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Encounter in the Sierras
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\titleis{Encounter in the Sierras}
The closest thing I've had to a bondage experience was playing
voyeur in somebody else's scene. Even though it happened some
time ago, it seems as if it happened just recently. Just typing
in the following brought back the details as well as a smile to
my face.
In the summer of 1980, two friends (F___ and L___) and I were on
an eight day backpack trip in the Sierras. The sixth day out we
had gotten to our campsite quite early in the day: our packs were
light, and we had walked ourselves into reasonable shape. By
1:00 that afternoon, we had had a leisurely lunch and two of us
had even taken a swim in the lake. L___ thought being dirty and
sticky was easier than being cold.
We had started the usual tall tales about previous camping trips
(how cold it had been, the number of kilometers done each day,
the elevation gains) when we noticed two people quite a ways down
the trail coming up towards the lake. We hadn't seen any other
people so far on the trip, so this was a bit of a disappointment.
We mumbled something about hoping that our solitude would not be
too disturbed and that maybe they would just keep on going. Our
campsite was about half way between the lake and the trail, about
50 meters from each. There was a chance that we wouldn't be
noticed.
As they approached it became apparent that one was a man and the
other a woman. She was wearing blue shorts and some sort of tan
colored, loose, sleeveless shirt. They got closer. She had
medium length blonde hair done up in a ponytail. Whoops, she
wasn't wearing a loose shirt; she did have very large, pendulous
breasts.
L___ made a comment about clean minds or clean bodies and about
wishing he had at least a clean body, and they noticed us. The
guy said something to the woman; she said something back; he
seemed insistent; they walked over to our campsite. By this time
she had her arms crossed in front of her.
The man introduced himself as Jim and his friend as Cynthia.
[They were both in their early thirties; he was about 5' 10" with
about a fifteen pound beer belly; she was about 5' 5" and while
some may have considered her overweight; I thought she looked
nice.] We introduced ourselves. Cynthia wasn't saying anything
and she was still keeping her breasts covered. Jim told us that
they have decided to stay at the lake for the night and were
going to use the other end of the clearing (about 15 meters
away). We didn't complain. In fact, my two friends were doing a
very bad job of acting nonchalant. Mostly I was curious; I
hadn't yet seen anything extraordinary: I had been married for a
couple of years, and my wife and I had often been to clothing
optional beaches. Neither of my friends was involved in a rela-
tionship at that time.
The two turned and walked over to their end of the clearing.
Cynthia said something close to "What about those guys, they'll
see everything." Jim said "I sure hope so. You do realize that
you shouldn't have questioned me earlier or now." When they had
turned away, L___'s jaw had dropped to the ground. The remarks
seemed to effect his eyes: they were trying to come out of
sockets. I thought this whole thing was really funny. Both of
my friends were trying to adjust their pants without anybody
noticing. This was even funnier.
Jim and Cynthia took off their packs, and began to set up their
camp. After fumbling around for a few minutes, they stopped, and
Jim led Cynthia over to a couple of trees about 2.5 meters apart
about half way between their end of the clearing and ours. He
had some cord and some leather in his hands. He put a strap on
each of her wrists and tied cords around the trees, above head
level, and back to loops on the straps on her wrists. It was
clear to me that they had played these kinds of games before.
Her arms were now spread wide, but there was a small amount of
slack in the cords. Her hands were above shoulder level resting
against the tug of the cords.
Jim told Cynthia that he was going for a swim in the lake because
he was feeling hot and sticky. She started to complain and he
put one finger in front of her lips to silence her. He ran his
hand slowly down her neck to her left breast. He squeezed it and
gave the nipple a pinch. Cynthia moaned a bit and her left
nipple got hard and extended at least 2 cm. (I didn't actually
take any accurate measurements, but it was impressive.) I won-
dered what it would be like to roll that nipple around between my
tongue and teeth, and then it was my turn to adjust my pants.
Then it was my friends' turn to laugh.
Jim then blindfolded Cynthia and walked down to the lake. I
asked Cynthia if she were alright and if she wanted to be re-
leased. She said "no" and assured us that everything was under
control, so far.
After about ten minutes, Jim came back and was puttering about in
their campsite. He was basically ignoring Cynthia, and she
finally asked him what he was doing. Jim got some ear plugs out
of his pack and put them into Cynthia's ears without saying
anything to her. (Later she told us that it she felt cut off
from the world and that being cut off from sight and sound made
her especially sensitive to being touched. It also made it hard
for her to gauge the passage of time.) Jim finished setting up
their camp. He prepared lunch and ate half of it. This all took
quite some time as Jim was extremely methodical about everything.
