Camping Trip The camping trip had been planned for weeks. Everything was boxed, bagged and tagged at the bottom of the stairs. Meredith stood at the top of the stairs anxiously glancing at her watch as she looked out the large window to the driveway. " Where on earth could he be" she thought to herself. Her husband Richard had called just prior to leaving his office telling her he was on his way. That was an hour and a half ago and still he wasn't home. Suddenly she saw a strange SUV pull up in the driveway-2 men in it. Her husband jumped out of the passenger side and bounded in the house and up the stairs. "So sorry to be so long. The truck crapped out on me at Home Depot. It was just blind luck that Derrick came along at the same time I was there and gave me a lift home. I had AAA take the truck to the shop. But now we don't have it to go camping with. And with this secluded site I've found, we NEED 4-wheel drive. So I've invited Derrick to come along with us and he's going to drive. So we had to run by his place and pick up a few things....you don't mind do you?" She stared at him in amazement. It always left her incredulous as to how he could talk so fast and communicate so many thoughts in such a small amount of time. Smiling as she shook her head, she assured him that she didn't mind. "The more the merrier ..." she was saying as Derrick walked in the door. She'd met him a few times before-he worked with Richard. He was about 6'2" with that kind of wavy short hair that just made a girl dream of running her fingers thru it. Kinda like Tom Selleck's on that old television show Magnum PI "Are you sure?" Derrick asked, scoring points for his politeness. " I don't want to be an intruder or horn in on your romantic getaway..." "Absolutly sure " Madeline answered as she came down the stairs and grabbed a couple of bags. "We'll have a great time." Three hours later the three were chatting like old buddies as they drove down the winding bumpy dirt road that lead to the camp site. Madeline yawned as she asked Richard,"Are we there yet Daddy?" in her best winey voice. "Just up on the top of the next hill. " Richard replied. The Jeep Cherokee lumbered to the top of the next hill and as they stepped out of the truck, Madeline knew that the ride had been well worth the wait. At the top of the hill was a flat area big enough for several tents and a campfire. Others had used it, as there were the remnants of a fire ring in the center. As she looked out at the setting sun, she stretched and hollered for the guys to hurry up with the equipment. "Get your butt over here and help unload." Derrick teased her as he swatted her ass. She went over and held out her arms. "Load me up Master." she retorted back. "Well, if I'm going to be your Master, I'll do far more that load you up with sleeping bags." He shot back as he put gear in her arms. She looked at him -noting the funny smile on his face as she turned to take the gear to the circle. I wonder what he meant by that, she thought to herself. She and Richard sometimes played Domination games, but they never TOLD anyone about it. She'd even sometimes referred to Richard as Master in bed. But SURELY he hadn't told Derrick about that. Surely he hadn't. Finding Richard alone putting up the tent as Derrick set up the camp kitchen, Madeline mentioned the comment to Richard. "What did he mean by that?" she asked him. Richard looked up from the pegs and smiled at her. "I know exactly what he meant, but I'll let him explain it later on tonight. For now, just forget it." "Oh yeah right....like I can forget it NOW....tell me!" She exclaimed in frustration. "Well my dear, I've been talking about our games with Derrick for several months now. You see he's a professional Dom ...so to speak. He trains other submissives in his spare time. After we got to talking, I thought he could give me a few...pointers shall we say." Seeing the stunned look on her face, he leaned over and kissed her. "Don't worry dear...we always have the safe word if things go too far." He grinned at her. "Oh I know this is going to be a fun weekend." Stunned, Meredith wandered off by herself to "look for firewood". But in actuality, she had to think. "I can't believe he'd do that" she thought to herself. They'd been playing games for years. Innocent tying up. Some domination, controlling games. He'd tie her up and spank her sometimes, but the games ended after the orgasms stopped. It never left the bedroom. Until Now. "I understand Richard has told you why I'm here this weekend." a deep voice interrupted her thoughts. "Your proper training is to begin tonight....if you agree also that is. I never take on a submissive if she is not fully in agreement too. Before you answer, let me explain what this will involve. For the interlude of this weekend, you will be my submissive. No, not a slave. I do not believe in slaves. But you will learn about your submissive nature and how to use it to serve me and Richard...and ultimately how to achieve your own pleasure through serving others. My word is law this weekend, Richard will not help you. If I give you an order...or a request is how I prefer to think of it, you will obey. If you do not obey and obey enthusiastically, you will be punished. It is only by being shown what is expected of you and rewarded and punished accordingly that you can know if this is a lifestyle that you and Richard want to pursue. Now then, don't answer me yet. Think it over and if you agree that this is the path you'd like to continue down, come and let me know. I'll be sitting by the fire. " With that, he turned away. Meredith felt her knees go weak