She awoke in the morning as close to Him as she could possibly be not that that was hard for her within the confines of the sleeping bag they shared. They had been camping for the night; their site in the back corner of a public campground an hour or so hike into the park. The sites were quite well secluded from each other; still to hike to theirs they had to pass close to others. Through the night, she thought she had heard the voices of various other campers in their sites, it unnerved her a little, however; she simply passed it off thinking of how voices carry in the woods through the night air.
They had played the night before within the closeness of the walls of the tent. His switch welted her slightly not needing that much area to work. She pressed her body closely to Him her back to His chest her silk the only thing between them. He had told her to dress the night before to stave off the coolness that may come with the night air. She was warm enough simply being in the bag with Him but enjoyed the thought of being so well cared for and dressed in a thin silk robe that fell to just above the knees. He lifted His feet under hers arching her body into His. The two thin welts He had left upon her buttock caressed the silk and pressed into His body, a reminder of the night before. She sighed softly and arched into Him to where no distance left between them. He wrapped her in His arms and held her tightly kissing her softly along her throat as He stirred to awake.
He bent forward kissing her earlobe, His breath soft against her skin. He whispered to her, each word being heard and felt against her skin. He told her that He had plans for her this morning. She knew with out seeing that He was smiling at her He almost always said those words with a slight smile and a glint in His eyes. He felt for her immensely and it showed in every action toward her and every word spoken to her. She drank it in enjoying the feelings He stirred in her.
He gave her another kiss that trailed off into nibbles upon her earlobe and told her He would be back shortly. He turned and unzipped the bag, slipping free of it, and put on a long black robe. He left the bag unzipped, the warm morning air flowing into the bag replacing the heat that had been left by His body. She reveled in the warmth both of the morning air and, sliding to where He had slept, from His body. He opened the tent's bug netting and then the opaque flap of the door a breeze brushing the hair from His face and running over her exposed skin. Then shutting the flap, left her to guess what He was up to.
He had brought a backpack much larger then they had needed for the time they were going to spend at the park. She did not dare ask what was inside, she knew better, and did not even look while He went about setting up the tent and the rest of the campsite for them. She was, though; quite intrigued as to the contents as the night before she had expected more playthings then simply the switch and a set of clamps. It was not that she was disappointed more that she knew there was going to be more in store for her later and that thought drove her curiosity.
He returned more suddenly than she felt was possible. He moved quickly to behind her and she felt a caress of silk run the length of her body as He moved His hand up her thigh to her hips and then to her torso. As He continued over her breasts she realized by the touch of the cloth what it was He had, and what His intents were. The blind fold caressed her cheek, she had felt the velvet lining that had so often been pressed to her eyes as He moved it upwards and guessed His intents. She was to be guided to something today but to what she did not know. For Him the blindfold was a test of trust, and of their intuitive feelings for each other. It was for Him, a chance to rein Himself in, and an exercise not to extend a boundary while she was helplessly blinded and, for her the need to trust Him to take her far enough to not disappoint her needs.
He took her to a sitting position and placed the blindfold to her eyes then scooping up her hair tied the fastenings of the blindfold around it clasping it in a pony tail in the binds then bringing it to snug over her eyes. He extended her legs before her and attached a set of cuffs to each ankle, soft padded ones with Velcro clasps that are easy to travel with and conceal. She knew He had two sets of these, and so was not surprised when the same happened to her wrists, each bound in like manner as her legs, just slightly above the first joint from the end of the limb. He did not tie the ends off to anything, instead leaving them, and her free.
The next thing she felt caused her to shudder because she also knew what it meant. He slowly began to kiss her neck and as they trailed off to around her throat, He smoothed the leather strap of a collar around it fastening it in the front, the hoop hanging at the throat moving against her windpipe. His leash followed, clicking into the hoop and left for now dangling between her breasts as her breath picked up.
She was nervous now, the leash meant travel, and the only place to go was out of the tent. She trusted His instincts to not take her where she would be ill at ease, but this was new to her and she was not entirely certain she could remain calm. He took the leash in hand as He Himself knelt before her in the confines of the tent. She, by nature, went to her knees, eyes lowered, wrists and palms presented upwards to Him her knees parted barring her sex. He grasped the leash close to the clasp and guided her carefully outside of the tent in to the morning air.
She stood in the morning sun; the breeze moving what loose strands of hair remained about her face warming her skin. Outside of the tent now, she was not sure of herself. Her clothing, the thin silk robe, was so loose and diaphanous she was not entirely sure it was still tied at the waist. She felt exposed, barred to the morning air, even if the robe were tied there would not be much that was left to the imagination. This site was more secluded then the rest, being edged by only three other sites still trails ran through all of the sites for hikers to move through the woods. The trails themselves not coming too close to the actual campsite itself but did they pass through the buffers between them.
Outside of the tent He took up the end of the leash and drew her forward, slowly and carefully, as He walked. The leaves soft under her feet and the moist soil underneath cushioning the steps of her bare feet. He led her down what felt like a path, for a short time, and then off the path, the soil giving way to thin sticks and more leaves then before. She walked carefully, listening to His voice as she walked. He told her of the sights around her and where to move or step best to avoid the obstacles around her as He led her through and around them.
She had not been to this campground before with Him, though He had come here regularly with His friends. He had the night before told her how secluded the sites were from one another and how He had come here for three or four years and had only a few times come across other campers walking the trails between the sites. The last time He was here for a weekend He had met a man who had come through the site He and His friends were sharing. The man was walking the trails doing some bird watching and had not known he had left his site, thinking his was the corner site. That night they shared some wine that He had brought and became good friends, still keeping in touch even to this day and regularly visiting each other. She knew He had a way of doing that, making quick friends, as He was quite outgoing, she admired that quality in Him, as she was normally quite shy herself.
As He led her another few minutes through the woods, He told her that He had scouted a special place for them the last time He was here. He was not one to often walk paths, choosing instead to find His own way. He told her that one-day as He went through the woods He had come into a small clearing a ways off the path. In midst of this clearing was a medium sized white birch tree split in the trunk to the ground and growing in a wide "v" from there. As He spoke, she felt the loose ends of the restraints hanging from the cuffs at her wrists brushing against her body and the ones at her ankles trailing along the ground catching slightly on the loose undergrowth. He went on to describe the tree as having trunks thick enough to support her full weight yet flexible, they would yield slightly to pressure if enough were applied.
He came to a stop, she imagined, in the clearing of the birch tree slightly more then five minutes from their site she felt, though was not entirely certain, time seemed to slow on occasions when they were together. He came closer to her, taking up the leash again at the hoop, His fingers brushing the skin of her neck. He unclasped the leash, took her left hand kissing first the back and then the palm of it, and led her forward placing it to the trunk of the tree. He allowed her to feel the smoothness of the birch bark interrupted only by small knots and cracks in the wood. As she did this, He moved His hands to the front of her body untying the knot that held her robe loosely to her and let the ties fall from her hips. He pulled the robe from her right shoulder, free of the arm, and let it fall down the length of her left arm letting it rest there by her hand at the tree next to her body. He moved behind her and gathered her hair at the back of her head pulling the pony tail tighter, cinching the blindfold more snugly against her eyes trailing kisses down her neck as He did so. Then, kissing up the side of her neck to her ear, He nibbled at the lobe and whispered for her to stay calm, that they were quite out of sight of the path.
