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Hello, slut? Did you miss me? I would tell you I missed you, but it would be kind of a lie because I was off having lots and lots of fun at a kinky summer yeah, but I just know you wanna hear about my time there, don't you? Because you're a dirty little slut, and you wanna picture yourself in each and every position, I put so many other people in over the weekend. You're allowed.

It's okay. You can allow yourself to just drop down and picture yourself as my, oh, so willing victim, I had so much fun. Wednesday, oh, Wednesday was the best. I got there and got to check out this giant dungeon. So very, very big.

A giant barn filled with all the dungeon furniture you could possibly imagine. There were Saint Andrew's crosses, probably, like, 7 or 8. There was every style of spanking bench, massage tables for medical play. Oh my god. It was beautiful.

There was a giant cage in the middle with padding in it so people could wrestle. Then, of course, tons of suspension rigs so that people could just be tied up in all sorts of really cool positions and swung …

Hello, slut? Did you miss me? I would tell you I missed you, but it would be kind of a lie because I was off having lots and lots of fun at a kinky summer yeah, but I just know you wanna hear about my time there, don't you? Because you're a dirty little slut, and you wanna picture yourself in each and every position, I put so many other people in over the weekend. You're allowed.

It's okay. You can allow yourself to just drop down and picture yourself as my, oh, so willing victim, I had so much fun. Wednesday, oh, Wednesday was the best. I got there and got to check out this giant dungeon. So very, very big.

A giant barn filled with all the dungeon furniture you could possibly imagine. There were Saint Andrew's crosses, probably, like, 7 or 8. There was every style of spanking bench, massage tables for medical play. Oh my god. It was beautiful.

There was a giant cage in the middle with padding in it so people could wrestle. Then, of course, tons of suspension rigs so that people could just be tied up in all sorts of really cool positions and swung around. I love the energy of it. I love playing with people. Love playing with slaves then sluts while there's this energy in the room all around me.

It just allows me to go longer, go harder, become more creative knowing someone's watching. Watching watching what I do to you. My first scene of the weekend, well, of the week, was tying a dirty little slut now and on his banking bench. And then I laid in front of his eyes, about 10 different implements I was gonna hit them with. And they were lovely leather paddles, wooden paddles, plastic paddles, belts, my little bitch slapper, which is a pretty pink hand that says the bitch slapper on it.

And, of course, it's, you know, we're slapping bitches. Just so I let him look at all of these lovely little toys. And then I took the blindfold, and I shoved it over his head, cutting out all the light, cutting out all this sight. And then I picked up the 1st paddle, I didn't pick them out in order. I picked 1 from the middle, and I started rubbing it slowly over his body so he could get a nice station.

And then I moved my head and my lips right next to his ear. I leaned in, and I whispered to him, you're gonna have to guess which paddle this is. 1st, I'm gonna start nice. I'm gonna give you some soft smacks. I'm out 10 soft smacks.

I'll give you 5 medium smacks, and then I wanna give you one really hard smack. And then I'm gonna come back up here. And you, you little slut, let's see how good you are. Let's see if you can guess exactly which paddle it is I'm using on you. Then I moved back, rubbing the paddle slowly, the edge of it against his skin, making little goosebumps pop up as I pulled it back.

I like to hold the paddle right against the ass cheek, just pressing in for a minute before I pull it back, letting them have that little moment of nothing touching them, that comes right before pain. I think it helps a lot with getting them into the proper slave mindset. And then I smacked him lightly, not too hard, again and again and again. Ten times. And then I started hitting harder 5 times.

By now, his ass is starting to glow a little tiny not that much. A little red blush to it, and I draw it back nice and hard. Smack really hard. And then I move, rubbing the paddle against just scan as I move right back up to the air. Which panel is it, baby?

Can you guess? He got it right. And so I moved on to the next paddle and the next belt and the next. And then finally in the middle, he got one wrong. And I come off when I say naughty, naughty boy, we'll have to try again much harder.

