Camping with Adrea

Postby kateknots » Sun Aug 29, 2010 9:28 am

[color=#0000FF]Thanks for all the positive feedback. As long as you guys like reading this stuff I will keep writing

In my last post I told you how I spent a few hours torturing Andy as a way for her to settle a debt.
Even after all I had put her through she actually owed more now then when we started. While I did let her go for safety reasons this was not over by a long shot.
I got her a robe and a cold drink. After a few minuets I broke the silence bay saying something like “What am I going to do with you”? “I don’t know........Torture me??? she smiled. The crazy kid was actually having fun! I was glad but at the same time a little pissed. At the rate this was going I would never get even!
Then I had another idea. I asked her how much money she had. She said about $20. I told her to get dressed and that she was taking us out for Pizza. Over lunch we talked some more and I discovered that, in spite of her tough girl demeanor she was really quite submissive. Well not submissive exactly as she was sort of a pain slut. She admitted to me that she liked the challenge of bondage. She also told me that she discovered that she liked the risk involved in being helpless and the whole not knowing whats next thing really turned her on.
On the one hand knowing this sort of dulled my high in the sense that I was getting off on torturing her, BUT if she was enjoying it to much was it still torture? On the other hand I had a eager curious subject upon whom I could unleash my budding imagination.
That’s when I introduced an new proposal. I proposed that she would never have to pay me the money as long as she agreed to be my slave. The terms were simple . She would come when I tell her, do what I tell her, and allow me to do what ever I want to her when ever I feel like it. She had to agree to break plans with other friends and even lie to her parents if necessary. I didn't care how she did it but she had to be available to me on demand. Needless to say I wouldn’t make her miss school or do anything that would really get her in trouble, but short of that that was the deal. We also agreed that she would never have to pay me the money unless she wanted out of the agreement. Then she would have to pay me double. The only other ways out of the contract (short of death) was if and when she were to get married or when she goes into menopause which ever came first. She sat silently for a moment as if she were really thinking about it. Then she asked “If I agree to this I never have to pay you back”? “Right” I said and she smiled and agreed to my terms . We shook on it and finished our lunch.



More Time With Andrea Part 2:

I emailed her the next day and told her that we were going camping the next weekend. It was still summer break and we had plenty of time on our hands. I informed her that my parents would be going away for a long weekend starting that Thursday and they agreed to let me stay behind. Since I am such a good kid my mom agreed to let me use her car for the camping trip. SO I told Andrea to be ready on Friday at 6:am. I told her to wear her blue jean crotch hugger’s and a tank top. I told her to pack her tooth brush and a sting bikini in a fanny pack and leave the rest to me.
Since my family has always been into camping we had tons of equipment. The day before the trip I spent the afternoon packing an extra large pack with everything we would need. I packed everything in the largest northface pack we had. I used a second smaller duffel to pack the toys. Naturally I included lots of rope, cuffs and a couple of newly acquired gags, and several roles of tape and plastic wrap just in case.

THE DRIVE.

I rose before first light and dressed in my kaki shorts, denim sleeveless shirt and high tops. I loaded the last of the gear in Moms Jeep and headed to Andreas. She only lived a few minuets away and I timed it so I would show up right on time. As I pulled up in front of her house I saw her standing on the front steps waiting. She was dressed as instructed and carrying only her fanny pack. The one thing I had neglected to instruct her about was foot wear so naturally she chose a pair of hiking boots. She hopped in the front seat next to me and we took off.

