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 MFF, bd, sm

   This story is roughly based on an excellent experience I had with a
slave not too long ago.  As far as most of the interaction between me and
my slave, it is true.  Then unfortunately we did not get the third visitor.
We are very much into the world of BDSM from the safe side of realty.

   I hope you enjoy the story.  As always, I look forward to hearing from
you.  Any feedback is appreciated.  You can email me at
blade19545@yahoo.com with comments.  Again, I look forward to hearing from
you.

   All names and places and events are fictional.  Any resemblance to
people living or dead is purely coincidental.  This story is a work of
fiction, and the author does not condone any practices described in this
story.  Fantasy is fantasy, and reality is reality, please know the
difference.

   THE HIKE by Blade c August 2015

   My hours were a bit odd, then very flexible as well.  I had been
planning this three day getaway for about a month now.  It was late August
and things were cooling off so I wanted to get out of the city and into the
cool pines one last time before the snow rolled in.  Like I said I had been
planning this for a while.  So leaving the office and walking to my car, I
checked my cell phone; it was 2:07.  Great!  I thought.  Plenty of time to
escape and get set up.  The night before I had packed up everything that I
thought I needed into and onto my backpack.  Yes now it probably weighed in
the neighborhood of forty pounds but I was young and once strapped on it
would not be much of a burden.  Starting the car I set the radio.  Tank was
full as that was my last stop before work this morning, filling up and
getting this chore out of the way.  One quick stop to pick up Buddy and out
of town I would be headed.

   Buddy was basically a mutt.  Going in to work about a year ago he was
under a bush about half starved to death.  I mentioned this to a couple of
coworkers and yes they had seen him but no one was going to do anything
about it.  Then finally one of them suggested we call animal control and
let them deal with it.  I told her to hold off a bit.  I normally pack my
lunch every day.  I went and sliced my sandwich in half.  Looking around I
found a paper cup and filled it with water.  I went outside and first gave
him a bit of water which he greedily began to drink down.  About half way
through I took his water away and gave him the sandwich.  Putting it in
front of him he looked at the sandwich and backed away.  Then slowly he
wormed his way back to the sandwich and started inhaling it.  Once the
sandwich was finished I let him finish the water off as well.  I reached
over to rub him between the eyes.  He snarled a bit but offered no
resistance.

   I went back in and told the one girl to hold off, that I thought I had a
solution to the abandoned puppy.  Over the next few hours I took water out
to him three times.  Getting off of work he was still in the same place.  I
basically had to drag him out and carry him to my car.  So this is how
Buddy and I found each other.  Looking in my rear view mirror we were at
the City limits.  I rolled his window about half way down and he stuck his
head out and began to sniff the fresh air.  I could hear him and he was
getting all excited.  We had both been camping a few times and we both
loved getting away and the freedom from the noise and crowds.  Looking at
the mile marker I knew we were less then seventy miles from our
destination.

   It felt great pulling into the parking area designated for campers and
hikers.  Soon I found myself and my backpack heading up a trail.  I had to
put Buddy on a leash as he would get very excited should we be greeted with
another hiker or two.  About four miles in we hit the fork on the road.  I
turned left and soon left the trail.  I had been camping basically at the
same spot by years and had never seen any sign of anyone ever being there.
So yes it was very secluded and that was what Buddy and I wanted, no one
around but us.

   A few minutes later I found our spot and dropped my backpack.  I walked
around for a few minutes and took in all the beauty and lots of fresh air.
I started unpacking and quickly got the pup tent up.  I sat on my bedroll
and chewed on a piece of homemade jerky.  I got up and tossed it in the
tent along with the backpack and zipped the screen shut.  I was not worried
about people, more a matter of an uninvited critter getting a bit too nosy.
By now I had let Buddy off of his leash.  I whistled and he came running.
About half a mile below us, was a really nice stream.  We hiked down
towards it.  Once we got there Buddy did not hesitate to jump in and enjoy
himself.  As for myself I took off my hiking boots and socks and sat at the
edge of a big rock and let them dangle in the cool water.  I soon found
myself laying back and trying to absorb the last of the sun's rays before
dusk.

   I felt Buddy's tongue as he had basically woke me up.  Was so nice and
comfortable and more as I had fallen asleep.  I pulled my feet out of the
stream to let them air dry.  I could see where they had become all wrinkled
as they must have been in the water for quite a while.  I put my boots and
socks on and started up the mountain and back to camp.  I knew I would be
sore in the morning as I was a tad out of shape.  Once back at camp I
wanted to relax and Buddy was nothing but a bundle of energy.  I found a
stick and we played fetch for a while.  The sun was quickly disappearing. I
thought I would gather some wood to make a campfire later.  So looking up I
remembered it was going to be a full moon so I opted to just have a dry
camp, well at least tonight anyways.