and sank to the ground, drawing her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. She knew that Derrick turned her on. That was for sure. His powerful voice emphasized every word. Even making punishment sound erotic. Obviously this was something that Richard wanted so the only thing left to consider was what she thought. Did she want the games to go further? In her heart, she knew the answer. It was the details that scared her, but she knew that she did want to go further, to submit deeper than the games had ever allowed her. Before she could change her mind, she stood up and strode purposefully over to Derrick and the roaring fire he'd started. "I'd like you to teach me about submission." she said loudly. Loud enough that Richard could hear her also. " I can show you the acts that a submissive person will sometimes do." Derrick began. "But the submissiveness must come from inside. It must be something you long to do. I can show you how you should act. It's up to you to want to act that way. To continue to seek improvement. Since you do want to begin, the clothes must go. As a submissive, you have no need for the clothes to be worn other than for warmth. You should be proud of your beauty and anxious to please us at all times. Do you think that we prefer to see you in baggy jeans and a blouse or naked?" "naked" she muttered her head down. "and do you not think I deserve some form of respectful term employed when you talk to me? Whether it be Sir, Master, or Mr. Hyatt, all sentences should address me with respect. Do you understand?" He admonished her. " yyyes sssir." Meredith stuttered. In her mind she was fighting the feminist thoughts that she shouldn't have to address ANY man that way. But the other side of the coin said that if he wanted her to call him King, she'd be only to willing to do so. "Now as I was saying before....strip." Slowly Meredith kicked off her tennis shoes and peeled off her socks. She then reached up and began to unbutton her new floral printed blouse. "Are you hesitating Meredith?" Derrick asked. "no, no I'm not hesitating." she insisted as she began to unbutton quicker. "aaah, you forget so quickly. Being submissive does not mean being dumwitted. Did I not just tell you to always address me with a form of respect? Bend over and pull your pants down now!" She hastened to comply. He reached over and took the belt out of her jeans, Took her by the arm and led her over to a fallen tree. "Bend over...NOW." Hearing her shallowed breaths, he gave her a moment to adjust herself on her knees as she bent over the log. "count aloud as I administer your first punishment of 4 licks" The first stroke caught her right across the middle of her butt making her choke back a sob. "one sir" The second and third were quick ones that landed just above the first one. "two sir, three sir" There was a brief pause and then whoosh. She heard the smack before she felt it. Oh how she felt it--partially on her buttocks and partially on her upper thighs."oooh, four sir." "now stand up, take your jeans all the way off-along with your panties and continue to remove your clothing." Part 3 Meredith never considered herself shy nor particularly modest. But removing the rest of her clothing was the hardest thing she ever had done simply because she was ordered to do so. The jeans were bunched up around her feet so all she had to do was step out of them. She kicked off her shoes and slipped off her socks with her opposite toes. She stood there in front of Derrick (and Richard who was of course standing to the side silently taking everything in) "Do I need to give you orders on removal of the rest of your clothes?" Derrick asked. "No sir" Meredith answered quietly. She slowly reached up inside her sweater and removed her bra, pulling it thru the sleeve. (A trick Richard had always wondered how she could accomplish so easily) . She tossed it aside and slide her nails into the sides of her panties and kneeled down to take them off. All that was left hiding her nakedness was the sweater and it was next to come off. Quickly, like ripping a bandaid off a cut, she shut her eyes and pulled the sweater up and off her...dropping it to the ground. First she covered her breasts, then thought better of it and dropped her arms to her sides. Still closing her eyes, she bowed her head. Derrick took his first good look at his friend's wife. He'd been to social events with her and Richard on several occassions, but he'd not been thinking of her in a sexual way then. She was simply Richard's pretty wife. Now she was his submissive in training and that changed the perspective. Meredith was a large sized woman. Not big boned like an amazon woman but soft and round. She was average heigth- about 5'5" full ample breasts, although they weren't overly large. He guessed her to be a C cup. Her legs were short, her feet and hands small. She kept her nails manicured. He liked that in a woman...very neat and feminine. Her red painted toes were the only hint of the inner sexuality that he was bound to bring to surface. Her long auburn hair was clasped in a barrett in the back with only her bangs on her forehead. She stood straight but with bowed head. Closed eyes prevented him from seeing the nervousness she felt. But he saw it in other gestures. The hands that kept gripping and opening, the shifting from one foot to another. "Be still meredith. Do not move until I allow you to. Do you understand?" " yes sir " she muttered again. Embarrased to her core. No other man since her marriage had seen her naked. "Open your eyes. I told you earlier you should be proud of your beauty. Now quit the