A summer camp with a difference.

Postby lasse672000 » Thu May 28, 2009 11:29 am

We were going to summer camp for two weeks, my brother and I. We had already received a list of things to take along. It was the usual stuff, clothes, shoes, bed linen etc. In the letter we got along with the packing list, it said we were to be prepared for some unusual things to happen. What ever that meant. It also said that we were going to be housed in 2-bedroom cabins, 4 girls and 4 boys in each, sleeping in bunk beds.
Any way, we packed our things that morning, and I thought it best to put on my chastity belt, my grandmother had given me last winter. I went to my mother, to ask her to put it on me and lock it tightly.
“Are you sure?” my mother asked. “Two weeks is a long time to be wearing the belt, you know. I never had it for such a long time. I can and I will do it, I just want to be sure, that you know what you are doing.”
“Yes, mum.” I said. “I know what I ask of you. But you know, we will be sleeping in the same cabin as a bunch of boys, and you never know what they can get up to! I just hope it’s waterproof. I would hate, not to able to go swimming just because of that!” Said the clever little 12 years old!
My mother could hardly keep from laughing out loud, when she heard me say that.
“I’ll make it waterproof, don’t worry about that. It’ll only take a minute. Why don’t you go and finish packing, in the meantime?” She asked and went into the bathroom. I went into our bedroom and packed down the last of my stuff.

I had just finished when my mother came to lock the belt on me. She said, she’d give the keys to my brother. Just in case something happened, and I had to take it off.
It felt kind of sticky on my bare skin and there was a nasty, pungent smell, coming from it. When I asked her what the smell was, she said she had greased the leather belts, so they wouldn’t crack if they got wet, but she said that the pad locks almost surely were water resistant.
Meanwhile our father, assisted by my brother, had loaded our trunks the car. All I had to do was have a seat and off we went.

At the campsite, we were assigned cabins first of all. I got the same cabin as my brother.
I carried my bag into the cabin and chose a bottom bed in the girl’s bedroom. I had just started unpacking my things, when one of the counsellors came in and said she wanted to have a word with my brother and me. We stepped out of the cabin, and she asked told me she called our parents a few days ago, and they told her about our love of being tied up among other things. She said it was fine with her, if we wanted to be tied up and gagged from time to time at camp as well. Then she said to me: “You know, she said something about you probably wanting to take some kind of chastity belt with you. “Well, did you?” she asked. “Yes, I did.” I said. “In fact, I‘m wearing it now. Please, don’t make me take it off!”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” the counsellor said. “But is it waterproof?” The answer amazed me, to say the least!
“Yes, it is. Our mother water proved it just before we went. It’s the lock I’m worried about. I don’t think they are.” I said.
“Not to worry,” the counsellor said. “Come down to my cabin when you have finished unpacking and I’ll change them for you, to a couple of locks that are. And if you want to, I can even get one of the junior counsellors to tie you up at night.”

An hour later I asked my brother for the keys and went down to the counsellors´ cabin and knocked on the door. As I stepped in, I heard one of them talking about us. “It’s a good thing we have a couple of other kids who likes the same kinds of things as she and her brother does, so they won’t feel left out. It was a smart move to put all of them in the same cabin. I‘m pretty sure some of the other kids aren’t going to be so understanding, if and when they find out, I‘m afraid.”
“We just have to deal with that later.” the head counsellor said. Right now, I’ve a couple of locks to change and it‘s strictly a woman’s work. But I‘d like one of you girls to stay behind and help me.”
I soon had my pants down by my ankles and fifteen minutes later, I left the cabin with the smaller but equally as strong new locks in place.

When I got back to our cabin, someone had put up a schedule on the notice board just inside the door.
It said:
07.00 Wake up call! No excuses!
08.00 Breakfast
12.00 Lunch
15.00 Snack time
18.00 Dinner
If the weather is good, barbecue in the evening. Otherwise, sandwiches in the big house.
Bed time: No later than 10.00 PM! If you have any questions, please ask one of the counsellors. All the meals are to be eaten in the big house and don‘t be late.
As it was nearly 12.00 I went down to the big house again to have lunch.
When I met my brother, I told him about what I had heard. “It’s a pity then,” he said “ that we didn’t bring our stuff along with us. Oh, well. I suppose they have some rope anyway?”
I told him, I was sure they had some somewhere.
After lunch, I put on my one piece swimsuit and headed down to the beach.

We all had a fun filled first day at camp and at night we had our first barbeque.
When we had gone to bed that night, one of the counsellors came in and asked us if there was anything we wanted before lights went out. I asked her, if she had brought along any rope, because I wanted to be tied up. She said she hadn’t, but she’d go and get some if I wanted to. When the other girls heard that, they were a bit perplexed, but said they all wanted to be tied up too. I could hear the same thing from the boys room. Within half an hour, we all had our hands and feet firmly and skilfully, tied together. There was a counsellor sleeping with us in the house, in case of an emergency and she woke us up and let us loose in the morning.
Those who had their hands tied behind their backs, must have regretted that the following morning, but no one said anything.

Over breakfast the following morning, the head counsellor asked us if we had a good nights sleep? We all said that we sure had.
Whazzzz up!.

Lasse...

Postby Mister Mistoffelees » Fri May 29, 2009 7:22 pm

...there's nothing like a summer camp for TUG adventures! Maybe that's why I'm currently on my third one at GDIT... :lol:

You're very prolific as a tale-teller, lasse, and very good! Looking forward to more from you...
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Re: A summer camp with a difference.

Postby lasse672000 » Sat May 30, 2009 4:19 am

Thank you. I do my very best to please.
Whazzzz up!.

Re: A summer camp with a difference.

Postby luckydog3 » Sun May 31, 2009 10:55 am

Mister Mistoffelees,
What is "GDIT"?

Re: A summer camp with a difference.

Postby lasse672000 » Sun May 31, 2009 11:09 am

Yeah! I was actually wondering the same thing. What does it stand for? :?
Whazzzz up!.