Date: Thu, 24 Dec 2015 13:29:01 +0100
From: Brian Bainbridge <brwainwright@gmx.com>
Subject: From Foot Fun to Master 17

 FROM FOOT FUN TO MASTER: PART XVII
Relaxing at the Camp


	It had been a busy past few months. The publishing company kept
sending me on speaking tours to promote my new book. Master's law firm sent
him down several times to help out on a case in their Chicago office. He
had two, weeklong conferences in New York and Los Angeles. Lance, his son
from his brief heterosexual marriage, came with his fianc?e to our house
for a week in July. Doug remarried in San Diego. Master and I drove his dad
and the two dogs there since my father-in-law doesn't like to fly anymore.

	Shortly before the San Diego trip, Master traded in my slave van,
which he hated from the moment we drove it off the lot. He bought me a
Honda CRV, which is what I drove for many years prior to our move to
Montana, and we drove it to California. The drive back and forth, and the
wedding activities took ten days in late July and early August. It was a
small wedding, since both Doug and Candice had been married before. Master
served as best man and looked so handsome in his tuxedo. I was able to go
with Master to his New York conference, but I was on another book tour
during his California conference.

	Eric, now openly gay, is separated from his wife, but they will
continue living together until their children are older. He was able to
spend a few days with Master as housekeeper and cook during my
absence. When I spoke to Master one night, he was saying that with Eric
staying at the house like this, he was able to give him better training as
his first submissive. Eric told Master of a friend of his who used to be a
submissive out East and is looking for a new dominant since he recently
moved back home to Montana. Master will be meeting with him next week and
may have his second sub.

	Here it is October, and thank goodness, we're having warmer than
usual temperatures. Master and I have been living this frantic life since
the middle of May. I was excited because today after my household chores
and raking leaves, the only thing I had left to do this weekend would be
the grocery shopping unless Master needed me to do other errands. And then
on Sunday, the only thing I would have to do is to iron Master's dress
shirts for the week ahead. I was also excited to be spending this extra
time with him doing whatever he planned for us.

	His call came through about an hour before I left the
university. "Slave, you and I have been running around like crazy since
May. I'm leaving the office at noon today. Since you have Monday off, I'll
take it off too. I want us to go to my camp this afternoon and leave Monday
morning. This will probably be our last trip there until spring since the
cold weather will be coming soon. I want to lie out in the sun as long as I
can this weekend. You'll be able to lie on the ground on the side of my
chair as a reward for being extra submissive lately. Fishing is also on the
list of things to do and enjoy."

	"Master, thank you; that sounds like fun."

	"Do the usual packing and shopping as needed. Of course, you may
write a check at the grocery store for these things. Don't forget my
sunscreen this time. Do whatever is needed in the maintenance for your
slave SUV, and have all the receipts ready to give me when you return
home. It shouldn't take you long to do the packing."

	"Yes Master; I'll do everything as quickly as I can."

 	"I hope we can leave by mid afternoon. Let's have some
fun. Hopefully the old biddy from the next camp won't be there. If she is,
will my Slave be quiet this time?"

	"Yes, Master; I learned my lesson."

	We arrived at the camp at 4:10, having stopped on the road for a
quick lunch. Master unlocked the cabin. I began unpacking the SUV. Making
my second trip inside, I saw that Master had undressed himself, was in his
swimsuit and flip-flops, lying in the lounge chair on the deck. Being a
former swimsuit model, he still looks so sexy in his underwear and
swimsuit. I was wishing my face were between his legs. I stared at him for
a minute or so without him noticing me. When Master is at his camp, he is
usually so relaxed that he fucks me even harder and longer than usual. I
was thinking of rubbing sunscreen on his beautiful body in the afternoon
when the sun would be out, and my dick was suddenly standing at attention.

Before Master would question me for taking too long, I then went back to
the unpacking of the food and clothes we brought with us. While putting
food in the cabinets and freezer, I kept thinking of my Master's toned and
athletic body, and his movie star good looks. I've always enjoyed being
able to worship his body, and at that moment I then took an even deeper
pride in being his slave. It took about fifteen minutes to unpack
everything and feed the dogs. I then went outside with Master.

	"This is so nice, Slave. Get in your swimsuit and you can join
me. Grab a beach towel and lay it on the ground on my right side."

