Stood just inside the French windows, Kate was now naked and readied for her own inspection. The reflected sunlight dappled by nearby trees and the river, danced across her torso. Eyes firmly fixed on the old barn sitting at the side of the twisting fell road, fingers interlocked behind her, at the base of her skull, feet shoulder width apart, she waited for the eyes, fingers, hands and the soft leather tip of the riding crop to graze across her skin. She’d given her permission to be touched as any other sub, that I’d known…and she could stop everything immediately with her single syllable safe word, “red”.

As she was just inside the windows, I kept moving between being inside, and outside, as I slowly circled her, and looking.

“Like one of your building inspections, Kate, I want you to stay perfectly still. Understand?”

“Yes, understood,” he dreamlike voice trailed from her mouth.

Standing in front of her, I told her to imagine that she could still see the barn through me, and not to focus on me being before her. I liked what I saw. Glancing down her front, from the top of her head, she presented her skill, artistry and neatness in her hairstyle, eye brows, make up, body shaving, muscle tone and painted toe nails. She was a rower and did cross training regularly. As I moved to her side, the erectness of her back, from her shoulders to her pelvis, the curvature of her spine, was sleek. She had a compact, beautifully peachy rump with thick, tapering thighs to knees and calves, and well placed feet. Her fingernails were freshly painted. She confessed to having done them in the car once she’d arrived.

Some of the visual observations were relayed to her, but I wanted her to feel the touch of different parts of her being analysed.

There’s so much that can be done just with fingers and hands. Returning to her front, I stretched out a single index finger and touched her in the middle of her forehead. She was taken aback, and flinched slightly.

“Be still, Kate.”

Rolling the finger, I trailed my nail slowly and lightly toward the side of her head, returning by rolling the finger onto the ball of the tip and running it all the way across to the other temple.

I used both hands, with outstretched fingers to stroke through her hair, along her scalp from front to the crown, and then lifted then out, so her hair fell back into its curly place. Both index fingers were then placed slightly behind her earlobes, finding the dimple that is on the upper jaw line. I knew how she’d feel with this touch. I left them there and every so lightly rotated the fingertips within the natural bowl. I glanced and saw eyes closed as the two fingers simultaneously stroked either side of her jaw, through to her chin.

“You’re not looking for the barn, Kate. Concentrate.”

She sighed, “I…I am concentrating. You’re being distracting.”

“How wicked of me.”

“Very.”

The fingers rolled over on her chin end and all fingernails trailed over either side of her throat, turning just above her breasts, to then follow each other, nails a little deeper as they came just above her collar bone.

The little surprise came when I stopped, moved the riding crop handle into the palm of my right hand. The fingers of my left hand swirled over and around her right nipple, which was already erect from being played with by the fresh air wafting through the room. It was another flinch followed by nearly a step, as I wickedly trailed the tip of the crop upside the inside of her left leg. The beauty of such a combination was the diverse locations of places to touch at the same time.

She shuddered.

“You wish me to stop, Kate?”

Her nostrils flared again as she sucked in lungs full of air, and she stared even harder across the wild fells. She shook her head, in response.

“Kate, I can’t hear your nods and shakes. Dooooo tell me what you wish for.”

“I can’t…tell you. Don’t stop.” Then she came out with a new word, “Green!” she emitted between clenched teeth.

“Green,Kate? What’s green mean?” As I let the crop flick lightly between her knees and the backs of her calves.

“Please…” she gasped, “ more.”

“Green for gooooo, then,” I lowered my voice to a whisper as I brought my face close by her ear.

He breathing was different, more rapid. Her chest rose and fell quite quickly.

The fingers of both hands made slight fists and with index and middle fingers resting on bent thumbs, I made two small vices. Slipping them either side of a nipple, I slowly closed the grip. Staring at her face, I watched the grimace as she tried to stay still. Then closed her mouth as I slightly tightened the grip and slowly rotated the fists in opposite directions. Her clench dropped open as she gulped in more air, and panted. She stamped a foot. And I slowly, gently pulled the two nipples towards me.

“Bastard!!!” Her eyes flashed from the stare to a wide eyed, new focus, venomously firing at me.

“You wanted this, Kate. You told me. You fantasised over this situation. This, is the reality. I’ll stop.”

“Don’t you dare!!” snarled the tigress, I’d not known about before.

Both hands reached round to grab her buttocks. Two hands full of soft muscle. With a deft swipe, one of them fluttered under my hand. I did the same with the other.

“The barn, Kate. Focus.”

She calmed slightly, but I wanted further torment. I dropped down onto my hunkers, so that I was looking straight at her shaved mound. I gently blew a long thin breathe, like a silent whistle along her groove, between her labia. Reaching out, I stroked the back of a finger very, very slowly deep, between her lips. My finger felt the warmth and the slipperiness of her most private of places.

As I was about to stroke again, her phone buzzed somewhere near her clothes pile.

Jen.

“Relax, Kate. Take the text.”