   I pulled out my ipad and went reading on a book I had started on a few
days before.  I found myself reading and reading and Buddy must have
finally worn himself out as he had just laid down next to me and was being
a good boy.  The moon rose higher and the night actually got brighter. 
Looking around at the clearing it was like a giant flashlight was on us.  I
fished through the backpack and found the short leash.  I called Buddy and
snapped it on him.  "Come on boy, we are going for a midnight stroll." I
had lost a dog once when he opted to chase a deer one night and never
returned.  So now I was always far more cautious.

   We had probably hiked a couple of miles.  What a marvelous and gorgeous
evening it was!  I kept telling myself.  I actually smelled the burning
wood before I saw the soft flicker of flames.  I had never encountered any
campers in this area before so I was a bit leery.  I backed up about a
hundred yards and found a sapling to tie Buddy to.  Whispering to him I
instructed him to be quiet and to stay.  Slowly I made my way back towards
the campfire.  Creeping to within about fifty feet of the fire I hid myself
behind an oak bush.

   Why was I being so secretive?  I thought.  My eyes now adjusted to the
fire I could see it was a younger Lady and a middle aged man.  They were
just sitting opposite of each other and sharing.  I could not make out any
words, just barely hearing voices.  I sat there about ten minutes and was
about to get up and sneak my way back to Buddy.

   The man stood up and she did likewise.  Then she started peeling off her
clothes until all she had on were her hiking boots.  This was getting
interesting, I thought.  He had gone to their tent and pulled out a bag of
sorts and had set it on one of the folding chairs.  I could see him
rummaging through the bag and taking things out but I had no clue as to
what at that point.  He said something to her.  Again I could hear the
voices but not make out the words.  She walked around the fire and faced
him.  He knelt down and was putting something around her ankles?  Then she
put out one arm and it was in place.  Then the next one and I realized what
it was.  He had just put cuffs on her.  He led her to a rather large tree,
which was actually an advantage to me.  This way I could get a better view
of the bright moon, and it not be offset with the flickers of the flames.

   Now I had noticed where he had some rope with him.  He ran a piece of
rope through one cuff and wrapped her arm around the tree trunk.  He then
instructed her closer, though again I could only hear voices.  Although he
was on the other side of the tree it appeared that he was tying her hands
basically together.  He went down on one knee and ran the other piece of
rope through it.  Walked around and looped it through the other ankle cuff
and pulled it tight.  Soon I could see one young Lady that appeared to be
both naked and tightly bound around a large tree trunk.  Mentally I was
shaking my head.  What the heck is going on here?  I wondered.  Then soon
enough, the man 'told' me.  He had walked back to the bag and pulled
something out.  Walking back behind the girl he again said something to
her. She appeared to nod her head OK.

   Then he hit her across the back.  What had he hit her with?  I was
trying to get a better focus and could not.  Then it dawned on me it was
some type of whip or contraption.  I was going to get up and call bull shit
on this.  Then I noticed where she was not screaming or crying or
protesting.  At times I could barely hear soft moans of pleasure coming
from her.  He went back to get another whip.  Then this one I could see
better and I remembered they call these floggers.  Then I noticed this
tingling sensation between my legs.  I was turned on by all of this.  Then
childhood and teenage memories that I had long suppressed were filtering
through my mind.  I remember the old westerns and how the good guy would
grab the one bratty girl and place her across his knee and give her a
"deserved" spanking and how I had wished she was me.  Then I recalled
reading later on in life and the dark castles and the villainous things
going on.  Allowing my mind to wander a bit, I thought as to being strapped
in the dungeon and the King or one of his servants whipping me.  I had
suppressed those thoughts for so long yet here they were, reappearing
before me as I watched this young Lady get beaten.  Then I also had to
acknowledge that at times I got turned on reading the police reports on
rape and abduction and so forth.  Yes that was totally wrong.  But here was
a man and a Lady that both seemed consensual to what was taking place.

   Again he walked up behind her and pulled her by the hair and spoke into
her ear.  Again she nodded yes.  In a nice smooth and almost hypnotizing
the way the beating continued.  As it went on the strokes from the floggers
seemed to get harsher and harsher.  He would take a break go talk to her,
receive another nod of OK and bring out yet another flogger.  After using
his fifth or sixth flogger (I had lost count by then) again he whispered in
her ear.  She nodded yes again.  Then this time he went into the tent and
emerged with a blanket in hand.  He walked around the tree and began to
undo her ties and cuffs.  Releasing the last one he had to spring to his
feet to steady her or she would have fallen.  With the ropes and cuffs
still in hand he steadied her a bit and wrapped the blanket around her. 
Slowly he turned her and they quietly made their way inside the tent.  I
reached between my legs and you would have thought I had pissed my pants I
was so hot.  Quiet as can be I worked my way back and returned to a very
eager Buddy.  He was all full of love and attention and wanted to play.  I
just wanted to rush back to camp and take care of business.  I tried to
walk as fast and as safely as I could.  I actually stumbled and fell three
times.  Then the faster I went the more Buddy pulled on my rope.  He
thought we were playing tug of war and he was all excited because he
thought he was winning.

