In the last episode I mentioned that there’d been two occasions that Kate and I were daring enough to be outside. I thought that you might like to read about the second time, too.

Kate had had her desires to explore her darker side snubbed, and basically snuffed out, by her husband Lawrence; affectionally called “Lol”. Occasionally Kate called him “the joke”, because he just wanted a cosy, happy, family life. She quite rightly felt that his excitement in life, came from the tinkering with and riding of his precious scrambling bike, playing cricket, watching football and playing with the children…and being looked after by Kate. He’d done his bit and played his part…or so he convinced himself. But Kate? You know, the one other adult in this family, she somehow didn’t seem to be allowed to push the envelope, bring back a spark, take her mind to the places it fantasised over late at night, or on those Saturday afternoons when everyone was out, and she deliberately switched the washing machine on to its spin cycle…and she leaned against it, closed her eyes and she was away, down another rabbit hole. She was most definitely on her own journey, but the good thing was, she was enjoying herself.

Kate had so loved the chance to quietly meet at the re-enactment day, and being able to be sat on the hay or straw bales for showing off her sitting position, and giving her permission for control of the inserted vibrator. She knew that she didn’t have to. She knew that she could just say, “No”, or safe word, and there’d be no questions asked…but she didn’t. It does sound like that she was a bit of a pushover, but she wasn’t. Just because she was so immersed in her desire to explore her feelings and sensations, she never lost her grip on reality, never ever. She had the ultimate control. I was merely the enabler, the one who took the imaginations and the conversations, remembered them, and engineered the reality. There might come a point where she’d allow cnc, consensual non-concent, when we’d worked through many different experiences, edited, adjusted and trusted enough to just go with an idea, but always with the safe word, as the brakes.

This second outdoors scene was heading in the direction of cnc.

Sofa time had revealed a further desire to be out. Sofa time was when she had everything done in an evening and she was supposed to be studying, and Lol was either watching tv sport, or swearing at his scrambler bike in the garage, as he tinkered. Kate admitted to wanting to tinker with his plumbing, on more than one occasion.

“Sir.”

“Continue.”

“Sir, the weather’s looking good later this week, Sir. Sir, this sub has journeys around the area, Sir. Sir, it can massage its personal contact time with contractors, if it could grace and serve its Owner somewhere, if it pleased You to do so, Sir?”

“you tease. Where and when do you have freedom for such an occasion? you want to divert and be here?”

“Sir, no Sir. Sir, Your property wonders if You know of secluded places, in Your geographic knowledge of the area, If it pleases You, Sir?”

Through further discussion, we established a time and location to meet and for Kate to join me, to then see the suitability of the meandering lanes and upland roads, all the time looking for a pull off point. I already knew of one very suitable location.

It was early afternoon, warm and sunny; a double luxury. Here, when it was warm, it was often wet, especially when heading from fairly low ground and main roads, into lanes that soared through and over glacial deposits, moraines and around drumlins.

Kate left her vehicle and joined me in mine. She’d asked for physical control, if possible. I returned with the request that she wore crotch less underwear.

As we exchanged pleasantries, and checking how long she could be away from her vehicle before heading to her next call, I took her right wrist and slid a choke chain over it. This was the kind that you’d use on a dog for controlling its pull. The chain is quite short and has a metal ring on each end. You then drop the flexible chain through one of the rings, to form the choke collar. Kate smiled as she watched the simple improvisation. Because of her slender wrist, the other end of the choke chain could be similarly looped, and slipped over the gearstick. We drove for about a mile, climbing up steep, meandering, narrow lanes with drystone walls either side and then pulled into a passing place, just for a moment.

“Undo your shirt for me,” which she did without question.

“Now, unzip your trousers, and slip them down to your knees.” Kate was in business suit, for site visits.

“Close your eyes , and bow your head, there’s a gooood girl. Aaaaand, open your mouth and stick your tongue out.” As I spoke, I removed a sealed packet from the car door pocket. The cock end of the cock and balls dildo, with suction cup below, I placed on her tongue.

