As the sun finished setting, the tree line turning inky black against the deep blue of the darkening night sky; Mistress Sasha instructed me to kneel on the dirt in front of the wooden benches which surrounded the now roaring fire pit. The dirt was wonderfully soft under my bare knees and the feeling of Sasha sitting comfortably behind me on the bench pushed me further down into subspace than I had been in a long time.
Darius sat next to my Mistress, which meant that Molly knelt beside me, close enough to touch. I had not received permission to interact with her, so I suppressed the urge to reach out and stroke her thighs. Molly looked at me and bit her lower lip.
The look in her eye made me nervous, any weakness on her part could lead to both of us being punished.
A tall muscular man, dressed in a tartan kilt and leather vest stood near the fire, leaning causally against the stockade that had been set up there. When everyone had settled into their seats, he stepped forward and addressed us; his low voice reached our ears easily over the crackling of the blaze.
"Good evening, friends, and welcome to my campground. My name is Sean, and I am so happy to see a few familiar faces as well as a few new ones. Since this is the first night of our weekend, I wanted to invite you to take part in a little opening night tradition. We all want to go into the weekend refreshed, perhaps with a clean slate, perhaps... marked." A wolfish smile spread across his face. "So, it is a custom for anyone who holds the leash of a sub or slave that needs punishment, to come forward and allow us to aid in that endeavor."
My blood ran cold, and I searched my mind for any transgressions I might have committed. I wracked my brain for any reason I might be subjected to public punishment. Sasha must have sensed my fear because she reached out and pet my hair soothingly. She pulled my leash gently, urging me to lean back against her knees, and whispered to me.
"Not tonight, little fox." She said, nipping at the top of my ear. I leaned my head into hers in a silent gesture of gratitude. She kissed behind my ear and sank her teeth into my neck. The bite was hard enough to leave teeth marks, which I wore with pride every time she graced me with them.
As we sat quietly, several couples approached Sean for punishment. We watched the leader of our odd group whip and scratch each sub to their owner's content, all the while Mistress' hands drifted over my body, keeping my desire ever simmering on the surface.
After a half an hour or so, I heard a whimper from beside me. I stole a peak in Molly's direction and saw her leaning back into Darius' arms. He was gently squeezing and massaging her tummy with one hand while his other gently teased between her legs. I blushed fiercely and quickly looked away.
"You want to touch her, don't you, little fox?" Mistress breathed into my ear. I shook my head, but I couldn't hide my erection as it throbbed in front of me. "Don't lie." She pinched my nipples in warning, and I gasped.
"Yes, Mistress. I'm sorry Mistress." I whispered.
"Hush now, there is no need to apologize. She is a beautiful creature. Hands on your head. Eyes forward." She commanded.
"Yes Mistress." I assumed her desired position and I felt her lean away from me. I could hear her whispering, likely to Darius and my face burned with humiliation. Why couldn't I keep my eyes to myself?
"Of course!" chuckled Darius loudly. "One rule."
