After My beautiful fire fuck with j, My boy t returned to the cabin at the time
commanded. I roused j, tucked in boy t,
and holding hands, j and I carried bedding to the tent, where snuggling
continued. he had dressed again, and we laid him down in the tent shirtless but
still in the assless chaps and manly boots he wore to please Me on our fire
fuck date. What’s more, Chloe was the
one who thought to ensure he dressed up, and I’m very touched by Her dressing
Her boy for My enjoyment. It’s one of
those poly/kinky compersiony kinds of moments that is hard to explain. The
sweet, velvety jock strap was cast aside and the chaps lowered, to a point
where they began to function as mild bondage. I began to tease his denied cock
as he so enjoys.
Before the fire play we had waited nearly an hour for a table
in the designated fire play area, and we spent that hour a few feet away on
another table, with j giving Me a massage. It was the beginning really, of Me
dropping out of My head and into My body into a state of deep relaxation, and
it had everything to do with how wonderful the rest of the evening went. On the massage table, I had taught him My
body once more, as I do each time, reminded him of my particular sweet spots
and how I like to be touched. But this
time it was slower, there was no hurry, no need to go elsewhere, there was in
fact an inability to do anything else. We had the luxury of time in a way that
is excruciatingly rare on a camp date.
Lying in the tent, casually denying him orgasm, he made use
of the refreshed education about what My pussy likes best. We talked and laughed,
listening to the birds and frogs and distant trains. I felt even more than
usual how much I want to be with him in a tent somewhere deeply wild, somewhere
to bring out the wild in us both, for us to fuck and sing along with the rest
of the night creatures.
I was tingling and ready to capture the cock again. I was on
top and nicely filled and moving toward what I wanted, bigger and more powerful
than before. And amazed, really, at the
power of the fire play, at how easily orgasmic I still was, at how Good and Right
it all felt.
he was well over 100 days into chastity with his generous
Mistress, who stipulated only that he not be allowed to cum and must return to
Her bed before She awoke. he is well trained to cry Stop at the very brink of
orgasm, and I know this game of freeze tag well. The slightest breath, a word,
a benign touch, is all it takes some times. And I will not be responsible for
ending his long stretch of denial against orders.
As I rode him, I listened alertly for Stop, knowing it might
come, but it did not appear. I felt the brink approach and shifted slightly to
take Myself up and over. I could feel the orgasm within My reach, just two
maybe three more strokes and then I was starting to be there, then the feeling
of falling… and cumming… and flying??? Far, far away, I heard “OFF!” and then I landed, My belly pressing into his furry face, My hands suddenly on the tent floor where it meets the wall. I
really had no idea what had happened. It took a little bit to apprehend that My
stallion had bucked. In the intense urgency of near-fatal stimulation, he had
seized My hips and pulled Me up and away, with such strength and ease I never
even felt the buck. I never felt the delicious
cock pop out. And somewhere mid-air, My
orgasm became some other kind of release, leaving only laughter and tenderness.
he apologized immediately for depriving Me of the cum I almost
had. And I teased him that now I could
no longer send him home to Madame with a sterling, five star report on his behavior, he
was down to 4.75. We cuddled a good
while longer, but My urge to fuck had dissipated in flight, and we were
sleepy. he had been sleepy, in fact,
since midnight. his being awake so late is in itself a form of service to Me, and
it was fully 2am before My compassion kicked in, I pulled up his sexy black
leather ass-less chaps, and sent him home to Madame, both of us smiling.
I should really have gone to sleep after j left. But I knew boy t would be asleep, or awake
and turned on imagining what pleasures I was receiving. The residual euphoria of fire date night
was strong. I remained up talking with a
female /s friend I had convinced at last moment to come to camp. It was
starting to get light, the frogs had quieted, and different birds were already
singing, when I crawled into the cabin bed next to boy t at 5am, and I wasn’t
even grumpy when he awoke Me per My standing order at 9:15am, to present My
good morning iced mocha. Such are the
wonders of camp chemistry.
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