The sand is soft and warm. I'm sitting on a heavy rope bondage frame, feet in the sand. It gets into my shoes. But its all right. It feels good. My coffee is in the sand. I'm tired of the camp duties that I just finished. I heard these guys were playing this evening, so I thought it'd be nice to sit in the sand and watch, just relaxing and drinking my coffee. I'm in the main dungeon of the sisc summer camp in Denmark. It is so good to be here.
This guy is good. He got his bondage victim into a hanging bondage sling, face covered in a full leather hood. He's staying with him, feeling his hands and arms every few minutes. Fully suspended, the bondage victim hangs from the ceiling, getting rocked and turned. That guy must be flying. Every few minutes he sits down, watching his victim, considering what should be the next move. Playful. He looks relaxed and enjoying himself. I admire the care he takes for his bound partner. It is a joy to watch.
My coffee is done, and I need another. Time for a wee walk. In the room next door some guys are fisting, but coffee is waiting, and I'm curious as to how the suspension scene goes on. With a new coffee I bed myself back in the warm sand. This is so relaxing.
Then he walks over to me, and sits himself down. I tell him it was so good to watch, and said I hoped not to be intruding. And, maybe he has some space in his diary somewhere? Do you like bondage? is the reply. Yes, and grin. That was easy. I knew he read my camp profile, and saw enough of him to trust. We go over to a padded bondage bed. He ties me on my belly, hands over my head, feet on the side of the thick leather padding. The music is mesmerising. He now has two bondage bunnies to take care of, and I feel him alternating between us two. He leaves me there, but I feel taken care of. He feels my hands, and every once in a while asks me if I'm ok.