“Lick for me, and take hold of the device.”

As she did so, I pulled out from the passing place and continued the trundle along the twisting lane, now with mountains on either side.

“Open your eyes and use the cock. Be a dirty girl for me,” I instructed without moving my eyes off the road.

“Use your phone. Take pictures and send them to Jen. you might just get a signal from here.”

Kate had often remarked on how she’d been teased by Jen, when she’d been with her bf and returned from swinger meets. So now it was payback time.

Still no safe word.

“Now, recline the seat, lay your head back on the headrest and take shots from above your head looking down your body with the dildo sitting in you between your thighs…and send. Don’t think about it. Do it, kinky bitch!”

I was being forceful. I knew she liked the pushing. It had leaked out in previous conversations. But this, I knew, was different.

After the photos had been sent, we slowed for the stopping point, an off road, hard based track, leading up to a disused quarry. But the way was deliberately blocked by boulders, probably to stop doggers, or scrambler bikers from accessing the private location.

We drove on along the twisting, twining route, which had its little ups and downs, which had effects on the dildo that Kate was playing with.

“I want you to cum for me. Don’t let me down, there’s a dirty little fuck tart.”

Still no safe word.

Suddenly, around a bend, the immediate landscape opened into a flat, grassy platform. With relatively recent dry weather, it looked stable enough to venture on to. Tyre tracks from vehicles that had previously pulled off the road, looked fresh and not deep grooved. The mountain road was quiet. Very quiet. Nothing had come the other way, or caught up with us. Gingerly mounting the platform, and turning the car pointing back the way we’d come, I cut the engine. Windows wound down, all that could be heard were occasional curlew and a disturbed sky lark, distant sheep bleating, and the panting of a sub, whom I could now watch and devote attention to.

“Are you more attractive than the view outside? Make me want to watch you instead of the wildlife. Spread those thighs. Let me see how smooth you are. On second thoughts…”

I got out of the vehicle, walked around to the passenger door, and opened it, glancing and listening all the time to check of on coming road users, and scanning the hillsides for telltale coloured jackets or rucksacks of hikers. I leaned in, across Kate and lifted the chain from the gearstick.

“Swing round for me and dangle legs out of the door.” She did, with dildo still implanted.

“Lovely smooth pussy.” I stroked over her mound and she flinched. “Did I disturb your concentration? Of course I did. I meant to. you know how wicked I can be, to torment you.”

She visibly blushed as I grabbed hold of the dildo and began moving it.

“Well,just look at these surroundings. Oh wait. you can’t see much, an you. Lift your head, and stand on the grass, in the doorway. And…don’t let the cock fall out, there’s a gooood girl.”

She complied, nervously looking around, as I had done.

“Now that you’re out, shuffle round to the front of the car. In fact, slip your clogs off, step out of your trousers so you don’t get sheep dropping on them, and lay them on the seat, and then come round to the front.”

Nervous little giggles and exasperated gasps could be heard, as she complied and then tentatively shuffled, in little steps, to venture round to the front. Vulnerable wasn’t even in the site that I witnessed. Bravery, certainly was.

“Face the bonnet, spread your feet and spread yourself across it. And…finish off what you were doing in the car. you will cum for me, won’t you? I really don’t like being disappointed.”

Still no safe word. Still, no traffic or hikers.

Kate had her head turned sideways, her face cheek and naked breasts pushed into the bonnet, straight legs very well spread, and the dildo being massaged with her left hand.

“I do like how you’re compromised. Let’s have an image from low down.”

I stepped back and got down on my hunkers, so I was about eye level with her pussy.

“Jen is so going to love this view. Has she ever had her tongue lapping between your smooth, spread thighs? Hmmmm?” Kates sphincter started to pulsate and her thrusting got more intense.

“You could put this image, and others, on a birthday card for Lol. Give him a hint?”

She was well past her point of no return, and with the last few comments percolating through her head, she thrust deep on the dildo and squashed herself hard down on the bonnet.

“I just hope you haven’t left two nipple marks on the paintwork ,” I said, in jest.