I watched Rachel's toned backside as she strode uphill, her shorts pulling tight with each step. It was a good view and I felt a tingle in my cock. I hitched my rucksack up; Rachel had put some extra things in it, lunch she said, and it felt heavy.
'Are you going to tell me where we're going?' I asked.
She patted the map that was tucked into her rucksack's waist belt. 'All in good time,' she said. 'But I promise you'll enjoy it.'
Rachel was like that. She knew what she was doing and she didn't need any reassurance from me. And that applied in the bedroom too. The thought of what I let her do to me sent a flush of heat through my pelvis. But she was bloody good with a map and compass as well and I trusted her to plan our hikes in the mountains. We might indulge in a little light bondage at home, but out here we were just a regular couple, saying a cheery hello to all the other walkers we passed.
Rachel stepped off the uphill path and began to follow the contours of the mountainside. I followed, onto the rough grass. It might have been a sheep track but no more. The sky was bright blue, with just a few wispy clouds. A perfect summer's day and not too hot yet. I could hear a skylark's shrill song but that was all. It was so peaceful.
The ground levelled out into a grassy plateau with a rocky stream tumbling through it. 'Let's stop here for a while,' Rachel said.
'All right, it must be time for a cuppa,' I replied.
'I have more in mind than a flask of coffee,' she said, winking. She was up to something and I felt a touch of irritation at her halting our walk on such a beautiful day. It must have shown in my face. She stepped over and stretched up to kiss me. I couldn't stay annoyed at her.
'I've brought us here because it's well off the path and no one has any reason to come here at all. Unless, like us, they want their own private bit of the great outdoors to play in. If you prefer, we can carry on walking and we'll eventually get back to the path and have a pleasant day out. Or, we can stay here and you can find out what you've been carrying in your rucksack and what I've been planning for you. I promise you will love it.'
That was always our deal when we played. I might be bigger and stronger than her but I did what I was told. In return, she looked after me. Though not without making me wait. I thought it was a good deal. I got all of the pleasure without any of the effort.
'Okay, let's stay here,' I said.
'Take your rucksack off and kneel down,' she told me. I did as I was ordered. The ground was cool and the knees of my cotton trousers felt dampened as the blades of grass were crushed beneath them.
She went behind me and I felt her pull at the bottom of my t-shirt. 'Arms up,' she said and she tugged it off over my head. I heard her rummaging in her bag. Then she drew a blindfold over my eyes and tightened it. My cock started to throb and I wondered what she had in store for me.
'Now stand up and take the rest of your clothes off,' she ordered. 'And try not to fall over.'
I did as I was told, bending to undo my laces. I didn't know where she was. The blindfold fitted well and I couldn't see a thing. I stumbled as I kicked off my boots and had to fight the urge to reach up and free my eyes. All I could hear was the stream gurgling. All I could feel was the warm sun and a gentle breeze on my bare skin.
As I stepped out of my boxers, I felt her lips on my chest. She kissed and nibbled, then gave one nipple a tweak with her teeth. I gasped.
'I've not even started yet,' she said softly, her breath on my skin. She brushed her hand across my hard cock and it bobbed in response.
She moved away and I stood there, not knowing where she was or what she was doing. A shiver ran through me. But it was not from the breeze. I felt alone and vulnerable, standing naked out here in the open. What if someone did come this way?
'Rachel?' I said quietly. I was almost ready to tear away the blindfold and call off the game.
'Shh,' she said. Her voice was right there in front me. 'I want you to lie down on your back and put your arms up above your head,' she said.
I hesitated for a moment. 'I can see you're not sure,' Rachel said. And suddenly my cock was in her mouth. I groaned. Her tongue ran gently around its head and she sucked, teasingly. Then she was gone.
I lay down, as ordered. I wanted her to be in control. Of my body, my senses, my sensations. I needed to give up my whole being to her.
The ground was cool, and hard. I felt her hands on mine. She wrapped something tight around each wrist and I felt a tug on each arm as she pulled them apart and somehow anchored them to the ground. I pulled, testing the strength of my bonds. They held.
'I think the trick is in the angle,' Rachel said. Suddenly, she pulled the blindfold away. I blinked and turned my head to the side. The bright sky was blinding. Rachel stepped over my body, one foot on each side, blocking some of the light so I could look up at her. She held two aluminium tent pegs in her hand. 'I've angled them so you can't pull them out of the ground. Not from the direction you're pulling in anyway.'
I pulled again. They didn't budge. 'Good,' she said. And she took two more lengths of webbing and wrapped them around my ankles. 'Shimmy down,' she said. I knew what she wanted. I wiggled down so my body was stretched taut. She pulled on my ankles, moving my legs until I was spread-eagled. She fixed the straps down with the pegs, pushing them into the ground with her boot.
She took a narrow rope and knelt down by my side. My chest heaved with anticipation as I realised what she was doing. She looped it round my balls and twisted it tight. I winced. She wound it round the base of my cock, trapping all that hot blood that was throbbing inside it.
'Tell me how you feel,' she ordered, standing back. I stared up into the vast blue sky and felt very small and very exposed.
'Er, very turned on but a little apprehensive,' I said.
'You can do better than that,' she said. She always made me tell her how I felt when she had tied me up. It added to the humiliation. To have to voice for her my desire to surrender, to be toyed with and teased, to have my body used and abused.
'How do you feel?' she asked.
I thought about it. 'I'm worried someone will come,' I said quietly. 'And then again, I don't care if they do because I want this so much. I'm scared at being stretched out here, helpless. But I'm glad I'm tied down, because if I wasn't I feel like I might float off into that big blue sky. I'm excited about finding out what you're going to do to me now you've got me like this. My cock is screaming, it's so hard. And there's a stone digging into my buttock.'
She knelt down beside me and trailed a finger down the centre of my torso. My body arched to meet her light touch. 'No one's going to come,' she said, reassuringly. 'Although there might be a few spy satellites up there watching you. As for what I'm going to do to you, you'll find out in good time. First I'm going to have that coffee. Oh, and you'll have to put up with the stone. That's the great outdoors for you.'
And she went. I turned my head to see her bending over her bag and pulling out a flask. She sat on a flat rock by the stream and calmly sipped coffee, gazing out over the hillside. I didn't dare to speak again, to ask her for a drink. We had a few rules, and one was that I didn't speak unless she told me to. If I did, she gagged me. I wondered if she had brought a gag.
But I didn't speak. I gazed up at the little cotton wool clouds and wondered if some MI5 computer geek was focusing in on me. On my erect pink cock standing out from the green and grey of the mountain.
My arms and legs were well stretched out so that although I could shift my weight a little, I couldn't move off the stones and lumps and bumps that were starting to dig into my shoulder blades and arse. As I wriggled in expectation of what Rachel would do, I let out a moan.