We circled around the fire under a dark ripe sky, many of us sitting on borrowed chairs. We bantered back and forth, seeing each other with flickers and smiles. Hours of conversation over firelight and smores. It was a chilly night, and laying in front of the fire on a stretched out massage table, a beautiful woman, wearing her skin cover only, and the hands of her mischievous Master. They were definitely center stage.
This Master's tool for the evening (in addition to his sparkling wit and overwhelming modesty... hehe) - a Violet Wand, with OH so many attachments! Here in the darkness, He zapped, traced, made slave jump and squirm. He kept mentioning it was time for Santa, while slavelette on table said, "oh no, Santa's mean..."
Santa ended up being a bulb attachment with a particularly strong current. Hiding inside the bulb, a face shaped filament. The jolly man's dark smile lit up when charged, which of COURSE needed flesh to complete the current.
And this Master's little lady, did just fine! Kudos of course to His Number One slave – she was the best assistant to the chef, I've seen! That and, her Master was quite charming. Really. There were a few notable little hotties running around, dressed in leather, a few dressed in their own homegrown skin. I lost count of how many tits were meandering through the trees. A cock or two as well!
This summer, I happily attended a somewhat local campout with hundreds of other BDSM perverts. Locations, names, are being withheld, to protect the guilty. *giggle
Very well organized, lemme tell ya! Classes included: Strap On play, with full demonstrations inside both male and female victims, er volunteers; dynamics in Master / slave relationships; Living in two worlds, vanilla and BDSM... and the list goes on! All of this occurring outdoors, occasionally punctuated by an echoing whip, or paddle slap. The follow up grunts and shrieks, mixed with laughter and the sound of euphoria…. Yummy mix.
On this August night when Santa came to play, the evening also held a body drumming event. The main pavilion was an ocean of naked submissives, laying on massage tables, being caned, drummed, while heavy base music slowly stomped in the background. Many Dominants delighted in muscle, flesh and bone.
This summer's weekend in the woods, with many of the BDSM M/s D/s persuasion, was My first campout with other fellow perverts.
And yes, I'll have a second helping, thank you! (and a 3rd, 4th, 5th…. )
