Hi Sweetest girl.

After considering your profile interests, I dreamed up a scenario for you. 

Your journey into outdoor degradation begins when I decide to take you on a backpacking trip in the Sierra Nevada Mountains, a difficult five-mile hike deep into a canyon along a wild river. In addition to hiking boots, you’d be wearing very short cutoff jeans with a tiny string bikini bottom underneath, along with a bikini top covered by a tight T-shirt that reveals the contours of your breasts, not just any T-shirt but one that has the word “submissive” printed across the chest. At the trail head you’d be ordered to parade around in your skimpy outfit, allowing any and all to see your status: “submissive.” 

In your scanty clothing, heavy hiking boots and large backpack, we’d set out for a sweaty uphill climb. Every person we’d pass would be intensely checking you out because of your exposed skin and your “submissive” emblem. But it gets worse for you: at the end of each mile, you’d be required to remove one article of clothing. First, a mile in, you’d strip off your T-shirt, replacing your “submissive” logo with your negligible bikini top, revealing the shape of your breasts, glistening with perspiration. Second, after another mile, off come the cutoffs, so you’re down to your bikini bottoms barely covering anything, exposing most of the roundness of your ass cheeks. Next, after three miles of hiking, you’re required to hand over your bikini top, and hike in nothing but teeny panties, practically naked, your heart racing at the thought that you’ll be seen by anyone else on the trail, your tits on display. Then, four miles in, I pull the strings on your bikini bottoms, slipping your bikini bottom from between your legs, and snapping a picture of your exposure with my phone. The last mile you’d walk completely naked, except for your hiking boots, only the clomping of your shoes separating you from being totally bare. 

Upon arrival at what I’d though would be our secluded riverside site, we notice that about two figures are approaching us from some distance away. Had they seen you and been intrigued by your kinky exposure? Had they been stalking us? Or did this happen by chance? As you look at me I notice the fear in your eyes as we both think of these questions. Should you hide in the half-erected tent? Should you quickly put something on? “Let them see you,” I order, and your eyes widen with dread, “let’s just keep putting up the tent, like everything is normal.”

A few moments later we identify the two hikers as boys, probably late teens, repeatedly sneaking looks at you and then looking away, unsure what to do or say. Then I shout out, “Hey, you boys like what you see?” They both stop in their tracks, look at each other, look back to me, look at your naked body, smile uneasily, and then say, “Uh, yeah, um, of course, she’s beautiful!” “Tell her, go on, tell her.” “Um, uh, you’re so beautiful, I mean, you’re really beautiful!” “OK then, you care to camp here with us?” “Sure, yeah sure, if that’s OK with you.” “It is, come on over here and let’s set up camp.” I begin the process of greetings and exchanging names and, as a result, we all shake hands and you, like everyone, say, “Nice to meet you.”

I say, “Boys, you look pretty excited about meeting my wife, but I bet she’d like to see just how excited you are. Do you feel like getting down to business for some sexy fun?” “God, yes, you mean it, I mean, is it OK… I mean for you and for her?” “Go ahead and ask her.” “Um, OK, is having sex with us OK, I mean right here?” Without blinking you respond, “Yes, I want to, but I’m pretty kinky. Are you OK with that?” “Sure, I mean, I think so.”

With some assurances that we just want to have a good time and that no one will be doing anything that don’t want to, I explain that you like to be tied you during sex. “Is that OK with you guys?” Their eyes are as wide as can be as they look to each other, nod, and eagerly reply, “Yeah, sure, sounds like fun!” I encourage them to get undressed while I gather some rope and tent pegs. While they are stripping down, I tie your hands together over your head and around a tree trunk, and then tie each of your feet to a tent peg so your legs are spread wide apart. The boys were now naked and staring intensely, their hands hiding their genitals.

“OK boys, come closer. First, let her see your cocks. Go on, let her see what you’ve got. Better jerk your cocks a bit to get them good and hard. That’s it, yeah, show her those big cocks. What do you think, honey, does that get your pussy wet? Let’s see boys.” I walk around behind you and say, “OK, slut, show them your pussy, come on, stick your hips out to show them you want it.” I reach around from behind you and find your labia and spread them wide, with thumb and forefingers, I pinch your folds and pull them as far apart as I can, completely revealing your cunt. “Have a close look boys, get real close… and keep jacking off, yeah jerk those cocks! Do you want to touch her? OK then, use your free hands to feel her up. Grab her tits, rub them good, pinch her nipples, lick them… now kiss her hot lips, go on, make out with her, keep jacking off, finger fuck her pussy, grab her ass, wow… look how hot she’s getting… but don’t let her cum, make sure you shoot your load on her before she cums, shoot it boys, shoot that cum on her belly, on her cunt… yes, good job! Look at all that cum!”

As the boys calm down their face show huge grins. They can hardly believe what just happened. “Did you boys enjoy yourselves? Are you all done, or do you think you could go another round? Come on, you’re young, who’s up for seconds?” They can’t decide whether to nod their heads or shake them, so eager they are to continue. “OK boys we’re all going to take turn fucking this bitch.” 

I quickly strip down and untie you and instruct you to get on your knees. "Do you want to suck cock?" "Yes, please." For another 30 minutes or so, the three of us take turns humping your face as you suck each cock in turn, each squirting cum into your mouth and all over your face.  “Do you want to say anything to these boys?” Exhausted and drained, you obediently reply “Thank you boys!”