky
shelter.
I gave Sam her two final strokes making her groan rather loudly on the
last and slump down slightly, held up by her chained wrists. I dropped
the stick to put my arm around her waist to help support her and take
her weight off the chain. The tan lines of her bikini bottom had given
me a nice canvas to work with and there were only two places where I
had coloured over the line. I held her tightly and nuzzled her neck as
she quickly recovered. When she could stand by herself I took the key
from my pocket to unlock her from the tree.
I sat with my back to the tree and Sam lay across my lap while I
gently traced her whip marks with a finger. Her ass was burning hot. A
few of the lines felt raised slightly and I felt Sam twitch a bit when
I touched her there.
"Are you all right Samantha?" I asked.
She answered after only a moment. "Yes sir, I'm fine."
"No really, are you O.K.?" I asked again.
Sam raised up off my legs to press her body against me, putting her
arms around my head and pressing her lips to mine in a passionate
kiss. I shifted around a bit beneath her, there was a rock or
something digging in my ass, then I held her tightly to me as our
tongues danced together. We broke apart after a long while to just
cuddle beneath our tree. I checked her hands again and shifted the
chain around a little, then it was time to go.
I had to help Sam to get her clothes back on, then we set out. I
carried the two sticks and held on to the end of Sam's chain while she
followed behind me, until we reached the trail again. I then gave her
the chain to hold and I draped the towel over her wrists. That way if
anyone came along it wouldn't look like I had a pretty girl chained up
in the woods. However we made the canoe without seeing anyone and
after Sam was comfortable I pushed the boat out and stepped in.
Samantha found kneeling in the bottom preferable to sitting on the
seat. I paddled while she enjoyed the view. It was just beginning to
get dark as we arrived back at our site. I stepped out into the water
to pull the boat closer to the shore before Sam got out. There was a
moment where she dropped her chain and it clattered loudly against the
side of the canoe but there was no one nearby to notice. I walked her
into our tent, then went to the truck to get her key.
After I unlocked her hands I saw there were a few red marks on her
wrists that would probably result in some bruising, but Sam said that
it was worth it and seemed quite pleased with her session in the
woods. A little taste of things to come that had gone very nicely, I
thought. I had her strip and I applied some of my soothing witch hazel
skin lotion to the marks on her bum. I found that it was also good for
bug bites which we both had a few of. Sam wanted a shower but I said
to wait, that we'd take a quick wash in the lake before bed. I left
her in the tent to get dressed while I made us a pot of tea.
Although it was still hot outside, what's camping without a campfire?
I chopped up some pieces of scrap wood from a box full that I'd
brought and built a small fire in the fire pit. I lit the lantern and
then found us a package of biscuits while Samantha made the tea. Then
we sat around the fire to relax and talk.
"How's your bum." I asked. "Sore?"
"A little." she said. "That was nice, back there. I felt so exposed
out in the open like that."
"I would have stopped if I heard someone coming."
"I know you would have. Are you still going to do that to me
tomorrow?" She asked.
"Of course." I answered. "Something like that. For longer perhaps, a
little more involved. We'll see."
"Would you make love to me afterwards?"
"In a little while, sure." I knew what she really meant.
"No." she said. "Yes, I mean later, but tomorrow too, out in the
woods. Could we. . . ."
"Sure, Sam. I'd planned to."
We got up to take a walk around the camp ground and stop at the
washrooms. There were still people setting up their tents and trailers
by the light of their car headlights. The place was full, not an empty
site to be had. Folks sitting around the fire, drinking, laughing,
music playing softly. Great. We arrived back at our site and finished
off the tea while I tuned in the weather report on my little radio. We
listened to some news reports from another planet far removed from the
safe and peaceful reality of here.
The campground began to quiet down later on signalling bed time. I
asked Sam if she had her bracelets with the chain with her and she
said yes so I asked her to get them. I got a couple of towels and a
bar of soap while Sam pinned up her hair, and after I turned off the
lantern we headed towards the lake behind our site. It was pitch dark,
no moon, just a ton of stars over our heads. I watched Sam soap up her
hands to slide her bracelets on and then we washed each other in the
cool lake water. We sat naked in the water afterwards, for a long
while, just holding each other and staring up at the heavens. Sam said
she'd never seen so many stars before. The sight of the night sky up
here, so far away from the glare of city lights, never fails to humble
me, makes our world seem so insignificant in such a vast universe.
After we dried off I gathered up our clothes and Sam held her chain so
as it wouldn't tinkle while we padded naked along the little path to
our tent. We both took a piss on some bushes, then, after brushing the
dirt off our feet, we lay down in the softness of our bed with just a
sheet covering us since it was still quite warm. Cuddling close
together, we drifted off to sleep.
[end part 1/2 - Chapter 2]
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