He thought to himself, "It's a warm, clear day. This should be the perfect day for this." After making the arrangements, he said aloud, "Come to me, pet."
Kiki padded quietly into the room, stark naked, as he required. When she reached the appropriate spot in front of the chair where he sat, she knelt gracefully, and lowered her torso. Her forehead touched the floor, and she stretched out her arms, laying them on the floor, pointing in his direction. "I'm here, Sir. And I'm yours," she stated, almost ritually.
He smiled his characteristic smile. "Rise, pet. Let me inspect you," he commanded, softly.
Her muscles rippled as they contracted, lifting her to stand upright. She immediately put her hands behind her head, and spread her legs about shoulder width apart. Inspection demanded that she show her face, armpits, tits, belly, and cunt, as well as her shapely legs, hiding none of this from his gaze.
He studied his treasured submissive. He never tired of looking at her body, even after their twelve years together, since she was freely, totally his. Her deep black hair and light skin revealed her Filipino ancestry. Her irises were such a dark shade of brown that it was difficult to see where they ended and her pupils began. Her exquisitely firm C cup breasts looked perfect on her slim, 5' 4" body. "Did you weigh yourself this morning, pet?" he inquired.
"Yes, Sir," she replied in her very soft voice. She smiled that smile that made his heart speed a little, knowing he'd be pleased. "When I weighed myself, the scale informed me that I'm 134 pounds today," she continued. Her voice was soft and melodic, and he loved hearing it. But he especially loved hearing how she screamed in the throes of passion – such screams melted his heart. It didn't matter if he was creating the passion in her, or if some other man or woman was permitted to do it.
"Excellent," he said. "Today is such a lovely day, we're going to get some fresh air, pet. Follow me to the garage." He'd already stocked his pickup truck with everything they'd need. Lowering the tailgate, he helped her climb into the back bed. "Lie face down, pet," he ordered her. Taking a length of rope, he tied her ankles together, and her wrists together, and then secured her ankles to wrists in a nice hog-tied position. If anyone got a glimpse into the back of the truck, they'd probably see the back, side boob, ass, and legs of a naked woman, but not much of her face. Perfect.
Opening the garage door, he backed out, and started driving toward the wooded area he had in mind. Checking in his rear view mirror, he could see Kiki's black hair buffeted by the wind, but she looked quite content. He wondered if she noticed the trucks he passed – their drivers likely got an eyeful of her. One certainly blasted his horn in appreciation. And that bus he passed. That had a lot of people in it, but since buses now had WIFI, he assumed most of its passengers were staring at their glowing screens, rather than looking out at the scenery. Their loss.
Reaching the wooded park, he pulled off the main streets and into its entrance way. He'd scouted out the place he had in mind. The truck would park there easily, right next to the path used for hiking and biking. Even though the location was quite secluded, on a lovely day like this, it was guaranteed that at least a few people would happen along, sooner or later. Time for him to get busy positioning her.
He took out the lengths of scarlet rope that he had in the truck cab. The brilliant red would look fantastic against her skin, he knew. Lowering the truck's tail gate again, he climbed up and untied her from the hog-tie. "Doing OK, pet?" he asked.
"Yes, Sir. That was an invigorating ride," she answered demurely.
"Good. Now come and plant your ass on the edge of the tailgate, with your legs dangling off," he told her.
Seemingly oblivious to being naked in a public area, she complied.
"Lie back, and give me your wrists," he commanded. Once again, he admired her suppleness. She had no trouble reclining, with her back flat on the floor of the truck bed, and her thighs and legs still dangling toward the ground. As she extended each wrist, he secured it firmly with a scarlet rope and then carried the rope up to the front side hooks of the truck bed. These were placed just behind the truck's cab. When pulled taut, the ropes pulled her arms toward the front corners of the truck bed.
Pausing, he stroked her arms, neck, and torso sensuously, feeling her body instinctively respond. Next, he tied the red ropes around her dainty ankles, and secured the other end to the rear wheel axle, right next to the tire. When this portion of the restraining was complete, she was in a modified spreadeagled position, because even though her arms and legs were spread open in that fashion, there was that almost 90 degree bend from her hips to her thighs. Her feet didn't quite touch the ground now, but that was OK, because the tailgate was supporting her weight.
"Comfortable, pet?" he inquired, as he caressed her thighs and legs, and softly cupped her sex.
"Yes, Sir," she whispered, in that special voice she used as she started her descent into subspace. When she was tied up, helpless and vulnerable, and touched by him in a certain way, her mind and body were conditioned to let go and accept, easing her entry into that highly receptive submissive state.
There was one last touch he could add to the restraints. The truck was equipped with a steel bar that could be hooked across its bed, to help retain its contents. When he placed this bar, it went across her body at about the level of her navel. The metal, warmed by the summer air, snugged gently against her tummy. Raising her head slightly, she looked down at the metal bar, and smiled. She reveled in her sensation of helplessness.
Her eyes dilated slightly when he held up the ball gag, but she submissively opened her mouth to accept it, and held her head raised as he buckled it into place. Resting her head back down on the truck bed, she looked up at the blue sky, and the fluffy white clouds. Looked at them, that is, until he slipped the blindfold into place over her eyes. The darkness was complete. She couldn't see, or move much, or speak in anything other than a garbled mumble. She was left with her senses of smell, hearing, and touch. Taste was effectively blocked by the gag.
He deliberately let her hear him walking away, heading for a nearby location where he could hide and watch. Her mind processed the fact that her nudity – and availability – was on display to anyone that happened along the path next to the truck. Kiki found her situation exciting. She trusted him, and knew he'd be looking out for her welfare. He'd not let anyone harm her. Of course, he'd let people use her like this. That was what was so arousing to her. A tiny drop of pussy juice appeared at her slit, and started to evaporate. She could smell it easily. The breeze washed over her exposed cunt, teasing her. She waited. He waited. But not very long.
A young, good-looking guy was strolling along the path by himself. He was scanning the woods as he walked. He only gave a fleeting glance at the truck, but then did a double take. His jaw dropped open at seeing a naked woman bound to the truck. He cautiously walked closer. From his hiding point, her Dom watched the guy approach. The tied submissive froze motionless, hearing someone approaching.
When he reached the truck, the guy stared into it's bed, noting the gagged, blindfolded woman. He looked around, as if wondering if someone was going to leap out at him. Seeing no one, he reached out and grasped one of her tits, causing her to jerk, and mumble something unintelligible around the gag. He played with both her tits, scratching at her nipples as if fascinated by the way they engorged, and fingering and pinching them. He thought about slapping them, but feared a sharp sound might alert someone nearby.
Kiki had no idea whose hands were playing with her tits. Her imagination roamed freely, fueled by the fact the the hands felt rough enough that she guessed it was a man.
Satisfied with his tit play, the guy went down to the tailgate, and the woman's pussy. Perhaps he'd never really had a chance to examine a cunt closeup, and in broad daylight, because he knelt down for a very close look. He spread her outer labia apart, which made the woman again mumble something, and squirm. Ignoring her sounds and squirms, he pried her wet inner labia apart, and stared at her pinkness. Her vaginal opening caught his eye first, of course, with its wetness, and gentle contraction and dilation movements. He stuck an index finger from each hand into that opening, and pulled sideways, stretching her cunt open, peering into its depths. Unfortunately, it was too dark to see much inside – he wished he'd had a penlight.