   Finally reaching the front of my tent I could not take it anymore.  I
let go of Buddy's leash and as quickly as possible undid my jeans and
pulled them below my knees.  Next my cum soaked panties were pulled down. I
simply allowed myself to fall to the forest floor.  My fingers quickly
found my drenched cunt.  My clit was throbbing like it never had before. 
As I rubbed myself I kept playing the scene I had just witnessed over and
over again.  Yes this was all so wrong then they were both into it so it
was not forced so was it so wrong?  Right then I didn't care I just knew I
had to get myself off and quickly.  I found myself raising my ass and
humping to the three fingers I now had in my dripping cunt.  I could feel
the juices running down the crack of my ass and to my lower back.  Oh gawd
this felt so good.  I felt like a total slut and I loved it.

   Then the thunder hit my brain and the lights in my mind got brighter. 
Like a giant gush of a whirlwind my orgasm overtook me.  I strained my cunt
as far into the air as I could and jammed my fingers in as deep as they
would go.  Slowly but much too quickly my orgasm subsided.  My ass hit the
ground and I could feel all the pine needles and leaves and probably dirt
in the crack of my ass and more.  I was lathered in sweat and did not care.
I did not make any effort either.  I was so content and smiling to myself,
and off to sleep I went.  Later that night I awoke staring into the sky. 
The stars were out and bright and blinking.  It was like I was getting
their approval and they telling me yes it was good that you witnessed what
you did as well as the way you fucked yourself.  I had never felt so dirty
or happy either.  A definite peace was all around me.

   Getting on my knees I crawled into my tent.  I undid my sleeping bag and
rolled it out.  I did not bother to get inside of it.  I decided to just
lie on top of it and continued to try and gather my breath.  I could still
feel the leaves and pine needles stuck to my back and crack of my ass.  I
did not take anything off.  I left my boots on.  My pants and cum soaked
panties were still below my knees.  I knew in the morning I would go down
to the stream and bath myself.  For now I just drifted off to sleep.  Just
two happy campers, Buddy and I.

   I awoke and knew something was a bit different.  Then I did have an itch
of sorts between my ass cheeks.  I reached my hand back and could feel the
mixture of pine needles, and leaves and a bit of dirt as well.  I went to
rub my butt hole something I had never done before.  It felt very good but
my finger could not penetrate my ass.  I put my middle finger to my mouth
and soaked it in my saliva.  Then I went back to trying to penetrate my ass
again.  I was not at all sure as to why I was suddenly having a fixation in
this?  I had never allowed anyone to ever do anything with my ass before.
Then this felt so dirty and filthy and I did as well.

   Finally I got the first part on my finger in but no more.  I started to
use my other hand to play with my cunt and clit.  Everything felt so great.
Again I began playing what I had seen last night over and over again in my
mind.  I could feel a climax coming and decided to forgo it.  I wanted to
feel filthy and dirty all day long.  I grabbed my backpack and pulled out a
package of trail snacks.  I crawled out of the tent.  My pants and panties
were still down below my knees.  I opened the bag and slowly started eating
my breakfast.  I realized I still had my top on.  Buddy was just laying
there trying to figure me out.  I took my top off and threw it back into
the tent.

   As I ate I kept thinking of the profound effect my little "discovery"
last night was having on me.  Off and on I found myself playing with my
cunt.  As much as I was enjoying feeling dirty and filthy I also knew I did
need to bathe.  I took off my boots and socks followed by my pants and cum
filled panties.  These I threw back into the tent along with my soiled
shirt.  I put my boots on bare.  Digging into my backpack I found a bar of
soap and a washrag, along with a clean pair of socks.

   Getting up I began my distension to the stream.  I was marveling at
myself as to this feeling of being so free.  I had never considered myself
to being an exhibitionist in the least.  I was convinced that no one would
ever see me then the thought of being caught.  Much like I caught the
couple last night.  The thought sent positive shivers down my spine.  I
whistled for Buddy and he ran up and we went to the stream together.  I had
my "normal" bathing spot in the stream so after taking my boots off I
slowly slipped in.  Yes the water was very cold.  Then I looked down to see
what a good effect it was having on my nipples.  Buddy was running in and
out of the stream and splashing and frolicking and having a great time.  I
took my time and washed my whole body completely.  I was now totally clean
but was enjoying so many ideas of filth as they entered my mind.  Getting
out I spread myself across a large rock to be exposed as well as the sun
slowly drying me off.

   I was slowly rubbing my cunt and allowing my mind to find the gutter and
enjoy itself there.  I almost dozed off and soon realized that was a bad
idea.  Even though not all too hot here, sleeping in the sun like this
could quickly turn my pale skin to red hot and burned.  I put on my clean
socks and boots.  As I began my climb back to camp Buddy joined me again. I
made a silent vow that I would not get anymore dressed today or tomorrow
for that matter.  Once back at camp I crawled in the tent and straightened
out a couple of things.  Buddy and I played fetch.  Then we decided to take
a hike of sorts.  Having been here many times I knew most of the trails.

