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Chapter 1


'This is just the right spot,' Autumn thought to herself as she settled in her tent and reflected. The campsite was beautiful, just as Rodger had said it would be. The site was a small meadow-like clearing nestled amongst pine trees and aspens. A nearby creek gurgled its way past giving them cold snowmelt water. A fire pit had already been dug and an old fallen pine provided some wonderful seating. The only thing that would have made it more perfect was if Rodger had come along.

The girls, her 18 year-old daughter Christina and Tracy, her 19 year-old niece, both seemed to be having a great time of it. They were like sisters and Autumn was glad that Tracy had somebody else close to talk to and share secrets with. Christina had chosen to live with her father after the divorce. Autumn expected that her daughter picked him because he let her run pretty much wild. The fact that she had decided to go on this five day camping trip was a surprise. She even seemed eager to go and insisted that Tracy come along with.

Autumn couldn't say no.

Both of the girls were settled in their tent, giggling and talking in whispers; probably about Christina's new boyfriend.

Autumn grinned to herself and got out her smartphone. She forbade the girls having one on the trip but she brought hers. She flipped it on and sure enough there was a text from her man Rodger telling her he wished he could be there right now, tying one on with her.

A warm breath of wanton pleasure swept through her.

At fortyish, Autumn was still attractive enough, with sandy brown hair and dark blue eyes. She kept her figure trim, more so now that Rodger was in her life. . .rather Master Rod. He was ten years her junior and rippled with teenager-like muscles. His dark blonde hair was cut very short and his dark brown eyes could make you shiver with desire. She was fucking lucky to have him in her life. Master Rod understood her need for ropes and leather and fed them to her in regular doses. . .except recently.

For the past several months, Rodger had a project he had to work on. He would meet with her here and there, but not with any regularity. She saw her 'master' enough to know he still cared and wanted to be with her. His words and his actions said so. But not having him as a more permanent part of her life was making her feel doubts about his desires for her.

Her smart phone chirped. It was Master Rod.

"What are you doing?" he asked. The sound of his low voice sent another wisp of desire through her.

"Relaxing; wishing you were here," she replied.

"How much, my lovely slave?"

"I want you, Master," Autumn breathed as began to think of what it would be like to be within his ropes again.

"How much?"

"I would do anything right now, Master."

There was a pause.

"Strip," Rod ordered.

"Master. . ." she hesitantly asked.

"Don't make me order you again, slave." His tone was stiff.

"Yes Master," she replied.

She listened again for sounds of her daughter and niece. Autumn could hear an occasional laugh as she peeked out her screened window before zipping it shut. She quickly peeled herself out of her flannel shirt, tank top and jeans. She threw her socks and panties onto the pile before nestling nude into her sleeping bag, her cellphone in hand.

"Ready, Master."

Autumn's fingers were already between her legs and caressing the soft folds of her lips; her eyes closed imagining Rod above her.

"Did you bring the scarf I told you to?"

"Yes Master."

"Blindfold yourself."

Autumn reached into her pack and dug out the red and black patterned silk scarf. The pattern looked like a spider's web. She folded it length wise several times before placing it over her eyes and tying it tight.

"Done, Master," Autumn said.

Another pause.

"Finger yourself, slave."

Autumn didn't have to be told that. Little blossoms of pleasure bloomed inside her as her fingers dipped into her moistening slit. She caressed herself slowly, luxuriating in the lustful feelings that it brought.

Minutes passed without a word from her Master before his voice broke the silence of her fantasies.

"Do not cum."

Autumn bit her lip. She wanted to protest but she knew it would do little good. He would know if she disobeyed even if he wasn't here with her.

"Faster," he ordered.

She rubbed herself faster as the fiery blooms of her pleasure began to swell. She wished he was here. She wished his ropes were around her and that his wonderful cock was deep inside her.

"Stop."

Autumn whined her displeasure. She could feel her orgasm about to flower.

