The Camp Slut- Prequel - Sex Stories

The Camp Slut- Prequel

... was time for her to begin her search. They had presented her with the cuff set last night. She had cried and hugged them both excitedly. She immediately turned around so that Father could fasten the collar on her. The feel of the satiny smooth steel against her bare skin was nearly enough to send her into an orgasm by itself. Hearing the soft click of the lock going into place did. Mother took her then and bathed her, fastened the cuffs into place, groomed her. Mother then used the new cuffs to secure the girl to her bed, spread eagle and uncovered. She spent the night exposed and desperate to relieve the building tension between her legs. Sleep came fitfully and full of dreams that only made her arousal worse on waking. When Mother came and released her in the morning, it was all she could do not to masturbate herself then and there. She waited. Mother finished preparing her, powdering her skin, braiding her hair. Now leading her to the car, and hopefully, her future. Father was there, waiting in the pre-dawn darkness, smiling proudly at His girls. He kissed Gail on her forehead before fitting the ring gag in her mouth, cinching it behind her head. He threaded the leash chain through her cuffs, trussing her arms back and up as he clipped the end to the padlock in back. He placed a blindfold over her eyes, and her body lit like fire with every sensation. Carefully, he lifted her, cradled her, and laid her down. The carpet in the trunk of the car was scratchy. She hoped the ...

... trip would not be too long. She felt Mother’s hands helping with the ropes that went under her arms and secured her to one corner of the trunk. She felt Father clip her ankles together, another rope pulling her legs straight to the opposite corner. Father whispered a final, “Good luck. I love you,” before the trunk closed and locked. The drive seemed to take forever, with endless curves, bumps, stops and starts. Finally, the car stopped and turned off. She heard the car door open, then the trunk. Fresh, cool air rushed in, chilling the moisture on her skin. The ropes holding her in the trunk were released, and Mother’s soft hands helped her out of the trunk, held her until she could stand on her own. The trunk closed with a loud ‘thunk’. Mother removed the blindfold and kissed Gail softly on the cheeks, her tears wetting the daughter’s face. “I’m so proud of you, baby. Good luck, dear.” Gail was still blinking, trying to adjust to the early morning sun, when Mother got into the car and drove off. Gail’s adventure had begun. Not knowing where she was or how close anything was to her, she looked around. Forests surrounded her. The trees were close, but not impassable. The brush was light. She could hear running water nearby. Then she heard the sound she needed to. An engine. She started walking toward the source of the sound. It sounded close, but she knew the trees could pull tricks. The sound stopped suddenly. Hoping the driver had not left the area, she kept going in the ...