Camping out
The weather is cooling, and daylight savings time has just finished. It's the middle of April and I find myself parked at a freshwater lagoon on the shores of a stunning lake. My camping trailer is set up and is the only source of light in the peaceful lakeside spot. The kettle is on the gas and the water is just starting to boil. Dinner is finished and just awaiting the final reheat when my two companions arrive back.
My Sir and his friend are out there somewhere hunting, hiking through the bush. As the sun begins to set I know it won't be long until they return, and I have a few more jobs to do before they arrive. I finger the collar around my throat, my fingers trace the letters embroidered clearly on it 'Little miss'. I smile to myself and pick up the one-inch wide dog collars and wrap it carefully around my breast sliding the buckle in place making sure there are no pinch spots, I repeat with the other breast. It has always fascinated me that I can tighten one much more than the other. I snap back to the task at hand and quickly wrap my leather cuffs around each wrist and ankle in turn. Preparing for my sir's arrival. I slip on my warm robe and tie a knot loosely around my waist.
I return my attention to the jug, which is now beginning to whistle loudly. I flick the switch and pour the water into a bucket. The light is fading quickly now. I nip outside to top up the kettle and set it to boil again and prepare two mugs with sir's favourite tea. Then top up the bucket with cold water until its almost the perfect temperature, adding a few decent squeezes of body wash. I Lay out two towels and wash cloths on the table.
The crunch of gravel and the rustle of cloth signalled sir's arrival. I could hear the murmur of quiet conversation as they approached. They put away their hunting gear safely in the vehicles before I heard the click of the latch on the camper door and sir stepped in followed by his friend. My face lights up, I am very happy to see him and even though he is wearing all the sweat and dirt from the days hiking I hug him and kiss him tenderly on his lips. Just then the jug whistled, and I poured the water into one mug. I pass the hot mug to sir's friend before I carefully undo sir's jacket and slide it off his shoulders. His jacket is quickly followed by his shirt.
I dip one of the wash clothes into the warm bucket of water and begin cleaning the sweat of his hunt from his body taking care to cleanse every spot, armpits and chest, drying him before the water can give him a chill. Next comes his belt and I slide his trousers and underwear down in one move. Sliding them over his feet, pausing while on my knees to remove his socks. The washcloth is rinsed, and I continue my cleaning kissing each spot as I finish it. I work my way down each leg taking the time to very delicately admire and clean his beautiful cock. Sliding the cloth between the cheeks of his bum ensuring even that tight wee spot is clean and completely lickable. Periodically rinsing and warming the washcloth. I finish with his feet and a rub over with the soft towel to dry him before slipping his robe on his shoulders. I pour his tea and hand him the mug. Taking a moment to snuggle into him and kiss him again.
My next job makes me a little anxious. This is the first time Sir has bought a male friend. I shyly reach over and unzip his jacket. He as just watched me clean and prepare my sir. He his bigger, more solid than my sir. I smile and remove his shirt gently, before warming a fresh wash cloth and starting my task washing every inch of his torso, back, chest arms and even his face. I make eye contact with him and smile. I feel my sir watching. I dry him gently and rinse and re warm the wash cloth before undoing his belt and trousers and sliding them down his legs and off. His underwear slides down to join his trousers and with the warm wet washcloth I kneel and am faces with his solid cock at perfect face height. Sir is in charge, so I carry on with my cleaning task ensuring every part of him is clean and dry even the dark depths of his buttocks. I slide a warm robe around his shoulders and look to my sir for his next instruction.
I take the few steps necessary to slide my arms around sir and snuggle into his neck. He put his hand on my throat and turned my head, so I could meet his eyes. He spoke quietly to me.
"Thank you, little miss, you did a good job. I want you to please my friend, show him your talents and I want to see your special tears, just for me."
I smiled up at him and whispered, "yes sir."
