Designing Intimacy

Dizzy

“Oh my God, I’m almost at camp! I’m almost there! Oh my God! Camp! Camp! Camp!”

Sleep deprivation had made me pretty subdued as I drove through Jersey, briefly through Delaware, and finally into Maryland. But once I was within a few miles of camp, my excitement skyrocketed.

I breezed through registration and made my way to my cabin all the way at the end of the lane to unpack my stuff. Along the way, I ran into Miss Viviane (sorry, Wendy got it into my head!).

“I’m not following you, I swear!” I called to Viviane as soon as I noticed I was walking behind her.
“Avah! Hi, welcome!” she said kissing me hello. “How was your drive?”
“Oh it was fine, quick. Not quite 3 hours.”
“Good, well, our cabin’s down here,” she said showing me the way.

Viviane gave me a tour of the cabin and left me to get settled as she went off to lunch. I had just enough time to dump my stuff and claim two beds for Wendy and me before skipping off to my first class: Power Flogging with Lolita.

The class was good - I learned a lot of great tips. I also got to practice with a nice couple who were very helpful and patient with me.

Jefferson finally showed up in the last 5 minutes of class.

I hugged my new friends good bye and arm and arm, Jefferson and I headed over to a fisting class.

The room was pretty crowded, but we were able to find a seat on the floor.

Instantly, I fell in love with the instructor: Felice. She was just so cool. And so hot. And so totally awesome.

She had asked the class for a volunteer to be fisted by her, and I totally would have raised my hand (hello- ultra hot girl with her fist in me!), but unfortunately for me, I was still all bruised and sore from the previous night.

Part way through the class, Wendy arrived and we waved hello as she took a seat.

I watched in awe as Felice’s partner’s hand disappeared inside her. Fucking hawt.

Near the end, Jefferson ducked out early to go do chores. Wendy and I left together at the end to fix up the cabin some more. She had already put a sheet on our two beds, but thankfully for us, Zelda is an over packer and brought an extra air mattress and let us use it! After sprucing the place up a bit, most of us headed over to dinner together before reconvening for our Cabin Party.

Best part of the cabin party: Hot as Hell Hunter wearing a corset. And him hula hooping to groovy music Selina mixed up.

Now, usually I’m not into so much guys in women’s clothing. But Hunter is just so beautiful and it just totally worked on him.

There were so many people at our party- mostly crowded on the porch and inside because of rain! There was much to see and do there (like watching Hunter and Mollie get saran wrapped together while they were fucking, for instance) but across the lawn was the Perverts Potluck.

There, you chose from either mild, medium, or spicy and did whatever was on the paper with someone there in order to earn play money to spend in the brothel the next evening. I was still getting warmed up in the weekend, so I played it a bit safe only picking mild and doing so with people I knew or kinda knew.

I really ended up signing other people’s things more than I was able to do my own though. But it’s ok, I managed to get an extra $600, on top of the $1000 they give you to start off with.

Towards the end, Jocasta and I went to find Jefferson to get ready for our date in the dungeon.

I had a fantasy: get fucked while being suspended (I guess I watch too much sexandsubmission.com, eh?). Jocasta and Zelda were going to help put me up for Jefferson to fuck me.

Team work, I always say.

We gathered what we would need back in our cabin and headed over to the dungeon, along with some other cabin mates.

Jocasta and Zelda claimed a winch, hopefully making it easier to get the best angle for penetration (it’s not as easy as it looks, they warned us!)

Wendy sat on the side watching closely as Jocasta and Zelda started tying all the necessary harnesses on me (she had a date with Jefferson for a beating when I was done). Jefferson was right there with me, kissing me and pinching my nipples, but left the rope tying to the experts. We were joined as well by the male part of the couple I had played with in my flogging class, Tom, who wanted to watch in hopes to one day be able to suspend his partner himself.
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I started going to my happy place as the feeling of hands and rope lulled me.

Marcus stopped by Jefferson to see what he was up to.

“I’m going to fuck Avah after they put her up,” Jefferson said pointing to me.
“Oh you’re Avah?” Turns out we were actually in flogging class together.
“Yes, hi! Nice to finally meet you,” I smiled and shook his hand.
“You too. I’ve heard so much about you.”
“Really? Good things I hope.”
“I don’t remember,” he said after thinking a moment.
“Er, I guess that’s not too bad, right?” I replied laughing. Marcus shrugged his shoulders.

I got called back by Jocasta- they were ready to start putting me up.

I was patient and quiet as ropes were attached to my harnesses and I started being pulled into the air. My chest was attached to the center ring first. I sighed as the now familiar tension returned to me. Tom helped support me from behind as my hips were pulled up. Jefferson and Jocasta each held a leg as Zelda finagled with the height.

It took a little time readjusting some things before I was comfortable.

My hands were tied last, right in front of me.

When everything was in place, the reins were handed to Jefferson.

He kissed me first. Deep and passionate. His hands ran over my skin and through the red and golden ropes as he made his way to between my legs. He leaned in close to me taking my pussy in his mouth. I sighed as his tongue flicked lightly over my clit.

Jefferson started walking me slowly in a circle as he ate me out. He spun me faster and I squealed as my head got dizzy, reminding me of days when I’d spin like crazy on the tire swing on the play ground. I giggled with my lightheadedness as he pushed his fingers slowly into me.

