If you've been along on a 4WD BDSM Getaway! Weekend, you're invited to put keyboard to paper and write a few comments about your experiences. What did you think about your time away?


Date Destination
APRIL 25-27, 2003 "The Mountain"
NOVEMBER 22-23, 2003 Deua National Park
NOVEMBER 6-7, 2004 Stockton Beach
FEBRUARY 5-6, 2005 "The Mountain"
FEBRUARY 25-26, 2006 "The Mountain"


When: APRIL 25-27, 2003
Where: "The Mountain"
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1 barry Toyota RJ70 Bundera

The latest BDSM 4WD expedition was an absolute blast and one of the best weekends I’ve had for a long time. I should point out that I’ve done a lot of 4 wheel driving and camping in the past, and bad weather doesn’t bother me. Other people may not enjoy this sort of thing (cold, rain, mud, wilderness, etc) as much as I did. There are no espresso machines up there! Having read the report of the epic initial journey to this property, I made sure I was prepared for anything. I packed enough tools, equipment, spare parts and camping gear to be totally self sufficient with enough food for a week! Instead, we drove up in hot, sunny weather. The track (a different track to that used by the previous expedition) was dry with good traction and our hosts invited us to make use of the spare bedrooms in the house. “Roughing it” was re-defined to mean ‘getting out of your armchair by the log fire to make your own cup of tea’.

On arrival, one of the vehicles was a little slow emerging from the bush at the top of the mountain. When it finally appeared we could see why. The driver had re-arranged the seating allocation so that he could claim to have arrived with a “trailer-load of naked subbies”.
The place we stayed at was magical, perched on top of a mountain it has a forest of gum trees, some open paddocks, lots of wildlife and spectacular views over the surrounding country.

The weather was a little wintry, brisk & refreshing with regular misty periods and the occasional shower of rain. Some of us chose to go out into this and keep ourselves warm by chopping vast quantities of firewood (is it really a good idea for a sub to teach a Domme how to use a chainsaw?) Others preferred to stay inside by the fire, comparing the contents of their toy bags and giving each other pedicures and facials.

In the afternoon we made some minor modifications in the barn and set up a fire in a drum to heat it for Saturday night’s play party. This made a cosy space with atmospheric lighting and a variety of places to restrain the subs. Perhaps we should have tied a cord between some of those eye-bolts afterwards and hung some laundry out, to camouflage them from vanilla visitors.

Late on Sunday afternoon the rain set in, just as we were cleaning up and packing to leave. We started down the track in the fading twilight. The nice soil had now become thick mud that clung to shoes and tyres and provided no traction at all. Gravity took over control of the vehicle from the driver on some steep parts of the track and a reasonable distance was covered while travelling sideways. Prayer, profanity and telekinesis seemed to be as effective as the steering wheel in controlling the direction in which we travelled.

After taking an hour to cover 10 kilometres we reached the safety of the road and headed for home. Travelling by ourselves we had a few more minor adventures. We missed a turn on the way back to the main road and followed a little-used back road into town. The place we had intended to stop at for dinner was being dismantled as it was closing down and I missed the turn to take us to our second choice. We eventually found a place that was open (though I wouldn’t recommend it) and made it back to Sydney just after midnight.

In all it was a fantastic weekend in a very special location with great people. Highly recommended!

When: NOVEMBER 22-23, 2003
Where: Deua National Park
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1 barry Toyota RJ70 Bundera

I’ve never used much sun block on any of Dean’s 4WD trips; the Deua expedition was no exception.

The combination of bad weather and other commitments cut the number of vehicles on this trip to two, mine and Dean’s. What the others missed out on was 135 kilometres of stunning off-road driving on some of the steepest tracks I’ve ever attempted. If they hadn’t been so well maintained, they would have been impassable. Fortunately, it appeared that the NPWS had tidied up all the fire trails with a bulldozer in preparation for the fire season. Even in the constant rain there were only a few small areas on the steepest hills where we lost traction and things got a little sideways.