   Following this one then switching to that one we zigzagged across the
mountain.  How great it was not to have seen a single soul.  Then my mind
did visit to the thought of being caught.  About three miles from camp I
found a clear spot on a rock and sat down to catch my breath as well as
enjoy everything around me.  Buddy brought me a stick; he wanted to play
more fetch.  Taking it from his mouth I looked at it and it seemed to be a
bit phallic in shape.  Yes why would a stick remind me of a man's cock?  I
asked myself.  I rubbed it between my legs and found the roughness
inviting. I took the stick and rubbed it through both my hands to release
any dirt or lose bark.  Then I also found myself using it as a dildo and it
felt great.  I could see Buddy staring at me a bit confused.  In his eyes I
saw, 'Hey that's my stick and I want to play fetch.'

   Looking at Buddy I just smiled and thought to myself, I'll get you
another stick later but for now I am going to fuck myself a bit.  Other
than my fingers and the one time in high school where I had a handle of the
hair brush in my cunt I had always masturbated what I called normal.  Yes I
like to watch porn on occasion.  Then most would call it soft porn.  Now I
knew that I did not want soft porn anymore.  I wanted to violate myself as
well and to have others violate me as well.

   Again my cunt was producing a lot of juices, much like last night.  I
knew that I had never been that wet before.  Then I also had proof back at
camp, my cum soaked and filthy panties.  How I wished I had them now so I
could sniff the filth and perversion of them.  I worked the stick in and
out with one hand while the other worked on my clit.  Now I was hoping for
a third hand as I wanted someone to play with my ass as well.  Feeling
myself getting ready to climax I took the stick out.  I licked it clean of
my cunt juices as I thought I will save my cum until later.

   I got up and began walking back to camp.  As always Buddy followed me
although a bit bewildered as to what was going on.  Once at camp I fixed a
bowl for Buddy.  I grabbed myself a couple of pieces of jerky and sat and
thought for a VERY long time.  When Buddy was finished eating he went and
sat by my side and we enjoyed each other's company.

   First thing this morning I had made up my mind that I would revisit the
"neighbor's" camp again tonight.  Then were they still there?  Actually no
way to find out unless you go, I thought.  As dusk rolled in I put on a
clean pair of pants.  Although I was, for whatever reason, tempted to put
my dirty one's on again.  As for a shirt I opted for a simple sports bra. I
thought that would be a bit more risqué and I liked that thought.  Actually
I had thought of going naked as well.  Then where we were going into the
heavier bushes and such, my legs would be full of scratches and bruises.

   It was now dark and I was trying to place the moon in relationship to
last night when Buddy and I went for our midnight hike.  Yes I knew it was
nowhere near midnight but what a fantastic hike it turned out to be. 
Grabbing the short leash I called Buddy over and snapped it on.  I stood up
and we started our trek to visit our depraved neighbors and hopefully enjoy
another exciting show.  I found it hard not to rush over there like I had
rushed back to camp last night.  The aura seemed to be there and yes the
endorphins were kicking in.  I kept slowing down trying to control my
breathing and remain calm and not get too excited.  I think it worked as I
found the same spot where I had tied Buddy up last night.

   Tying Buddy down I knelt and patted Buddy and talked to him a bit and
telling him to stay.  I slowly and methodically walked towards the
neighbor's camp.  Again, just like last night, the smell of burning wood
and then the light flames from their fire.  I slowed down and crept to get
closer to their camp.  Much like last night the couple was seated opposite
each other and chatting.  I wanted to get closer so that I could hear what
they were saying but that would be risking too much I knew.  I was squatted
behind the same bush and found myself having to stand and stretch my legs a
couple of times lest they fall asleep.  Then after what was most likely
thirty minutes they both got up and she went around to the older man.  My
adrenalin was running again and I could feel the endorphins starting to
kick in as well.  Was I going to have a rerun of last night?  Fuck yes!  I
told myself.  Then I was a bit put off by my thought as I never cussed.

   It was all starting off much like it had the previous evening.  Her
stripping him going to the tent and bringing out the bag.  The cuffs on and
so forth and my hand went down to rub my cunt.  Through the denim fabric I
could feel how I was already wet.  Yes no panties tonight but I was wet and
knew I would be getting wetter.  I undid my pants and slid them down to my
ankles.  I went down and knelt forward, spreading my legs to allow better
access to my wet cunt.  She was firmly secure to the tree trunk and he was
fishing through his bag.  I could feel my breathing getting a little
jagged. I had wanted to orgasm several times today but had denied myself
that pleasure.  Then looking at the small spectacle about to unfold before
me I was glad as I knew tonight's cum would be as strong or possibly more
than the one at camp last night.

