First, I’m not a big fan of camping, at least not when we first arrive at the campsite. It takes me a day or so to get into the spirit of it. Until then, I'm whiny, crabby, and bratty. I appreciate that our campsite is on some we own, decorated by nature with a plethora of trees, a spring-fed creek, soft grass, wild berry bushes, and wildlife; we are the only people there. Nonetheless, I complain about absolutely everything.
My Lion, however, devised a brilliant way to speed things up a bit. We set up the camper – yes, a camper, not a tent – with our supplies. The camper is actually a semi-permanent fixture close to the creek. Then Lion stripped off his clothing. I watched, fascinated and drooling. His body is magnificent. Toned, but not too toned. Tanned, but not too tanned. Hairy, but not too hairy. I got wet immediately.
He ordered me to do the same. Naturally, I did so. What I hadn’t expected was for him to lock our clothes – all of our clothes, even the ones in the suitcase – into the closet of the camper, then hung the key around his neck. I started at him, shocked, then yelled at him.
He just stood there and grinned until I finished my tirade. Once I had calmed down, Lion grabbed me by the hand and walked me to a tree. He pressed my hands against the tree and pushed my feet back so that my back was parallel to the ground and my ass was sticking out. I heard him shuffling around then the whistle of a switch. I yelped but didn’t move position. I did, at least, know better than that!
“Naked. All week. No back talk. No complaining. No hesitating. Understand?” He said each command punctuated with a swish of the switch. It stung like hell, but he wasn’t putting his back into it. He wanted to reinforce what he was saying, not really punish me.
“Yes!” I squealed. “Yes. I understand.”
Then, He stepped behind me and pressed his cock into my dripping pussy. “You seem to like the idea,” he noted.
“Oh yes, yes,” I answered. And I did.
The punishment had helped change my mindset and calm my anxiety. Plus, the idea, let alone the reality, of having full access to his incredible body for an entire week was worth the initial discomfort of being forced into nudity. I exploded, creaming his cock. He laughed and slapped my ass. “Good, because every day I’m going to fuck you at least three times. Your ass, your pussy, your mouth. Every day I’m going to spank you, whip you, mark your body for my own pleasure,” he promised, his voice deep as the ocean and strong as steel. Hell, he's gotten me to come with just his voice before!
“YES!” I screamed. “Please, yes, please, yes,” I babbled and came again.
"Disobey, and your punishment will be immediate," he promised. His fingers dug into my hips and he too unleased himself inside of me. I tightened my muscles, milking his cock. I wanted every single drop.
That afternoon, Lion built a campfire and filled two buckets with water. I set up the inside of the camper and fired up the generator. We didn't need a lot of electricity, but we did want our food, stored in the mini-fridge, to be safe! I couldn't help but glance at the closet where not only our clothes were stored, but also all of Lion's tools.
In the evening, I cooked our meal of grilled veggies and rice over the campfire. This was a tricky and frightening operation due to the lack of clothing. Lion kept a close eye on me and, when he saw my fear, allowed me to don a heavy apron covering the front of my body. Naturally, I had to thank him for it.
I knelt between his splayed needs and slid my mouth down his cock. I gagged once but relaxed my throat so that I could take him balls deep. Up and down I bobbed my head, keeping one hand fisted over the exposed part of his cock and the other massaging his balls.
"You know each time I grant you a boon, you'll need to thank me," he stated quietly.
I quivered with delight.
"That's good. Really, really good, Darla. I know this week is a challenge for you," he continued in his soothing voice, "but this is where you are totally free, isn't it?"
I didn't answer since my mouth was full, but I moaned and nodded my head. He was right. I love being Lion's submissive for multiple reasons, but one major reason was that I could release all of my responsibilities and decisions. The only decision I needed to make was Yes or No to his commands.
He grasped my hair in his fists and his balls tightened. He shot his load of sweetness down my throat and I worked to swallow it all. Unfortunately, some dribbled down my chin.
"Tsk, tsk," he murmured. "You know better. Finish dinner and after we eat I'll give you your consequence."
Gulping, I nodded. Yes, I could have said No, but I didn't want to. I wanted the consequence. I wanted to be a thing of nature, to live in the moment, to be free of social norms.
"I thought you said my punishments would be immediate," I asked quietly.
He laughed, kissed me, then answered, "And you think making you wait and worry isn't part of that punishment!"
After dinner and clean up, Lion had me bend over one of the vintage metal lawn chairs. He spread my cheeks and inserted a greasy lube quickly followed by a medium-sized plug.