"It's very nice here," Katie said, admiring the cabin her husband rented.
He unpacked their play bag, laying the coiled rope aside to retrieve a leather strap and a wicked dragon's tongue.
"Undress and go outside. Wait for me next to the car."
"Yes, sir." She undressed and obeyed, moisture trickling between her thighs. The sun warmed her body. Was anyone watching?
Coiled rope hung over one shoulder, he walked to her. In one hand, he held her collar and lead, while the other held his implements of delight and punishment.
He buckled the collar around her neck, then cupped her face and kissed her to begin their ritual affirming their dedication and promise to each other. "I love you more than life, darling girl."
"I love you, too. You are my life."
He gave her cheek one last gentle touch, then hooked her leash to her collar. Crossing her hands behind her back, she followed when he led her toward two trees with low-hanging branches.
Katie loved the rope he wrapped around her. It was like getting his touch all the time. He picked up the flogger and she shivered, knowing every part of her was exposed. Working the flogger in a figure eight, he painted her with pink stripes, so gently, like the touch of a butterfly wing. When she was suitably decorated, he moved to her back and the cushioned flesh of her ass.
Katie moaned and her head fell forward. The touch of the flogger enticed her into subspace. Her husband knew her better than she knew herself, and she shrieked as the dragon's tongue sent a lick of fire across her bottom.
He painted her quivering flesh with stripes of red that would remind her to whom she belonged. The blows stopped and she shivered when he stroked her bottom
"How are you doing, love?"
"I believe I like camping," she said, lifting her head for a kiss.
He obliged, kissing her until she gasped for air. Pulling away, he frowned. "Look down at your pretty cunt, sweetheart."
To her horror, she saw a mosquito settle upon her clit. Her hips jerked as she tried to buck it off. "Get it off! Please!"
"Do you think she'll bite you?"
"I don't want to find out! Get it off!" She thrashed, then felt a sting when it began to feed. Her husband watched, grinning evilly.
The mosquito flew away, and she scowled. "That was awful! Why did you let me get bitten?"
"Scientific curiosity." He held a bottle of water to her lips. "Drink, darling."
