Reflecting on Vacation Playtime: Part III: Tent Slut Slapped

For the past several nights my Master has been away again on business. So I have been reflecting on some of our past vacations stories like my Honeymoon Facial to keep me company while I think about exactly where I wish to go on our upcoming trip in a month or so's time (as Master asked of me before he left.)

In Beach Plugged, I mentioned that the campground where we happened to stay last summer was full to capacity, a hub for extended families in mini-RV communities, summer-long residents, and church-going folks there to attend the campground's Sunday services, which wasn't our usual vacation scene... Because it rained on and off throughout that last day of our trip, and we weren't feeling particularly social toward our temporary neighbors, we decided to try to find something to do to occupy ourselves inside our tent.

It wasn't long before we discovered a way to keep ourselves busy, losing articles of clothing one by one as we fooled around inside our sleeping bag at about three in the afternoon.

Outside it was between light rain showers, and you could hear many people on the small avenue outside our tent as they scurried to the restroom, stretched their legs, and let their shrieking little ones loose after being cooped up in tiny spaces with the the adults during the inclement weather. My Master and I lay there with our limbs intertwined, his body on top of mine, separated from the hustle surrounding us by only a thin piece of tent material and several feet.

Before long, Master had penetrated me, and he began to slide in and out of my pussy while still in missionary position. I listened to the people passing by, trying to manage my moans of bliss so as not give away our naughty afternoon activity. I think that Master must have realized that I was much more silent than usual due to the campground hubbub and decided it would be a good moment to again test my submission to him. He seemed to progressively fuck me more and more forcibly until I was dancing that glorious line between intense pleasure and pain, all the while managing to stay completely silent for fear of the public activity all around our tent.

We passed some enjoyable time like this, my Master's thrusts getting even more aggressive as I increasingly struggled to keep quiet. He was holding my neck to the pillow, his left hand alternating between compressing my air-supply and allowing me sporadic shots of oxygen when I began to feel an orgasm simmering under the surface, gaining momentum with each of my Master's powerful strokes. My pussy must have begun contracting around his dick in anticipation of my wonderful reward, because I think my Master realized just how close I was.

With his left hand still putting pressure across my throat and keeping me from drawing in breath, he very deliberately slapped me across my left cheek with his right hand, still pumping my pussy over and over again. The pain and surprise were searing. Tears came to my eyes as he released his left hand on my neck a little so I could gasp in a few dozen seconds worth of air in one draw. I was slightly dizzy and barely had time to process what had happened when he once again smacked my face with even more power than the first strike. This time I couldn't help crying out a little, although meekly, and I felt my orgasm start to charge forth.

At that point, my head was swirling with pleasure, pain, and lack of oxygen, and I started cumming violently and could not stop. With this, Master began to slap me in rapid succession with both hands now, the smacks echoing out of our tent quite loudly, I'm sure. Smack! Plap! Plop! I was in such a profound state of elation that I have no idea how much noise I was making then and frankly could not have cared less. I also cannot tell you how long my seemingly boundless orgasm lasted, but it was definitely one of the more uncontrolled I have had in recent memory. Apparently Master's little slut liked to be bitch slapped during sex.

Even today, when I think about Master's hands stinging my face and the multiple red hand prints he left on my cheeks as I struggled inside my silent prison of public decency, I get very horny. The details are among some of my favorite masturbation fodder, which is why I am thrilled to be planning a new trip with my husband. Time really can't go by quickly enough for me, and I cannot wait to see what Master has in store for me next time...

xoxo, Slut