ashamed act. " Meredith opened her eyes and saw him staring back at her. He started at her head and slowly took in her entire appearance. The intelligent witty green eyes, the small nose, the full lips. Then to her smooth shoulders and large beautiful breasts. The large nipples caught his attention as he thought of other activities for them. His eyes traveled down her round stomach to her full hips. To her pussy, lightly haired. To her thighs and well defined calves to her dainty feet and red toes. He liked what he saw and knew that she could be transformed into a submissive any man would be lucky to be served by. But he didn't tell her this. He simply said, "Ok, now. Go and begin setting up the gear inside your tent. When you're done, come back out to the fire." Meredith felt a bit of let down. After the show of stripping, she'd expected something - anything other than go set up the tent. But since it wasn't a question she wasn't expected to reply. So she turned and started for the tent. As she turned around, she saw Richard watching and looked at him with large pleading wide eyes. But he simply smiled and patted her on the butt as she passed by. While in the tent setting up the sleeping bags and gear, the men had a chance to talk. "So, what do you think?" Richard asked Derrick as soon as Meredith was out of ear shot. "Do you think this is going to work" "oh, absolutely." Derrick said as they began setting up the fire. "She longs for the extra dominance she is not getting from you, yet she feels ashamed of it too. Keep in mind, if you want this to truly work for the two of you, you'll have to watch and learn and continue this after you return home. Because once she gets a taste of this, I have a feeling there's going to be no turning back where she's concerned. Are you sure you want this too?" Richard was silent for a second. " I guess this is what this weekend is about. Me learning if I can go on with this. I don't want to hurt her. I don't know her limits. We talk about it some and she's always willing to try new things. But I'm always scared that if we go too far that it'll ruin our relationship." "I think what you're going to see" Derrick answered, " is the start of a new relationship. Once you cross that line, it'll be hard to go back. I"m not saying that 24 hours a day you'll be ordering her around or instructing her. She's too independent and intelligent to allow that kind of a relationship. What I think you'll see is a shifting in your sexual relationship that will spill over into your everyday lives too. Mostly only the 2 of you will see it, but make no mistake, anyone in the scene will see it. " Hearing the crunching of the leaves, the men looked up to see Meredith coming toward them, beautiful in her nakedness, some of the nervousness gone since she'd been doing the tasks without her clothes. It was just a matter of getting used to it. She stood by the men waiting her next order. "Hey there Meredith, come and have a seat." Derrick suggested..the stern dominance out of his voice. Slightly surprised, Meredith grabbed a chair and brought it up by the fire to get warm. The guys had the hot dog sticks out and handed her one while they prepared their supper. The guys carried most of the conversation steering it to every topic under the moon-except sex. Feeling the warmth of the fire, Meredith settled in and was beginning to relax when abruptly Derrick ordered, "on your knees meredith--at my feet." The shift in his voice again caught her by surprise, but she figured that's the way the weekend was going to go. A week-end of surprises. Hastily she fell to her knees and felt the hard ground and the leaves and twigs digging into her knees. She crawled to his side. Part 4 She looked up at him with her large green eyes and he could see her slightly trembling as she waited anxiously. "EYES DOWN!" he ordered sternly. Her eyes went down. "Ok, Richard, it's time for your first lesson in bondage. It's always important to know how to bind your submissive so A) she can't get away, B) So she is in an aestetically pleasing position for you to look at and of course C) you have easy access to all the parts you wish." She heard rather than saw him stand and walk around behind her. "Hands behind your back." Mereidith did so as the chill bumps began to work their way up her arms. "Richard, bind her wrists and arms together." Richard lazily got up out of his chair and grabbed a length of cord he'd had behind his back. He walked over to Meredith and without a word began wrapping her wrists together. Then he took another length of cord and pulled her elbows closer together-pushing her breasts farther out. When he was finished, Derrick instructed her to stand. "Now slowly turn around..." as she did so, Derrick was thinking. "Hmmm, something is missing I think. He took a length of rope from Richard and went up to her hair and wrapped the rope around the long mane of hair. He tested the reign by tugging slightly. "oooh" Meredith moaned. She hated having her hair pulled. " When she does not do as she's told quickly enough, we now have a way to hurry her along." Leading her with the rope leash, Derrick led Meredith over to a pair of trees. He released the ropes that bound the arms and wrists while explaining to Richard an easier way of tying that would allow for a quicker release. Rapidly re-tying her arms to opposite parallel tree branches, he then kicked her legs apart and tied them to the bases of the trees. "Notice how in the spread eagle position, her breasts aren't as perky as when her arms are tied behind her back. To make them look better let's try binding them together