Stood, in just bra and pants, looking through the French doors across the wild open fells of South Cumbria, Kate had decided that this was her stepping off point. She’d asked if I wanted her naked. My reply was that if that’s what she wanted. Then she should.

Her lean, slender physique sighed…and she nodded, again.

She’d just texted Jen; her safety mate.

“He’s real. So cool n calm, like u said he should be.”

Jen was fast; alert in the office at home,”U staying?”

“Come this far, u bet.”

“Text in about 30?”

“Yep.”

I reminded Kate that I couldn’t hear a nod.

The colour rose in her cheeks. She glanced down her front, reminding herself of the pretty, specially bought lingerie for today’s visit. She raised both hands up behind her back…took the hook and eye clasp in her hands and with a slight tug and click, the back strap parted. Sliding the shoulder straps down each arm, she covered her nipples with a bent arm and hand, whilst the other hand placed the bra on her tidy pile.

With her head still bent, she confessed, “I’ve never been naked in front of another man. Only Laurence has seen me without clothes on.”

“If it worries you, then I’ll look away and you can put your pretty bra back on, Kate. I’m not forcing you to do anything that you don’t feel comfortable about. I’ll turn away.”

“No! Sorry.” Her abrupt snap and immediate deflation, reflected her nervousness, which was only natural. “I want this. This is the start. I want to get used to being what I feel I am.”

“What are you, Kate?”

There was a long pause, and I’d turned away from her, to give that bit of privacy that she might suddenly feel that she needed, to release the pressure and tension. Now wasn’t the time to demand anything. For all I knew, she could be feeling that this was all a huge mistake, and she was letting herself down and the connection that she had with her partner.

“I’m me,” she replied. “Please turn back and look at me.” As I did, I saw that her arm had been lowered, and her eyes, met mine. She stared me out as she tucked both thumbs into her pants sides and began to slide then down over her backside, her thighs, and bending at the waist and slightly at the knees, she looked away again and pushing them to the floor, stepped out of them and placed them on her pile of garments on the coffee table.

“Brave girl, Kate. That took a huge amount of trust…and well done. Now look back at the view. The wild beauty.” She did as was bade. I crossed to the wide French doors and slowly opened both of them, out onto the balcony. “And now you can feel the warmth and see the wild, and the wild can see you. Concentrate. Look. Find something out there to fix your eyes on. You found something?”

“Yes. Yes, I have.”

“What is it?”

“That barn on the side of the road, snaking its way up the hillside.”

“Kate, you need a safe word. Remember we talked about it right back at the beginning?”

“Yes. It’s red.”

“Then use it whenever you want anything to stop,” I reassured her.

She was still staring at the barn.

“Come closer, Kate. Slowly walk towards the opening. Walk as far as you dare.”

“Can others see?” she queried.

“No. No one can see, even if you got out onto the balcony. The sheep up there might,” I pointed as I heard her light, naked feet on the floor, taking tentative steps towards the doorway.

She stopped, just inside the room, on the very edge of the building, the very edge of security. A brave move, by a brave woman, finding herself.

“You kept mentioning inspection, Kate, when we chatted online. It sounded important to you.”

“It’s my first desire,” her voice had vanished to a whisper, and her head she’d inclined downward.

“I want you to stand in a special way for me then, so that I can do that. Use your safe word, if you feel you can’t do something.”

“I will.”

Her nakedness slightly shimmered as the sun reflected off the river and up across her torso.

“Stand with feet shoulder width apart.”

She shuffled slightly, to slide her feet sideways.

“Look back at the barn, please.”

She did.

“Interlock your fingers behind your head, about the base of your skull.”

Her hands and arms complied. Fingers slid, as instructed. I could sense the nervousness, as she pushed herself. She was very vulnerable now.

“Push your elbows back and keep your spine straight and upright.” The desired effect of her C sized breasts being lifted, by the action, was completed.

“And to finish the pose, slightly incline your head downwards, and keep your eyes fixed on the barn.” It wasn’t too far up the fell road, so she’d manage it.

“Now, Kate, what shall I inspect? And how shall I do it?”

I guessed that she’d never realised just what being in such a compromising position, would feel like. But she was driven. The safe word hadn’t been sprung, despite being so unashamedly naked in front of a basic stranger.

Her resolve was unequivocal. “I…” she began and slightly faltered, momentarily. “I want you to freely inspect me like any other sub you’ve been with. I want it all.” Her nostrils slightly flared, as she inhaled a deep breath and held it for what seemed like a long time.

“I’m going to use my eyes, fingers, hands and this riding crop, Kate. Just look, to check it for me.” Her eyes looked away from the barn, and I stroked the soft leather, double flap across her breasts. “Soft enough?” I asked.