Jefferson and I, we’ve been doing this so long. He knows me so well now. Better than anyone. Knows exactly what my body loves; where everything is; exactly how I’ll react. He pulls it from me. It twinged a bit when his fingers first entered my sore and bruised pussy, but very quickly my body relaxed and opened up for him.

He fingered me slowly at first. I let my head fall back as I lost myself in the sensation of his fingers on my g-spot. Jefferson grabbed on the ropes and pulled me closer to him; his fingers deeper inside me. I felt myself slowly twirling as an orgasm built in me. Jefferson started fucking me harder and ran me in circles as I came for the 1st time that night.

I picked my head up to look at him and beckoned him to kiss me. He leaned in through the ropes and held my head with one hand as his lips connected with mine. My vision was fuzzy as I got high on orgasms and rope, and in that time, it felt like it was just the two of us.

He broke away and resumed fingering me. My body twisted and shook in my bindings as Jefferson forced orgasm after orgasm from me; keeping me in constant motion. My hands grabbed the ropes, pulling me up and my moans and screams filled the dungeon as I seemed to fly only on Jefferson’s hand.

I squealed as Jocasta surprised me by pouring cold water over me. It caught Jefferson off guard as well as he wondered where cold liquid could come from.

After coming down from an orgasm, he pulled his hand out and stepped away to get ready to fuck me. I hung there in my spacey oblivion, but noticed Marcus blowing him in the corner of my eye.

Jocasta stepped in for a turn as Jefferson got ready.

Being the rope aficionado that she is, she fashioned a lovely rope harness for her dildo.

She pushed into me and held onto the ropes as she fucked me gently, but nice and steady. I moaned softly as my head got reacquainted with stability.

Quickly though Jefferson was ushered back in to do his part. But he wasn’t quite ready. And sometimes things don’t always go quite as planned.

So he fucked me hard again with his fingers. Luckily, you’ll never, ever hear me complain about that!

He ramped up the intensity another 5 notches and brought me to my highest high of the night. I can only remember spinning, cuming, him biting me.

At one point he was kneeling and he had just made me cum hard again and my thighs wrapped tight around his head as I twisted in the ropes.

Another point he leaned in and asked me if I wanted him to fist me. I shook my head no, quickly. It was a yes, but no answer. I would’ve been completely useless all camp if we tried it again. But fuck, that would’ve been hot.

Eventually the pace naturally slowed and Jocasta checked in to see how I was doing in the ropes.

“I’m tired,” was all I could muster.

I’d been up for at least 30 minutes, which is a lot considering I’m still a beginner (though it felt like much longer), so they knew it was about time to start taking me down.

I was so out of it. I was totally high. Not subspace, but I guess I’ll call it rope space.

My feet and hips were lowered to the ground first. I held on to the ring above me as someone else, I think it may have been Tom, helped hold me up as well. Hands worked quickly to remove all the bindings and I swayed gently with the movement of it all.

With all the ropes undone, a blanket was wrapped around me and Jefferson pulled me to a chair and held me in his lap as I started to recover.

I can’t remember if we really spoke.

We stayed like that for a little bit, but I was also conscious of the fact Wendy was waiting for her beating. When I felt ready, I sent him off to go play as I wandered around a bit watching other things in the dungeon.

Jefferson was tying Wendy up arms wide on a rig as I noticed an intense zipper scene right behind. I padded over, still wrapped in my blanket to watch. The domme had rows of clothes pin zipper lines laid out near her and her poor victim was underneath moaning as clothes pins were attached to her skin. She howled as the line was ripped off.

Ouch.

More sights distracted me- like Lolita tying up Dossie Easton in a pretty full body harness; Tom flogging his redheaded sub.

I eventually ran into Match, one of my cabin mates, who I had liked instantly when we met earlier that evening. He’d been busy setting people on fire or something like that. We found some chairs and sat together watching the wind down of Jefferson and Wendy’s scene.

She was crying as Jefferson flogged and caned her. He paused to blow her nose and then soon began to untie her.

They sat on the mat together as she started to compose herself. Tatsumi came by and brought her a glass of water. Later we learned Lolita had it sent over. She’s so thoughtful like that.

After a little bit I went over and sat next to Wendy wrapping one end of my blanket around her, as I thought she might be cold.

Jefferson started packing things up and Wendy and I slipped some clothes back on and we all headed back to the cabin. It was a long first day and we were all exhausted.

Wendy and I curled into bed together and at least for me, I know I quickly conked out. There were people still having fun on the porch and I just tried to conjure up memories of when I was a kid at camp and how I managed to fall asleep. I just squeezed my eyes tight and let the sounds of laughter and talking lull me to sleep.

All Things Sex, Sex Camp | Avah | September 23, 2007

Comments

By Curvaceous Dee, October 4, 2007 @ 5:05 pm

Why have I not been reading your blog? This post was great - you described things so well that I felt I was there (and boy, I don’t often wish I wasn’t in New Zealand, but there’s nothing like sex camp here!).

Great stuff Thank you for sharing it!

xx Dee
By Wendy, October 7, 2007 @ 7:26 pm

Dee! You should come to the NEXT sex camp! (There was a couple who come to this cam from australia!)