like so..." He roughly grasped one breast and began to wrap rope around the base while making a figure 8 design with the other breast. He then grasped the middle of the figure 8 and tied it to a small necklace piece of rope around her neck like a halter top. The entire exchange had lasted so far for maybe 10 minutes, but to Meredith it seemed like an eternity. The men were talking about her and her body like she wasn't even there. She was a test dummy. They would untie her arms and try different postions. First Derrick would do it then, Richard would come over and try it or put a different variation on it. Occassionally one might brush his hand against her nipple or tug on it to make it more pert. But it wasn't in a romantic way but more of cosmetic way. They liked how she looked when her nipples were pert or her breasts were stuck out. "ok, enough for tonight, we'll get her ready for bed and then get ready ourselves." Derrick released her arms and legs from the tree and loosely tied her hands behind her. He attached the end of her hair reign to her wrists turned her around so that she had to walk backwards and pulled her toward the tent. "Got everything I told you to bring?" Derrick asked Richard. Richard nodded yes. "ok then, I'll give you the instructions and you do it. The quicker you learn, the more assured you'll become and the transition will be easier. The trio worked their way into the tent. Mereidith's hands were released although Derrick kept her in line with his reign. "Get into the sleeping bag." Meredith moved as well as she could with her hair being pulled back by the leash. She sat on the ground and scooted into the sleeping bag and lay on her back. Derrick ordered her to turn on her side. He then had Richard to bind her hands behind her back and attach them with a longer cord to her also bound feet. Her knees were bent to allow the fetal curved position to be achieved. The bottom of the sleeping bag was then bound on the outside to her body like a coccoon tightly encasing her legs, hips, stomach, breasts, all the way up to her shoulder. A neck brace like an accident victim might wear was placed around her neck and the sleeping bag was sinched tight around the brace. No movement was possible. A black blind fold was placed over her eyes and a large set of earphones that blocked out all noise was placed over her ears. Richard kissed her cheek, admired his work, and the two men stepped out of the tent. She was alone in her world right now. ------------------- She felt the men leave the tent as she lay there in her secure nest. So many thoughts, so little time. No that wasn't true. She had all the time in the world to lie there and think. With the head phones on, she could hear her heart pounding in her ears. On one side, she was ashamed at the way she'd allowed herself to be treated. They'd handled her like she was a piece of camping gear that had to be stowed away for the night. No one asked, was she ok?, was this too tight? They just did it. The other more erotic side of her brain (would that be the left or the right side?) enjoyed the anonymity. She knew how wet she felt. She knew how she longed for their hands to brush "accidentally" across a nipple or her pussy. There was no denying that deep inside she loved this kind of treatment and wanted it to continue. So she pushed the logical side away, tested the secure bonds and fell asleep. Sometime during the night she felt Richard slide into the the tent next to her and curl up to her back. She relaxed into his arms and the bondage and knew she was where she was meant to be. The beautiful sunrise was wasted on Meredith. Her only clue that the new day had begun was the increasing warmth in the tent. Her arms cramped and she knew she'd been lying awake for several hours. Richard had left her already; it must have been while she was dozing. She'd never slept all night long in bondage. It wasn't as easy as they described in the books! She lay there waiting for relief to come. It came in the guise of Derrick. First he removed the headphones. "Good morning meredith. Sleep well?" Turning her face toward the sound of his voice, she said, "no sir I didn't. My arms cramped so bad I thought I wouldn't make it." "But you did make it. I'm really very proud of you. It will get easier. I promise. Now let's get you out of this. With the quickness that comes with years of practice, he had her untied and unbound in record time. She came out of the sleeping bag and once again the shyness took over. Afterall, she was in a tent, naked with a man who wasn't her husband. Who wouldn't cross their arms over their breasts and pull their knees up to cover their sex? Probably a smarter submissive! Derricks face turned hard as he saw her covering manuvers. He grabbed one of her arms and immediatly pulled her up and out of the tent. "We WILL NOT go through this everytime." He said sternly. Bend over the chair. Swiftly he removed his own belt. " You will count out the 8 licks you're going to receive. That's twice as many as you received last time. Next time it will be 16. I just want you to know in advance the consequences of your actions." Unaccustomed to the pain that ran through her body, meredith was sobbing by the 7th stroke. After the 8th stroke, Richard magically appeared and began to rub a soothing lotion on her ass. She held on to him as hard as she could as he tried to make the pain go away. But his words contridicted his soothing hands. " You know that you enjoy showing off that body. Why do you bother to try and hide it from us? You're ours to enjoy. That is your purpose now. It's what you must strive for. By