Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Trout Lake


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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