Training your slaves is important, and I'm a big proponent of that. So I took that paddle back, and I hit him hard with it 10 times, him crying and wiggling under every single hit. And then I drag it back slowly against his flushed skin until I'm back at the ear, whispering, can you guess what paddle it is, baby? He got it wrong again. I grab him by the hair, and I whisper very harshly.

Then I guess we're gonna have to hurt you some more until you get it right. And then I just wail on them with it. It's getting harder and harder, getting into the swing of it. Eventually, I restrain myself. I come back and not so nice.

Like, sometimes it's just fun to be mean, to send a spike of fear through the people I'm playing with. Can you figure it out yet, slut? This time you got it right. So we moved on. Back to low strokes, medium strokes, going all through the rest of the paddles and belts, it was really quite fun.

And then you untie in them, give the after cuddle. And that's the first scene of the weekend. It was so much fun. No. And that, of course, was only the very beginning of my weekend.

I got there Tuesday night, but I had to help out to earn the ability to be there Tuesday night. So after that, I think I went to the pool on Wednesday because there's this lovely pool there where guess what? Nobody seems to wear clothes. You can, and occasionally someone does. But for the most part, come on.

Strip naked. Go skinny dipping. It feels fucking amazing to have the water just against your skin with nothing in between, nothing to catch on. Just floating and playful, especially when you're playing with someone else. It's so easy to just go from laughing and throwing balls at each other, smacking each other with pool noodles, dancing around the pool and playing, to making out, to groping, to touching.

No fucking. It's the one of the 2 places that you're not allowed to fuck there is the pool. I mean, you can still do so much more, such as pool hypnosis, it's really simple and easy. And after playing for a bit, I tell them to snap, stay still. And I move up behind you and just wrap my arms around you.

Wrap my arms. I run my fingers up and down over your body in the sun in the pool you start to stroke lightly until your eyes close. Not because I told you to, because it feels too good to keep them then and I just start to talk and whisper in your ear, whispering gently little things. Be a good boy for me. Just let your mind drop.

The world is at peace right now. All around you is a lack of any sort of responsibility. A lack of any sort of constraint. Really, you can just be free. Relax, and let me hold you.

And with this, I'll take my hand, then I'll put it behind their neck. I'll take my other arm, then I'll scoop it right underneath their knees and I just lift up, and they're nice and relaxed, and you just drop for me drop for me as I hug them hug you to my chest. And just I'm whispering in your ear as you float completely held by me. And your body completely completely relaxed in my arms, helpless and vulnerable as I whisper in your ear to just float. Feel the sun beating against your skin.

A pleasurable warmth that just spreads through your entire body, beating into you like an impact, except, oh, so gentle with its thoughts. I want you to feel the sun vibrating into you. So with every ray of heat you feel, it feels like it thrums through your entire body, making you vibrate with the tempo of its beating down raise while the water cradles you and you float. Your mind floats and your body floats, and everything is peaceful. And I can just talk you down like this.

Talk you down into a blissful world that is nothing but relaxation, comfort, and stability in my arms. And it feels good, and it is nice. And while we're here, your mind is just blank and open open to my suggestions. Open to my conditioning. You're just free, and you're just so very relaxed.

And as you go down, down deeper into this happy place, I'm just going to give you a couple commands a couple very simple things that are gonna resonate through your mind and allow you to enjoy yourself so much more. So just relax. Your head pillowed against my breast. Your legs over my arms. Just you and me.

There's noise all around us now, but it doesn't matter. All that matters is you and me and floating gently and full. Once I have you in this lovely spot, we just float like this for a while because it's nice when it's intimate, and it feels so good. And I'll just hold my slave this way. His head pillowed against my breast, kept safely out of the waves, little waves going over his skin.

Then I'll just gently lower him until he's on his knees in the shallow end. Just enough that your shoulders and your head are above the water. And it feels nice. Eyes still closed, mine still blank, still open I'm vulnerable to my commands. And I just walk around him touching your scalp.