It was about a two - hour ride to the camp site. We didn't talk much on the ride but I did stop long enough to let her to buy me coffee and fill mom’s tank. (I am such a good daughter)!
We arrived at the camp site a little after 8:30. We both went into the ranger station to sign in and so she could pay the site fees. I knew the campgrounds as I had been there many times before with my family. I had reserved a rather secluded site that was pretty hidden behind a stand of trees and backed up to a lake. The best part of it was that it was secluded enough that you had to hike in, and since it was the last site at the end of this particular trail it was unlikely that we would be getting any visitors.
After getting the necessary permits we drove about a half mile to a parking area. There was a store, a shower room and toilet facilities. This would be our last chance to enjoy indoor plumbing for 3 - days.After filling four large canteens we unpacked the car. I helped Andrea on with the pack, (You didn’t think I was gonna carry it did you?) Additionally I strapped on a small dome tent, a sleeping bag and a couple of smaller tie sacks. I could see she was about to buckle so I decided to show a little compassion and took one of the canteens and put it over my shoulder.
Then it dawned on me “Those dammed boots”! I thought. That's when I made her stop and take them off. Now it would be to sadistic even for me to make the girl do a 2 mile hike in bare feet. SO I made her take off her sox's and put her feet back in the boots. Then we were off.
The woods were beautiful that time of morning. As we hiked we could smell the aroma of coffee and bacon frying as near by camp sites began to stir. We walked for a long time without passing anyone. We passed one couple hiking out. They were loaded down with their gear and looking all refreshed from their night under the stars.
A short while later we arrived at our site. We found it just as I had expected, nestled among several tall trees. There was a stone BBQ grill to one side and a well used picnic table not far away. The ground was mostly dirt with a thin layer of twigs and pine bark. I had Andrea start unpacking while I did a little exploring. There was a small path on the far side of the site that wound it’s way down to the lake where there was a small beach made up of mostly sand and stone.
When I got back to camp Andrea had set up the tent as instructed and had begun to stow the gear. “Take your boot off”. I ordered. She stopped what she was doing and did what she was told. I had her sit up on the edge of the picnic table and I inspected her feet. They looked absolutely raw. The new leather of the boots had rubbed big red spots all over the tops and sides of her feet and they were sore to the touch. I ordered her to stand and to remove her shirt. (I mean there really was no one around.) I took a long piece of hemp rope form the toy bag and fashioned a sexy breast harness . I tightened it just enough to support her perky little breasts.
He nips went hard instantly and I knew that a few hours like this and she would be nuts! I fitted a ball a new blue ball gag in her mouth and then had her sit back on the table. I took the laces from her boots and tying them end to end I used them to hobble her toes. I then gave her an empty canvas bag and instructed her to go down by the lake and fill it with stones. I knew it would take her some time to complete this task so I used the time to change into my swim suit. ( a 2 piece string bikini.) I laid out a yoga mat and my beach towel. I was going to catch some rays. I took her about a half hour to return.
I decided that it was time for a little structured torture so I had her empty the stones on the ground in a nice pile near one side of my lounging spot. I had her stand on the stones after which I used the laces to retie her ankles and big toes together. I used some more rope to tie her hands behind her head. I decided that a sleep mask would do for a blind fold then I settled in with a book. This was fantastic. There I was laying out relaxing. If I got tired of reading I could just look up and watch Andrea suffering! How cool! I lay there for the next couple of hours just enjoying the view. Every now and then I would role over on my stomach and using a stick I had found I would gently tap Andrea on the tops of her feet. Not hard at all, Just a gentle ‘tap, tap, tap’. This wasn’t really hard but I was getting off on doing it.

Around noon I released her from her bondage and allowed her a short rest. I took advantage of the time to inspect her feet once again. Now her soles were both red and dirty. I knew she was in incredible discomfort. To spite that she hardly made a sound. Even when I took the gag out all she said was a quiet “thank you”’.


More to follow.....

Re: Camping with Adrea

Postby snobound » Sun Aug 29, 2010 9:38 am

Very nice! I love the stone torture!
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Re: Camping with Adrea

Postby Jason Toddman » Mon Aug 30, 2010 7:36 am

Nothing like a good campout story! :big:
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To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Re: Camping with Adrea Continues