pleasing us, you'll please your self. I do not want a repeat of that whipping. Do you understand? " meredith was stunned. Richard never had talked like that to her. He sounded like Derrick now. Richard popped her butt and popped her out of her introspection. No time to think. " Do you understand!?" "yes Richard." she whispered. "Not good enough. Derrick instructed you to call him sir, Master, or Mr. Hyatt. You will extend me at least the same courtesy. I'm afterall, only your HUSBAND!" He smacked her lotion greased ass hard one more time. " From now on, you will address me as either Sir, Master or if we're in public, Dear Husband. Am I understood?" Feeling like she was talking to a stranger, but a stranger that turned her on with his new assertive manner, she spoke loudly and clearly, "yes Master." "Good. Now get up and begin fixing breakfast. Derrick has already started a fire. We'll have eggs and bacon this morning. The frying pans are in the camp box. " He smiled to Derrick behind her back as she scrambled up off his lap and hurridly began preparations for breakfast. Derrick grinned back. He loved training couples this way. He'd had a long talk with Richard the night before about tones of voice and how to gain attention with inflections. It wasn't always what you said, but how you said it. After breakfast, the plans of the day were announced. "We're going on a hike." Derrick announced. Inwardly meredith groaned. If there was one activity she hated, it was hiking. In high school she'd done everything imaginable to avoid the track. When dating Richard she'd once gone on a hike up a mountain and swore as she lay gasping at the top that she'd never do it again. All that effort to get somewhere that with a good 4 wheeler, one could simply ride. Richard, knowing her feelings just looked at her and smiled. "I love hiking." he said simply. Meredith knew this. He was always trying to get her to go hiking whenever they camped but Meredith would always brush him off and settle in with a good novel. "I've laid out your outfit for the day over on the picnic table. Go and get into it." Meredith slowly walked over to the table looking for some blue jeans and a flannel shirt. Something. But all that was there was a pair of thick socks and hiking boots. The sinking realization hit her. That was all she was going to be allowed to wear. --------------------- Well, the socks and shoes weren't the only thing she got to wear. Let's not forget the dreaded leash that this time had a modification. The neck brace was again put on and the leash threaded so that Richard in front of her could pull her along or Derrick could pull her from behind. She felt like a prisoner of war...without the uniform. She was given a walking stick and off they went. At first it wasn't too bad. Afterall, they were at the top of a hill and going down hill. But then they started wandering off the natural path. Branches scraped her face then her breasts and her ass. Occassionally, she'd stumble and then the leashes would tighten. She learned to walk carefully. After an eternity of walking, (probably about an hour) they reached a beautiful opening. A stream flowed in front of them and trees dotted the landscape. A log lay across the stream connecting the two banks. No noise but Meredith's panting and the occasional squeak of the birds could be heard. Butterflies gathered at the edge of the water in groups. It was a sight that was so beautiful, Meredith could only stare in amazement. "how BEAUTIFUL!" Meredith exclaimed. "Isn't it though!" Richard agreed. "But you would never have seen this if you'd stayed back at the campsite reading, 'Tales of an orgy' now would you?" "No sir." Meredith agreed. Richard smiled at her use of the sir. "Let's get her down there." Derrick interrupted. Confused at what he meant, Meredith looked around. Where were they taking her? Stumbling again down the path, they headed for the stream. Richard led her toward the banks, stopping first to take off her socks and boots. Then the two men led her down into the water. Oooh the coold cold water. Carefully picking her way thru the rocks (she had a tendency to slip and sprain ankles) they pulled her to the log that connected the two banks. The water was only about knee high but rushing rather quickly. Derrick took her leash and held it behind the log while Richard secured her arms to the log that lay above her head. Her first instinct was to struggle. But what good would it serve? Two men, lots of rope and her naked and in a leash did not lend it's self to logical struggle. So there she was secured and blindfolded. The earphones left off this time so she could hear nature...and all that was there. Richard kissed her cheek, "trust me, love" and then the two men strode out of the water. Nothing else. "Where are you going?" She yelled. "Come back! You can't leave me here. What if I fall?" But that wasn't likely. Her arms and shoulders were securly tied to the log...if she did fall, she'd be supported by her arms until she could regain her footing. "What if someone comes and sees me? Please! I'll be good. I promise. No more complaining about the hike. Please come back!" But no one answered her cries. She was all alone with the sounds of nature and at first it wasn't too bad. The water was cold, but she was growing used to it. THe worst part was that every sound was intensified. That and the fish. She could feel them as they'd swim past her feet and ankles. What if it were a snake? So she squirmed and wiggled, her back becoming scrapped by the log. The last words Richard had said were Trust me. But how could she trust him when he'd left