It feels nice. Simple commands installed inside. Your knees are glued to the cement. The cement's at the bottom of the pool. You cannot move them.

You want to. It doesn't really matter. You are stuck. I grab his arms and I move them behind his back, telling him that he's like one of those little stretchy dolls. One of those little dolls that you can move their hands.

And once you place them, they stay in that position until they're moved again. Simply a doll, simply a puppet, cannot move for as long as I say until you're released. And then I just gently touch him. And then I tell him to wake up. 123.

Wake up, maybe I love that dreamy expression on the face of a freshly woken up sub, that happy smile, that peaceful joy, just relaxed and complete putty in my hands. And so I step back a couple feet away in the pool, and I just start playing with my boobs and scrubbing them, just bouncing up and down a little in the water so they just kinda float up and down on it. Then I start teasing and taunting. Don't you wanna be a good boy? Come suck my nipples for me?

Don't you wanna come bury your face and my tits, I know it's your favorite thing. And just being playful and teasing. Don't you want them? Come here, baby. I'm just watching the sub struggle to move.

And, well, now that they're awake, their smartass mouth comes into play, and they're like, come on. Please. Begging. Taunting. That's not fair.

It's not meant to be fair, there, baby, it's just meant to be amusing for me. And I'm so amused as I walk in circles and leave them there stuck fuck. Go off swimming in the pool a couple paces away. Just playful. Throwing a ball at his head and watching as he tries to duck.

Hypno in the pool is so much fun. Eventually, of course, you have to let them go. You go up behind them, grab their arms, move them from behind the back, lift them up, kiss them, and tell them they did such a good job, such a good boy, and then go back to playing in the pool. Now after the pool, another thing I love there is the vendors. The vendors are fucking phenomenal.

If you've never been to a community like Kink event, like, a big one, a week long one, something that's over a weekend or something where that has vendors. Vendors our phenomenal day had, like, 7 vendor tents. And, oh my god, in the 1 tent, the leather by Danny had to have been my favorite by far. Like, some of the toys he has are just exquisite. So I bought corset from one of the other tents, this lovely black leather corset that zips up the front and really makes my tits pop for another dominatrix outfit because I needed 1.

Put it with some boots, and, well, I'm good to go whip some boys into shape. So I bought the corset, and I went up to the leather by Danny tent. And I have never been to a vendor tent I have enjoyed more. Just the cuffs are phenomenal. I I I ordered a full custom set of cuffs, collar, leash, blindfold, these back binders, and then these bondage straps, which oh god.

I can't wait till they come in so I can use them. I'll tell you the story when I do. Okay? But I go to this tent, and the 1st toy I just had to buy before everything else was this lovely leather strap. It was a gift, honestly, but I picked it out, and this strap is so much better than a normal strap.

A normal is lovely. Don't get me wrong. Especially, it has some steel boning in between the leather. It gives it its nice, dirty, just smack this thud, if you like a thud, these straps are the way to go. They allow you to they allow me to hit harder because I love hitting hard.

I love putting force behind my hits. I love that giant sound. Just thwap. And then again and again, and I wanna hit harder and faster and longer and just really wail on somebody. And if somebody's not a huge masochist, I can't normally do that very well because, you know, you don't wanna take somebody past their limits outside of fantasy.

And with a strap, you can really put a lot more force into it, and it'll still hurt. But it's a thuddy kind of pain that people can take better than, like, a straight wooden paddle or something. So I bought this lovely fucking strap that's special. It's like a split strap, and I can open it. And for the whole weekend, I was using the strap as a way to make one of my, slaves heel.

So I would put it around the back of his neck, and the handle would be in the front. And I would just kinda hold that with my fist and then stick out my elbow against his chest. So I was kind of holding him in that position where he can't help but walk exactly where I want him to. Exactly how I want him to. So I kinda hold this position with my fist kind of above my tit And my elbow back behind my shoulder, and I would just make him heal.

