I am still in my pyjamas when you come upstairs. "Put these on," you tell me. You hand me an old pair of my jeans and a fairly worn-out buttoned shirt along with a plain bra and knickers. "We're going out for a walk and it might be muddy."
I dress as instructed and we set off. You have a rucksack with you, so I have a feeling you have something planned, but I have no idea what, and your demeanour seems very casual and ordinary. We walk towards a small patch of woods, where we have walked many times without ever seeing another person. In the middle of the woods, you stop.
"Have you ever fantasised about being tied up in the woods?" you ask me. I bite my lip, but smile shyly and giggle, which you take as a yes. You pull out a length of rope from the top of your rucksack. "Trust me," you whisper gently. "You can stay clothed."
You locate a suitable tree and push me gently against it, kissing my mouth and neck. Then you turn me around so I am facing the tree, not quite touching it. You take my hands and lift them above my head, holding them in place while you tie them together and then to a branch near the centre of the tree. Your arms reach around my body, fondling my breasts through my clothes as you kiss my neck.
"I wonder if I could make you even more helpless..." you murmur, as you kneel behind me, stroking down my leg. You have chosen your tree well - it has thick exposed roots sticking up on either side of me. You take out two more lengths of rope, tying one around one ankle before gently easing my legs apart and tying each ankle to a tree root. Your final touch is a soft blindfold, which you tie around my eyes, cutting out all light.
Although I am still fully clothed, I feel very vulnerable and helpless, tied tightly to a tree and unable to see anything. I am bent forward slightly, with my hands closer to the trunk of the tree than my feet. If it wasn't for my clothes, my arse and pussy would both be exposed to view and I wonder for a moment what that would be like. I smile, thinking of the possibilities and almost regret that you left me fully clothed. With my hands and ankles tied, you have no easy way to undress me and I am slightly disappointed.
Your hands leave my body and you tell me, "I'll be back in a moment." Without the benefit of sight, my hearing seems more acute. At first, all I can hear are birds twittering in the trees and a gentle breeze making the leaves rustle. I hear twigs snapping on the ground behind me and I assume that it is you returning.
I feel a body press up against mine from behind and then a gloved hand clamps tightly over my mouth. Panic begins to set in - what if this is not you? What if this is a stranger who has come across me tied helplessly to a tree in a deserted forest? I am unable to tell if the gloved hand belongs to you or not.
Another gloved hand begins roughly squeezing my breasts, very differently to your gentle fondling from a few minutes ago. The hand is briefly removed from my mouth and I open my mouth to call your name, but find a large ball gag roughly shoved into my open mouth. I begin to pull at the restraints around my wrists, but the knots hold tight and I am unable to free myself.
Both of the gloved hands come together at the back of my vest top and pull hard, ripping it in half. I try again to call out to you or to scream for help, but only a muffled groan comes from behind the gag. The next thing I feel is cold metal against my shoulder and then I sense each strap of the vest being cut so that it falls onto the ground. My bra is cut off next, and I feel my nipples harden with the cool touch of the breeze. I am terrified, growing ever more sure that this is not you standing behind me.