"Do not panic slave if you hear something."

"What. . ." Autumn listened.

"I am outside your camp."

Autumn gasped, her longing swelling at the thought of her Rodger here. She strained to listen. She could her hushed footsteps crunching through the grass and dirt.

The zipper to her tent zipped down.

"I am here," she heard him say as he crawled into her tent.

Desire collapsed into fear as she thought of the girls in the next tent.

"Master, my daughter. . ." she began to speak.

"Shushhhhh," he whispered, "If you are quiet, they won't know. I am sure they are tied up in their own little world right now, doing what teenage girls do."

She heard the clinks of a pack being unbuckled and a sleeping bag being unrolled beside her. A zipper was unzipped. Autumn sat still. She had a thousand questions romping through her mind but she was afraid to ask. She just wanted her Master Rod to be with her this moment.

There was more rustling of cloth and clinking of metal. The budding flames of her wants were growing with each sound, her mind imagining the things he may have brought with him.

She felt a line tracing down her spine.

"Present yourself."

Autumn didn't need to be told. She knew what his touch meant. They had learned his unsaid commands from a manuscript he found online entitled 'The Care and Treatment of Particularly Fair Women.' The author rambled but the crop and leash commands were what Master Rod demanded. She had memorized them all under his leather and chains.

She struggled up and knelt down on her bag, her hands clasped behind her back and her knees spread apart to display her sex. She bowed her head down and trembled in anticipation of his touch.

Rod grasped her hands and she felt him tightly buckle a pair of leather cuffs around her wrists. She heard the click of the lock and knew her hands were now fastened behind her back. Similarly, she felt the cuffs being fastened around her ankles. More and more she was becoming his. Finally, she felt the rubber kiss of a gag being pressed against her lips. She opened her mouth and let him push it behind her teeth. He buckled the panel gag tightly behind her head and over the top of her head.

Autumn squirmed with need.

"Stay there. I just want to look at you."

-o0o-

Tracy waited with her cousin Christina as Tracy's cellphone glowed. She had hidden the phone in her sleeping bag as per Christina's boyfriend's instructions and now they were both waiting for his next text.

"Are you sure he's gonna text?" Christina asked.

"He promised," Tracy replied, looking up at her younger cousin. Chris looked like a slimmer, younger version of her aunt; same valentine-shaped face, same dark brown eyes, same large boobs. They both wore their hair in long ponytails and both had a bit of a wild side to them. Tracy favored her father's Italian heritage: darker skin, curly black hair and dark brown eyes. She was as slender as Christina but with less chest. It was her shyness that kept her from having a boyfriend, at least, not until she met Christinas.

Christina had introduced Tracy to her new boyfriend over two months ago, inviting Tracy to join them in their private adventures. Tracy was hesitant at first, then reluctantly agreed to do it and a whole new world opened up to her. Now the once shy girl couldn't think not about being a part of their 'scenes'.

Unbeknownst to Christina, the new boyfriend had asked Tracy to pack a few items along on their camping trip and Tracy had agreed. The boyfriend had dropped them off at her dorm in a small bag with instructions not to open it until she was told to do so. The package intrigued Tracy but she did as she was asked to. However, like a gift beneath the Christmas tree, she fondled it and traced it's curves and bulges and pretty much guessed at some of the contents of the bag.

The phone chirped.

The text read 'Ready?'

Christina's boyfriend texted and 'sexted' weird. He didn't abbreviate and insisted that the girls did the same.

Tracy typed in 'Yes'.

'Open the package'

Christina looked up at her cousin, "What package?"

Tracy grinned and reached into the bottom of her pack and brought out a brown cloth-wrapped bundle tied-up with some twine. She quickly undid the string and rolled out the contents out onto their sleeping bags.

"Oh My God," Christina squealed quietly.

Tracy just stared.