Shortly after 2:00 he finally came back to stand directly in
front of Cynthia.
Jim picked up her right breast in both hands and lifted the
nipple up towards Cynthia's mouth. She was startled at the first
touch, but then bent her head down and reached for her own breast
with her mouth. She ran her tongue around the nipple and nibbled
on it with her teeth. When she started moaning and squirming
against the cords, Jim stopped supporting her breast, and it slid
out of her mouth and slapped onto her chest; she couldn't support
it by suction alone. He then started to feed her the other half
of the lunch. The first part seem to go just fine, but then Jim
started speeding up and Cynthia was slowing down. Small bits of
food dribbled out of her mouth, down her face and onto her chest.
By the end of the lunch, very little was getting swallowed, and
she was pretty messy. Jim did a passable job of cleaning her up
using his tongue.
Jim then removed the blindfold and the earplugs. He walked
around behind her and told her to watch us and to concentrate on
our reactions. He reached around in front of her and slowly
unzipped her shorts. He pulled them down to her ankles and she
stepped out of them. In his methodical way, Jim folded her
shorts, walked back to their campsite and put them into her
backpack. He came back, took care of one hiking boot, and then
the sock. Then he did the other foot. He walked back and forth
between Cynthia and their campsite with each article of clothing.
He finally did the same thing for her panties and she was naked.
(She was not a natural blonde). It was quite clear that Cynthia
was getting aroused, but she also seemed (to me at least) very
nervous.
(I got really turned on during the course of the slow motion
striptease. I hadn't expected somebody's vulnerability to be
such a turn on; it certainly wasn't the mere fact that she was
naked; I had seen many naked people and Cynthia was not that
different from some of my friends. After reflecting on it after-
wards, I came to the conclusion that it all had to do with con-
text. Sex was the point of the display and it struck home.)
Jim came back and had Cynthia spread her legs. He put straps
around her ankles and tied them with more cord to the same trees
so that her feet were over a meter apart. He ran his hand over
her back and squeezed her buns. Cynthia moaned again; that
seemed to be the signal for Jim who took a water carrier down to
the lake and filled it up. He returned and proceeded to give
Cynthia a very careful sponge bath. He washed ALL of her. (The
impression I got was that he was preparing a pet for a show, and
I found that disquieting.) He paid special attention to her
genitals. She kept starting to wiggle and he kept cautioning her
to stand still. By 3:00 he finally started drying her off. Once
again he paid special attention to her genitals and when she
seemed on the edge of orgasm, he came over to talk with us.
Cynthia begged for a minute or so for him to continue, but Jim
ignored her.
At this point we learned a bit about their personal history.
They had been playing bondage games for five years. Before that
day, nobody else has known about it and neither of them had been
naked in public before. Cynthia had been a "bad" girl the past
two days and Jim had been telling her that a special punishment
was going to happen. He hadn't known what it was going to be
until he saw us. He then told us that later that evening, we
would each get one request to make of Cynthia, and that she would
comply if Jim agreed to it. Cynthia gasped at that remark.
After about a half hour, Jim went back to Cynthia and started
stroking, rubbing, kissing, nibbling, and squeezing her. She
must have come 20 times before he finally got down on his knees
and starting eating her. Cynthia continued to orgasm; she was a
definite screamer. When he finally stopped, he had the most
amazing expression on his face. Cynthia was quivering and very
tired. She kept saying "Thank you, thank you, thank you."
Jim untied her arms and gently laid her back on the ground. He
then tied her arms over her head to another tree and fucked her.
Cynthia continued to respond, but the level was decreasing. When
he had satisfied himself, he had her clean his cock with her
tongue. He did all of this without saying anything to her.
(This still strikes me as the oddest part of their relationship.
He rarely said anything to her.) By 4:30 he was done and he got
a book from his campsite and brought it to ours and started to
read and talk. He said that we should let Cynthia rest for some
time. She did look exhausted, and I am confident that she fell
asleep.
After about an hour, Cynthia began to stir. Jim untied her and
brought her some slippers, put a collar on her neck, attached a
leash, and announced they were going around the lake. The mental
image they presented was both exciting and disturbing. It seemed
even more as if he were taking a special pet for a walk.
