Authors Note: These chapters will make almost no sense if not read in order. If you haven't, I strongly suggest you go back to the introduction and chapter 1.
The campout of service and bondage for Clair continues. Enjoy.
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Fred admired the image Clair made drying in the sun with the light glinting off her wet skin. She saw him looking, smiled and struck a pose and shook her tits at him, to the extent she could with her hands tied over her head.
Going to the tent, Fred pulled four of the eight stakes out of the ground and went to an open area of the forest floor. He estimated distances and drove the four stakes into the ground. Clair watched him with interest, and she didn't need to be a rocket scientist to know what Fred had planned next.
When done, Fred took to his hammock again for half an hour while Clair's body dried in the sun. Well, it wasn't so much her body, that dried in minutes, it was her hair that took a while. When Fred thought she was dry enough, and before she got a sunburn, he untied her. After all, the sun was shining on skin it hadn't seen much of and Fred hadn't thought of bringing sunscreen. But before he let her down, he took the comb out of her toiletries and combed her hair. Clair thought it was a sweet gesture even if he did pull a few tangled strands out by the roots.
When Fred untied her, he suggested she might want to use the latrine trench since she might not be able to for quite a while. "Oh, bring the shovel back with you." He added.
When she returned, he gave her a drink of water then pointed to the ground in the middle of the stakes and told her to lie down. She intentionally did so at a 45-degree angle to what she knew he intended just to be a brat.
Fred didn't react, he simply told her, "Feel how uncomfortable that is? The human body isn't made to lie on a hard flat surface. The ass and shoulders take all the weight, and it bends your spine in an uncomfortable angle. I'd suggest you use that shovel to scoop depressions for your shoulders and ass. Keep trying it and adjusting till it's comfortable because you may be there all night."
"Surely he wouldn't leave me on the ground all night, he knows so much about sleeping on the ground he must know how cold the ground will get." But Clair worked hard to make sure her 'bed' was as comfortable as possible. She also picked up all the sticks, acorns, and other things that would make the ground uncomfortable.
When she indicated she was done, Fred started tying pieces of rope around her wrists and ankles. She sat quietly and watched. When he had ropes on all four limbs, he laid her on her back in the bed she had dug and proceeded to tie her spread eagle. He adjusted the ropes several times until she was centered between the stakes and stretched taunt.
Fred took his shirt off.
"Nice touch," thought Clair, "I'll never get tired of looking at his chest and abs."
He walked away towards the dildo tree, as Clair now thought of it, and came back with the switch and her little vibrator. He also picked up her sleeping bag on the way back and laid it between her outstretched legs.
"Hold this for me," Fred said as he placed his dreaded 'tapping' switch between her teeth, "I'll need it later."
Laying down on his stomach between her legs, Fred started kissing the inside of Clair's thighs, her belly, nibbling the tendons. After several minutes of this he slowly ran his tongue from her perineum up between her labia to her clit. The effect on Clair, who had been on a sexual high since they left the dorm yesterday, was electric. Her whole body shuddered. Fred kept up a slow, steady, but light stroking with his tongue. After several minutes of this, Fred turned on her small vibrator and insert it into her Vagina, then went back to stroking her clit with his tongue.
"Oh god he's good at this!" thought Clair.
Every ten or twenty strokes with his tongue, Fred would take her clit between his lips and suck or nibble.
Clair kept soaring higher and higher. The vibrations inside of her weren't that intense but just added to what Fred was doing between her legs. Even the promise of the switch held between her lips drove her higher.
Every time Fred could feel Clair's body start to tense, he would take a break and lay his head in her crotch. Clair wanted to scream at him, but she kept the switch in her mouth and simply moaned her disappointment every time he backed off. But Fred's back and neck were getting tired, this was a hard position to hold no matter how much he was enjoying the taste and smell of her. Fred added a couple of fingers inside of Clair and pushed the small vibrator hard up against her G Spot. At the same time, he started sucking rapidly on her Clit while holding his tongue against the very top of her Clit.
Clair's back arched involuntarily, she couldn't breathe and she didn't care. The orgasm exploded out of her and just kept going and going. Fred felt like her vagina was going to break his fingers it was convulsing so hard. Fred just kept rhythmically sucking and sucking and sucking.
Clair spat the switch out of her mouth, "Stop, stop, stop, it's too much, please sir!" she begged.
"Kajira was told to keep switch in mouth, Kajira will be punished." Fred said with a smile.
Despite her post orgasmic fog, Clair simply groaned, not because she had a punishment coming but Fred was doing Gorean again!