	When Master sunbathes in his private patio at his house or at his
camp, he likes to wear a bikini swimsuit to get the maximum sun
exposure. He has me wearing a mid cut suit. I quickly changed, laid the
towel out, and started to lie down next to Master when he grabbed my arms
and pulled my face next to his. He kissed me on the forehead and started
talking to me.

	"Slave, get ready; I plan to fuck you good and hard later. Plan on
spending time on the bondage table. It's been over six months since your
sorry slave ass has been on it. Don't ask for mercy in your muffled voice
when I gag you, because I will give you no mercy. I'm so fucking horny to
have my fun torturing you, and believe me I plan on having fun."

	Master then got up and walked down towards the water to look at a
boat that had passed by. He was in his bare feet, which is unusual for
Master to do; usually he'll put on his sandals to do this. He then walked
back and went inside but told me to stay where I was. A few minutes later,
he came back outside and sat in his lounge chair again.

	About a half hour later, he said we would go inside his camp. After
shutting the sliding glass door, I saw Master was sitting on a bar stool at
the tiny bar he set up there. I walked to him and lowered my head. He got
up and closed the curtains to the sliding glass doors leading to the
deck. He then sat on the bar stools and fastened my collar in place and
attached the leash. The first word he told me since coming inside was,
"Kneel."

	He rubbed the bottoms of his flip-flops across my face, and then
tossed them off his feet, where they landed in the middle of the
room. Raising his right foot to my mouth he said, "The soles of my feet
have grass stains on them; lick them clean with your slave tongue."

	Starting at his heels, my tongue licked all the way up to the
bottoms of his toes. I then moved it over a little to the left of his foot
and licked from bottom to top. With each lapping, I moved a little bit more
to the left to eventually clean his entire soles. As my tongue would go
higher up his soles, he would wiggle his toes in my face. After a few
minutes, he removed his foot from my willing mouth to inspect my work.

	He slapped me behind my head with his foot and said, "Take pride
here; these are the feet of your Master." He then pulled on the leash to
get me closer to the ground and said. "Keep licking, and clean my feet
better than this sorry ass job you just did. Use your slave tongue for
something useful. His left foot was now covering my mouth and nose.

	My tongue kept lapping and lapping the sole on his left
foot. Wanting to please Master. I went over each section two or three times
before moving on to a new section. A few minutes later, he inspected my
work and said, "Much better, Slave. Now use that slave tongue of yours and
clean between my toes. Swallow my toe jam and any other gunk that may be
between them." He didn't have to tell me twice. My tongue was gladly
licking between those beautiful and delicious toes. He then rammed both of
his big toes in my mouth and said, "Here's a slave's reward; sucking the
toes of a dominant man."

	After about five minutes of enjoying Master's beautiful toes in my
mouth, he then yanked the chain and pulled my face away from his feet. He
then repositioned the chain in his hands and told me to crawl to his
bedroom. About a minute later, we arrived on the left hand side of his
bed. He had laid out four towels across the bed, which is his requirement
when he allows me on his bed so he can fuck me easier. He again yanked on
the leash and told me to stand. He grabbed my cheeks very firmly and looked
me in the eye. "The fun begins now."

	He pushed me on the bed. Grabbing my wrists, the handcuffs were
immediately snapped in place and secured tightly to the bedposts. He then
took off his swimsuit and turned it inside out. "Sniff where your Master's
dick was. Lick the sweat in there; lick it really good with your slave
tongue. He then took it away and told me, "Sniff where your Master's ass
was. Lick the area really good. Think of your Master's body inside it."

	My tongue was licking away and smelling my Master's body
scents. While I was inhaling and licking his swimsuit, his crotch was
rubbing against the side of my face. I wished my tongue could have reached
his crotch to lick any body sweat in his crotch hair.

	He then got in his bed and straddled over me. His thighs were
towering over me. I looked up and saw his superior balls hanging over my
mouth. I wished my tongue could have been sucking on those balls. He then
lifted himself up for a second and then descended on my mouth.

	"Here, lick my ass." He then moved his beautiful and muscular buns
up and down my face while going deeper down my throat. After a minute or
two of this, he then raised his buns up again, and this time on the
descent, his dick was now in my mouth. My mouth was open as Master began
pumping my mouth. "Get it good and hard now, so it feels really good going
up your ass."

	Master quickly pulled his dick out of my mouth, and about two
seconds later; he rammed it with all his strength in my ass. My hands and
handcuffs went up a few inches up the headboard post with his first thrust
inside me. Master was giving me a good and hard fucking, just like he told
me he would do.