Postby kateknots » Mon Sep 06, 2010 12:26 pm

Hi there. Sorry I have token so long to continue my camping story. Things have been just a little hectic lately. I do want to thank all of you who have given me so much positive feedback thus far.
In recalling the key events that took place It occurs to me that a lot of what happened might not be appropriate for this particular web site. What I can tell you is that I found myself enjoying myself a lot more then I might have imagined. I continued to unleash a number of tortures on Andrea. The more things I did the more I wanted to do. I never really got carried away and she was never in any real danger. In fact she never once asked me to stop , not even once. As long as she was hanging in there I decided to keep it going and I did.
As the afternoon continued I placed her in a seated position on the grate of the BBQ pit. I tied her arms behind her in a particularly uncomfortable position. I tied her wrists together and bound her above and below the elbows. I knew this was an especially uncomfortable position and that made it very exciting for me. I spread her legs by tying a rope around each ankle. I continued to rig her up by placing a thin cord over her shoulders passing it behind her neck I wound the loose ends around her breasts so that they ballooned up. I tied it as such a length that she had to lean forward in order to relieve the tugging. I placed a couple of stiff clothes pins on her nips (don’t worry she can take it!) Then arching her feet back as far as possible I tied a cord between the clothes pins and her big toes. So here is the total package She was seated on an iron grate that was cutting into her ass, thighs and legs. She was bent forward in such a way that an incredible amount of stress was being placed on her shoulders. If she tried to straighten up to relieve the shoulder ache she would tug on her breasts. If she moved her feet or wiggled her toes she was torturing her own nips. What a trip. She was in real distress and I was loving every minute of it.
I cant believe how horny I was getting watching her suffer like that. What a turn on!! I had tied her in as an uncomfortable position as I dare still I wanted to make her suffer even more. With that in mind I began to caress her, pinch her and tickle her. She squirmed and whined like crazy! Finding a nice round stick I used a knife to sharpen one end to a fine point. Next I began to experiment, using my newly crafted torture implement I poked , scratched and teased her in some pretty unmentionable ways! After a while I paused and asked her if she wanted her nip clips taken off. She whined and shook her head yes. I told her she would have to take them off herself, She looked at me with the most desperate glare so I decided to help her. The help came in the form of several firm swats across her soles. I continued until she pulled the clips off with her toes. At that point she was starting to come unglued. She was writhing against her bonds. She was squealing and sobbing. Damn, I was so turned on. As much as I wanted to continue I decided to release and then retie her in a less stressful position.

For the rest of that day I tied and retied her. Insuring her that she was my toy and that I would never stop torturing and using her. As much stress and discomfort she was in she was finding her predicament as sexy and exciting as I was.
That night I staked her out in the dirt. I covered her with a plastic tarp from shoulders to ankles. I place a rope gag in her mouth and blindfolded her. I left her staked out all night while I slept in a nice comfortable tent.
About 3am it started to rain. It was gentle at first but then after a little while the wind started to pick up and it began to rain harder. That’s when I emerged form my nice dry comfortable tent to tend to my captive. Now I could have shown some mercy and brought her inside but whats the fun in that? No, instead of untying her I removed the tarp that had been covering her and then quickly ran back into my tent. There from the safety of my dry canvas shelter I watched through the flap as Andy go steadily soaked. The rain was not especially cold but it was coming down really hard. She later told me that it felt like a million little needles being thrust into her at once. The best part was that that as the rain continued the ground around her began to get saturated. It quickly turned to mud, mud she slowly sank in! Fortunately the heaviest rain lasted only about fifteen minuets. Once it slowed down I put on a poncho and went out to check on her. Actually I was checking to make sure the stakes had not gotten loose in the mud. I found that while the stakes continued to hold her tight that she had started to sink in the mud. This caused her to be stretched even tighter then before. I asked her how she was doing. She just grunted and flashed me the finger. I laughed and returned to my nice dry tent.
The rain lessened to a drizzle and by first light it had stopped all together. I emerged from the tent rested and refreshed. Andrea on the other had enjoyed no such luck. As I approached her I could see her eyes were closed. I could tell from her breathing that she had fallen asleep. I stood over her for a minute looking down on her soaked body, covered in mud and marked from the tortures of the past day. The interesting thing was that I felt no compassion for her. At that moment I knew that my sadistic lust trumped everything else. Deciding to not show her any mercy I awakened her with a sharp rap across the soles.... and so we continued. :bondage:

Re: Camping with Adrea

Postby Jason Toddman » Mon Sep 06, 2010 12:35 pm

This story is still utterly fascinating. Please continue! :big:
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Re: Camping with Adrea

Postby kateknots » Mon Sep 06, 2010 8:13 pm

Thanks Guys

There is one a part I will post Tues

Re: Camping with Adrea

Postby tymetite » Tue Sep 07, 2010 4:04 am

really good story please continue, but one thing a role is like an acting role and all others i think like a roll of tape roll her over are all roll. thank you

Re: Camping with Adrea Finale

Postby kateknots » Tue Sep 07, 2010 11:32 am

As I rapped her across the soles she jolted awake. Still stuck in the mud. She was stretched to the limit. I untied her ankles the one wrist. I turned her over face down in the mud. Holding one are behind her back I untied her other wrist, twisted her arm behind her and tied her wrists behind her back. She started to struggle. I grabbed a hand full of her dirty hair and pushed her face in the mud. Wow! I didn’t mean to do that until it happened. I can’t describe the sudden rush of power and control! I instantly decided to go with it. I continued to grind her face in the mud pulling her hair and as I whispered all the nasty things I wanted to do to her. After a minute or two I dragged her up onto her feet and led her down the path to the lake. At the time I was wearing a pair of Cotton shorts, flip flops and a tee shirt. Now I too was covered in mud. I quickly removed my clothes and led Andy still bound into the lake. We waded in about waste deep and I plunged her head first under water. I held her there for about five-seconds. I let her up and she gasped for air. Then I removed the loos fitting rope gag to make sure she didn’t strangle. After about thirty-seconds I plunged her under again, this time I went down with her. The water felt great rippling around us as all the mud and grime floated away. I stood up bringing her up with me. We both caught our breath and I dunked her again. I brought her back up after a few seconds. Then I walked us closer to the beach. At this point the water was below our knees when I made her kneel. I will tell you that I the feeling of power and control really made me more horny then I had ever been in my life!
Now this is where our activities go a little off the charts. I can tell you that while she was on her knees her arms remained tied behind her back. I dunked her several times holding her head under the water.
I will not account for what happened over the next 30-minuets when she was not under water. I will tell you that we emerged from the lake clean and refreshed. (And I was especially refreshed!) Still not wanting to release my captive I tied one ankle to a stake I had driven into the beach. I returned to the camp put on a loose dress and got us both some food and water. I returned to the beach and leaving her ankle staked out I untied her wrists and allowed her the eat while she fed me. Once we had taken some nourishment I staked her out again in a wide “X”. Instead of simply torturing her I found numerous was for her to satisfy me while tied. I amused myself this way for some time before I released her from the stakes. I tied her ankles together and her wrists behind her. Then I laid down next to her. Cuddled her and we both fell asleep.....

The End.

Re: Camping with Adrea

Postby Jason Toddman » Tue Sep 07, 2010 11:35 am

Great story. Sounds like some of the fun times I had in adolescence, only I was the one who was always tied up and it was all guys, but otherwise very similar to your story.
My first girlfriend and I went camping and she was the dominant one there too and tied me up, but (though I wouldn't have minded at all) she was not - quite - as rough with me. But it was still fun.
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Re: Camping with Adrea

Postby beefsteak » Wed Sep 15, 2010 7:52 pm

Very cool story. I can't help feeling concerned about one bit though. The rain part. She could have gotten hypothermia or pneumonia, just be careful out there.

Peace.

Re: Camping with Adrea

Postby radfahren » Mon Sep 20, 2010 12:03 pm

Wow, what a story! I've never heard one written from the point of view of someone so sadistic!

Re: Camping with Adrea

Postby josh » Fri Oct 01, 2010 1:34 pm

Sounds like quite the adventure. I'm not sure who's more lucky. you or her. Either way wonderful story. really enjoyed it.

Re: Camping with Adrea

Postby beefsteak » Wed Mar 20, 2013 7:48 pm

Are you going to post another story? Please do. This is my favorite story on this site and your first one isn't far off.