her out like this. Left her alone abandoned in the woods where who knows what could be. This was not what she'd bargained for. When she'd agreed to become his submissive, she'd had visions of being tied up and "tortured" til she came. Having her ass swatted occassionally. Gropping of hands. That sort of thing. Not being bound in her sleep, spanked until she cried for minor infractions, and left in a creek to be fish food. He was asking for more of a commitment. It occured to her he was testing her. Seeing if she would take what he was dishing out for no other reason than it was what he wanted. But then she remembered the smile on his face when she called him sir. The look of pride when she stumbled into the clearing having made the hike. He wasn't just trying to punish her, but make her grow too. Grow as a submissive who trusted him to make the right decisions and to grow as a person. So she pushed aside her fear of the unknown (and the fish and snakes that she just KNEW were there) and waited for him to return. A while later, they returned...who knows how long it was, Lord knows Meredith had no idea. The men splashed in the water laughing and joking. Derrick again quickly untying the unreachable knots and Richard kissing her as she was was allowed to have the blindfold removed and the bright sun rushed into her eyes. "Did you trust me?" he asked? She thought about if and replied honestly, "Not at first. I was angry that you'd left me. But then I thought about it and I worked it out in my mind and yes, I trust you. I knew you'd be back for me and that you wouldn't let me get hurt." "That's right my love. "Richard said. "as a matter of fact, I never left your sight. I was just beyond the trees the entire time. Trust will grow as we do." He led her out of the water and up on the bank, towelled off her legs and helped her back into her socks and boots. " Let's go back to the campsite." He said. But again the leash was put on her and the same positions assumed. IT was almost comforting. Not the uphill trek, but the bondage that helped keep her in place, psycologically and physically. When they reached the campsite, Derrick removed her leash and neck brace. " It's my time to work with you now. Richard, leave us alone. Meredith, it's now time for your next lesson." ---------------------- Richard took a long look at Meredith, squeezed her arm and turned away. It was hard for him to do. While he encouraged Derrick's help in learning the ways of being a Dom, it was hard to leave his wife alone with Derrick...especially knowing Derricks ways of discipline. Derrick had prepared him, but what can really prepare you for that. Meredith, however, had no idea what to expect. So when Derrick ordered her to her knees at his feet, she quickly complied, ready, she thought for whatever new "training" Derrek issued. "That was a long hike meredith, my legs are sore. Why arn't you massaging them?" "I'm sorry Sir, I didn't know you wished me to." As enthusiastically as she could she started at the ankles and began massaging. "Thats part of being a submissive. Anticipating what your Master wants and /or needs. And putting those needs ahead of your own. So that when your needs are satisfied, the feeling of relief is even greater. For not anticipating my needs, you will be punished. Don't you agree you should?" Meredith hung her head. She was confused. How on earth was she supposed to know? "By your silence, I take it you don't agree. But in actuality, it doesn't matter if you agree or not. I've deemed it necessary. Stop massaging and bend over my lap. " Meredith did as instructed. " 5 licks is the normal punishment that will be administered. Count them loudly or as usual they will be doubled." And so the lessons began. By the 5th stroke, Meredith was barely able to call out 5, but the fear of having 10 more strokes gave her the motivation. "Now wipe the tears. " He was slowly circling her butt with his hand as he explained his actions. "meredith, I could have simply asked you to massage my legs and you would have enthusiastically done so. As would most any wife or lover for their partner. But as submissive, you MUST anticipate your Master's needs. And by my spanking you to correct you, you will now remember it. " He helped her off his lap and lowered her back to her knees. "now, where were we? Oh yes, your training was beginning. " He withdrew a coin from his pocket and tossed it on the ground a few feet away. " Now fetch the quarter back for me...using only your teeth. " Meredith looked at him in disbelief. He had to be joking. :"NOW, or do I need to pull my whip back out?" Her ass still on fire, she didn't want to aggravate him further, but she wasn't a DOG! Never-the-less, she found herself trotting after the coin. As she bent down, her hair flew into her face and eyes and she lost sight of the coin. She tilted her head to the side swishing her hair aside. She lowered her head and slowly picked up the coin along with dirt and pine straw with her teeth. Fully embarrassed, she slowly crawled back to him and dropped the coin in his hand. "You seemed to lack enthusiasm for that job. I expect to see more enthusiasm this time. But maybe you need to feel more of the part. He took the pine straw that she had brought with the quarter and scooped up more from the ground. He found some twine in his pocket that wrapped he wrapped around the straw. He then stuck it in her ass. "Now you have a tail. Maybe now you'll feel like the retriever you are. Now fetch the coin again. And with enthusiasm." He tossed the coin further this time. "FETCH" And so the game continued. Her embarrassment