It is a crisp fall evening as I walk to the park bench. I can hear my high heels disturbing the leaves as I walk deeper in the park. I feel their dampness on the tops of my naked feet as I stir them up approaching the bench I was told to wait at.
The wind is singing a song on the empty leafless branches and slipping under my long fall coat touching my thighs and bottom; it is all I am wearing, as I was told to do.
As I arrive at the bench I slip my hand into my jacket pocket and pull out the silky neck tie he had left at my house one evening. I sit down and cross my legs looking around to make sure I was alone. I notice my own shapely calf and red high heel dangling over my other leg and feel a little excitement in the pit of my stomach and at my core. I hear leaves rustling nearby and it takes all my will not to look and see who was coming up behind me; footsteps steady with purpose.
As quickly as I can I use his tie to blindfold myself before he sees me and is disappointed that I have not follow his commands. The sturdy sound of the leaves under his boots is getting very close. It stops abruptly behind the bench. My heart was races, I hear it throbbing in my own head and it is deafening. The pause and the silence other than the wind is excruciating and makes it hard to breath. Something brushes my hair, I can’t tell if it is him or not but I am covered in goose bumps instantly. For a second time my hair is brushed it is definitely a hand sliding under my hair pushing it off to one side and stroking the back of my neck.
The familiar cold hard steel collar slides around my throat and I hear the distinct click of its lock. Another click as he had attaches my chain to the collar. There was long pause that feels like forever. For the briefest of moments I consider if he has left. I don’t feel the weight of my attached chain and I didn’t hear the sound of the leaves if he had left me. Suddenly a link of my chain touches the dimple at the base of neck just above my chest bone; it is cold on my skin. Now another link and another, my cold chain is very slowly being let slide down the front of my jacket and between my bare breasts. A tiny moan escapes me as the cold chain reaches as low as my belly. It puddles there held by the belt of my jacket.
His hands slide onto my shoulders firmly massaging and working their way down my arms. I can feel his hot breath on my neck and I can smell him for the first time now that he is so close. His big hands wrap around my wrists. I feel the warmth of his breath pulling away from me slowly as he raises my arms out like a T on the top of the park bench. He silently gives my wrists an extra squeeze and lets go. I know it’s my queue to make sure I keep them there and stay still. He only lets go to run his hands back up the sleeves of my coat back to my shoulders pausing long enough for a massaging touch or two until finally he is at both sides of my neck above my collar. One hand wraps firmly around my throat while the other massages my neck near the base of skull. I can smell him, I am so absorbed in the feeling of his hand on my throat that I don’t notice how close his face is to mine. Hhhuuuuu I gasp for breathe as the sharp pain of him biting my ear hard excites me, I urgently want to feel him slip off my coat and run his hands all over my naked body. My chest is heaving; I am so eager. His presence near my head withdraws again.
His hands are firmly back on my wrists. I had held them exactly where he had left them. He pulls my arms behind the back of the bench slowly toward my bottom until I feel them touch each other. He intertwines my two hands fingers together, and another of his familiar extra squeezes lets me know wordlessly I am to stay exactly as he has put me.
My shoulders ache in this position but I do everything I can to stay still and please him. My coat is pulling open and my breasts are nearly exposed. The cold air was making my already hard nipples harder. I hear the leaves again as he walks in an arch around me.
