This was written several years ago and I found it in my archives. -KC
This was a
perfect location for a meeting.
The bench was about 15 feet off the path and facing the large lake. It was quiet enough outside this
afternoon that even while facing the lake she could hear only a few people
jogging by and she would definitely hear if someone stepped off the path to
walk toward her seat on the bench.
She took a quick glance at her watch which she had removed earlier and
placed in her coat pocket. It read
2:47.
"Good, 13
minutes to go."
She liked being
early, just to have a few minutes to relax and acclimate to the environment
before he came for her. Of course
he was usually a few minutes late, but she was sure it was because he liked to
watch her squirm with anticipation.
And he knew she liked it too.
She smiled to herself as she pulled the hardcopy of the email out of her
coat pocket and re-read the short note.
1st
Bench off the path on the south side of Trout Lake. 3 pm, Saturday.
You know what to do. -M
Yes, she did
know exactly what to do. Her small
overnight bag was in her car packed only with essentials and a simple change of
clothes. He would likely transfer
her bag to his car before he walked out to meet her. She wore comfortable clothes, jeans and a light top, and
always sturdy shoes. She wore no
jewelry save her permanent rings, no necklace, anklets, or anything on her
wrists. She had a few
personal items in her jacket pockets but carried no bag or purse. A bag was one more thing she had to
keep track of and she had learned quickly that simpler was better; especially
since she never knew where she might find herself on one of these outings.
The first such
outing was a walk around this very lake, so she wasn't surprised that he'd
chosen this bench as a meeting place for today. But that walk around the lake was late at night and she
hadn't heard another soul the whole time they were out. This afternoon was different; she was
alone and there were several people walking, or riding bikes taking advantage
of one of the first really warm days of spring. She closed her eyes and turned toward the sun, feeling the
heat on her face. Her mind went
back to that walk around the lake last fall.
It was the
middle of October and leaves had been falling steadily for a few weeks. She didn't remember how many leaves
were left on the trees, only the sweet smell of decay as the dried leaves on
the ground crunched beneath her feet.
They had just finished a wonderful meal. Even though they had only had a few dates there was an easy
flow to the conversation and she felt completely at ease with him. He suggested walking off their dinner
at a park before taking her home. Eager
for the date to continue a little longer she happily agreed.
He pulled into a
small parking lot and deliberately parked his truck equidistant from two lights
in the darkest spot of the lot.
Turning around she could see the trailhead and a path disappearing into
the trees. She turned back just in
time to see him pull his hand out of his pocket. He smiled at her and said," Hang tight, I'll get your
door."
She'd gotten
used to his sense of chivalry, and had decided she liked it. She felt spoiled and pampered when he
opened doors for her. She waited
in the dark as he circled the truck and opened the passenger side door. He offered his arm and she accepted gratefully,
hopping to the ground. She was a
petite little thing, and it was a big truck. He didn't let go of her arm; as soon as he shut the door of
the truck he enveloped her into his arms.
He breathed into her hair as he crushed her face into his chest.
"I want you
to do something for me," he whispered.
She nodded into
his chest, but said nothing. She
already knew there was a desire within her to do as he asked, to please him.
He lifted his
head slightly and this time spoke louder and more firmly, "I want to
blindfold you."
Not a question,
not an order, just a simple statement; and yet he was waiting for her
consent. She pulled her face away
from his chest so she could speak more clearly, but did not raise her eyes to
meet his.
"Yes,
please, Sir," was all she said.
"Ahhh,
that's my girl," he praised as he kissed her bent head, "close your
eyes."
With his hands
on her shoulders he rotated her around so she was facing away from him. He reached into his pocket and pulled
out a heavy black silk scarf already folded into a narrow band.
Her breath
caught in her throat as she sensed his arms over her head and she felt the silk
press over her eyes. She stood
very still as he knotted the scarf at the back of her head, only then did she
remember to exhale.
He gently turned
her around to face him. He
caressed her face, drawing his fingers over the blindfold and across her cheek,
his fingers lingering at her lips.