And I'd walk him around camp like that, and it was very nice. I'm teaching him because, I'm short, and a lot of my slaves are taller than me. It's like, I don't care if I'm shorter. You will walk behind me. You will walk in your proper position.

And and whenever I feel like it, I can just take the strap off from around then I can beat him. Like, if we're standing in line, I get bored or something. You know? Just beat him. It's so great.

No. Thursday was fun. Just running around, putting guys on leashes and making them sit next to me. My one favorite thing is when I go to talk to some of the other campers, I can just sit down in a camp chair and have 1 or sometimes multiple some sitting in front of me and just using my hands, patting them on the head. It's a very affectionate thing.

Sometimes if somebody speaks to them, they're allowed to talk back. But, otherwise, it's more speak when spoken to type deal. They're simply there for me to touch or if I need them to. I'll snap my fingers and point, and they'll turn into proper little footstools. Honestly, my plan for the next time I come to summer camp is I'm gonna have, well, I'm gonna have 1 slave just be I this is it'll be a service position, I suppose.

I'm gonna find someone to basically follow me around with a, chair in the whole weekend. Like, one of the fold up camp chairs. And whenever I stop to talk to people, and I'm stopped for more than, like, 30 seconds. So hastily assemble the chair behind me. And then just when he has it ready, kinda like take my elbow and lead me to sit down, and then pop in front of me to be a proper little footstool.

And I'll just put my feet on top of him and continue talking, I don't want to acknowledge him at all, so I won't, whoever I do this to. It's gonna be an objectification thing. If someone speaks to them, they can speak, of course. But for the most part, they're there to set up the chair and be my footstool and be ignored well, I talk to other people. And then when I'm done talking to that person, and this could be anywhere from 2 minutes to a half hour, I simply get up and walk away to the next place I wanna walk.

And behind me, the poor little objectified slave will have to struggle to I get the chair together and get off of his knees and then run after me to set up at the next place. And I think it'd be a really, really fun scene. But Friday. Let's go on to Friday. Friday was a lot of fun.

Should be may have gotten a little drunker on Friday. And what always makes me like girls more. I just I don't know. I really like looking. I like touching.

I like playing with. I don't actually really like to fuck them that much. Then again, I haven't really gotten into the strap on thing too much yet. Maybe once I do, it will be more fun when I have a cock to shove inside of them. But I was walking to the dungeon, and I see this scene being played out.

And there's a girl stretched out on a rack. Her top half completely just open, and I'm wearing pants. I was invited to touch. I do so love to touch. So I walked, and ran my hands over her beautiful skin.

She late at probably about c cups. And you're so cute with these perky little tiny nipples just sticking out. I loved running my fingers over them. And she was just completely restrained, her arms above her head in a rack like positioned on this swinging piece of equipment. So if I wanted to, I could've just swung her back and forth and just rubbing my hands over her, just glorying in how beautiful her skin was.

How lovely her belly. That lovely little curve above the belly. I love the curves on women. You know? Just graceful, beautiful curves everywhere, they're a little bit more fleshy than men, and I love it.

And I moved my hand down lower, and I asked her owner for permission. And, I had permission to touch over the pants. And they were just sweatpants, so I could still feel everything, thing. Just touch everything. Play with everything.

It was a really fun experience for me, and it's something that's very common at these camps is people kind of have a please touch thing going on. You know, you can play with their toy, play with their slave, and, well, I'm not a huge fan of sharing my slaves that much. I'm kinda possessive. And if someone is really truly mine, the idea of someone else touching them is infuriating. But, I mean, to play with other people, it can be fun.

I just stroked my hand over that soft, soft flesh, made her squirm and wiggle as I looked into her face and realized that it was somebody I had talked to earlier at the the dinner. And it was just very surreal. Like, this is a stranger. I've talked to her once, and I didn't even her until after I started playing with her. And she was a thinking, talking, conversive human being, and now she's stretched out, helpless, swinging, and I can do anything her owner lets me do to her.

