Tahoe: Exiled from Dick Mountain pt 4: Busy day out doors

Kristine and I eat, then bundle the girls into the snow. Whips crack in the cold air before the real bondage starts. One girl shudders hard when the leather kisses her again and again; her hips buck, wet and helpless, like the pain itself pushes her over the edge. I cinch the rope tighter, force her onto her knees, shove the ball gag between her teeth. The chill bites her nipples while the knots bite deeper. Every twist of the cords pulls a fresh moan from behind the gag. Snow swirls around us, but the only heat is what leaks down her thighs.