After arriving at camp and getting settled in, Pam and Gerry attend a meet and greet. The next day, they begin getting immersed in the camp activities and Pam assists her former Mistress in a class she is teaching.
After cleaning up their dishes, they gathered their gear and headed over to the designated area. There were already a number of people there, and a bonfire was already raging. A long table had been set up for any goodies people had brought along to share. Gerry set the chair up next to an empty one, then hung the bag of popcorn on a Sheppard’s pole holding a lantern set up next to the goody table. All the mods had nametags that said MOD and their fetish or real name. They were walking around greeting people and chatting with each one briefly.
People who had been to previous camps were also walking around and introducing themselves to new people or those they did not recognize. They offered their assistance if anyone needed help with anything or had any questions. Mod Central was just across the road from the dungeon and the occasional scream could be heard. The mods pointed out that many ‘scenes’ would be enacted over the course of the week that could be watched. Mods were on duty throughout the grounds 24 hours a day, and many of the scenes had been preapproved. If anyone saw or heard something they felt was inappropriate, they should report it to a mod and not interrupt the scene.
Everyone had been given this information at registration as well as the camp safe words. Mods were clearly identified and there were also ‘trolls’ with walkie talkies that could also help or call for a mod. Besides that, there was a first aid station also staffed 24 hours by actual nurses or EMT personnel. Everyone was very friendly, not at all what Gerry had been expecting, though he really had not been sure what to expect.
“This might not be so bad after all, babe.”
It had been a long day, and they were both quite tired. The class being led by her former Mistress that Pam had agreed to assist at was first thing in the morning, so they gathered their belongings and went back to their campsite. They grabbed their shower gear and headed for a quick shower then went back to their tent and promptly fell asleep.
They had decided to buy their breakfast each day, so when they woke up, they headed over to the food court and got two breakfast plates, two coffees and a large orange juice they shared. They went back to dress for the first part of the day. Gerry had decided to attend the class, at least to see if it caught his attention, but just put on a pair of shorts and a tank top. Pam put on a half push-up black lace bra that left her nipples exposed and a matching black lace thong. Her collar was still on and she planned on wearing it the entire time except in the pool or hot tub and the shower. She also added a pair of wrist cuffs.
When they arrived, Mistress Candace was setting up a table in the front of the room with a variety of items. When she spotted Pam, she waved her over while Gerry took a seat in the back near the door. Pam walked up to her Mistress and bowed her head. Her hands were held behind her back.
“Good morning, Mistress Candace. I am here to serve you and have you do with me as you please.”
Pam then turned around with her back to her Mistress, then faced her again, then turned her back once again.
“I see you have not forgotten how you greet your Mistress, kitten. Very good,”
Candace then clipped the cuffs together and turned Pam around to face her. She attached a leash to the ring on her collar and placed it in Pam’s mouth. Pam walked to the side of the table and knelt down, sitting back on her heels, her head still bowed. Gerry watched this little ritual with fascination. He wondered what type of ritual she had done for her Master when she was with him. The chairs were beginning to fill and then another girl, naked except for a collar and cuffs walked up to Candace and did the same thing Pam had done, then went to the other side of the table and got in the same position as Pam. Gerry noticed that both her nipples were pierced, where Pam’s were not.
The class covered the true strength of a submissive in that it was not that the Master or Mistress overpowered the submissive, but that the sub relinquished her power to the Master or Mistress. This put the responsibility for the well being of the submissive in the hands of his or her owner. She went through some training regimens using Pam and the other girl to demonstrate her points. Both girls seemed to anticipate her orders, moving or doing things at the same time she was explaining them. The two girls returned to their positions at each side of the table during a question and answer period. When that ended, the tent began to clear. Gerry stayed in his seat waiting for Pam to leave.
Once everyone had gone, both girls stood up and Candace unclipped the cuffs and leash. She kissed the other girl on the top of her head, whispered something to her and then dismissed her. She then kissed Pam’s head as well, but then took her chin and lifted her head.