	The longer he pumped my ass, the deeper he went inside of me, and
the rougher he got. He then started pulling and squeezing my pecs. Because
of his great strength, when he pulls on my pecs, it is more painful than
when he puts on the nipple clamps. Between the pains from having my pecs
squeezed and my butt fucked good and hard, Master was showing me no mercy,
just as he had told me earlier.

	Still pumping my ass with his superior dick, Master then started
pinching my stomach and chest. Oh, this hurt so much, but I didn't scream
because I was scared I would get punished after he was finished fucking
me. Right when I thought he was near cumming, he grabbed my legs and
wrapped them around his stomach. With my ass now elevated, Master was able
to go even deeper, and my ass felt every inch of him. He was now pinching
and pulling my crotch with all his strength.

	He then grabbed my dick and started stroking it. "Don't you even
think about cumming"? Master was pumping me so hard and going so deep and
was now stroking my dick faster and faster. I kept letting out moan after
moan of ecstasy.

	Luckily for me, Master stopped jacking me off; I was so close to
cumming. Master finally let out a scream as his cum felt so warm flowing
inside me. He then pulled out of me and lay on top of me. He looked me
directly in the eye and said, "That will do for now."

	"Thank you, Master; that was fantastic."

He smiled and patted my face. He then went into the bathroom and
showered. A few minutes later, he came into the room and released
me. Looking at him standing before me with a towel wrapped around his
waist, my heart was racing because I was with the man I love, the man whose
last name is now mine, the man I am so proud to serve. I quickly got out of
the bed and assumed my submit position before Master could say anything.

He then said, "This is nice to see; I know how much you like being in
submit to please me. For now, go and shower. Meet me in the living room
when you're finished."

When I went into the living room, Master was sitting on the sofa in a pair
of lounge pants, shirtless, and in his bare feet. He was talking on his
cell phone. I kneeled in front of him and lowered my head.

"No, you can call me Brian for now. If we come to an agreement, you will
then address me as Sir. Being a trained sub, you should be aware of
this. Of course you know the shaved areas I require; I'm sure my sub, Eric,
has told you this. He stopped talking for a few seconds. Master then let
out a laugh and said, "I also hope you'll be calling me Sir very soon. It
sounds like you'll be very easy to train."

	I was listening to Master talking on the phone and hearing how
happy he was about the possibility of getting a new sub, and my heart was
suddenly filled with more love for him to be happy. I then found myself
moving from kneeling to wanting to submit to him. I took it upon myself to
do this in the hopes that this would please him, and I so badly wanted to
please him.

	"Well, if you like to do housework for your dominant, I may assign
you certain duties to help my slave out. Between his teaching, writing, and
book tours, along with his slave duties, he is pretty busy. I may divide
some of these chores, should you become my sub." Master spoke for a few
more minutes, and they agreed to meet for lunch on Tuesday. He ended the
phone conversation and sat on the sofa for a few minutes before he said
anything. He then told me to get up from submit, kneel, and hold my head
up.

	When I looked up at him, I could see his the bulge in his
pants. The thought of getting another sub had gotten him horny. "I liked
the idea of you submitting to me, but is there a reason for it, or did you
simply want to show your obedience to me?"

	"Do I have to tell you, Master?"

	"Well, you can deny a demand from your Master and spend a few weeks
in the kennel and in Corner Time every evening, or you can tell me. The
choice is yours."

	"Master, when I was unpacking the SUV earlier, I saw you lying in
the lounge chair in your beautiful swimsuit. You looked so handsome and so
sexy, and I found myself falling even more in love with you, if that's
humanly possible. You have always made me so happy, and I want to so badly
to make you happy as well. Submitting to you brings me such joy because I
know you like to see me in the position. I love you Master, and I want to
please you.  He stood up and was towering over me in my kneeling
position. We both stayed in our positions for a few minutes. He then told
me to stand up.

	"Slave, I am flattered that you fell even more in love with me
because I do this to you all the time. You and I are and have always been
so connected with each other; that is why our marriage has lasted as long
as it has, and God willing, will last us the rest of our lives. Our
dynamics shifted six years ago, but our love for each other hasn't. You are
still and will always be Richard Elliott Carter, my husband. However, I
also love you for agreeing to be my slave, and as I've told you many times
before, this is a lifetime position. So, yes, I understand where you are
coming from because I still find myself quite often falling more and more
in love with you."