Fred went and found the Clair's washcloth, cleaned his face and between her legs.
"Which tit would you like me to punish first slave." He asked.
"Whatever sir wishes." Clair smiled.
Fred loved the way Clair's breasts looked when she was laying on her back, perfect domes with those huge crowning nipples. He took the switch and laid it across Clair's stomach with the tip across her right breast, ending at her nipple. Clair watched him with interest and a little dread, especially as the tip touched her nipple.
Fred held the base of the switch flat against Clair's stomach then pulled the tip back until it was about six inches above her breast. He stopped to look in her eyes and waited until she looked from her breast to his eyes. Then he let the switch snap down, right across her nipple and lower breast.
Clair thought she was prepared but this was such a sharp pain! She let out a long, slow growl but kept her eyes focused on Fred.
An angry red vertical line was already slowly forming on the right underboob when Fred moved the switch to the left. Clair had expected him to wait and let her anticipate the pain, but he didn't, he pulled back the switch and let it fly immediately. He missed her nipple but that was small consolation. Clair let a small yelp escape her lips then grit her teeth. Did that one hurt more than the other or was it just a surprise?
Fred sat back on his heels and watched Clair process the pain. He also watched another angry red line emerge.
Hopping up, Fred removed his pants and underwear then realized he didn't have a condom. The sight of his naked butt running to the tent and back was a pleasant distraction from the pain for Clair. Fred was rolling the condom on as he walked back, "What a multitasker!" thought Clair with some amusement, followed by "Thank god he's finally going to fuck me!"
Fred positioned himself and was about to empale Clair when she said "Uhh, the vibrator sir!"
"Oh yea." Fred had completely forgotten it was still buzzing away inside Clair, which wasn't a bad thing, it was starting to warm her back up. After he fished the buzzing little thing out, he replaced it with something much bigger.
"Fuck he feels good," thought Clair as her need to be filled was met.
Fred was glad the both of them had cum recently because he wanted to enjoy this for a while. Fred lay fully on top of Clair, crushing her. He stretched his arms out along hers and grabbed her hands. He started rocking his hips, pushing his penis in and out about an inch and crushing her clit with his pubic bone.
Fred started to realize he wasn't going to last as long as he thought. To slow his orgasm, he tried to think about how cold the creek was but that caused him to picture Clair in the creek and he got harder. Fred kept rocking. Clair was moaning and gasping for breath at the same time. Fred was crushing her rib cage, and every movement reminded her of the sting on her breast. But her orgasm was also building quickly as well. She felt Fred rock into her deeply, stop, then she felt him pulse inside of her. It was just enough to trip her and they came together in the holy grail of simultaneous orgasms.
As Clair's orgasm started coming down, she tried to be a good girl and let Fred relax and enjoy his glow as well. But she couldn't breathe. And now that the sexual high was draining away she needed to breathe. She tried to buck and heave him off. She failed but Fred got the message and rolled to her side, resting his head on her shoulder and his hand across her right breast. It felt nice. It felt right even when Fred kneaded her breast and reminded her of his handiwork.
After they both caught their breath and relaxed a bit, Fred decided he needed to wash up. But not in that cold creek, that was for slave girls. He reluctantly untangled from Clair, threw the used condom in their trash bag, wiped down and put away the vibrator. He then started building a fire. It was only mid-afternoon but Clair thought, "Well, I guess I am spending the night here."
Fred puttered around camp in the nude but still wearing his boots until the fire was going. Then he filled their larger cooking pot with water and put it on the fire. When he untied Clair, she couldn't decide if she was relieved or disappointed. She had been enjoying the total helplessness, the feeling of her well-used cunt, and the sunlight filtering through the trees onto her skin.
After Clair had stretched, Fred handed her the washcloth, bio-degradable soap and pointed at the now warm pot of water. "Wash me" was all Fred said as he took his boots off and stood.
Clair dipped the cloth in warm water, squirted soap on it and started to wash his arms, his chest (yum), his back, his butt, his legs. She saved the best for last, re-soaping the cloth and gently washing his genitals continuing way after they were squeaky clean. Fred took the rag and washed her fluids off her genitals and then dusted the dirt off her back and ass.
Clair dipped the cloth back in the water and realized it was getting very hot. She added some more cold from their water bottle then started slowly dribbling it over Fred, using her hands to rinse the soap off both of them with a minimum of water. Fred took his flannel shirt and dried them both then put it on along with the rest of his clothes.
"What? It will dry!" he said when he realized Clair was looking at him like he was crazy.