“I have missed you kitten and I am glad you still remember your training so well. I would like to use you in another demonstration, but I don’t know if your Gerry would approve. I know you told me you have not been with anyone else since you wed.”
“I have missed you as well, Mistress. We have agreed that whatever happens here will stay here, but what is it you wish me to do?”
I am leading a demo on the proper way to fuck an ass. I have a male sub that usually does the deed for me, and I can always use another kitten instead, but I remember how much you enjoyed it when anyone, including me, fucked you in the ass.”
“I would love to assist you in that, Mistress, but I am not sure how he would take me being with another man. He knows I still had sex with a woman, even after we were engaged, and of course, he knew about you. But I can see if I can feel him out and let you know.”
“I would not want to cause you any problems, but I do have an idea. Perhaps he would be willing to fuck you while I instruct. Do you think he could perform in front of an audience?”
“Again, I am not certain; he is not exactly vanilla, though he has never been into the lifestyle all that much either, Mistress, but I will ask.”
Candace pulled on both her nipples and pinched them hard.
“Good kitten. You know, with those gorgeous nipples of yours, it’s a real shame I could never get you to pierce them. They would look beautiful with some jewelry adorning them. Now be on your way.”
“Yes, Mistress, Thank you.”
Pam walked over to Gerry and they left the tent. There was a camper-led fundraiser kissing booth that Gerry wanted to check out. $1 for a kiss on the lips, $2 to kiss her boobs, $3 for her mound and $5 for a lick of her clit. Gerry was glad they had brought a lot of cash, as the site suggested. Pam was just happy he was getting into the mood and participating.
“So, was that the kind of thing you did every time when you saw your Mistress? That little ritual, I mean.”
“Yes, for the most part. Every Mistress or Master has their own idea of how they expect your devotion to them to be shown. Some can be much more intense. Mistress Candace was stern but gentle. She meted out punishment when it was warranted, but was never cruel about it. She knew each of her pets well and gave each of us what we needed. In turn, we gave her the control.”
“And you enjoyed that?”
“It was what I desired at the time.”
“Do you still desire it? Desire her?”
“Yes and no. sometimes I miss not having to decide what is best for me. But in your own way, you do take care of me as much as my Master or Mistress Candace did. And I knew what I would be giving up when I fell in love with you. Especially when you were ok with my still seeing women after we got engaged. But I decided that if you were willing to let me do that, you deserved 100% of me once we married. And I have been faithful to that ever since.”
“But you do miss the lifestyle?”
“Sometimes, yes. But not enough to cheat on you or go behind your back.”
“And if I did know or said it was ok, would you get back into it?”
“I don’t know… maybe. But it would need to be something special to draw me back into it as deeply as I was before.”
“Something like your Mistress? I saw how you reacted when you saw her. And I saw how happy you looked when she asked you to help her with this class. And I suspect that she has asked something more of you when she was talking to you just now. What does she want you to do, babe?”
“Well she did ask something of me, but she also does not want to offend you or do anything that would hurt me and us.”
“Do you want to do it?”
“And what exactly is it?
“She is doing a demo on anal sex, and would like me to be the recipient.”
“And this would be with a guy or with a woman and a strap-on?”
“With one of her male subs. But she also suggested that if you wanted, it could be with you if you preferred.”
“So you would be fucked in the ass in front of an audience by some other guy or by me if I want?”
“Well I know doesn’t bother you to have people watch while you have sex with someone, but I am not sure I could do that. And I am not sure I could watch you have sex with another guy.”
“That is the dilemma, I know. The question is that even if you didn’t watch, would you be ok knowing I did it?”
“Can I think about this? I know we agreed that anything that happened here would stay here, but that was a theory. And when I said that, I meant it, but now this is reality. Would you be ok if I had sex with other women here? Not that I want to, but if the situation came up, so to speak.”
“I guess that would depend on why you were doing it. If it was just a ‘tit for tat’ because I did, maybe not; if there was some other reason and it didn’t have anything to do with us or affect our marriage, I probably would be.”