Laying on the rumpled bags was a variety of their toys: Coils of rope, a roll of silver duct tape, several plastic straws, batteries, a tube of lubricant and a large, very realistic looking gelatin vibrator in the shape of a huge cock.

The phone chirped again.

'Chris strip and present yourself.'

Christina looked at Tracy, "You knew about this."

Tracy nodded her head, "Yes. You better do what your boyfriend wants."

Christina tossed her amber hair back and pulled of the loose t-shirt she was wearing, followed by her red sweatpants and white g-string. She then knelt on their sleeping bags with her knees open and her hands behind her back. She had done this many times for her boyfriend but never with just Tracy.

As Chris was making herself ready, her boyfriend texted a message to Tracy again. Tracy displayed the message to her cousin.

'Tracy tie up my slave Chris for the night. Keep her quiet and play with her. Make sure she cant escape. Tomorrow its your turn.'

The cell chirped.

'Slave Chris OBEY'

"You heard Master," Tracy giggled.

Tracy knew she wasn't a lez, but the thought of teasing her cousin Chris excited her. Chris' Master had asked Tracy to bind Chris before but always under his watchful eye. Now Tracy could do as she pleased.

The young brunette picked up the roll of duct tape and tore off a strip. Finding her pocket knife, she cut a small hole in the center of it as she had seen Master do. She inserted the straw and moved towards the now pouting Chris. The blonde girl opened her lips for the straw as Tracy pasted it over them. More tape followed until Tracy was sure Chris' protests and moans would be quiet. The straw was just a safety measure for the night.

Tracy moved around in back with one of the coils of rope to the other girl's wrists. Christina had crossed them and Tracy wanted to keep them that way. She looped the rope around both wrists and wound the ends in a figure-eight pattern before cinching them tightly and tying them off. Tracy was sure her cousin would try to escape and Tracy wanted to be sure that didn't happen.

Christina's ankles were next. Tracy crossed them like Chris' wrists and tied them the same way and just as tightly, making sure the knots were out of the way of questing fingers. Tracy then bound her wrists and ankles together in a nice hogtie.

Christina found herself getting excited as she became more helpless. Her older cousin was now cinching her elbows together. She wondered what Tracy would do. When she had introduced Tracy to her boyfriend Master, she badgered her quite a bit, teasing her at Master's will. Chris really got into it, perhaps too much.

Tracy held up the vibrator before the blonde's eyes before pushing her captive back.

The young brunette girl opened the KY tube and began coating the whole vibe. It glistened in the glow of the small flashlight.Tracy flashed Chris a wicked smile and with a coil of rope, tapped Chris' inner thigh.

Christina parted her knees further, exposing herself to her cousin Tracy.

Tracy could see what Master saw in Christina as she lay hogtied and on her back. Christina's breasts were 'heavy' and were crowned with large areolas. Her mons was shaven and the tattoo of a closed pair of handcuffs embraced the initials 'MstR' was inked there just below the bikini line.

The vibrator now hummed in Tracy's hand.

The blonde watched as her cousin held open the folds of her pussy and nudged the vibrator inside. Christina closed her eyes and imagined it was her boyfriend's cock violating her. The tip of the phallus caressed up and down her slit, tickling at the swollen clit. Sparks of bliss erupted inside her as she began to rock her hips.

Then Tracy took it away.

Christina whined her displeasure, writhing in her ropes.

"How do you beg, slave?" Tracy smirked.

The blonde looked up at her, questions written her eyes.

"Have you forgotten how to beg, slave?"

Chris moaned loudly, twisting helplessly on the tent floor.

"I remember," Tracy grinned, "I remember you making me crawl all about your boyfriend's bedroom, whining like a little puppy dog and wagging my ass high up into the air and begging for his attention."

Christina's blue eyes widened as she remembered. She had laughed as Master made Tracy plead for his touch until he finally fingered her into orgasm.

"You laughed."

The young blonde shook her head as Tracy looped another piece of rope, fashioning a loose collar which she pulled over Christina's head and tied it off so it wouldn't strangle her.