With the depleted expedition and the inclement weather, the plan was changed so that we drove right through the Deua National Park on Saturday and carried on to Canberra for the night. My tent is another item that never gets used on Dean's expeditions, though the chainsaw does. One large tree that had fallen across the track kept us busy with two saws for about 20 minutes. When we stopped for lunch shortly afterwards, a fleet of motorbikes and 4WDs came past, making use of the track we had re-opened. Lunchtime was also a chance to perform some track-side maintenance on my vehicle. Where would we be without cable ties?

Anyone who passed over the chance to join this expedition missed a spectacular and challenging journey through some superb trails. I’m told the scenery from the ridge-tops is equally spectacular, but I’ll have to go back there without Dean to be able to enjoy it.

My response:
What do you mean, go back there without me to enjoy it?!? BAH!

When: NOVEMBER 6-7, 2004
Where: Stockton Beach
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1 midnightsunau Toyota FJ62 Land Cruiser

God where to start.

What an amazing weekend. Went on the 4WD w/e away and had a ball. Thank you guys so much for the great time and for sharing everything. It was just beautiful where we were.

Stockton Beach:

Hundreds of mountainous sand dunes surging out of the beach like camel humps, crawling with ghost-grey coloured sticks and shrubs. Miles and miles of yellowed sand, sliding underneath the oceans countenance like a sleeping child. A landscape: so alien in appearance like some lost planet of undiscovered territory stretching around us causing disorientation and yet a sense of sereneness prevails.

And despite this isolated landscape, there was movement all around. A haze of sand filled spray ran across the ground attempting to outrun the wind behind it. Blackened sticks and leaves scampered along in tow, being twisted and tumbled by the winds breath, resting for just a few seconds before taking flight again. And when you look where they lay, no imprint was found. It was as though movement made them invisible and weightless.

The crashing of waves permeating the atmosphere like a radio playing in the background, it's songs of angst, and harmony, love and fear, emotions all expressed in each crash and roll of the waves. So easy to get lost looking into the depth of blue before you, centring you, calming you, bringing forth a sense of simplicity in our otherwise complicated lives and reality.

I took a breath on Stockton Beach on Saturday morning and felt I was breathing anew. It was exactly what I needed.

The Company:

How wonderful was it to spend such quality time with people of like mind and attitudes. It's so nice to meet people for whom relationships are more important than the labels the lifestyle imposes; people who are confident, intelligent and comfortable in taking what they want from the lifestyle and moulding it into their relationships. Holding hands and stealing kisses, cuddles and long walks on the beach. Laughing over the campfire, in the cars, communal cooking and cleaning, just doing what had to be done, talking and getting to know each other better in an environment of beauty.

The fun:

Driving to the top of the largest sand dunes and purveying the landscape stretched out before us for 38 miles, the magic of it taking your breath away. Then throwing yourself down the sand dunes in a moment of childish enthusiasm, the rush of wind and speed accelerating as you descent bring forth giggles and laughter as if we were kids again. It was exhilarating, joyous and made me feel alive again.

And laughing, all weekend. It never ended and I don't know how most of it began but it was there, laughter was the 8th companion of ours on the w/e and its presence was felt strongly.

The wind storm, crashing the tent down causing everyone to laugh but me who slept through it all (lol), waking the next morning to see our tent still standing albeit tentatively.

It felt as if the wind had picked us up and moved us to another camp. The storm had changed the environment so much, gone were the tracks we walked in, the familiar small knolls of sand, the slopes and curves of the dunes had changed, the wind had re-painted the landscape bringing back once again the disorientation felt when we first arrived.

I had the best w/e and I thank you guys for making it so much fun. It was just what the Doctor ordered after my weeks of uni stress.

Bring on the Mountain I say.