“Okay, babe. That’s fair. I just need to give it some thought. Now let’s see if we can find that kissing booth.”
They tracked down where the booth was and both got in line. Gerry kissed each boob and her mound which just had a narrow landing strip. Pam took a long slow lick of her clit. It was an hour before the next activity Pam wanted to attend, but Gerry opted out of attending. They decided to take a walk down to a small lake on the campgrounds. There was a paddle boat at the dock that no one was using, so they took it out for a spin around the lake. When they got back, Pam headed to the class and Gerry headed back to the campsite. He was making ribs for dinner and wanted to marinate them first, so he would do that and let them sit till it was time to grill them.
After the class, they met up at the food court and had a couple of hot dogs and some chips for lunch. Then they headed over to the dungeon to check out some of the action. On the way there, they passed a girl with her arms tied up over her head to a tree branch. She stood with her legs spread wide open. She held a flogger in her mouth and a ping pong paddle was hung on the tree along with a sign that said ‘Please flog or paddle me because I have been a bad girl’. A man in a leather kilt, t-shirt, and combat boots were sitting in a chair nearby. Her ass, boobs, and back were streaked with red marks. Dried tears could be seen on her cheeks.
Gerry looked at the man and he nodded at Gerry. He took the paddle from the tree and gave each cheek a little pat, then one a little harder.
“Was that hard enough, slut?”
The girl shook her head.
“Should this nice man give you some harder strokes then?”
The girl nodded her head.
“Have at it. My slut has been very bad and knows she deserves to be punished and she does love to be paddled very hard. Don’t you, slut?”
The girl nodded again.
Gerry took the paddle and hit her several more times much harder on each cheek. The girl grunted and squirmed a bit, but never let go of the flogger in her mouth or twisted to avoid the blows. Fresh tears appeared in her eyes. He hung the paddle back up and nodded at the man again, then they continued on their way. When they got to the dungeon, there was a man just outside the tent demonstrating his skill with whips. It was fascinating to watch as he popped balloons with whips of different lengths. He cracked two whips at once and then cracked an eight foot one twenty times in a row.
After watching for about fifteen minutes, they went inside the dungeon. In one corner was another suspension cage. Chains on two opposing sides supported a long pipe about an inch and a half thick. From a center crossbar, a long strap with a loop at the end was hanging on either side of the pipe, about two feet away, and in between the pipe and the strap on each side was a chain. They arrived just in time to see a girl with her legs spread apart and bent over getting a good sized but plug inserted into her ass. A man then took a cane and asked her how many strokes she wanted.
“A dozen, Master.”
He took the cane and gave her a dozen very quick strokes. Before he could even finish, welts were forming. He then picked up a flogger and gave her a dozen more lashes between her legs. Two guys then picked her up and lifted her u so she was straddling the pipe. Her master attached each wrist to one of the chains hanging down and then raised her arms up slightly. Next, he put one foot in each loop and the men let go of her. She came down hard on the pipe and kept trying to pull herself up and stand in the loops to rise up off the pipe, but the loops were just far enough away that they kept pushing outward and she could only hold herself up with her arms for so long. Her Master kept pushing the pipe back and forth so it was rubbing against her clit, then side to side making it even harder to stand up off the pipe. He asked the people watching if anyone wanted to try it out. One Mistress with a male sub pushed him forward.
“He would like a couple of minutes on it.”
“Is that right, buddy?”
“Yes, Sir. Please, Sir. And it is what my Mistress desires for me.”
The two men picked him up and set him over the bar. His wrists were cuffed to the chains and feet put in the straps. He was able to hold himself up longer than the girl had and when he lowered himself, he rested off to one side. But then his Mistress signaled to the man who began pushing the pipe around randomly. The sub winced but did not make a sound. When his time was up, the two me lifted him off the pipe.
“Thank you, Sir. Thank you, Mistress.”
The Mistress walked away slowly with the sub limping behind her.
to be continued…
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