   It was a nice soft thump the first one he delivered.  Then with the
quiet cool evening the sound traveled easily.  Then he delivered another
and another.  I found myself almost swaying as the girl was flogged.  He
seemed to have such a nice steady beat.  Never slow never rushed like each
stroke as it touched upon her skin was to be cherished and savored as well.
He would give her fifty maybe up to one hundred strokes.  He would always
go up behind and talk to her.  Sometimes gently rubbing her back other
times grabbing a fist full of hair.  No matter what he did you could tell
he was checking on her to make sure that she was OK.

   She never cried out or screamed.  She never resisted the next touch of
the flogger.  Rather she seemed to want to pull back and invite them in
even more.  Yes I could hear the occasional muffled sounds coming from her
but they were sounds of joy and pleasure.  There was nothing forced here.
He could, at any time, do anything he wished to this young Lady.  Then
there was that element of trust built between the two.

   I was finding myself having to keep my hand away from my cunt.  The fire
in me was burning even hotter.  I could feel my clit throbbing like it
never had before.  I was ready to explode but knew I would need to wait
until I got back to my camp.  He went and got yet another flogger.  Each
one she welcomed and it seemed that with each one the striking was more
direct, the sound of the leather as it slapped against her skin a bit
louder.  Still there were no cries.  No pleading or begging that he stop.
Only the slow dance that seemed to be playing out between each other.  I
was not part of their play but the aura was in the air.  The two were in
sync, they had the chemistry flowing, they were now both one.

   Again, just like he had done several times before he quit flogging her.
He would walk up behind her and speak into her ear.  Only this time it was
a bit different.  Yes she did the usual nod then this time I heard her
voice as she spoke out.  "Yes Sir, please Sir, Thank You Sir." Again he
walked back to his bag.  Only this time he returned with a different
implement.  I was puzzled at first then he turned in such a way that the
moon caught it and I now knew what it was.  It was a quirt, much like those
people used in training horses.

   Now a cold shiver went up and down my spine.  Was he really going to
beat her with that?  Was that what she said "Yes Sir, please Sir, Thank You
Sir" to?  Yes I will say that two nights in a row I was entertained as well
as mesmerized by the display between the two.  But I was beginning to
shudder a bit in what might happen next.  He put the strap around his wrist
and took up the handle.  He slowly measured his distance.  In almost slow
motion he raised his arm and delivered his first stroke.  With the
combination of a bolt of lightning and the roar of thunder the crack raced
through the air.  I froze not once but twice.  First, because of the sound
of the quirt touching flesh in such a manner startled me.  Second because
this time I did her the wail of her cries, the sob from her throat.  You
bastard!  I thought.  Then no sooner had the thought left my mind and her
voice again.  "Thank You Sir, may I please have another one?"

   If I had not heard it I would not have believed it.  I was telling
myself this is going too far then I could not have moved I was basically
hypnotized by it all.  Then there came the second stroke with the same
force.  Again the same response, then the same for the third one and the
fourth one and the fifth one.  After the sixth strike of the quirt she
simply said, "Thank You Sir", and allowed her head to go slightly limp.  He
turned and put the quirt up and brought out a blanket much like last night.


   My body was boiling it was like I was on fire.  My sports bra had been
pushed up and I not knowing it had been abusing my own nipples.  The air
was very cool and there was a slight chill in the air, yet my body was
covered in a nice sweat.  I dropped my hand and soon had two fingers in my
cunt.  This time when the cuffs were off he had to catch her again.  Only
this time she did not recover like the night before.  So basically carrying
her he led her back to the dying fire.  There was a lounge chair there
where he laid her out.  He began throwing some sticks and small logs back
into the dying fire.  I knew that it was time to make my exit.  I needed to
return to my camp before I exploded.

   Then out of nowhere I heard his bark.  Buddy had gotten loose and was
searching for me then he barked again and I could feel him directly behind
me.  I wanted to tell him to hush but I couldn't.  Then surely they heard
his bark.  I reached back and grabbed his leash and he pulled away on it.
To my side I toppled.  I could not easily get up as my pants were down to
my ankles and Buddy was pulling away.  Then I heard his voice.

   "Who is out there?  What is going on?"

   Everything imaginable was running through my mind especially that I
would be caught in this present position.  Then all of a sudden Buddy ran
and switched position.  I luckily held on to my lead line.  Then the bright
light hit my face and I could also see Buddy had his teeth bared and his
growl continued.  Then, I don't know why I began to cry.  Was it because I
was so friggin scared?  Or was this the most embarrassing moment of my
life? My cry was a short one maybe thirty seconds.  Then once it was over I
felt such a total relief over my body.  The light still in my eyes I gained
a bit of composure.

   Softly I said, "Buddy no come here and sit." He looked back at me and
then to the man with the flashlight and then did as he was told.

   I heard his laugh before I heard his voice, "Talk about getting caught
with your pants down.  I would suggest you get up and pull your pants on as
well.  Let's go to the campfire I think you may have some explaining to
do."

