Kinky camping

A few years back, my Master bought a whole slew of camping gear. We'd be super prepared for when we went camping, and it would be awesome. Master has this idea in His head about combining an outing into the wilderness with some kinky fun, but i've never been sold on the idea. And something always seems to come up to interfere with Master's grand schemes (not always me, i'd like to point out).

Yes, i've been camping before - in fact at least once every summer until i turned sixteen, it was our annual vacation, and quite fun. Believe it or not, i actually like fishing and camping. But i'm not sure about mixing camping with kink.

Now, i know that cartoon above is just silly, because Master would probably remember to bring lots of rope, along with plenty of other toys, but there's still one or two other little matters.

One, i don't like dirt (though i don't like being in cold water just as much) and two, there are bugs out there, and i don't get along with bugs. They give me the creepy crawlies. And truthfully, i'd want to go fishing, but Master would be more interested in leaving me tied to a tree (and tree bark is scratchy).

Yet, there is the camping gear, looming and waiting for the opportune moment to be packed up, along with a few choice toys (which would, most likley, fall into the same category as the bugs and dirt) by Master for a weekend getaway. And i'm sure that someday, it'll happen. Master will come back burbling and happy, and i will come back sore, tired and less clean than i'd like, but probably just as happy.