the decisions about where you are going. Being led around makes it much more
difficult. I’m sure J took me on several extra turns as well because I was
surprised when the breeze hit me. It was a warm night. I could feel the wood of
the deck on my bare feet. It was well past sundown. We do have a fence that
blocks the view from the other houses, but there’s a world of difference between
taking your top off after you’ve looked around in the daylight and being blind
and suddenly finding your naked body on a leash outside. The breeze felt good.
He led me to a place on the fence that he’d obviously scoped before because he
was able to find it so quickly. The cuffs had some way of making the links
between them longer, and he used that to put my hands around a slat in the fence,
causing me to have to bend over. He shoved my feet back and apart and then left
me there. I mean, get the picture; I’m naked, he has this mask on me so I have
no idea of what is going on. If something happens I’m chained to my fence. I’m
covered in oil so I’m sure I looked like a refugee from a jello wrestling
competition. I can’t hear his footsteps on the grass, so he may be staring at me
or he may have gone home. I couldn’t decide whether I was turned on or freaked
out. The water that hit my back wasn’t all that cold, it was just a surprise. He
had brought up our hose and proceeded to hose me down with it. Then he begins
washing me with this large sponge. It was fairly soft, but stiff enough to make
me very aware of where ever it was as it moved along. He started on my left
calf. He worked his way up my leg, spending quite a bit of time on my thighs. I
moaned. I’d been moaning and yelling quite a bit up till he put the blindfold on
me, but that was inside. Now I was in this rather compromising position and I’d
started again. “You might want to keep quiet out here,” he said quietly, his hand
neglegently resting on my bottom. “I’m not sure I could unhook you and take you
…End of the part22. To be continued..