I just love camp. Now sadly, over the weekend, it was, Saturday night, there was a bit of an incident. An accident, if it were. And I now have a sprained, possibly fractured left wrist. No, it's not the end of the world, to be honest.

It's not my beating hands. It's not my masturbation hands. I can't drive at the moment because I drive stick shift, and it's just unless I can teach my boobs to steer for me while I'm shifting, it's just simply not safe to do so. Lovely little accident. However, I'm not gonna let that stop me from playing with people.

So Sunday night, I, did another scene, which it was by far my favorite of, the entire camp experience where I took a sub to the dungeon. And at first, I was kind of unsure if I would be able to do this because, a lot of things I wanted to do, I've only ever done with 2 hands, and I wasn't sure I could do a lot of the laces and buckles. But the slave was pretty persistent that he didn't want anyone else him, so I figured I'd give it a shot. And I started off, was in my corset, my lovely, like, black and silver corset. And it's got these, like, vest type deal to it that just it really screams top.

Some of my corsets, you could mistake me for a sub, but this corset, no sub wears this corset. This is a fucking dominatrix corset. And, I make the slave take off everything except for his boxers there's get on his knees in front of me and just wait. I bring out his mitts, his little, like, puppy mitts where, once they're on, he his fingers are useless because they're bound up inside of the mitt that's cuffed and locked to his wrist. I mostly make him put these on because I just couldn't.

And, after they're on, I make him pick up my toy bag and bring it over to a spanking bench, a different design from the one I'd used earlier. This one's more of like a straddle bit. This leather leather bit in the middle, like, sticking up. And then on each side of the straddle is to more, like, places for legs and arms to rest. So I have him put it next to it.

And then I tell him I want I unzip the bag, and I tell him I want him to put all of the toys on the table. Well, hand me all the toys, and I'll put them on the table. So it's funny just watching him struggle to lift them with these mitts, not having fingers available, having to pinch each toy in between his hands to hand it to me while he's on his knees, just offering up to me all these lovely things I'm gonna hurt him with. All of the paddles, all these whips, this lovely it's a bikey pinwheel that was a new toy for me, and I put them all up. And then once they're arranged, we take out the hood.

And I'm not gonna lie. This is where I'm a little impressed with myself. I got the hood on him. It's completely form fitted to this particular slave's head hood. All leather.

Completely blocks out light. There's a little hole for the mouth and 2 little holes for the nose. And, well, it took me a couple of tries to even get the thing over his head. But, eventually, I was able to do it with some teeth work, and I smooshed his head in there really good. And then it requires you to lace it up, which was special.

I would take my teeth then grab one end and then take the other, lace in my other hand and then just pull it opposite sides to really get nice and tight. So on one hand, it is no reason for things to be loose. And after this is all tied up, there's these all these leather buckles that go overhead to compress the hood and make it even tighter, make it even more secure, make them even more, like, unable to hear, unable to see. After this was done, I, I just stood there just looking at it, feeling a little impressed with myself. I'm not gonna lie.

You know? I'm shivvy. I'm badass. I can do this shit one handed. Fuck all y'all bitches.

Sorry. I, then via touching him made him aware that he needed to get onto the, straddle bench thing. I put some cuffs on his ankles, and then I used some connectors to connect them all up. Now one of the fun things about this hood of his is at the very top at the crown of your head, like, and there's a d ring. And so I stuck his leash onto that d ring and then tied had the leash off at a eye hook at the base of the, the spanking straddle thing and made it really tight.

So not only Could he not move his arms and hands because they were secured, but he could not move his head either. Just leaving him completely helpless, completely vulnerable, completely waiting for me to hurt him. He had fucked up earlier, so he knew I was going to really, really hurt him. No. And to start with, I really wanted to make this an intense scene.