"Now, Chris, it's my turn. Show me how much you want to cum."

Tracy held the vibrator in one hand as it still hummed and held onto Chris' leash with the other, giving it a tug.

Christina writhed, thrusting her hips up and moaning into her gag.

"Now, now," the brunette grinned, "You need to be more quite. Your mom might hear you."

Tracy held the tip of the vibrator just above Chris' slit. The smell of her cousin's arousal filled the tent as Chris wriggled her way closer to the buzzing phallus until it's head just touch her puffed lips. A rush of pleasure fanned Chris into shivers before Tracy moved the vibrator a little ways away again.

"Come on, you can do it. It is soooo very close."

The blonde grunted her frustration and squirmed a little closer. It couldn't be more than an inch away yet it seemed like a mile. She could feel her orgasm building like a head of steam. She thrust her hips up and the vibe was fully pressed onto her clit. . .for a moment.

Her cousin pulled it away.

"Doesn't little slave slut want the vibrator," Tracy smile.

"Yemmmmphhh!" Christina screamed into her gag.

Chris felt the vibe pressing down into her puss as she thrust up to help get it inside of her. It's humming sent more white-hot sparks burning through her soul. She thrust herself up again and again, Tracy pulling it further away with each one until it slipped out of her.

"Awwww, did it slip away from you?" Tracy laughed quietly, "you must not want it too much."

The blonde wailed into her gag, sounding to Tracy like she was crying.

Tracy stabbed the phallus back into her, pumping it fast and hard. Christina's world disappeared in a fiery red haze of pure ecstasy as wave after burning wave devoured her in pleasure.

Then she felt Tracy pull the faux penis out of her. The blonde collapsed in her own lust-born embers, basking in the warmth of her orgasm.

"Now, you seem a little hot. Let's take you out on a walk to cool off."

-o0o-

It felt like eons as Autumn knelt silently before her Master. Her desire for him roiled up, inch by inch, threatening to boil over if he didn't touch her soon. She could hear the rustle of his clothes as he undressed.

He gently caressed a strand of hair away from her face before cupping her chin in his hand and lifting her head to face him. She felt him untie her blindfold from beneath her gag and pull it free. He was sitting before her, his dark brown eyes looking into hers. His face was as rugged and beautiful with a square-like jaw and impish smile. Master kept his dark blonde hair closely cropped. He had the body of a person 10 years young, rippled with muscles and no body hair.

His large cock was fully erect.

Rod leaned forward and kissed her on her cheek. His light kisses trailed down her neck and upper chest until he began to trace his tongue around each of her stiffened nipples. Each flick and nibble sent more pleasure rushing through her. His fingers found her lust-slick slit and began to stroke her, barely brushing over her clit before easing into her.

He lightly pushed Autumn back and lifted her tied ankles over his shoulder. She moaned as he eased himself inside of her, slowly pumping back and forth until he was fully inside of her. His pace was slow as he thrust into her and she tried to match his rhythm. The gasped and mewled; the passion swelling inside of her.

"Do not cum, slave," he whispered in her ear.

Autumn whined as she felt her climax threatening to burst. She struggled the best she could as he quickened his thrusts until he finally held himself into her and let loose his seed.

"Cum, slave," Master Rod ordered.

The bound woman let herself become engulfed in an explosion of molten bliss. She bucked and writhed as her orgasm consumed her then let its hunger slowly ebb away.

Rodger held onto her as she curled up in his arms. He unbuckled her gag and pulled it out before reaching for a canteen.

"Thirsty?" he asked.

Autumn nodded, "Yes Master."

He lifted the canteen of water to her lips and she gulped several swallows down before he pulled it away from her.

"Time to get you ready for bed," He smiled and held up the gag again.

Autumn opened her mouth again as he began to tie her up for the night.


