It was a surreal feeling. I was sitting on a blanket in the woods. Waiting. Anticipation, trepidation and energy filled my exposed body. My husband had escorted me to a clearing marked by a large, red, velvety blanket. He had left me and I had no idea where he'd gone. Maybe he was back at the house waiting to fetch me or was he hiding in the bushes, eager to get a view of the action?
I looked down at my black high heeled boots. It was dry underfoot so there was no mud on them. I had removed my coat so I checked my black stockings for ladders. All was fine. I wore no panties or bra. I took this decision knowing what a buzz I would get being totally exposed, feeling vulnerable and ready to be subservient with the stranger that was going to use me.
Five minutes passed and I swore I could hear footsteps. I thought they were coming from the heavily wooded area in front of me. I caught my breath and my body tensed with shock. He had sneaked up behind me.
I felt his hand on my throat. It took a second or two before I realised he was wearing leather gloves. He moved around infront of me and towered above me. His head was covered with a black leather mask with gaps for his eyes, mouth and nostrils. He was wearing black boots, faded jeans, a white tee shirt and a black leather jacket. He moved closer and spoke for the first time.
He was quite robotic as he spoke to me in a commanding tone. I detected a slight Eastern European accent as he in began with his instructions;
"Take off my boots" - I did as I was told
"On your knees. Take my jeans off." - I nodded and obliged.
He removed his jacket and tee shirt before squatting infront of me. Through his full head mask I stared into his cold, blue eyes and looked at his thin lips. I had an overwhelming desire to pull his leather clad head towards me. I wanted the feels of his hands on my skin while he wore the leather gloves.
"Lie down with your legs open." I did as he said without question. Quite frankly, I would do anything he said right now.