"You are so
beautiful," he mumbled as he bent his head to kiss her, gently at first
but quickly crushing her mouth to his, his tongue forcing it's way inside
her. He pulled away abruptly
leaving her wanting more.
As he backed
away from her he said, "My beautiful blindfolded girl……come to me."
His voice seemed
so far away now but he was probably only 4 or 5 feet from her. She took a deep breath and started
walking toward his voice. What was
there to bump into anyway, she thought, the parking lot was deserted. As she approached him he moved, turning
her in circles to disorient her.
By the time she was thoroughly confused he finally let her reach him.
"Good
girl," he said, and was rewarded with one of her bright smiles.
He wrapped his
left arm behind her waist and took her right arm in his right so he could guide
her.
"Only until
you get more comfortable without your eyes," he said, "but I'm not
going to help you like this the whole time."
He began to
guide her down the path talking casually as if she weren't blindfolded. He commented on what a beautiful clear
night it was and how the trees looked skeletal in the moonlight. She responded in kind with thoughts about
the sound of the lake to their right and the crunching leaves beneath their
feet. Before she knew it she was
walking beside and slightly behind him with no fear, only lightly grasping his
left elbow with her right hand.
Eventually he
led her back to his truck.
Realizing where she was she turned to him thinking he might remove the
blindfold now that their walk was over, but he only opened the passenger door
and said, "Let me help you up."
With him
steadying her she was able to find the running board and lifted herself into
the truck, albeit somewhat clumsily.
He made sure she was all in and shut the door. He took his time walking around the end of the truck
enjoying the fact that he had a pretty girl blindfolded waiting for him in his
truck, trusting him to watch out for her.
He paused before
opening the door gazing at her silhouette. He could tell by her posture that she had decided he was
taking to long, she was getting a little nervous and squirmy. He smiled and waited. She guessed that
he was watching her, that he must be enjoying it, and decided that she liked
the uncertainty and anticipation.
On the way back
to her house he asked her how she liked the experience, (she loved it), if she
was scared at all, (only at first), and if she thought she'd be willing to do
it again, (she would.)
He pulled into
her driveway saying," I'm going to help you inside then I'll make sure the
door is locked behind me when I leave.
I don't want you to see me again tonight; I'd rather you were left with
memories of other sensations. I
want you to listen to my truck drive away before you take off the
blindfold." He continued as he led her into the house. "I'd like you to call me tomorrow
at lunchtime and let me know how you're doing." He kissed her gently on the mouth," And take good care
of that scarf, it's my favorite."
She had since
learned that he owned 7 of the exact same scarves, each of which he called his
favorite.
She smiled at
the memory of her first blindfolded walk around the lake. She turned from the sun to check her
watch again. This time it read
2:57; only 3 minutes left to get ready.
She pulled the
medical tape out of her pocket as well as her wrap around sunglasses that were
painted black on the inside. For
play at home or in private he usually used eye patches, especially if he wanted
her sightless for more than a few hours, then he would add a black sleep mask
for darkness. They learned
together as they experimented with different materials that some had time limits,
they also found that for sessions longer than a few hours she was a lot more
comfortable if she wasn't wearing her contacts.
She removed her
glasses and slid the case into her pocket. She cut a piece of tape about as inch and a half long and
pressed it firmly over her left eye.
It was thin paper tape, breathable and designed for sensitive skin. She took a deep breath, closed her
right eye and pressed a separate piece of tape over her eyelid. She could still very slightly open her
eyelids and since the tape was white she could see a lot of light, especially
in the sun. She slipped on the
wrap around shades which completely covered the tape from the outside and which
blocked out about 90% of the light reaching her eyes. If she opened her eyes
and looked toward her nose she could sense a little light, but it was the best
she could do.
She slid the
medical tape back into her pocket and settled herself in for a little
wait. She loved the darkness, the
sense of safety and security; and when she was with him the sense of
dependency. There was peace for
her in the darkness, even when there was a little fear or apprehension when
facing the unknown, or a new situation or challenge. Quite often he chose to take her eyes from her then just let
her be. Those were the times she
was able to journey and sometimes leave her body; but knowing that he was still
there watching her and looking our for her was what make it all possible.