Chapter 2 (added: 2018/01/26)

The cool night air rushed into their tent as Tracy pushed aside the flaps. She had retied her cousin, now sitting behind her with rope around her ankles and knees as well as binding her wrists and elbows behind her back. The young blonde's mouth was still covered with duct tape and a rope leash dangled down between her bared breasts.

Tracy gave a tug on the leash, "Come on."

Christina shook her head, mewling into her gag.

"I am not going to tell you again. Your Master boyfriend would be very disappointed in you right now. Now come."

Christina scooted her way forward as her cousin Tracy climbed out from the tent's opening. The cold mountain air made her conscious of just how hot she really was; her skin was bathed in the sweat and juices of her orgasm. Tracy helped her to stand. The only things that Christina had on were her hiking boots that Tracy had laced her into.

Chris felt another tug at her rope collar and hopped along as her dark-haired cousin pulled her along.

Tracy had the beauty that Christina wished she had. She was tall and slender with thick, black hair cascading down her back in curled waves. Her dark eyes seemed to mimic her boyfriend's in looking both loving and hurtful at the same time. Tracy was dressed in her long-sleeved t-shirt and jeans as she dragged Christina to god-knows-where.

The blonde, on the other hand, was only dressed in boots, duct tape and rope. The cool of the night seared every droplet of sweat and trickle of cunt juice onto her skin as she hopped. Her large breasts jiggled and her nipples seemed to get painfully hard with every little movement.

The chirping crickets of the evening blended with the rustling of leafs under the crescent glow of the moon. Christina thought she heard some noises in her mother's tent, but she couldn't tell. Everything seemed noisier now that she was bared to the world.

Tracy was leading her cousin closer towards her aunt's tent, her rope lead in one hand and a padded sleeping bag mat in the other.

Christina whined into her gag as they got closer.

"Sshhhh," the young brunette whispered, "You'll wake your mom. I think she's having a dream or something from the sounds of her."

The blonde hopped silently closer to her mother's tent until they were just feet away from the back of it and stopped. Tracy unrolled the mat and led her captive to its center. Chris then felt a slight tap on the back of her knees, meaning she was supposed to kneel. She looked at her cousin in fright, but Tracy only frowned before slapping her behind her knees again.

"Don't make a scene," Tracy whispered into her cousin's ear, "You want your mother to see you like this?"

Chris shook her head. She didn't want to kneel and she didn't want her mother to catch them. However, it was plain to her that Tracy was not going to let her get out of this. So, with her cousin's help, she knelt down on the pad.

"Good slave," Tracy giggled quietly into her cousin Chris' ear.

Tracy sat down in front of her nude captive. The moonlight painted the blondes skin a pale blue. She looked as beautiful as Tracy's aunt Autumn. They could almost be mistaken as sisters, Tracy thought, as she took her cousin's leash and looped it around one of her aunt's tent pegs.

"Stay," Tracy whispered before leaving Crystal there.

Christina mewled quietly into her gag and she squirmed in her bindings. Tracy had gotten good at tying her up. Master had taught her well, too well. There was no way for her to escape as she knelt there behind her mother's tent. She could hear some rustling and moaning inside. It sounded almost sexual and the thought of her mother getting herself off almost made her wince with disgust. But, right now, she was no better than her mother. She was being toyed with from afar from her boyfriend Master and, truth be told, enjoying most of it.

Tracy returned with the vibrator in hand. Chris shook her head as she felt her cousin nudge it at her shaven sex. The young brunette turned the thing on and pressed it against her already swollen clit. A burning pleasure shot through her as she fought to keep kneeling.

"You're making a racket," Tracy breathed into Christina ear.

The bound girl knew she was noisy in bed and gags seemed to make her all that much more so. She fought to be silent as her cousin continued to press the vibe into her moistened folds.

The embers from her first orgasm hadn't died and now were burning hotter than ever. Between the cold of the night air and the heat of her desire, the lust-burned bliss flared to near searing. She felt the heat of Tracy's tongue licking at her nipples as she tried to keep herself silent. Little whimpers came out as she felt herself losing control to her passion.