When: FEBRUARY 5-6, 2005
Where: "The Mountain"
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1 jane

Toyota HJ60 Land Cruiser

2 Fleur Mitsubishi NK Pajero

Saturday, awake to only the sound of dawning birds. i persuaded the Master to go for a walk with me. He said he'd go if i wore my little black shorts undies. i put them on and in i go to the lounge to do my exercises. Now doing floor exercises is usually pretty straight forward but wearing tiny shorts is no mean feat! It felt very uncomfortable as though i was showing too much of my body - funny how when one is naked and cannot hide anything, one doesn't worry, but when one is clothed, one worries about showing one's hidden nakedness! We gathered our hosts and a young man to walk with us and set off. Beautiful, tall eucalypt forest and fern understory, dappled with sunshine and shade. About 10 minutes into it, Master began pulling off my clothing: first the shirt, then the bra with the holes for nipples, then my shorts! Our hosts took his lead and also stripped. We had a delightful, naked walk for about an hour and a half, Master at times finding a slim eucalypt branch and urging me on by switching my bottom! What more could one ask for!


Well, what to say about that weekend, or even where to start. A nice trip up to Muswellbrook, followed by a wait for the slowpokes. I find driving up the mountain on that goat track after midnight is a fun experience. This is only improved on when you come back down in the daylight and you can see just how far your truck would have fallen if you missed curve #7. The chill out atmosphere of the whole day on Saturday was great, as well as the anticipation of the evenings activities. And as a bonus, the owner had his gee-tar and equipment and entertained the lot of us with some great songs as well. Sunday was fun, with a little bush driving and photo sessions and plenty to see on the property, from mountain views to forest to wetlands to rain forest. And many had a little farm experience when called on to help change the (6 foot high) flat tyre on the tractor - but do you think ANYBODY took some pictures of that? A shame really, because it went so well. From what I can see, everyone went home tired but happy.

When: FEBRUARY 25-26, 2006
Where: "The Mountain"
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1 Tash Mitsubishi NK Pajero

Said in deep voice over guy voice:

“It was a warm end of summer weekend. City folk heading out bush to get away from it all. Some had been here before, others were new to it all. Unfamiliar people, areas and vehicles. What were they heading into?”

*sound effect of ominous piano music*

Suddenly a voice crackles over the radio “Are we there yet?”
The reply comes back “Five minutes”
But is it really only 5 more minutes?

Driving through the small towns, the mood is high, but as the vehicles turn onto a dirt road and civilisation disappears behind them, the passengers start to get nervous.

And then it appears before them.


Cue the voice over guy….

15 people scattered over various vehicles make their way up to a small cottage perched high on top of a mountain. Some make it up there in the warm reassuring sunlight. Others, not so lucky, make the trek in the fading light, creeping ever upwards. As each group arrives, they meet the others. Soon everyone makes their way to bedrooms or tents for a well needed rest.

In the brilliant morning light, friendships are rekindled and new bonds are forged. Every now and then there’s a whisper about A DINNER, but most aren’t sure of what to expect. Strange bags and cases lay in corners, odd items poking out to tempt curiosity, but no-one really talks about the night’s activities.

Gradually as the evening approaches people disappear off to shower and change. Black is the order of the night, black clothing, black candles and tablecloths. Some people are in stages of undress, wearing elaborate collars and shackles. It is at this stage, we realise…
This will be no ordinary dinner party.

Meals are served, couples gather together to plan the order of events and slowly the bags are opened and the fun begins.
One woman lays topless, face down on the floor before a roaring fire, another is awaiting her fate out on a table by the front door. Muffled sounds come from a barn and some just gather to watch.

The next morning, everyone starts to pack for the descent. The cottage is cleaned of all evidence and gear is loaded. A few bags lay open, their contents spilling out on tables and floors. A small show and tell takes place, but the appetite is not whetted.

Suddenly storm clouds roll overhead, and the vehicles need to get down now or they won’t make it. The roads are getting slippery and the convoy comes to a halt. One vehicle, having left earlier, warns of rain. Slowly each vehicle crawls down or is guided. At the bottom everyone gathers to say goodbye and plan for the next trip.

Everyone home safe, the only casualties: 2 tyres.