When they got back Jim told us that there were not any other
groups at the lake; he seemed disappointed. Cynthia seemed to be
much more relaxed and to be having fun. It was almost as if she
had faced her fears and conquered them. Jim said that it was our
turn and unhooked the leash from her collar. She walked over to
within a meter of L___, spread her legs, and put her hands on her
hips. I suspect that they had worked this out while on their
walk.
She made quite a picture standing there with leather slippers and
ankle and wrist cuffs. Her tan lines were quite pronounced; the
area normally covered by a one piece bathing suit was quite pale.
All three of us were looking her up and down. Each time any of
us made eye contact, she would shiver. Jim cleared his throat
and asked who would be first.
L___ stood up, looked at Cynthia, and asked if this was for real.
She said "Yes." After a few more reassurances from both Cynthia
and Jim, he said he needed a bath and wanted to Cynthia to wash
him while he washed Cynthia. Jim agreed and they walked down to
the lake. L___ took his clothes off and got into the lake with
Cynthia. The water came up to their thighs and they splashed
each other and played around. L___ did a fairly cursory job on
Cynthia, but he did make sure her breasts were clean. She washed
him carefully from the top down. She seemed to really be getting
into the role of providing personal services. By the time she
got around to washing his cock, he was clearly excited. He came
shortly after that, and Cynthia had to rewash herself. (When I
looked over at Jim to see how he was taking this, he was watching
them through binoculars and masturbating.) They hadn't taken a
towel down with them, so L___ dried them both off with his t-
shirt. He got dressed and led her back holding onto the hook in
her collar.
F___ was next and a bit more bashful. He wanted to suck on
Cynthia's tits. Jim quickly agreed to that so Cynthia sat down
and F___ put his head in her lap, face up. He spent the next
five minutes sucking and nibbling on first one breast, then the
other. Cynthia cradled his head and stroked his hair. It was a
rather innocent looking scene in a depraved sort of way.
I had sufficient time to think about what I was going to ask for.
Demanding nothing was probably not the right thing to do, but I
knew my wife would not be happy if I were to be sexually active
with somebody else. So, since it was my turn to do dinner, I
said that I wanted Cynthia to prepare, serve, and clean up after
dinner dressed just as she was. I also wanted Jim out of earshot
but had no objection to him watching. Jim agreed.
The dinner was the best we had during the trip. Jim and Cynthia
had brought some spices that we hadn't. The service was great;
food was delivered to our plates before we could even ask.
Cynthia kept shaking her tits in our faces, bending over in front
of us, and teasing the hell out of us, especially me. At one
point I slapped her on the butt hard enough to make a nice re-
sounding smack. She cooed and turned her other cheek. Whenever
she wasn't busy fiddling with dinner, F___ had her sit down near
him and he used one hand to eat his dinner while he fondled her
breast with the other.
During the dinner we talked to Cynthia and learned more about
what was going on. She told us that several weeks before she and
Jim had been talking about exhibitionism and she had told him
that she was too nervous to participate but that it made a nice
fantasy for her. During the drive to the pack trip, she had been
told by Jim that she had to ride naked in the car while they
passed through one small town. One by one, Jim named an article
of clothing and she would remove it and throw it into the back
seat. When she was down to her underwear, Jim told her to take
off her bra, but she removed her panties instead. She was afraid
to expose her tits since they had been passing so many trucks and
she was already getting looks from the truckers staring down.
Jim told her once more to remove her bra, but she refused. Jim
had her put her clothes back on and told her that she would be
punished later. That made her happy, but she had not been think-
ing of public displays.
When they got to the parking area, he informed her that she was
going to have to hike topless while she was in the park. He had
her change into a simple halter in the car and put all her other
bras, blouses, etc., into the trunk of their car. Since it was a
weekend, there were a fair number of day hikers in the parking
area, and she had felt very self-conscious changing with so many
about. When they got to the trail head, Jim took the halter from
her and put it into his pack. This had made her nervous as they
didn't know when or where they would meet up with somebody else
or who they would be. She was covering up at almost every noise.
Jim had to keep reminding her that she was not allowed to do
that.
She was also in a state of continual sexual excitement. The
illicitness was turn on to her. The first day they had not met
anybody, and she had started to relax: it was starting to feel
natural to not be "bound up." When they met us on the second
day, she reverted immediately back to her original feelings and
covered up. This had made Jim angry, and things had gone further
than she thought they might, but we seemed like such nice guys
and she was having fun. We were their first audience, but now
she had lost her sense of nervousness and wanted to see just how
far Jim and she would go.