"Quiet," her cousin ordered.

Christina fought to keep her noises down as she writhed on the mat. She had somehow fallen over in her hungered thrashings and her cousin straddled her legs, pinning her to the mat. The vibrator kept poking and prodding at her slit until she arched her back, consumed by a fiery cum.

A breeze that chilled her sweat-bathed skin brought Christina back from her foggy revels. Tracy was standing above her grinning and holding onto her leash.

"Time to get you back to bed," she whispered.

Tracy helped her cousin up and led her back to their tent, her aunt none the wiser. She would zip Christina up into her sleeping bag, just as she was, before going to sleep herself. Tracy smiled to herself knowing the her cellphone's 'chirp' would be the Master's wake up call for her.

Tracy awoke to the chirping of her cell phone. Blinking the sleep out of her eyes, she grabbed the phone and read its message.

"Good morning. A surprise waits outside."

Tracy zipped herself out of her sleeping bag and glanced over at her cousin. She was still sleeping away, her tangled blonde hair partially covering up her duct tape gag.

The phone chirped again.

"Don't wake up Chris. Let me know when you are outside."

The young brunette pulled on her socks and hiking boots and headed out of her tent still wearing the t-shirt and jeans she had wore last night.

The sun was already up and the air felt warm outside the tent. Looking around, she didn't see aunt Autumn, but that didn't surprise her. Both her aunt and her cousin both were heavy sleepers. It would take nothing short of a tornado to wake them, which was fine by her. She wanted to enjoy the "surprise" by herself.

"Go to the creek and take a right. Follow it until you see the surprise," the cell phone chirped.

Now, Tracy was really curious. She knew that Christina's boyfriend/Master had camped here before. Apparently, several times before from the way the site was set up. There was a fire pit already dug as well as a log placed near it. A latrine was set up a little ways away in the woods that offered some privacy and a little comfort. A plastic bag with two rolls of toilet paper inside hung on a tree beside it. Tracy always had a romantic view of camping out, but this was her first time actually doing it, and it wasn't as bad as she feared it would be.

She began to make her way down the creek. A faint path led her to its stony bank. The water gurgled its way around several stones and a fallen tree. She looked to the right and saw a faint trail on the edge of the bank and she followed it around the bend.

It didn't take but a few moments before she saw the surprise. In a little clearing was a make-shift shower with a black bladder hanging over the little circle of green shower curtain. The water bladder seemed filled as Tracy pranced over to inspect it. This was more than she had hoped for on this trip into the wilderness. A shower. She quickly undressed, placing her clothes on a stump beside the shower before climbing in.

The young brunette pulled the shower curtain closed around her and turned on the little valve above the shower head. A gentle spray of warm water cascaded over her. She found a little plastic bag with a hotel soap bar inside and began to quickly soap herself. She didn't know how long the warm water would last so she washed as quickly as possible and let the warm spray rinse her off.

Refreshed, Tracy turned off the valve and opened the curtain. She froze when she saw her clothes were missing. The only thing on the stump was her phone.

The phone chirped.

"Turn around."

Tracy looked up and turned. Standing there a few feet from her was Christina's boyfriend, smiling as she tried to cover herself.

"You took my clothes!" she accused.

"Yes, I did. You won't be needing them right now. I brought you something else to wear," he said as he tossed her a small bag.

A mixture of desire and concern swept through Tracy as she leaned down and picked up the bag. Master just stood there, dressed in a tight pair of jeans and a black t-shirt with the word 'MASTER' emblazoned on it. He chuckled as she opened the bag.

Inside were two pairs of white leather cuffs, a matching leather collar, a red ball gag and several lengths of rope.

"Let me help you with that," he smiled as he stepped toward Tracy.

It wasn't as if she hadn't worn these things before; it was just in the privacy of his house. She blushed as he took the sack from her hands and gently turned her around.

