“But in the future, remember to check with your Mistress... or Master... before assuming something like this.” “Yes, Mistress,” the four answered in unison and turned to hurry back to the cabin. As they disappeared, Mistress Sam started chuckling. “I was going to order them to strip off the next time they came out here anyway,” she said, still chuckling, “but you can’t let them start assuming what you want. That’s the first step to losing control.” “It’s all about control, isn’t it?” said Master Jeremy. “Yes,” Mistress Gloria answered. “BDSM is in the mind. Your dominance comes from their submission. They give you the authority you have over them.” “And what is given freely,” Mistress Sam added, “is much stronger than any power you think you have over them.” I arrived about then with the table cloth and bench covers for the picnic table, so the Mistresses... and Master... watched quietly as I put everything indian in place. A little while later, the girls started bringing the food– hot dogs, hamburgers, and various chips– out to the table. They also brought additional beers for the Masters– I mean Mistresses and Master– and soft drinks for us. “Let’s eat,” Mistress Gloria said. “Master Jeremy, why don’t you join us at the table. The others”– meaning puddy tat, cheryl, holly, kristi, and me– “can lay a blanket down on the sand next to us.” We talked amongst ourselves as we ate. Kristi wanted to know what being a slave was like. I let the girls answer because I hadn’t been a slave that long and... well... I think being a slave is probably different for a girl than for a boy. After a while, kristi got up and stood next to the table. “Master Jeremy,” she said softly, “may I speak?” Master Jeremy looked slightly startled, but said, “Yes, slave kristi, you may speak.” “I would like to use ‘babycakes’ as my safeword,” she continued softly. “If you agree, that is.” “Yes,” he replied with a smile, “you may use babycakes as your safe word.” She nodded and returned to the blanket. He turned to the others at the table and said, “She used to have a boyfriend that called her that. She hated it, and told him so, but he kept using it. That was one of the reasons they broke up. I called her that once and she exploded. After she calmed down, I promised I would never use it again. It’s not a word she would normally use... nor forget.” “She must be asking them about being a slave,” Mistress Tracey said. “That’s good.” All conversation ended at that point as a thunderous boom echoed across the water and brilliant flashes of colored light started to appear over the harbor. We sat more or less silently watching the fireworks for the next hour or so. After things were over, the Master and Mistresses went back to the cabin and we cleaned everything Hardcore up. Baxter’s cock was just short of the knot and it was nowhere near risking getting in - as much as I wanted, to be honest - and was happily sliding up and down over my ass crack. Like a couple?” Then I heard a motor and shortly afterwards the metal bell-end touched my pussy. I needed it. IT. “Yes.” My throat was so dry. It was at moments like this that Sarah questioned why she was Hardcore even pursuing a indian biology degree. The electrified raper kept mercilessly attacking his cum-sensitive cock. My whole body tensed. Ephus sat as he waited for Eris to speak. John asked. I yell in surprise.