Story: Camping Trip
by J. Darksong
The weekend. Is there really a better time of the week than that glorious time on
Friday when you come home and know that the next two days are all yours? I was grinning
like the Cheshire cat when I clocked out at work at exactly 5:00:01 p.m. I was definitely
looking forward to this weekend. Shelley, my darling wife, lover, and slave, had told
me to get home early, that she had made arrangements for this to be a special little
vacation for us. We were pretty hip-deep in the "family thing" these days, not having
much time to spend alone together. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love my step-daughter
and my wife's parents with all my heart, its just that sometimes a man likes to have
some quiet time alone with his wife now and again, you know, private time. It had been
nearly two months but this weekend I planned on doing absolutely nothing except spending
time with Shelley.
"Hi, honey, I'm home," I said, walking into the living room. I know it sounds kinda
hokey, like Ward Clever back in the 50's, but I never got tired of saying it. I had
pictures in my mind of my wife, walking out of the bedroom dressed in something sleek
and sexy, an evening dress perhaps, of maybe just her lingerie. Dinner would be set, and
ready at the table, a suave candlelit affair, with plates set across from each other.
The bottle of wine I had picked up the week before would be set out as well, chilled
and ready to serve. And as I walked in, she would say, "Greetings, my Master, your slave
has awaited you. kayli is so glad you are home."
Well, that is what I expected. What I saw when I walked in the house was a little
bit different.
Shelley walked out of the bedroom alright, dressed not in sexy underwear or fancy
eveningware, but in hiking gear. Glancing into the kitchen I saw instead of a candlelit
dinner, several plastic wrapped sandwiches, a couple of bags of potato chips, and
some sweet snacks in a large picnic basket. Instead of my bottle of wine, a large thermos
filled with Kool-Aid or lemonade, or some-kind-of-aid, was lying there. And as I walked
into view, Shelley turned to me and said, "Glad you're here. Hurry and get dressed, we
have to leave in an hour!"
I was speechless for a moment or two, but I recovered quickly. "Shelley, dearheart,
what IS all of this?" I exclaimed, gesturing at the kitchen, and at her clothes. "I
thought we were all set for our 'special weekend' not going on safari!"
"This IS for our special weekend, silly," she replied, looking slightly annoyed.
"Don't tell me you forgot? We're going camping like we've planned for months!"
I quickly ran through my mental rolodex. Heaven only knows that I have forgotten
half the things my loving patient wife tells me, but I was pretty sure I would have
remembered this date if there was something special planned. My first trip camping out
in the Idaho wilderness would DEFINTELY be something to remember. Thinking back, I recalled
that we had talked about going camping in the summer, next time we both had time off, but
it was only April. "Sorry, dear, but I don't know ANYTHING about going camping this
weekend. We talked about it, yeah, but you never said THIS weekend specifically."
"I'm sure I mentioned it, honey," she said frowning as I pulled out my personal
planner. "See, I even wrote it down here in your planner so you wouldn't forget. Right
here on April, twenty---huh? It's not there? Honey, where did you PUT it?"
Frowning, I flipped the book to June. "I didn't, YOU did! Last time we talked
about going camping, you said SUMMER. I told you to pick a day and mark it, and you
did. You marked JUNE 23 love, not April." She shook her head in confusion for a moment,
and I sighed deeply. "With all the talk you did the past week or so, about this special
weekend, I thought you meant like out special DATE nights we used to have back when we
still lived apart, and only talked on computer. I never dreamed you meant going camping
until just now!"
"Oh honey, I must have forgotten to tell you then," Shelley said blushing slightly.
"Jennifer called me about two weeks ago and said the park would be opening up a few months
early this season, trying to drum up some extra cash. Today is the opening day, and I
already made arrangements." She looked up at me with those sad puppy-dog eyes, the same
ones Caber uses when he gets into trouble and tries to get out of it. "But, you don't
have to go if you don't WANT to," she added softly.
"No, no, its fine. Its...well it sounds great, honey," I said semi-enthusiastically.
"It was rather unexpected, but hey, we were going to go camping anyway. Why not now? No
problem, I'll just go get ready." I smiled at her. "Not exactly the weekend I expected,
but just as long as we are alone together, it will be just fine."
"Mom, I'm all packed!" Jessica said as she burst out of her room. Packed? Packed
for what? She wasn't...uh no. Not the little one too? "Hi, Johnny Appleseed," she teased
me, giving me a hug. I thought of her fully as my daughter now, and it made me happy
that she had accepted me as much into the family as her mother. But it still amused me
when she called me Johnny Appleseed. "You better get your clothes packed up," she said.
"We have to leave to go get Aunt Jen in a little bit."
"Ah, Aunt Jen too," I said, glancing at Shelley. "After all, what would a camping
trip be without Jennifer?" Okay, the private weekend alone at home was gone, and now
the private weekend alone in the woods had become the private family weekend camping
trip. I smiled at Jessica. "I don't suppose Grandma and Grandpa are coming alone on
the trip too, are they, honey?"
Small Fry shook her head. "Naw, Grandma has to be at church for the Easter Morning
program, so she can't go, and Grandpa is staying home with her."
"OH, that's TOO bad, " I said mournfully. "Well it HARDLY seems like a family
trip with out Grandma and Grandpa! I mean, shouldn't we at least take the dogs along
to make it more of a family trip?"
Jecca's eye grew wide. "Yeah, mom! That's a great idea! Let's take the dogs with
us! It'd be great, and since we're outside they could have fun walking around doing stuff,
and not be cooped up here at the house. Please, mom?"