She couldn't
help wondering what he might have in store for her tonight. Sometimes he tied her hands behind her
back under her coat, he usually only chose to do that late at night in a
relatively deserted area, just fewer looks and less chance of
interference. That was really
intense for her at first, it was one thing to be blinded and still have her
hands to feel around but without them she was even more dependent on him,
especially because she couldn't remove her blindfold. They had also discovered together over the winter that he
could use earplugs in her then have her wear earmuffs to conceal the
earplugs. They experimented with
different combinations of earplugs, blindfolds, and having her hands tied that
changed depending on what he wanted her to feel. She loved every minute of it, even though his challenges
often scared her at first, he was always there to talk her through it,
encouraging her to try something new.
When they played
in private he also used gags and hoods to control her senses. When he took her ability to speak away
from her all of her immediate needs had to come from him. With practice she learned to block our
external sensory input and to communicate with him energetically. Some days her only connection to
anything was through him, in a way it was the ultimate temporary form of
complete dependence upon another human being. Most days she was so fiercely independent; a competent small
business owner and highly organized.
It was such a relief to her to surrender control of her senses to
another human being. It was so
much easier for her to just make adjustments and accept what she was
given. The ultimate control for
her was to be hooded; if she couldn't see, hear, or speak she didn't even feel
human. In some way it released her
mind and spirit when her body and sensory input were restricted. She could fly free, unencumbered by
physical form.
A sound yanked
her back from her reverie. There
were several people on the path behind her she had tuned out the sound, but now
she wished she hadn't. There was
definitely someone approaching from behind. Her heart started to race not knowing if it was him. Of course it's him; she tried to
convince her self. But this was
the part she loved, the uncertainty.
Surely she knew his energy by now. Surely some primitive danger sensing
defense mechanism would have engaged if it was someone she didn't know.
He walked around
the far side of the bench from where she was and sat down; he said nothing and
did not touch her. He was only
about a foot from her, but she knew better than to speak or reach out to him. She had been trained to wait for him to
initiate contact. He was watching
her intently, loving every second of her anxiety. She was really trying not to fidget, and unless one knew her
intimately she appeared completely relaxed, but that was not the case.
He waited a few
more minutes until she managed to settle herself before he opened her hand and
dropped a set of foam earplugs into her hand. She realized what was in her hand and nodded. She rolled the foam and slid them into
her ears one at a time. She loved
the sensation of her hearing slowly decreasing as the foam expanded in her
ears. Next he handed her an earmuff
that she added to cover the plugs. He laid his finger across both her lips, telling
her to keep her mouth closed. He
lifted her hand in his and she stood up, understanding him perfectly, knowing
it was now time to walk and follow him.
He led her
slowly but directly to his truck, opened the door and helped her inside. He started the car but left it in park
while he dug around in a small bag on the floor. He then quickly but simply restrained her hands with a
short piece of rope. It felt
narrow but effective; likely something she could get out of if she set her mind
to it. But her mind was already
somewhere else.
He drove for what
seemed to her to be a long time, but it was maybe only about 45 minutes until
he pulled off the highway and parked.
He exited then walked around and opened her door then untied her hands
and helped her out of the car. She
instinctively grasped his left elbow and followed him. She could tell when they left the
asphalt and they walked onto a wooden surface.
She could sense
more than hear a low grade rumbling sound that she guessed might be a river,
making the wooden surface perhaps a bridge. As they continued to walk she felt cold water drops sprinkle
her face. A waterfall, she
decided, and delighted turned to nudge her forehead against his shoulder in a
gesture of thanks. He walked with
her to the spot on the bridge that was as close to the waterfall as they could
get and moved her to stand in front of him facing the water. He lifted her hands in his, palm up, to
receive the droplets of water on every available surface of her skin. As he wrapped his arms around her, she
knew what a beautiful gift she had just been given. He held her for a few moments then released her and turned
back they way they had come.
Back in the car
he retied her hands then started the truck and drove away. She was left again in silence to ponder
her experience.
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