continuing as the itching "tail" poked and prodded inside her ass. She came back this time in a faster time and he patted her head. "Good girl....now again." The game continued until meredith felt she could crawl no more. Her knees were sore, her mouth tasted like dirt and she felt lower than she'd ever felt before in her life. "Meredith, you've done a good job. You've done as I asked and you've done it well. What I'm showing you is that regardless of what task you're given, you must do it enthusiastically and without regard to yourself. You do because I or your other Master tells you to. You do not question. You just do. That's where the trust comes in. You must trust that we are telling you to do something for a reason. And I know you must be thinking to yourself, why did he make me do such a demeaning act. The reasons do not have to be explained to you, but this time I will. I wanted to humble you. To make you see nothing but the coin and pleasing me." " Now, you may stand and go down to the creek. Wash off and join us at the campfire ring." Meredith paused a second, leaned down and kissed Derrick's foot and smiled weakly. "thank you sir." Hardly recognizing her own voice, she stood and made her way down the path. ---------------- Meredith headed down the path toward the creek stunned and amazed at her recent behavior and the feelings that accompanied it. When she'd first begun the humiliating game of fetch, she'd felt nothing but shame and repulsion at the way she was being treated and the way she was allowing herself to be treated. But as the game went on, it became a challenge to see how fast she could retrieve the coin. She stopped dwelling on what others would think if they saw her and began thinking only of Derrick's smile and touch as she dropped the coin in his hand. When at last he allowed her to stop and he held her and told her what a wonderful job she'd done, the accomplishment of pleasing him was overwelming. And when she'd impulsively kissed him on the foot, her voice seemed to belong to someone else. She reached the creek and stepped into the cold water. She wadded down and began to wash her dirt stained knees and feet and her sweat drenched body. She was thinking about what she'd fix for dinner tonight and how she could serve it to the men in a special way. She drip dried her way back up to the campsite as she thought of different ways to please Richard and Derrick. Meredith had never spent this much time without any clothes on, but now her nudity seemed only natural. In the past day, her body taken on a tan that rarely occured. Her breasts were a pink that they'd never been and her ass was getting a light tan hue that was foreign to it. Meredith began to feel proud of her new look. She brushed out her long hair with her hands as best she could and headed back to the camp site. The men had apparently been busy while she'd been away. She walked into the campsite to see a huge X that had been erected of a sawed in half tree. Wide eyed, Meredith could only stare. From her reading, she knew it was a crude imitation of a St. Andrew's Cross. She also knew what it was for. 2 days ago, she'd have turned around and run away. Today however, she stared, swallowed hard and continued up to the men's area. She walked between Derrick and Richard and knelt down between them simply awaiting her next command. Richard was amazed at the difference in her. She was so so so submissive...and composed. Before, she'd always struggled with him and he'd had to force her to obey. That wasn't the case now. She knelt there simply waiting for one of them to speak. Richard broke the silence, "Mmmm, you look a heck of a sight better. I just started up a fire, why don't you get dinner going? We've got a few more things to do." "Yes sir." Meredith chirped as she stood up and headed for the food boxes. Richard staring at her in awe. He turned to Derrick. "I don't know how you did it, but I barely recognize her. " "Oh she'll slip into her old ways, don't you think she won't. But that's when you correct her. Now let's get things finished for tonight." With that, the men went to work while Meredith took care of the "women's work." "That was a delicious dinner Meredith! I'm stuffed. And the presentation was simply devine" Richard said as he stretch back on the ground and grinned. "Thank you sir, I love to cook, you know that!" Meredith smiled. She'd served the food on her hands and knees with all the platters of food on her back. She'd crawled to each man and allowed him to pick his food off her back , her breasts dangling and swaying as she carefully made her way along the ground, ass high in the air. When they were done, they fixed her a plate and forced her to stay on all fours and eat out of the dish...with no utensils. Then she was ordered to lick herself clean. Especially made interesting with the ketchup and mustard that had accumulated on her breast and belly. Meredith was still on all fours waiting for her next command. Derreck spoke next. "up Meredith. Come with me." Meredith stood and followed Derrick over to the giant X that had loomed over the campsite all afternoon. She hadn't dared ask about it or question what they had in mind. "Tonight is very important meredith." Derrick began as he began lashing her wrists over her head to the hooks in the X. "Tonight you decide yes or no if your life is to continue in this fashion." He then lashed her ankles to the bottom. "You make a commitment tonight, that will be as binding as any oath you've ever taken. You will or you won't decide to commit yourself as Richard's submissive...turning over control of ALL things to him. You