After she finished making the pudding for dessert, she surprised
us a bit. She dipped each breast into the pan and smeared pud-
ding all over it. Yummy, chocolate covered tits. I got the
leavings in the pan and L___ and F___ spent some fun time licking
her breasts clean. Cynthia was fingering her pussy and really
seemed to enjoy the experience of having the two of them lick and
suck on her breasts at the same time.
Cynthia heated some last bit of water and washed all the dishes,
(and her breasts). Jim showed up just as she finished putting
everything away. Jim made dinner for the two of them while
Cynthia went off into the bushes. She took her time, and every-
thing was set up for her by the time she got back. They had
dinner and Jim cleaned up. (I never did see Cynthia do any of
the normal chores associated with camping other than the dinner
she prepared for us.)
By this time it was getting fairly dark. We retired to our
sleeping bags and Jim and Cynthia got into a double bag that Jim
had set up. They almost immediately started playing some quite
noisy sex games. I couldn't stand it any longer and went off
into the woods and masturbated. The relief was considerable, but
I had to do it again about two hours later. I did not get much
sleep that night. L___ also had trouble sleeping, but F___
snored through the night.
We had planned to get up fairly early since we wanted to get to a
specific campsite fairly close to the pass we would be going out
the next day: we had to do about twenty kilometers. However,
Jim and Cynthia got up before we did. At about first light, they
got out of their bags; she was still wearing only her collar and
cuffs. After she took a piss, in the open this time, Jim tied
her up to the original two trees, standing and spread eagled. He
blindfolded her and put a gag in her mouth, and put the ear plugs
back in. It was cool enough that Cynthia was soon covered with
goose bumps. Both nipples were fully extended.
He asked us where we were going that day, and making other small
talk. All during this he was tickling Cynthia, slapping, pinch-
ing and rubbing her. He even splashed cold water on her a few
times. It all seemed quite random, and Cynthia seemed to come to
orgasm almost immediately and then just stayed at a plateau.
With only a little encouragement L___ joined in. When it became
obvious to Cynthia that more than one person was touching her,
her orgasm seemed to take another step up in intensity. It was
quite an impressive show.
We were all finally up, and starting to prepare our breakfast and
pack for the day's trip. Jim removed Cynthia's blind fold and
the ear plugs. He then got a vibrator from her pack. He insert-
ed it into her pussy and turned it on. He told her that she had
to hold it in place until after we left. When we were ready to
go, we said we wanted to say good-bye to Cynthia. Jim removed
the gag and we wished them both the best, F___ kissed Cynthia.
L___ gave Cynthia a parting hug, squeezed her breast, and patted
her on the ass, and the vibrator fell to the ground. Jim said
that she shouldn't have let that happen. L___ felt badly about
that and tried to say that it was his fault, but Jim was clearly
not going to buy that story. We left them to their own devices.
We had been gone only fifteen minutes or so when we heard Cynthia
running up the trail calling for us to wait. When she caught up,
she was only wearing her hiking boots, some socks, and her col-
lar. It was fun watching her breasts bounce around while she
running towards us. We asked what was going on, and she smiled
and told us that Jim had ordered her to accompany us until lunch
time and then come back. He was very tired and they were going
to stay at the lake until the next morning when they would leave
the park. The special treat was that Jim had given an explicit
command that she had to obey any orders we unanimously agreed
upon. The thought seemed to excite her.
We explained that in about two kilometers or so we would be back
on the John Muir trail. (For those that don't know, it is one of
the main backpacking trails in the Sierras. It is hardly ever
empty.) We would probably be meeting other parties on the trail.
She smiled again, and said that she was supposed to give a full
report to Jim when she returned.
She had been sent to accompany us as her "punishment" for letting
the dildo drop. She had decided that she loved wandering around
naked, but she had kept this from Jim. He still thought that she
was mortified to be exposed in this way. She said that it was
not something that she could do on her own, but once given an
order to do it, she was freed from a sense of responsibility for
her actions. She could just wallow in the sensations.
We got to the John Muir trail and turned north. We stopped about
an hour later and shared our water and some snacks with Cynthia.
I asked her what she was going to do about food and water on her
way back. She said that it would not be too much of a problem
since it wouldn't be very far to go back and she was certainly
traveling light.
We started north again, and shortly we met a party of four coming
south. Cynthia waved and smiled at them and said hello when they
got close enough. Three of them would not even look at Cynthia.