   I did not know what to say or even how to say it.  I crawled to my knees
and then got up, almost stumbling and falling again trying to regain my
balance.  I think he could see the embarrassment in my face.  He turned the
flashlight out.  "Thank You," I mumbled to him.  I shook my pants out a bit
and pulled them up and fastened them.  Then I remembered my top and put my
sports bra back to cover my breasts.  He turned and started walking back to
camp.  Being obedient I followed him.  Walking into camp he stopped at the
blanket lying on the lounge chair.

   "Jill we got company." Out from between the blanket she was wrapped in
her head snuck out.  With a bit silly grin on her face she simply said "Hi"
and went back down much like a turtle would pull his head out of sight.

   He threw a medium sized log on the fire.  It had already picked up speed
and it was feeling very good to me.  He motioned to a chair and I sat down.
He walked off and returned with a canteen which he offered me.  Suddenly I
realized just how thirsty I really was.  I took a big gulp and let it set
in my mouth before swallowing and then a second and a third.  I knew that
was enough for a while.  I handed the canteen back and he motioned to the
ground and I set it beside me.  "Thank You," I told him.  He sat down and
looked into the fire for a bit, then turned and looked at me.  Suddenly he
spoke.

   "Jill is floating pretty well.  Most likely she will be out for another
fifteen to thirty minutes." I had no clue what he meant with the word float
but yes with her little peeks out, she did seem to be in la la land.  Again
he spoke, "Well would you mind explaining all of this to me?" I looked
directly at the fire and blinked my eyes a few times.  Down at Buddy who
was resting by my side.  Then at the man who had just addressed me.  I
cleared my throat and began.

   I told him how I liked to get out here a few times a year just to
escape. He didn't say anything he just nodded.  I then went on and told him
as to how it was a beautiful full moon and how Buddy and I had decided to
take a midnight hike.  How I had smelled the burning wood and located their
camp and how I had never seen campers here before.  How I had taken Buddy
and tied him and snuck back to spy on them.  Then I couldn't look at him
anymore and looked down to my hands.

   Go on.  I told myself.  So I gathered the strength to continue and told
him as to watching him and Jill and how totally turned on I was watching it
all.  How so many things from years past that I had suppressed from the
darling damsels to the slaves in castles and how it had all interested me.
Then I heard something along side me and Buddy growled.  It was Jill still
wrapped in her blanket.  She was up.  She went and sat at his feet, smiled
at me but never uttered a word.

   So I continued and told him, well now them, as to me rushing to camp and
what I did and how hard I had cum.  The hardest I had ever cum in my life.
I had never shared anything about sex with anyone before.  Then after I
told them that I felt good about myself.  I told them how I had slept and
my morning bath.  I told them bits and pieces about the day but not
everything.  I did not share as to masturbating with the stick.  I did not
think I could share that much yet.  However, I did try and emphasize how
very much I wanted to return and hopefully catch them sharing again.  Not
much to say about tonight as that was basically all self explanatory. 
Although I did say how I was getting ready to slowly exit and how Buddy
must have gotten loose and that is why I got caught.

   Jill spoke, "That's interesting, we love it here because it is so
secluded and we feel so safe.  Then now it looks like we were discovered."
She laughed and nodded her head.  Finally he spoke.

   "So you weren't put off when you watched me with Jill?"

   "Oh yes initially when I finally figured out what you were going to do.
I wanted to jump up and tell you to stop.  Then after you had hit her a few
times with the flogger I started seeing things in a different light.  She
was not resisting you; she was not begging you to stop.  She was not
yelling or screaming or crying.  So I watched and as I did those suppressed
memories began to return.  How I wanted to be the brat in the Wild West who
gets taken over the sheriffs knee and is spanked or later and a bit darker
being tied in a dungeon in medieval times and whipped as I was a slave and
such.

   "So I kind of felt a connection if that makes any sense?  So I so wanted
to return tonight to watch the two of you again.  I was so turned on by it
all.  Yes tonight was even better.  You seemed to use the floggers on her
harder and longer.  Then I would see you walk up to her and talk into her
ear.  How caring you were for her it was great until nearly the end."

   He looked at me a bit puzzled, "Well why was it not great at the end?"
Now I laughed.

   "Well the irony is that in reality that was the hottest part of both
nights.  When you returned that last time I knew you did not have a
flogger. Then when I figured it was a quirt I shook my head in disbelief. I
had seen them used on horses before and knew they could be near lethal in
the wrong hands so I cringed as I thought what you might do to Jill.  The
first strike you made on her back was like a sudden crack of thunder it
sounded so loud.  I wanted to jump up and tell you to stop.  For the first
time I had heard Jill's voice.  I heard her cry out, I heard her sob.  I
knew that you had crossed that line and gone too far.

   "Then I also heard her speak and say, 'Thank You Sir may I please have
another one Sir.' That is when more reality struck me.  You were going to
hurt her but you were not going to harm her.  Such a big difference in my
mind.  She had given you the power to destroy her but at the same time
expected you to protect her.  I could feel the connection that the two of
you were sharing.  So for me things just escalated.  It was so beautiful
that it was almost surreal."