	He then held me closely, and my head was now buried in his
chest. His cologne smelled so good, and I was hoping we could stay in that
position until we left on Monday morning. He was running his fingers
through my hair, and I could feel his love for me in his hands.

	"This feels good, doesn't it, Slave?"

	"Yes it does, Master. I wish we could stay like this forever."

	He moved his hand from my hair to my ass. He was massaging my buns
and then suddenly squeezed them. "I've loved this ass for two decades
now. You've always been able to feel my dick inside you and adapt to
wherever my dick went inside for a deeper and better fucking. You really
are my best bottom. My other bottoms could learn from you."

	"Thank you, Master; that means so much to me coming from you,
especially today, and especially at this moment."

	"Yes, Master does love you. I plan on us having a relaxing three-
day weekend together. Frying fresh fish we can hopefully catch, lying out
in the sun, and just plain relaxing is a treat after the hectic pace you
and I have been living through. But as nice as this cuddle time is, keep in
mind, I plan to fuck you again later tonight, and I can't wait to have you
bound and gagged on the bondage table."

He kissed me on my cheeks and ended cuddle time about a minute later. He
placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed me away from him. I was told to
submit, and I did.  Raising my hand, he gave me permission to speak. I
asked Master if I could kiss his feet as a sign of my obedience and
submission to him. He granted me permission to do so. I took great pride in
doing this for the best husband and the greatest Master a slave could have.

	About an hour later, both Master and I were hungry, so I cooked
some turkey burgers and made a green salad. He sat on the barstool to eat,
and I was dressed in my black underwear and bow tie standing behind
him. When he finished eating, I ate standing up in the kitchen area of the
cabin. While washing the dishes, Master told me to bring him a glass of
wine when I finished cleaning up. I washed the dishes and wiped the counter
of the bar clean. I then went into the living room and kneeled in front of
Master. For forgetting to bring him his glass of wine, I received a very
severe spanking and spent the rest of the evening in Corner Time.

	The next morning, I fixed us breakfast, and Master and I enjoyed
drinking coffee on the deck. It was a beautiful Saturday morning in Big Sky
country, and we were two men in love, enjoying each other's
company. Suddenly I looked to the left of the cabin, and I said, "Hell."

	Master asked me what was wrong since he had not given me free talk
time because he wanted to savor the peace and quiet of the lake. I pointed,
and he said, "Oh, shit." The homophobe biddy and her husband were just
arriving at their cabin. Master reminded me that I was not to talk to her
or I would spend a month in the kennel and Corner Time at night. She left
us alone, but from the angle where Master had me sitting on the deck, I
could see her. She kept looking our way, but at least she stayed away. I
planned on listening to Master, but if she insults my kind, generous, and
loving, Master, I know I'll be sleeping for a month in the dog kennel.

	She then started walking towards us. Master again warned me to keep
quiet, reminding in his stern and disciplinarian voice. She spoke primarily
to Master but kept giving me mean, hateful looks. When she informed us that
they were having guests later in the afternoon and to please leave them
alone, Master got up from the deck and spoke in his confident and stern
voice.

	"Mam, my husband and I are here at our camp minding our own
business. You are the one who keeps harassing us; we have no intention of
bothering you today or any day in the future, but again, let me say, you
keep harassing us. Should this continue, allow me to finally introduce
myself to you. I'm Brian Carter from the law firm of Winston, Dunlop,
Elliott, and Carter. We do handle harassment cases." She huffed off.

 "You did well; Slave. I know you were pissed off because when you're angry
the redness in your face comes through every time. Master is proud of you
for not overreacting like you did last time. He will reward you for this."

"Thank you, Master; I kept thinking she was not worth spending a month in
the kennel for. It was hard to bit my tongue, though, because I hate the
way she speaks to you."

"You did well, and, I will reward you by allowing you to cum twice this
weekend."

"Thank you, Master; thank you."

"Master is very proud of you. Now get on your knees and crawl to the
bondage table. Let the old bitch see you crawl; give her more to be shocked
about.. When I'm through with you if you can still cum, then I hope you
have a gallon of your cum to shoot."