The fourth stared straight at her and then grabbed his crotch
just as they passed us. He must have come in his pants. Cynthia
squealed in delight, and she started masturbating while she was
walking along. Shortly, she came and the three of us could
easily hear her muffled screams. She was also having trouble
maintaining her balance.
We passed a party of two coming south just before lunch. They
both whistled at Cynthia and she vamped it up for them. We
stopped for a few minutes to talk and exchange rude comments and
pleasantries. They never did ask why she was hiking along naked
and without a pack. I would have thought they would have had a
little more curiosity. Of course, they showed more interest than
the first group. Maybe they were looking for Allen Funt.
At lunch we stopped in a convenient meadow near a brook. We
shared a nice lunch and sat around and talked. Cynthia said that
she was beginning to feel powerful and that she had the sense she
was controlling the those we passed. She was learning new meth-
ods of manipulating (male?) people. This was not something she
had expected, and was trying to think about what this meant to
her.
By the end of lunch, F___ had his head in Cynthia's lap and was
sucking on one of her tits while fondling the other. She had one
of her hands on his crotch and was rubbing his cock through his
jeans. Both of them seem quite happy. L___ and I went and
replenished our water supply and started packing up so that we
would could leave. By the time we returned, Cynthia had unzipped
F___, and had his cock in her hand. F___ still had his lips
fastened tightly to Cynthia's tit. L__ and I tried to give
subtle hints that it was time go.
Another group came through then; there were three couples. F___
didn't notice a thing until they got close and one of the women
asked what the fuck was going on? That was enough to put F___
over the edge, and he came immediately which seemed to amuse
Cynthia no end. She stood up as F___ rolled over. The others
obviously noticed then that she was naked and not just topless.
There was general murmuring, and then one of them asked if every-
body was OK. Cynthia told them that she had never been better,
and she had a wicked smile while she licked her hand clean. (She
really did seem happy to me; she was truly enjoying reveling in
the physical and emotional experiences she was choreographing.)
They seemed amused and then asked if they could take some pic-
tures as their friends would never believe this. I opted out,
but F___ and L___ were happy to pose. F___ even recreated the
scene that was going on when they got there. They took quite a
few pictures, including some with Cynthia posing with all of
them, with just the guys, with just the women, with each of them
individually. One of the guys wanted to pose with Cynthia's
breasts in his hands but he was stopped by one of the women, and
they all left.
L___ told Cynthia that he wanted one last favor: would she go
down on him, right there in the middle of the John Muir trail.
She looked to the other two of us with what could only interpret
as lust, and F___ and I made it a unanimous decision. She
dropped to her knees, unzipped L___, fished his cock out of his
pants and started licking and sucking on it and masturbating
herself. F___ left to get cleaned up at the brook. In only a
few moments L___ was coming, and Cynthia was doing all she could
to keep from losing any of the ejaculate. She licked L___ clean
while she continued to masturbate until she also came. She told
us that being the focus of that much attention from so many
people for so long was more erotic to her than anything else she
had ever done.
She also told us that she hoped that Jim would not realize any
time soon that exhibitionism was no longer a punishment. She
hoped that he would be mandating extended sessions of nudity in
public places. It was exciting for her to think about being
discovered and even more exciting to be discovered. She wondered
if Guiness had a category for "longest duration of continual
nudity in a publicly accessible, non-naturalist, location by a
person who had never even been skinny dipping before." I then
reminded her that she had to do what we told her. I asked her
what Jim would do if she came back with an order from us to not
get dressed until they were back at the trailhead at the park's
boundary. She thought this was a wonderful idea. I then ordered
her to remain naked until they were back in their car and on the
main highway. This was to hold while they repacked their car
even if others were in parking area when they got there. L___
and F___ immediately agreed, and so the order was unanimous. She
was a little shocked at first, but then she broke into a huge
grin.
Cynthia said good-bye, gave each of us a hug, and walked south
down the trail. All three of us watched her until she was out of
sight. I can still remember how each cheek would give a slight
wiggle at the end of each step. We still had fourteen kilometers
to go before our camp for that night since we hadn't made very
good time before lunch. I did learn one thing on the way: walk-
ing that far with an erection will lead to having a sore, chafed
penis.
I didn't sleep too well that last night either. Fortunately it
was our last night in the back country, and we were at the car by
11:00 a.m the next day. We hoped we would see Jim and Cynthia on
the highway, but it didn't happen. It had been unlikely anyway
as they were leaving from a different pass.
It was the most memorable packing trip I have ever been on.
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