   We continued to talk.  They shared as to how they had met, how long they
had been together and the rocky beginning but each having faith in the
other and so forth.  They asked me several questions.  Tried to give me
sane advice and so forth.  We probably talked a couple of hours.  I was
growing weary and looked up into the moon lit stars.  I knew that I needed
to get to bed or better yet get a good cum and then sleep.

   "Well it is past my bedtime.  I had best get a move on things."

   "You can spend the night here with us.  No sense walking out there in
the dark, even with a full moon," he told me.

   "Thank You I've got my own camp no sense in me barging in on you two."

   He just laughed.  "I think we're past the barging in part.  I insist we
have room enough in the tent for both you and your dog.  Don't worry I am
not going to rape you .................................  well unless you
ask then I might."

   I was a bit thrown off by that last remark but did agree I needed to go
to bed now.  The cum could wait until later.  "Thank You I will take you up
on your offer."

   We all three stood.  Jill went first and crawled into her sleeping bag.
He pointed to another blanket in the corner.  I grabbed it and started
spreading it out to make myself a bed.  I took off my boots and undid my
pants but no more and got under the blanket.  Buddy was now lying at my
feet.  Without thinking I watched as the man took off his clothes.  Once he
was completely stripped I looked at his cock.  No, he was not hard but it
was a nice looking one I had to admit.  Then the thought of him raping me
if I asked entered my mind.  I looked up into his face.  He knew I had been
spying on his cock.  He got into bed with Jill and I closed my eyes and
went to sleep.

   Waking up I could smell some food on the campfire.  I could tell that it
was well after dawn so I must have really slept in.  Jill was still in bed.
Buddy was outside watching him tend to the food.  I threw my blanket back
and put on my boots.  Crawling out of bed and walking to the fire I heard
his voice.  "Finally decide to join us sleepyhead?"

   I knew he was just kidding so I shot back.  "Who's us I don't see Jill
here.  You got a mouse in your pocket?"

   "Well actually it is Buddy and I.  As for Jill she was in a heck of a
float last night so who knows about her?"

   Then I asked him to describe a float and such.  We talked and he handed
me a plate yes made from powdered eggs.  Then the jerky had a good flavor.
So I saw no reason to complain.  He fixed another plate and got a cup of
water and took it into the tent to give it to Jill.  Although I still had
no real concept as to what a float really was I now had a much better
understanding.  He came back and finished off what was in the skillet. 
Then it was time for the bad news.  "We are going to be leaving back home
in a bit.  Jill needs to be back at work early in the morning."

   It kind of hit me like a pang.  I wanted to learn more, maybe watch more
and so forth.  Then the experience had already been a great one.  Yes even
getting caught with my pants down.  He started breaking camp and I tried to
help.  By then Jill was up and about folding blankets and such.  He knocked
the tent down and put it up and we were about finished.  I looked around
and except for the fire you never would have known anyone had been here.

   Walking up behind me I heard his voice.  "Would you mind taking off your
pants and sports bra?"

   I was a bit more than startled.  Then what could I say?  Slowly I turned
and looked at him.  Then Jill spoke, "I think that is only fair you got to
watch me twice I would love to watch you once." My mind was so very
confused not to mention my stomach trying to do some weird things.

   Then Jill spoke again, "Don't worry he is safe.  He has experience and
will not push you too far." Jill walked over and picked up the bag.  I
removed my sports bra and took off my boots and pants.  Much like Jill he
began to prepare me as well.  Once the cuffs were on I needed to shake my
head.  This was like a fairytale, I was telling myself.

   Then he led me to the tree and started to work the rope.  As he pulled
my arms together I could feel the rough bark as my skin rubbed against it.
Then with my legs done I just loved everything about this.  I had my eyes
closed so I was a bit lost.  Then I felt his hand on my shoulder followed
by his voice.

   "Are you ready?" I didn't say anything I simply nodded yes.  Being as
patient as could be I just waited.

   Then the first light stroke hit me.  I tensed up and locked all of my
muscles.  I was not accepting this.  Then I felt another stroke and
another. On about the tenth stroke I finally began to relax.  Soon I was no
longer counting the strokes; I was awaiting them with anticipation.  I felt
his breath on my neck and felt his hand gently massage my back.

   "You feeling OK?" he asked.

   "Yes very OK Thank You."

   "That was a light calf hide flogger.  The next one will be a little
thumpier." He walked off.  I had no idea what he meant by thumpier but so
far the first one had felt like a great massage.  Then I felt the next one.
Yes I could feel that it was a bit heavier.  Then I liked it as well. 
After about a half dozen times more he walked up to me and touched me and
basically asked me the same question, was I doing alright.