* * *
Okay...sarcasm is wasted on little 11 year old girls. I should have known better.
I was slightly annoyed at the way the trip had suddenly changed from a romantic sleepover
into a family get together. Still, I figured that Shelley would simply tell her NO,
and that would be the end of that. After all, who brings their dogs on Vacation with
them? The answer: We did. I sat in the back seat with Jessica while Jennifer and Shelley
rode in the front, Jen acting as navigator. I was sulking, I admit it, and having Saorca
leaning over the back of the seat licking my face wasn't helping things. But as upset as
I was, I knew deep down that this was something my dearheart had wanted, a special trip
she had planned on for a while, so I did my best not to mope too much.
"Ha, ha, I win again!" Jessica said in triumph.
"Huh? What the...how in the world did you beat me three times with that same kid?"
We had brought our GameBoys on the trip to keep from getting bored, and I had linked
mine to Jecca's to play head-to-head. ANOTHER big mistake. Young girls her age might not
know sarcasm, but they DO know video games. Five games later, I gave up, conceding the
match to her. "Just remember, kiddo, I RULE you in Street Fighter," I said with a grin,
tickling her ribs. She squealed, and I thought perhaps it wouldn't be QUITE so bad
having them along after all.
Finally we arrive at the park, and after registering, we start on our little hike
through the woods to where we would be camping. About half an hour into it, I was silently
thanking my wife for helping me get back into shape. As it was, all of us were panting
a bit when we finally reached the site, and unloaded all our gear. Jecca had Caber and
Saorca on a leash, and she kept a good grip. It was a big park, and though they were
good little puppies, we wouldn't want to search all over for them if one of them wandered
off somewhere.
It was late evening by the time we set up he tents and had a warm fire going. Dinner
of the foods we had packed seemed somehow better under the open stars. As we talked and
laughed and sang campfire songs, I hardly seemed to miss the TV at all. Finally around
midnight, we decided to turn in. "Try not to be TOO loud, will you?" Jennifer said,
with a big smirk. I had no idea what she meant at that, until I saw her and Jessica
walk over to their tent several feet away. That's when it hit me.
"OH!" I said loudly, which made Shelley giggle. "I just now noticed the two tents.
And actually, I really hadn't thought about the sleeping arrangements much."
Moving forward, she wraps her arms around me, pulling me tight into her embrace,
and kisses me. "Silly Master, surely you don't think I meant for us to be apart all
this time? Even if we are on a family trip, there is still private time for the two
of us...that's why I talked Jennifer into coming, to watch Jessica." Now I kissed her
back, blushing slightly.
"Shelley, dearheart," I asked once the kiss had broken, "you are, as I always say,
the GREATEST! Why you even put up with me, I'll never know." I led you gently into our
tent, where we swiftly disrobed down to our underwear. Caressing my lovely wife tenderly,
I whispered in her ear, just before pulling her into me, "I don't know why you put up
with me...but I'm glad you do!"
"So do I, Master," she said softly, slipping out of her hiking gear. It was a warm
night, more like summer than last spring, so I wasn't worried about her catching a chill.
What DID worry me was the fact that our very young, very impressionable daughter was only
a few feet away, and that my dearheart love had a habit of being quite... ahem... LOUD
when driven to ectascy. Luckily, I came prepared for these occasions.
"Mo duinne," I said softly, catching her just as she slipped off her socks. Shelley
froze, her expression one of complete relaxation and happiness. I whispered into her ear.
"Sorry to surprise you like that, little one... but with tender ears right next door, I
think we need to adjust your volume a tad. Now, listen and obey, my slave. When you awaken
you will be unable to speak, or yell, or cry out at all. The sounds will merely stop
in your throat, going no further." I thought for a moment. "Since you can no longer speak,
you won't be able to beg me to cum, so for the rest of the night, you may cum whenever
you feel the need, without holding back for my permission."
I had silenced her once before and forgotten that little restriction. The end result
was a feverishly insane slave girl, driven to the brink, but unable to climax. When I finally
remembered, and commanded her to cum, she climaxed so hard she passed out cold. It took
nearly an hour for her to revive. A scary sixty minutes, that. I was definitely not going
to do THAT again.
Needless to say, the night was a very enjoyable one for the both of us. I brought
my beautiful wife off to seven orgasms that night, and as afterwards, I relaxed her and
calmed her, sending her off to dreamland by massaging and caressing her lovely feet. I
was glad that a foot fetish was one of the things we shared in common, and as she drifted
off to sleep with me sucking lightly on her toes, I could swear she orgasmed again one last
time. Satisfied, and sated, I crawled under the covers, cuddling up with her, to drift off
to sleep in her arms.
We spent a total of three days and two nights in the woods. It was a fun trip for
all. Well, perhaps a bit more fun for me that for Shelley. I had decided, as a bit of
punishment for forgetting to tell me about the trip ahead of time, I would keep her
silent. Jessica and Jennifer were a bit concerned when they discovered that Shelley had
lost her voice, but I assured them it was just strained, and that I was positive it would
return by Monday morning. Shelley, smirking evilly, handed me a note as we drove back
along he highway for home:
Thanks again for the wonderful weekend, my darling Master. kayli has learned her
lesson, and will remember from now on. However, in fairness I must warn you--- the next
time we have role reversal, you are in BIG trouble.
I kissed her and whispered softly into her ear. "I'm looking forward to it."
<<<The end...for now.>>>