"Hands behind your back," he said.

"Yes Sir," she said and did as she was told.

She looked over her shoulder as he was fastening the cuffs around her wrists. "What about aunt Autumn? She might. . ."

"I don't think so," he said, locking the cuffs together, "You know she sleeps like the dead, just like your cousin."

Tracy nodded.

"I thought we could have a little morning fun before we wake Chris up. Now, open wide."

Tracy opened her mouth as he pushed the ball gag into place. He buckled it firmly behind her head, the sraptight beneath her long black hair. He fastened her collar around her slender throat before kneeling down and fastening her ankle cuffs. Once he was sure they were locked together, he got up and turned his captive around and brushed her wet hair out of her eyes.

"Did you have fun with your toy last night?" he asked.

Tracy nodded.

"Is she still sleeping tight?"

Again, Tracy nodded.

Christina's boyfriend turned her back around. She felt him loop some rope around her elbows and tighten it until they almost met. Unlike her cousin, Tracy couldn't touch her elbows without her shoulders hurting too much and he had tightened them as close as he could without hurting her.

His hands reached around her and began lightly pinching her small, erect nipples, sending splashes of ecstasy coursing through her before letting them go. His warm hands roamed down her sides, over her hips and over the flat of her stomach. He cupped her breasts and kneaded them, flicking his thumbs over her nipples.

Tracy leaned back into him, her fingers finding the bulge behind his zipper. She found the tab to the zipper and pulled it down, then reached inside and grasped his member through his boxers. As his hands stroked her body, her hands began to stroke his stiff cock.

The brunette held her breath as his fingers traced through the soft curls of her nest and into the moistening folds of her sex. He stroked her slit as she did his member, each touch created ripples of pleasure. Tracy moaned with thirst.

His fingers left her.

"Not here," he said, extracting himself from her fingers.

He took another length of rope and tied it to the front D-ring of her collar. He gathered up her phone, shoes and socks, put them in the bag and gave a tug on her leash.

"Come," he ordered.

Tracy whined her protest but followed her cousin's Master slowly, taking little steps in her ankle cuffs. She felt the cool of the pines envelope her as she minced along behind him. Everything seemed "more" to her: every bird's song, every slurp of the creek, every crunch of grass underfoot. The sunlight filtering through the pines made sharp shadows over her pale skin. They emerged into the clearing of the camp and he brought her to the fallen log.

There was a blanket spread there.

A twinge of panic rippled through her. Every time Chris, Master and Tracy played their "adventures", one of the two girls was always free. This time, it was different. Christina was still sleeping and bound in their tent and she really didn't know where her aunt Autumn was. The bound girl fought the panic swelling inside of her.

"Kneel," he ordered.

Again, Tracy did as she was told. Certainly, Christina's Master was trustworthy. Tracy had trusted herself to his ropes and shackles many a time before. Besides, what else could she do out here in the middle of nowhere? She had played into his hands.

She felt a tap on her inner thigh and she spread her knees apart. He pulled out some more rope and then brushed away some dirt in front of each knee. There, now peeking out, was a 'U' shaped piece of rebar to which he tied one knee. An identical 'U' was in front of her other knee. Once he had tied both of her knees open, he stood up and smiled at his squirming prisoner.

Tracy, he thought, looked gorgeous kneeling there in front of him. She was taller than both her cousin and aunt; lithe as a gazelle. Her body still glistened from the shower and her efforts; little trickles ran down over her light skin. Her nipples were small and dark pink and pointed. Her dark eyes looked up at him as she moaned into her gag.

He was glad to see a trace of fear in those eyes.

Master petted her hair.

"No need to be worried, my slave, everything is going the way it is supposed to. Now, let me get you a little more secure before I bring your wonderful cousin out to join you."