I laid on the table and waited for Master to enter the room. A few minutes
later, he walked in the room still in his swimsuit and flip-flops. He
didn't speak. He reached under the table and removed the straps, which are
normally attached to Velcro strips when not in use. My arms were the first
to be bound securely in place. Five more straps covered my body from my
chest down to my calves. A mouth gag was then locked and secure in
place. Moving to the table with his toys, he grabbed my balls and squeezed
them.

He then placed two suction cups from a snakebite kit on my pecs; he hadn't
used those in a while. The ball stretcher was then attached. He looped the
stretcher to a string to hold my balls up in the air, making it easier for
him to paddle. Clothespins were then put on the rest of my body. Master
then grabbed his flogger.

Gripping it securely, he then started hitting the tops and bottoms of my
feet. Being able to lift my head up, I could see the tops of my feet were
now a deep red. "That'll do for Round I."

He then started yanking on the clothespins throughout my body. He'd pull up
and down for a while and then switch and pull in a left-right position. A
few times, he removed a clothespin, pinched the area with his fingers, and
then would replace the clothespin to continue pulling with all his
strength.

He used his hands to hit the top and shaft of my dick. Using a ruler and
Mr. Ping Pong Paddle, he started hitting my balls. He started off so
softly, but the hits quickly built up to becoming harder and harder and
more painful. Master, had said earlier, I could ask for mercy through my
mouth gag, but he would give me no mercy, and he was a man of his
words. The hits kept getting harder and harder. I was moving my bound body
as best I could to try to avoid the hits, but Master got mad at this, and
the hits got even harder.

My balls were hurting, and I was almost in tears. Again my muffled voice
begged for mercy. Master didn't even recognize my muffled talk. He stopped
CBT and continued pulling on the clothespins, He was now removing some of
the clothespins and pinching me even harder. As he replaced the
clothespins, he would push them down on my body bringing even more pain.

Removing the suction cups from my pecs hurt so much. He squeezed in to
remove them, but as he was pulling them off, he used them to squeeze my
sore pecs. I let out a loud scream; although, it was in my muffled
voice. My pecs were hurting as Master was now pulling and squeezing on
them. He stopped pulling my pecs and was once again hitting the tops of my
feet.

He then removed the mouth gag and started unbuckling the straps beginning
with the one near my ankles and moving up my body. Soon I was unbound, and
Master said the first words to me since we were on the deck. He told me,
"In the corner."

With my aching feet, I slid off the bondage table and took the five
incredibly painful steps to the corner. Master was behind me and was now
holding the paddle with holes in it. I took my hands, grasped them tightly,
and held them behind my head.

With my peripheral vision, I could see Master bring the paddle from his
waist and lift it above his head. I saw it quickly come down on the right
cheek of my ass. Its force was so fierce; I jumped up an inch or
two. Master then continued paddling me. As Master usually does when he
spanks me, the paddling started off softly and got harder with each whack.

He soon took off his flip-flop and held it up to my nose for me to smell
the insides. His foot sweats smelled so good, but I knew his feet and toes
would not be worshiped anytime soon. The paddling then resumed with
Master's flip-flops. He put his right flip-flop back on his foot and
continued the spanking with his hands for a few minutes. He then finished
my spanking with the paddle. My entire body was aching.

Master then turned me around to face him and told me to kneel. Bending down
to him, the pain from my balls and feet now intensified so much, I could
have easily have fallen to the ground and cried. Master was stroking his
dick. It was so hard and standing fully erect. He walked up to me. I opened
my mouth, and he started pumping his dick down my throat. With one thrust
of his dick, he went so hard and so deep down my throat, I started
gagging. Master then slapped my face for not taking his dick as it was
given to me.

A few minutes later, his warm, salty, delicious, superior seed was going
down my throat. It always tastes so good. Master then held the head of his
dick so I could lick it clean of the last few drops of his superior
seed. He then leaned forward and his dick and buns were now resting on my
head. He stayed there until his heavy breathing resumed to normal.

He then pulled away from me and said, "You have my permission to cum if you
wish." In excruciating pain from my chest to my feet, I then looked up at
Master and asked if I could do it later.

"I hope nothing is wrong with you, Slave; I thought you'd be so horny right
now, you'd shoot your load in a few seconds. I'm going back on the deck to
sunbathe a little while longer. Regain your composure, put on your
swimsuit, and meet me on there in five minutes or less; I'm emphasizing
less time here. You'll need to rub rub sunscreen on me so I don't burn. And
slave, plan on going fishing again a little later."