I'd done a lot of scenes this week, but and they'd all been, like, under an hour. So I wanted this to be a really long, really intense the energy of the dungeon around us was lovely. Everywhere I looked, I could see people doing amazing scenes, beating people, Tying people, suspending people, fucking people, the energy was just amazing. Just this intense, kinky, sexual energy g of just people playing everywhere. Just it sends me smiling upwards into top space.

And I just start jotting a little bit more. My shoulders square back a bit more, and I'm ready to go. And I start by running my fingers over the slave's back. Just touching, just feeling, just caressing, trying to find sensitive spots with my fingertips that I'll find again later with other implements. Tickling here and there, seeing how much I can make him wiggle and squirm, how much room the slave has to wiggle and squirm.

Just touching practically every part of their body lightly with fingertips. Then I get to the boxers and I pull them down, leaving them exposed. And I start by grabbing something light, a nice light paddle. And just start slowly hitting him with it. I started with the the strap because I think it's a beautiful piece of equipment for any sort of sub you want to send to space.

There's something about the rhythmic thwacking you can get going that you can't really you with a paddle. With Florentine vloggers, you can do that same kind of rhythm, that nice, like, soft, soft, soft, medium, hard. Soft, soft, soft, medium, hard. You just get a rhythm going, a pattern going that's glowing their ass, and they can kinda just sink into sink into the impact the same way someone sinks into trance. And you just beat them across the ass and beat them across the shoulders.

Just kinda going around their body and just beating them, warming it up. Just like if I'm giving someone a massage, I always wanna start up lightly. And sometimes you go a little firmer and a little deeper where it needs it, but you're really just warming up the body. So that's what I did. I took that strap, and I warmed up his body, hitting his legs, hitting his arms, just giving his entire body have a rosy little glow.

And I then moved on to a harder paddle, and I started hurting him a little but I wanted him to really feel some pain, get those endorphins really rolling through his body. And so I beat him, and I smack him. And I decide I wanna secure them a little bit more. So I grab some zip ties, And I very, like and this part was difficult for me because doing a zip tie one handed and even with teeth can be a bitch. But I zip tied, all of his cuffs a little bit tighter together to, the eye hooks.

And then, you know, I have some zip ties in my hand. What are you gonna do? Well, I took, 3 of the very, like, foot long zip ties, and I started walking around his body, just beating him with them lightly at first, little stingy sensations. I try it on my arm first, of course, to make sure I know exactly what level of pain I'm causing. And then I just walk around and smacking him with it.

Hitting him here, hitting him there, hitting him fucking everywhere. This isn't like a paddle or blogger would have to worry about hitting the middle of his back or sensitive spots you wouldn't want to hit with any amount of pressure. These are just little stinging sensations that add to the sensation. And since this wasn't a toy, really, I knew that he didn't have any idea what I was using to hit him with. So it's this mystery sting going all over his body, hitting him literally everywhere, dragging it over his skin and just extra sensation to just kind of confuse his brain, confuses nerve endings and just really fun to beat him with.

And this one really made him wiggle his sting. So I move on now. I put down the zip ties, and I just move on to the crop. The crop is lovely that you can again hit somebody pretty much anywhere. And I just go through his body, and I start circling him.

And as I circle him, I smack him. And I just start circling faster and faster and smacking him everywhere, so he never knows where the blows are gonna come from. The hood does a really good job of blocking out a lot of sound, especially when you use earplugs underneath. So I just want him to not feel safe, not necessarily know how many people are smacking this life. It's just me.

But coming at all directions pretty fast, it just adds to the confusion and takes the brain down a little bit more. Smacking all over, having some fun, rubbing it sometimes, just taking that crop and the handle and just rubbing it really hard against their skin. Not enough to be painful, but enough to kinda cut into the skin a little bit. Just leave little marks as I run it over run the leather over him, put it in front of his face, he can't see it, but he can feel me tapping it gently against his cheek, tapping it gently against the top of his head, just moving it all over his body. And then finally, I put that away.

