Chapter Sixteen
Heather’s Hell
Every other weekend now my Mistress Heather takes me camping. We have a strict sadomasochistic relationship, and we’re always searching for more extreme ways to get each other’s rocks off. She particularly likes this latest tactic: taking me far out into the wilderness, miles from any help, and then tying me up and torturing me for days.
This time she seems extra zealous, particularly excited by some fabulous new plan. She grins wickedly as she orders me to load up the SUV. Consequently clammy-handed, I pack up all the usual camping gear, while Mistress adds bags and bags of her own paraphernalia. Then she orders me into the passenger seat.
Once there I docilely submit while she handcuffs my wrists, shackles my ankles, binds my knees together and tightly
