I served dinner to Sir and his friend and a helping for me. I met sir's eyes briefly before he slid over to let me sit at the table a privilege I knew to get permission for before doing. Dinner was a warm and succulent casserole filled with meat and thick gravy. The perfect food to warm a person from the inside out and provide the energy needed for a fun filled, cream filled dessert.
Still naked I cleared away the plates and dishes from the table and refilled Sir and his friend's tea. They talked about their day as I tidied. I needed to top up the water jug to warm water for the dishes. I reached for my robe and looked to sir. He shook his head. I took a deep breath, picked up the jug, opened the door and stepped out into the cool air unclothed. Moving quickly, I filled the jug and returned to the camper. My nipples rigid from the cold I stepped back inside and quickly got on with my task.
Suddenly I noticed that sir and his friend had become very quiet. I turned and found both men watching me. Sir gestured with his finger to come to him. I put down the plate I had just finished drying and walked to him. He reached out and squeezed the breast nearest to him, I let out a wee squeak, a whimper and a tingle of excitement went straight to my core, the juices began to flow. I closed my eyes briefly. I think it is time for our dessert sir stated. He and his friend stood, and I quickly rearranged the table into a bed of the perfect height. I covered it with the waterproof sheets knowing full well it was going to get rather wet inside very shortly. Sir retrieved our agreed upon utensils for enjoying dessert this evening and lined them up on the bench top.
Prior to this trip sir and I had talked about what he wanted to take so on the bench he lay out our brown leather riding crop, a leather handled cane, an ostrich feather duster and a small plastic paddle. Beside this he lay out a range of pegs and clips suitable to decorate the best submissive, one or two anal plugs of differing sizes and a medium sized bottle of lube. He may have packed a few extras but I didn't know about them.
As I arranged the bed or the dessert table sir invited his friend over to see the available tools. I didn't really know if his friend had ever used these tools but I trusted my sir completely and knew I was safe in his hands. Sir's friend reached out and touched some of the tools and they talked quietly with each other. I sat down on the mattress, fingering the leather blindfold I slid it over my head and covered my eyes. Relaxing my body and awaited what was to come. Losing my sight significantly amplified every sound. My breath was loud in my head as I closed my eyes behind the blindfold and focused on readying myself, preparing my mind for the pleasure and pain that was surely to come.
I tensed as I heard the quiet movement of someone coming towards me, now I wouldn't know who was touching me. I wouldn't be able to look to sir for permission. A warm hand touched my cheek gently and a thumb slid over my lips, my lips parted, and he slid his thumb in, this was my sir I was sure. He hooked his thumb behind my teeth and gently pulled me forward. His warm breath on my face sent a shiver through my body. He kissed my nose and my lips. The metal ring was cold on my mouth, sir whispered to me "open". I opened wider as the ring slipped between my lips, my teeth, I bit down gently as sir slid the leather straps across each cheek fastening the buckle behind my head. A small ball was slid into my hand and I squeezed it tightly, my new safe word. My mind raced now I couldn't even ask for permission, my heart was pounding.
Hands took mine and guided me to my knees before securing them together behind my back, still squeezing the little ball. Someone's hand slid into my hair and held me. I know someone was directly in front of me and I could smell the light scent of the soap I had used earlier to clean both men. Not being able to use my lips or control depth I was a little nervous when I first felt a cock brush my chin and begin to slide through the ring into my mouth. I stroked it with my tongue, laved it with the pooling saliva in my mouth, tasting its slight saltiness and breathing in the scent of arousal. I worked to relax my throat as he moved his length deeper, the hand in my hair pulled me forward. I felt him at my throat and then deeper. I fought the urge to panic as my breath was cut off and my gag reflex kicked in, squeezing his cock. It was only a moment before he slid out and a took a deep breath in. I knew this was sir's friend as I know every inch of sir's cock. Long enough to touch my cervix when he fucks me but not too wide, perfect for the most amazing anal. I only had a moment to catch my breath before he slid down my throat again. Using his hand on my head to slowly fuck my mouth with his cock. The hitch in his breath and the moan that escaped him told me I was doing my job. My mind was so focused on the cock in my throat I forgot to wonder where sir was, and what he was doing. A dangerous oversight.
As I caught my breath after choking on sir's friends cock for the third or fourth time I was rearranged. I found myself on hands and knees the thick cock was back resting on my tongue and his firm hand in my hair. He had a perfect view of my big bottom and sir.
A warm hand swept over my bottom cheeks, first one then the other. I took a deep breath, I knew what was coming those dessert utensils were going to be utilised. Slap, sir's hand met my arse cheek causing it to send shockwaves through my body. I heard sir's friend gasp in shock as I practically inhaled his cock into my throat as I rocked forward and sucked him in. I rocked back into position acutely aware that this was just the beginning and sir liked balance. Taking a lung filling breath of air as my airway cleared. Saliva dripped from my open mouth and I prepared for the next strike. I briefly wondered what the expression on sir's friends face was, even what was going through his mind. I didn't have long to wonder before the next slap of sir's hand contacted my other bottom cheek sending me forward onto the cock that filled my mouth.
Sir slowly worked my bottom until I knew it was red, it felt hot and tingly. I heard him move away and when he returned I knew the next tool was about to be applied but which one was it the paddle, or the crop, the cane was always last.
