Summer in Maine (5)

Sherry paused at her campsite.

This is mine. She turned to Mystery Man, pointing towards her tent. Thank you for walking with me. She moved to shrug off his jacket, his hand on her shoulder forestalling her.

Keep it, he said. I know where to find it now.

She watched him move away until he was lost in the darkness, gone but for the beam of his flashlight arching ahead of him. She watched until even that disappeared. The campsites around her were dark, and she knew everyone must be at Campfire already. Stepping to her tent she ducked inside, found her flashlight right where shed put it. Organization made her so happy!

She went to her little truck, and dug out a granola bar to tide her over. Too late to start a fire and dinner now, but she knew she could head up to the snack bar and buy a burger when she went up.

She snuggled the jacket around her. She was sure he was a Dom, though it had been too dark to see his tag to be certain. One thing shed learned over the years in the lifestyle, was never make judgements. He could have been a very kind and helpful subbie, too. One never knew, and looks could be deceiving.

She remembered the telling faux pax shed made in her early days, before shed been guided by her first Dom. Shed gone to a club, and saw the tiniest little woman, clad in black leather. Shed hung out by her for a while, and finally asked her where her Dom was, and how shed found him.

And was sat down and lectured about assumptions by an amused Domme. Shed gotten an earful and an eyeful that night. And to top it off, the Domme had her subboy spank her.

And then had taken over the job herself. She smiled in memory. Mistress Jane sure as hell packed a wallop!

Shutting the truck door, she opened her snack, and flicked on her light. Walking through a D/s campground sure was different! She loved to camp but some of the things shed seen already had proven to be very..interesting.

Hmmmm, i guess not everyonewent to Campfire yet she noted as she passed by a tent lit from within. She could clearly see the outlines of a person in a chair, and the kneeling form bobbing up and down in front of him.

The sight, in shadowplay, was enticing. And hotter than the last graphic porn flick shed seen, actually.

The beam of a flashlight flicked in her direction and for a moment she was illuminated, caught gaping like a randy teen. The light steadied on her lanyard tag.

Lost, greenie? The light came around, illuminating the orange tag of Staff. Her voice was amused.

Busted she thought ruefully. im just heading to Campfire, she offered, lamely.

Uh huh, came the droll response. Come with me greenie, Im headed there myself.

She and Staffwoman (why didnt they have names? she wondered) headed down the dirt road, barely wide enough for the golf carts shed seen zipping around here earlier.

Are all staff Doms? she asked at the same time SW said So, first time at a D/s event?

They laughed together, and in unison responded no, eliciting even more giggles.

Spill, said SW.

Do you folks have names?

I do, yes. She laughed, as did Sherry. So much for that helping answer any questions, she thought, amused. She was infected by giggles and silliness. The arm that came around her a moment later was friendly. She cocked her head. Itd been a long time since she played with another woman. She wondered if this was headed that way.

She got a hard squeeze.

Sure we havenames but were just known as staff when were on duty. Im Maggie and im a switch. You know what that means, right?

Yes, i do. im Sherry, she proffered her hand, which was ignored. Maggie gripped her shoulders and said three seconds to say no and planted a deep and lusty kiss on Sherrys mouth.

OH, Sherri thought, now that was surprisingly hawt!

After a minute or 5, they broke apart, smiling. Well, that was nice, said Maggie. Maybe you and i should spend some time together

i dont want to hurt feelings, but

You dont dig girls?

Oh, no, thats not it. No, there was this guy, and i dont know if hesif i? She subsided with a small sigh. Its complicated already!

Nah! Just go with the flow, and no hard feelings here. If we hook up, great. If not, it wasnt meant to be. Still, you are one smokin chicka. Cant blame a gal for trying! And heres Campfire, she pointed to the glow ahead.

The sounds of many voices talking, a guitar and a recorder playing, accompanied by the sounds of drumming came clearly to them through the night air.

The scene that unfolded was a bit less traditional.

The guitar was being strummed by a cock, held firmly in the long-nailed hands of a full, leather-clad Domme, as her boi moaned and whimpered.

The recorder player was female, and was being fucked from behind while she played.

And the skin drums were those of three round-bottomed women, being strapped with a variety of paddles.

Truly, nothing would ever surprise her again.

And then He stepped out into the firelight in front of her, holding an empty leash.