   Finally (unfortunately) I heard him say, "I think that is all you need
this morning.  I am going to release you from the tree trunk".  My arms
were unbound followed by my legs.  Then just like I had seen Jill do twice
I almost lost my balance, my head was so very light.  Now I was getting a
taste of what a float was.  He turned me and supported me as we walked
towards where the campfire had been.

   "Go ahead and lay down," he instructed me.  I felt like I was going to
collapse down rather than lay down.  Then he gently allowed m down atop the
blanket.  Then I felt him lie down next to me and pull me into a cuddle.  I
wanted to freeze.  Where was this going?  I asked myself.

   Then Jill's voice broke my scared train of thought.  "Just relax.  He is
giving you some aftercare.  In time you will understand it and learn to
appreciate it." My eyes were closed and I was soon asleep.

   Waking I found such a total calm, a great feeling of peace and more
surrounding me.  I did not think that I had slept very long, maybe fifteen
or twenty minutes.  Then I also felt so much rested.  He was no longer
there holding me and being a bit selfish I was wishing that he was. 
Looking up I could see both of them sitting side by side and leaning
against a tree trunk.

   He spoke first, "Well how do you feel?"

   "Great, so great!  I cannot believe how good I feel, so rested and so
relaxed.  That may have been the fifteen greatest minutes of my life," I
told them as I yawned and stretched.  Getting on my knees and facing them
now it was Jill's turn to laugh and speak.

   "Fifteen minutes my butt!  More like closer to an hour.  You probably
took close to a thousand strokes with all those different floggers."

   Yes I could feel some heat on my shoulders and back along with some
soreness.  Then it was all so very welcomed too.  He got up and handed me
my pants and sports bra.  I wanted to tell him I don't want to get dressed.
Let's all get naked and stay that way.  Then reality is they needed to be
on their way.  Once I was dressed they both had their loaded backpacks on.
Then only thing I could help with was folding up the blanket and carrying
it for them.  With Buddy by my side we walked about four miles until we got
to the fork in the trail.  This was where we would part ways.

   On our hike we had continued to share.  Jill did tell me how lucky I was
to be introduced to such play by an experienced and knowledgeable person.
Again they both warned me of the many perils there.  We exchanged cell
numbers as well as email addresses.  I got a warm kiss and a hug from each
of them.  I waved goodbye and worked my way back to my camp.  Once there I
did what I now thought was natural, I basically stripped.  I lazed most of
the afternoon away.  Buddy and I went back down to the stream, me to take
another bath and change my socks.  Buddy to frolic and play in the water.

   I had found myself so very much at peace yet I had so many questions on
my mind.  A little after dark and most likely close to seven, I found
myself wanting to go to sleep.  I set out my bed and reached into my
backpack.  I grabbed my stick (or was it still Buddy's) and slowly started
to rub between my cunt lips.  This time I knew it wouldn't take long.  I
was now focused on me and the tree trunk and the flogging.  My cunt was now
wet enough that it could easily work the stick in and out.  With my other
hand I was rubbing my breasts and tweaking my nipples.  They were both sore
from the abrasive tree trunk and I liked that.  Then quickly another
explosion began to sit upon me.  I was working the stick in and out of my
sopping cunt as fast as I could work it.  I found myself causing good pain
as I pulled and twisted my nipples.  I loved all of this finally and my
climax started to subside.  I rolled over slowly regaining my breath.  I
opted to leave the stick submerged in my cunt.  My last thought was when I
get back to town I'm going to buy a real dildo or maybe a vibrator too. 
Then yes I would keep the stick.  Too many memories there not to.

   I slept deep and I slept hard.  The stick was still submerged in my
cunt. It was a bit rough pulling it out.  Then I did not mind it.  My cunt
juices had run dry so I understood that.  I put my stick away and crawled
out of the tent and walked about fifty feet, Buddy alongside me.  I
squatted and rubbed my cunt.  Then the gentle stream started as my piss
splashed against the forest floor.  I had never rubbed my cunt while I
pissed then a couple of days ago there were a lot of things that I had
never done.  Then it felt good so I was doing it.

   I fixed a bowl for Buddy and a snack bar for me.  We made it down once
again to the stream where Buddy and I did our thing.  I probably stayed an
hour in the stream then I just did not want my getaway to end.  We walked
back to camp and played some more fetch and we walked some more trails. 
Yes I was still naked and loving every second of it.  Then I could feel
where I was getting a bit of sunburn but not much as my skin was getting
some color to it.  Eventually returning to camp I could see it was early
afternoon so I broke camp.  The last thing I did was "force" myself to get
dressed.  I knew that from now on at home I would be a total nudist and
enjoy the freedom it gave me.

   Putting my backpack on Buddy and I hiked to the top of the crest.  As we
began hiking down my thought went to my trek down this mountain and drive
back home.  Then once there I knew my journey in the BDSM lifestyle would
begin.  My new friends only lived fifty miles east of me so I knew I had
them for support.  I just felt so free.

   I hope you enjoyed the story.  As always, I look forward to hearing from
you.  Any feedback is appreciated.  You can email me at
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