Her cousin's boyfriend stepped around in back of her and pulled a backpack out from behind the log. Opening it, he pulled out another coil of rope and looped one end around her wrists. He pulled it tight and then lashed it to the log behind her, pulling her bound arms backward and anchoring her even further.

"Now let's get you some company."

Christina felt someone crawl in next to her and give her a kiss on the forehead. She wasn't quite ready to wake up yet, enjoying her dreams of being a pirate's captive; the crew was doing lots of yummy things to her.

"Time to wake up, slave," a warm familiar voice said.

The blonde opened her eyes and saw, lying beside her, her boyfriend and Master smiling a devilish smile.

"Surprised?"

The young blonde nodded and moaned into her gag. Her lips were still taped shut with the duct tape that Tracy had applied. She squirmed in her sleeping bag as he brushed her hair away from her face.

"Let's get you up. I have a surprise waiting for you outside but we have to hurry before your mother wakes up."

A look of concern crossed over the blonde girl's face.

"If we hurry, there is a little spot where we can play while Tracy covers for you. I went to a lot of effort to be here, you know, and I don't want to miss a minute with you."

The bound girl watched as he unzipped her sleeping bag. She struggled to sit up since she was still bound in Tracy's ropes around her ankles, knees, wrists and elbows. Her shoulders were a bit stiff, but the sleep overs at her Master's house had gtten her used to being bound when she finally woke up. It wasn't a shock.

"Did you enjoy yourself last night?" he asked as he helped her out of the bag.

The bound girl nodded.

"I think you'll enjoy this even more."

He pulled from his back pocket a black silk scarf and tied it over Christina's eyes. She loved blindfolds more than she did gags. Every touch seemed to be magnified, so when he caressed her it seemed as if his fingers were made of a brand that ignited her passions.

She felt him fasten a collar around her throat. It had a familiar feel to it and she knew it was her favorite red one, the one that forced her to hold her head up. The more stringent he was in her binding, the more she got off.

The young blonde heard the click of a leash being fastened to her collar and a familiar tug.

Chris wriggled to the front of the tent. She could feel the heat of the morning sun on her skin as he helped her up. She imagined that Tracy was nearby, watching and smiling as her bound cousin was in the caring hands of her Master.

"Your mother isn't up yet. You know how she likes to sleep in."

A little fear trickled down inside her. It was like a trickle of gasoline ready to be set on fire. She was sure that her mother didn't know that her daughter had stolen her Rod from her. Master Rod was too young to be hanging out with her mother.

Chris had always been attracted to older men. They seemed to have a way of touching her that guys her age hadn't gotten the hang of yet. After meeting him with her mother a couple of times, she whispered an invite into his ear and the following night they had dinner and raw, bestial sex.

What was really great? He came back for more.

It didn't take long for him to get her into chains and leather. It made the sex even that much better. Adding her cousin into the mix had been his idea. The deal was he wouldn't have intercourse with Tracy during their games. At first Christina didn't think that it would add anything to their relationship, but it did. The one-upmanship between her and her cousin Tracy ignited Chris even more intensely. Just the thoughts of their adventures made Christina even that much hornier.

She hopped beside her Master, lost in her own thoughts until he stopped. She felt him tap her behind her knees and with his help she knelt down on some sort of a mat. As he untied her knees, she heard someone moaning urgently beside her.

Tracy?

They were never tied up at the same time. One of them was always free. It was part of the agreement. Christina started to get nervous as Master spread her knees and tied one to some sort of anchor. He looped some rope around the other and pulled it until she touched someone else's warm flesh.

Tracy!

Christina struggled but it was already too late. Another rope went from her wrists to another anchor point, pulling her arms back.

Rodger then pulled her blindfold off.

Chris saw Tracy looking at her, her eyes wide as she struggled in her bindings. They were side-by-side, bound almost identically. The blonde thrashed in her bindings, but it was no use. Both she and her cousin were his captives.

"While you two wait here, I'm going to see if Autumn is up. Don't you two go anywhere."