Saturday.......

Saturday .. where to start??? so much happened and affected my mind set... ok.. here are the events ..

Saturday morning - after breakfast - Sir tied me up into a rope harness - as we were scheduled for a sketching session with a local BDSM artist around noonish. Now Sir is known for the tightness of his rope work......... and in just over an hour i was feeling the chaffing of the ropes on my private pink bits.. i kept saying over and over in my head - "i can't wimp out...... i can't wimp out".. But just around noon i did.. i went to Sir with tears forming and explained i couldn't take it anymore.. my ass was so sore it felt like it was cut and bleeding. i was so sure Sir would just remove the ropes and then the sketching session would have to be altered (The artist wanted me in ropes) BUT no!!! Sir surprised me and just undid the ropes enough to loosen up the offending knots and put it back on .. it felt so nice to have the ropes cocooning my body without them biting into me.

Then because of a small conflict / confusion with scheduling Sir and i were due for our volunteer jobs (Sir as DM.. me as first aider ) at noon, so the sketching was put back till 2 ish......... As no one had any major first aid issues i was pretty much left to wander around .. like a lost soul.. until a Top requested that i put the corn into a bucket of water in preparation for dinner.. .. Now i am not adverse to a little kitchen work......... BUT people!!!!!!!! did you know worms live in corn?? Did you know that when you submerge said corn in water, the worms float to the top??!!! i thought i was gonna have a fit.. ugly wiggly slimy white grubby looking worms... i still shudder thinking about them.. (remember i am a city girl - i do NOT expect to find bugs or worms in my food!!) And as a side note.. 3 men at dinner found cooked grubby worms in their corn when they opened them.. trust me when i say i skipped the corn part of dinner..

Ok.. ok.. back to the day's schedule.. at 2 Sir and i were at the artist's tent .. i was laid out on my side (thankfully only naked from the waist up - as it was still a bit chilly when the sun went behind the many clouds) and Sir laid along side me resting his head on my tummy... we had to hold this position for about an hour! Do you have any idea how long an hour is when you are lying on your side propping up your head... trying not to get too bored.. and not allowed to move a muscle??? the only good thing was .. Sir had to lie as still.. so he got to experience the same muscle cramps and boredom..

Ok.. now to the fun part.......... right after dinner Sir took me into the play tent... He decided to have a big session before the camp fire.......... and what a great idea it was .. no sooner had we set up... then the masses started flowing into the tent looking for equipment to play on. This evening Sir selected a large frame meant for suspension mostly i guess.. but He strung my arms up to the chains.. after Friday's session in the stocks i felt positively free!!! He had brought the whole toy bag into the play tent.. and our gorean whip which i love was taken out and given prime space on the table.. i knew that it was gonna see a fair amount of use on Saturday evening.. i had stripped off the sweat shirt.. and at the last minute Sir dropped my trousers again ... and they lay puddled around my ankles (there is a reason i mention that.. ) and then He went to work on me... now i was feeling fairly feisty.. and up beat.. and it didn't take long for our usual playful interaction to start up.. me stamping my foot, using kaya's safe words .. every one i could think up and then some.. and of course my laughing out loud..the fates had aligned themselves and it was a perfectly good night for a session. A number of folks stopped to watch the "show"... and were laughing along with Sir and i.. (sessions don't always have to be serious and ouchy and things to "endure" sometimes they can just be good fun!!!) It did not take long for the endorphins to kick in.. and take me high higher highest. i honestly felt like i was flying.. i was swinging on those old chains .. doing a BDSM version of the Irish jig and thoroughly enjoying myself...

Sir decided towards the end of the session to have a little sexual play (shall we say??) and He came round front of me and started to fuck me with His hand.. and it felt ohhhhhhhhh so good.. lots of pent up horniness was ready to explode out... when i realized two things 1) people were watching!!!! MY GOD people were watching.. and 2) i was terrified i was gonna ejaculate.. and that is never a pretty sight.. at least not to me.. if i am lucky it just pours out of me.. if i am unlucky it squirts out of me and Sir loves to try and measure how far it went this time!!! AND as i looked down at Sir's hand working its magic .. i saw my nice clean trousers puddled around my ankles and for whatever stupid reason.. all i could think of was .. "DON'T GET THEM WET!!" it wasn't like i didn't have dry warm clothes in the tent.. but for some weird and wonderful reason i didn't want to mess these pants... sub space what can i tell ya!!!!

So i started doing this little wiggle dance trying to get my pussy angled out OVER my trousers instead of pointing straight down........ the heat was building fast .. and i knew i didn't have long to find a solution.. when i heard the words spilling out of my mouth... "please Sir may i cum??!!!" and god love Him He granted permission .. and i did cum.. but fortunately did not ejaculate gallons and my trousers were saved!!!!

After tidying up the space we ambled outside and curled up in front of the blazing fire.. and later.. well that is where i started this story a few days ago.. .. when Sir was chatting with friends and i was watching the young submissive being fisted or fucked or something on the table beside me..............

What a weekend... what an experience!! i can't wait to go back next year......

oh yeah one last thing... kaya .. to answer your email question about how come i got to meet Master Cal and j and n .. seeing as i am from the Great White North.......... well Sir belongs to a Vermont BDSM group.. and they haven't as of yet closed the border to us Canucks.. soooooooo we do occasionally travel south of the border for events.. and guess what Master Cal and j have actually travelled up here to see Midori.. which is when i first met them!!!