During the Easter long weekend Master and i went camping on Kangaroo Island. I love that He is happy to take me places and be seen with me. To introduce me to friends and family and to continue to be familiar with me when we are in public. Not all slaves are afforded such a luxury. Whether this is because their Masters are embarrassed to be seen with them and the connotations that are associated with it. Or because They see Their slaves as more of an object and it would never occur to Them to take their property anywhere. The latter is more acceptable to me as it is an extension of submission. However i cant stand Dominants who are embarrassed either of Their slave or of the lifestyle they live.
my Master however neither sees me as an object nor is embarrassed by me. He is equally as open about the lifestyle we live as i am. This only serves to make me love and adore Him more and i have no doubt that i am loved in return. Anyway i digress..
Master and i left Friday afternoon in what, in my opinion, is the best vehicle in the world. An old Toyota land cruiser. It felt like we were embarking on an intrepid lion hunting safari. So in true David Attenbourgh style we boarded the ferry and made our way to the island. Barring a family sitting in front of us who possessed a shared IQ and no INSIDE VOICES the trip was fairly good.
The scenery there was just perfect and even though i was tired i could appreciate the difference on the island from the mainland. We set up camp and lit a fire and had a relaxing night with sausages eaten next to the campfire. Master and i rolled out the swag in the back of the landcruiser and zipped up the canvas to sleep in toasty warmness. Somehow i managed to steal the blankets even in a swag. I maintain its an art form that i cant let go out of practice. During the night we put some yabbie nets in the dam too see how many were still in there and were happy to see that there was a good supply of yabbies living there.
The next day dawned with a light breeze which we lamented as we ate our breakfast of bacon and egg sammiches. Because even a light breeze made the sea too rough to put the boat in and go fishing. We drove to Masters friends house were i was introduced and we spent a few hours there with Master catching up. We decided to go to the beach and try our luck fishing from the sand.
Master caught a mullet but there was no more fish to be had. There was however the remnants of other unlucky fishermen left buried in the beach.
The next day was far more fruitful and we went out on the boat. Master and his friend caught between them 2 squid, 2 leather jackets, 1 whiting and a sweep. There was various other trash fish and undersized ones. I caught 6 fish all up :) and it was fun.
After scaling and doing whatever it is Master does with a squid to make it into squid tubes we went back to the camp for a well earned early night so we could be up to catch the ferry back home the next day.
Ill throw in some more photos i took, but i had so much fun. Not only did i get to spend time with Master i got to go camping and fishing too. were planning on going back for the ANZAC weekend. No slave could ask for a better Master.
The view from the front of the landcruiser driving to our camp site.
The awesome dash of the landcruiser
The sad view from the window of the ferry as we left.
Hope everyone else had an equally good Easter
respectfully,
girl
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