First message
I think i got everything covered. I made sure I have everything we need for props in this duffle. Are you sure you're still into doing this? I turn, look at you, you nod emphatically, smiling happily as we hike to the camp site I rented for the weekend. You're carrying the tent and your own gear on your back. Are you sure you don't want me to carry that tent? you shake your head emphatically "no". You're such a stubborn brat. It's one of the best things about you. That's why I love that you let me take care of you after always taking care of everyone else. This game was entirely your idea. We even told the Rangers or plans in case they heard complaints about screaming in the woods. They were fine with it.
We finally get to the campsite before sundown. We get set up and settled in. After that long hike, the first thing we wanted was eat. Once fed, I excused myself to go and change into my gear for the game, and go set up the stations in the surrounding woods, just like we planned. I return and stand outside the tent, decked out, mask in my hand.
Now, just to go over the ground rules one more time, this is your game, you asked for this date, you chose all of the special toys and tools, you picked the ropes, you picked the chains, you picked the restraints, you picked the weapons, you picked all of the ways in which I'm allowed to devour or violate you in these woods, and you've planned and consented to every aspect of this game, safe word is "crimson". You ready, babe?