And I use some more paddles and really beat him until his ass is red. He's wiggling. And then I break out this little sharp pinwheel, and it feels like little tiny pinprick's hitting you. It doesn't actually draw blood. I'm not doing it hard enough for that, but I'm doing it in all of his most sensitive spots.

Just imagine every place you're ticklish, every place you're super sensitive, having something really sharp, just run over it. Kind of a tickle, kind of painful, just really fun. And this really made him wiggle, really made him squirm about and cry out a little bit, what little crying out he could do. I'm just running it everywhere over his feet, under his underarms, across his balls and his inner thighs, just everywhere. And I had fun playing with him, watching him squirm, and I put it away.

And now I kinda decide. I just want to use my hands for a little bit. So I take my right hand, the good one that's not currently injured due to special circumstances, and I start hitting him, squeezing him, groping him really hard, grabbing the ass, just the fleshy bit, kinda putting my fingernails in a little bit, making it hurt. And I start walking around him in circles and just every little part His body, I'm grabbing. I'm pulling.

I'm poking. I'm pushing. I'm just making him feel buffeted from all sides, and I just start Walking around faster and faster, smacking him, slapping him across his leather hood and just pulling at him, just making him feel like he's being beaten up. And then I guess he is. I really want him at this point.

We've been so far into the scene. His mind should be just already floating, and this is gonna take it that extra little bit, that little psychological fear, not knowing where he's gonna get struck, where he's gonna get pinched, where he's gonna get poked, not knowing what's coming next so that when I do go to the next thing, his mind will be able to just kind of space out from getting a beating that's more of a pattern and less of a surprise. Then I take out for one final time the strap because I know I'm gushing on it. But it's a new toy, and I think it's an amazingly versatile one. And I just start beating him again and beating him until he's sweating and squirming, and I'm not sure he can take anymore.

And then I just put it away. I start packing up the bag a little bit. And then about halfway through, I, I have to go borrow some scissors because I could not find my scissors to get rid of the zip ties. And I undo all of his cuffs and collar or well, I do undo his cuffs from the straddle horse, and I undo his leash. And still holding the leash that's attached to the top of his head, I make him get on his knees next to the horse, and I just make him sit there while I finish cleaning up the rest of, the toys, putting them all away in the bag.

I take off his cuffs. I put them in the bag until all he has on is his boxers, the mitts, and the hood. And then I make him walk on his hands and knees. I make him fucking crawl as, we crawl over to the station that has all the wipes crawling in front of all these people, he can't see them. He can't hear them, but he can imagine.

He knows they're there. Everybody can I see him in his little, subby glory? I'm just walking in my corset, feeling powerful, my pet at my side. I grab a wipe. I make him crawl back, and then I wipe down the the straddle horse.

Then we crawl back again as I go to throw it away. I, take his shoes, and we crawl over to while he crawls over to this, bench where I sit down. And his hood, he can hear a little if I'm right up against it. So I give him instructions to give me his feet, and I put his socks on. I put his shoes on.

So now he's simply except for socks and shoes, boxers, hood, and mitts, and, of course, the leash. I unhook the leash from the crown of his and I put it on the collar that's attached to the hood. And I pick up my toy bag, and I put it in his arms, making it very clear he needs to carry it. And then standing, him on a leash with his hood on in his mitts, and we walk out of the dungeon. We walk and walk.

And then finally, we get to the little tiny road and that runs through the camp, and we wait until finally I hear a golf cart coming by. And they have these little golf carts that taxi everybody around during the events. And I make him get into the golf cart and with the toy bag, and we just kind of ride around camp for a little bit in the golf cart. He has no idea what's going on, no idea where he is, and that's the way I wanted to be. That was a really, really fun scene.

I was very happy. I was still able to make it happen even with the fucking wrist. Stupid wrist. But it was my favorite scene of the week, and I hope you guys had a fun week too, whatever you guys were doing. And now I'm back.

I'm I need to make some more audios, play with more sluts.