It was early evening of a lovely fall day, and my wife and I were on vacation out at the lake. All of a sudden, Elena walked over to where I was sitting and threw some things at me, saying, “Wash up, put these on and come back to camp.” I looked down and saw that wrapped up in a towel was soap and a washcloth, a wide leather collar, leather wrist cuffs, a pair of my black thong underwear and padlocks for the leather items.

I stripped off my clothes. Bronze sunset light was everywhere as I waded into the water with the soap and the washcloth. I washed very carefully, especially my cock, which was get1ing harder by the second. After wrapping my clothes, washcloth and soap in the towel, I got into my underwear, the pouch barely covering my swollen cock, and then settled the thong between my cheeks, where, if I was lucky, my mistress would fuck me later.

Next I wrapped the collar around my neck. It was custom-fitted for me and holds my head upright. I slipped the padlocks into the hasps on each side and locked them. Finally I slipped the wrist cuffs on and locked them in place. I picked up the clothes and walked back to camp, feeling very naked and vulnerable.

I set the towel on the picnic table, then I went to Elena’s side and knelt at her feet. I waited there with my knees wide apart, my hands resting upon my thighs and my head bowed. My wife/mistress was sit1ing in a camp chair by the cook fire, wearing the same casual clothes she had worn all afternoon.

A few minutes passed before she acknowledged me, reaching out for my right nipple and squeezing it. I moaned softly. “Quiet,” she said. She reached into a small bag by her side and pulled out a leather gag. She pushed it between my lips and tightened the strap behind my head. It felt as though I had a cock pressing in my mouth. “I want peace and quiet, Stanley. Now stand up and turn around.”

I did as I was told. My wife unlocked the wrist cuffs and then re locked them behind my back. She walked me just outside the circle of firelight and turned me back toward the fire. I was between two trees. Hanging from each one of the trees was a rope, which my mistress tied to the hasps on either side of my collar so that I could not sit or kneel. She went back to her chair, stopping at the cooler on the way to pick up a beer.

I watched as Elena took more things from the bag by her side. She brought out a harness, which wraps around my cock and balls. It holds my balls stretched out and keeps me very horny. She pulled out a pair of nipple clamps and held them up for me to see. She sipped on her beer and then pulled out a blindfold.

Elena picked up the harness and walked toward me. She put the harness on me and then crouched down. Her soft mouth wrapped itself around my cock as she gently pulled on my swelling balls. In just moments I was on the verge of coming, and I started to thrust into her mouth. She stood up instantly, staring me in the eye and still holding onto my balls. “Perhaps you’ve forgotten who’s in charge here,” she barked. She walked to the chair and got the nipple clamps. She returned, massaged my nipples until they stood up and then hung the nipple clamps from them.

She left me there while she took a shower using the large bucket of sun-heated water we had hanging by the tent. Eventually she returned, having changed into her leather skirt and jacket. She untied the ropes from my collar. Then she took the nipple clamps off, and the sting flared up in them. “Walk.” She pushed me forward until I stood just feet from the glowing coals of the fire.

She unfastened the gag and pulled it from my mouth, then undid the locks at my wrists and on my collar and threw them aside. Next she unfas tened the harness, rubbing my cock and my balls as she did so. I was shaking. My cock felt so good in her hand. She stopped stroking me and turned me around.

“Kneel with your ass close to the fire. I want you to feel the heat while you lick my pussy and make me come. Keep your hands behind your back where I can see them.”

She pulled her chair into position in front of me and sat down. Hiking up her skirt with one hand, she grabbed my hair with the other and mashed my face into her wet cunt. As I began to lick her, she wrapped her legs around me and used her hands in my hair to fuck herself on my face.

My cock was so hard and my ass was getting hot from the fire. Elena shook when she came and clutched me so tight I thought I’d break. Still holding tight to my hair, she tipped my face up so that I was looking at her.

“You have done well, slave. And now it’s time to go to bed.” My wife/ mistress blindfolded me. “Now stand, and I’ll guide you to the tent.” I stood and Elena guided me by the shoulders to the tent. Once inside, she put me on my hands and knees.

“Let me tell you about the rules for this little game,” Elena said. “It’s simple. If you ask to come before one hour has elapsed, you get forty strokes of the whip on your ass and you stay horny until morning. After an hour, the price of your orgasm will start dropping, one stroke for every five minutes pass the hour, at least until we get down to ten. I think that you should always have to make some payment. I intend to keep you horny, and I’ll be touching your cock. If you cannot keep from coming, you will say ‘Please stop, Mistress,’ and then ‘Please whip me, Mistress.’”

She waited for a time, I couldn’t tell how long, and then stroked my cock.

It was working exactly as she had intended, of course. I had no way in that dead silence and blackness to tell the time and could think only about my cock. If I became impatient and asked to come too soon, I would be denied that pleasure. After a time I might be sure that I would at least get my orgasm, but the sooner I got it, the more it would cost me.

Elena stroked me, sometimes just once, sometimes a dozen times. Eventually I was so horny that I was afraid I would start spurting. “Please stop, Mistress,” I cried out.

“Certainly, slave.” She moved away, quickly and gracefully.

I could stop her from touching me, but I could not make her start except by asking for my whipping, and I was sure it was too early for that. I could hear her vibrator; and the soft sound of her hot, heavy breathing kept me excited and I fucked the air, my hips moving as if my cock were in her pussy.

I knew that it did me no good and that it gave away just how horny I was, but I could not stop.

Elena put two come-wet fingers in my mouth, and I hungrily sucked on them. I wanted to ask for the whip, but I was afraid it was still too soon. Suddenly she stopped touching me and moved away.

I waited, fucking the air in frustration. Finally I could wait no longer.

“Please whip me, Mistress,” I said quietly.

“Certainly, slave. And this will keep you quiet.” She pulled my mouth open and stuffed it with her panties. The taste and the smell made my cock even harder. Now she started whipping my upturned ass. The whip never hit quite the same place twice in a row, and she varied her timing so that I couldn’t anticipate the blows. Between strokes she would touch my cock and balls or rub my ass.

“Now, don’t move,” she whispered suddenly.

I could hear my wife moving around. I jumped a little when I felt her pulling my cheeks apart. She grabbed my hips, and as I slid back, I felt her strap-on dildo resting between my legs and pushing into my crack. She poured oil down my crack and massaged it around my tight, virgin asshole.

Elena slid just the head of her “cock” up against my asshole and slowly eased it in. Holding me by the hips, she forced me to slide back until the dildo was completely inside me and my redhot ass was firmly pressed against her thighs. Now she bent forward and wrapped herself around me, her soft tits against my back and her hands stroking my cock. I moved in time with her hand, fucking myself on the long, thick dildo. I bucked when I came, burying the dildo deep in my asshole. I exploded with desire.

“You have been a good slave,” my wife said softly as she slowly withdrew the dildo from my ass. She helped me turn over and then removed the blindfold and took the panties from my mouth.

“I love you, slave,” she said. “I love you, Mistress,” I replied.