will decide to let him decide. Whatever he commands, you will do without question." With her securely afixed to the cross, he removed a long black scarf from his back pocket and placed it over her eyes. Then he pulled a set of nipple clips from another pocket and clamped them to her already budding nipples. She gasped in pain, but bit back any comment. "the bonds are to hold you during the pain, the blindfold to force you to rely on us to do what is right...and the clamps, well they're just for adornment. I just happen to love big tits with clamps on them." He jiggled them for good measure. He stepped away for a minute then returned. He spoke in a loud booming authoritative voice that made meredith jump and lean toward his sound. "Tonight all things change for you meredith. In the past, Richard and you have been a partnership in all things. Financially, Domestically, and Physically. But after tonight that changes. You will agree to submit to Richard's authority on all things regarding finances. Richard will asssume all control of your bank account and the credit cards. He will give you what spending money you need and he will approve all purchases. While your name will still remain on all documents in case of an emergency, you will not be allowed to use them without Richard's express permission. You will now always sign your name with a lower case m to signify your submissiveness. Richard is now responsible for providing for you and all of your needs. You are reliant on him for all things. In the past, you have shared all the chores and responsibilities of the house. Because Richard so desires it, he will occassionally still do some of the cooking, but everything else regarding the house will be your responsibility. The house is always to be in impecable shape. The yard will also become your responsibility. All the above rules are subject to change when and if Richard sees the need. ANd the final area is the physical realm. Previously, you and Richard have been sexual partners. That will now change. You will be partners with whomever Richard deems. It is his perogative to share you with whomever he desires. And likewise, he now may choose to use other women as he desires...with or with out you. Do you understand the new perameters that will surround your relationship should you choose...for the rest of your lives?" Voice quivering, meredith answered, "yes Mr. Hyatt." The term master now was saved for only Richard. "Richard, do you agree to financially, emotionally and physically care for your wife and submissive meredith for as long as you two live?" With a solemness that meredith had never heard before, Richard answered as he had 6 years before on their wedding day. "I do." "And do you meredith, vow to submit to all that Richard decrees?" This time, she spoke loudly and clearly. " I do." "Then at this time you will be branded as Richard's submissive." Without giving her time to think or react, Richard immediatly applied a brand of his initials RM to Meredith's belly. She screamed as the brand pushed into the soft fleshy stomach area above her belly button. She smelled the acrid odor of flesh burning and strained against the ropes briefly before passing out into her bonds. ------------------------- She awoke the next morning in somewhat of fog. She struggled to sit up, but found she was bound as she had been the night before in her sleeping bag bondage. She could see nothing and could barely move, so she simply relaxed back in her bonds. No need to struggle, Richard would be there to take care of her soon. She lay back and waited in silence and darkness. Soon, as she predicted, Richard tip toed in the tent. He began removing her bondage and was treating her delicately. When her bondage was removed, he bent down to inspect the brand. After she'd passed out the night before, they'd taken her down, cleaned and treated the wound and put her to bed. Richard held her tightly hardly able to contain his excitement over the new developement in their relationship. He held her in his arms and whispered into her ear, "You're mine, all mine. And I'll take care of you forever." meredith contentedly snuggled deeper into his embrace. A few hours later, the tent had been folded up, the camp site cleaned and the suv loaded up. The former St. Andrew's cross tossed back into the woods that someone else might find it and enjoy it's many uses. meredith had been running about helping to strike the site but as of yet still had on no clothes. It was getting closer to time to leave and meredith could not help but wonder how she was going to be taken back to civilization. The old Meredith would have simply thrown on a pair of shorts and tee, but the new meredith waited to be instructed her clothing of the day. Richard finally came to her and handed her a dress to put on. Wear this today...we'll find "more suitable" outfits that fit your new station once we get home. meredith looked at the short small dress and drew in a breath. But she did not argue or question the lack of undergarments. she simply slid the dress on and felt the tight fabric acentuate her breasts and hide very little. Derrick smiled at the couple and knew that his work was done...oh he was sure he'd be called in for consultant work later on, but the transformation of Meredith into meredith was complete. Her bowed head, the way she naturally got into the back seat as they prepared to leave, the way she opened the door for Richard then Derrick, these small tasks showed that the submissive had finally won out in meredith...and she couldn't have been happier. ####
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