"Couple of weeks," I told her. "I found him in the woods one day and brought him home with me." A couple of weeks," she repeated thoughtfully. "That's... just about how much time you told me since your voice ... Oh, Nick," she said in a tone of deep disappointment. "It's him, isn't it, not you at all."I shook my head vigorously. "It's all me, Camilla," I said. She really needed to believe me. "What happened was that he showed me where I was going wrong. He said something about he could tell I. My mistress doesn't reward failure, but in succeeding the rewards are amazing. She took me into the play room and laid me out in the bed with my ankles secured to the bedposts. My wrists were tied with scarves above my head and I couldn't move anything but my head. "Today we are going to play a game I call 5. I am sure you will love it as much as I my little slave. I am going to put my fist into your ass but you only have three chances to get it in. I will start with one finger and work my way. He was sucking and biting which drove me crazy. I was letting out moans of pure ecstasy.Time had passed so quickly, we decided we should go back to camp and make lunch. I knew our fun had only just started. We got back and he put a soft blanket on the hard dirt, and prompted me to lay down. He then blindfolded me, which he knew turned me on.I then felt something cold being set on my lower stomach. Right after that I heard something being squirted onto me. What could Chris be doing? I was then. Anxiety ran wild through her, because she didn't know what would happen next. He went back to study the contents of his bag and took several objects. She couldn't see what they were. He returned to her, and caressed her firm tits. He rolled her nipples around his fingers making them hard. Then he picked up two adjustable nipple clamps, with metallic butterflies hanging from it. He attached them and the pain shot through her body making her let out a cry that was easily muffled by the gag. She.