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Since I don't have anything new to post this week, I've decided to
continue along and technically repost yet another of my pieces from
four years ago, though it is exceptionally unlikely that anyone around
here has ever seen it. It is along the same lines as 'Heat',
containing male/female consensual light bondage outside of a bedroom
setting. It is far less polished than my current works, but some
people were interested in my earlier writings.

This story is actually more of an image or verbal snapshot, if you will.

You know what to do if you are a minor or don't like anything to do
with bondage. It is pretty simple to erase files.

For the curious, this was originally posted back in 1994 under the
name RedDragon. I've only cleaned up a couple of glaring technical
errors in it. For the most part it is as it was posted four years ago.

This story may be archived as long as there is no charge for access to
it. For details or questions please contact the author.

All characters are fictional. Any resemblances are coincidental.

Any comments will be welcomed at dcrimson@yahoo.com

- Crimson


Thunder Ridge [ MF, cons, light bond, outdoors, rain ]

(c) 1994 (originally posted under the name RedDragon)

By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)


They came here to find themselves.

It had been her suggestion to come. She needed the freedom; the
comfort. Her week had been unusually stressful. Pressure, deadlines,
headaches. All of her thoughts had centered on Thunder Ridge for the
last few days. She had finally asked him yesterday.

The ride up had been uneventful, though they both knew what was ahead.
Surprisingly quiet. She let her long hair blow in the wind of the open
window and watched the countryside silently brooding. The sky was the
colour of gray charcoal. Farms and the smell of the fields. He drove
silently leaving her to her thoughts. He knew she needed her time; her
space.

The scenery had abruptly changed from flat farmland to hillscape as
though the land had heaved in anger in the distant reaches of time.
They had wound around the hills finally arriving near the peak. She
had breathed in deeply as she exited the car feeling the wonderfully
clear, crisp air fill her lungs. The smell of pine needles had begun
to drive away the demons of the week. For the first time in a long
time she had smiled. Watching her, he had sensed the pleasure she had
experienced. He, too, had smiled. They had gathered up the
preparations and hiked. The forest sounds abruptly ceased with their
passage; only to begin again as they had passed. She felt alive and
free.

They reached their final destination. Thunder Ridge. Though she had
been here before, the breathtaking view again stunned her. At the top
of the ridge, the land dropped away to a sea of green pine two hundred
feet below. Forest stretched out as far as the eye could see. She
stood unmoving for a few minutes, then slowly turned to him. They
embraced at the edge of the ridge. He kissed her gently on the tip of
the nose.

Moving apart, she looked at him questioningly. He nodded and bent to
the bag lying at his feet rummaging for the equipment. She stepped
away from the edge of the cliff slowly lifting her sweatshirt over her
head. Kneeling, he watched as she shed her clothing dropping each
piece to the pine needles under her feet. Quickly, she was nude,
standing barefoot in the pine needles. She looked at him with a
naughty look on her face. Smiling, she bent to her scattered clothing
and gathered it up. She stepped towards the cliff and nonchalantly
dropped them over the edge. She was committed now. She held her hands
out to him, beckoning him with her look. He stood with her cuffs in
his hands. She shivered slightly as the padded leather encircled her
wrists. He bent down and attached the second set to her bare ankles.
Rising, he led her to the tall post that they had erected here many
years ago, when she had first explained her unique form of relaxation.
Just a simple hook at just the right height and a pole. She raised her
arms as he reached up and attached the leather cuffs to the hook
comfortably above her head. She pulled experimentally against the
bonds finding no looseness. She sighed as she relaxed into his
control. With a piece of cord he attached her ankles to the base of
the pole. She tested the restraint on her ankles; again finding no
weakness. She surrendered automatically to the helplessness, the
vulnerability. She trusted him as she trusted herself; they were in
love.

He kissed her again. Then he pulled away, she trying to follow but
stopped short by her restraint. His fingers lingered teasingly over
her exposed breasts, trailing down her side and thighs, sending
irresistible shivers up and down her spine. She moaned softly into the
unhearing forest. He pulled back and looked at her and felt the
familiar stirring of desire. But she needed her time and space. Time
for his needs later.

He turned his back and walked away heading back the way they had come.
Many times they had done this; she understood that he would be back,
after he had relaxed in his fashion -- walking alone in the woods.

She idly wondered how long before he would return. Her helplessness
washed over her. She wasn't afraid of being discovered, but if
something happened? Familiar panic rose in her mind setting off a bout
of futile struggling. She considered screaming for him to come back.
Let her loose. She mentally slapped her face. She struggled for
control. This is what she wanted; needed. Time alone. Time to consider
herself. She had no control, she could only relax in her bonds until
she was released. Enjoy the view, the sensations of the forest. Lose
herself.

She became acutely aware of her surroundings. Even though she had been
here many times before in the same situation, she still felt like a
child experiencing everything for the first time. She felt the
stirring of the wind against her bare skin. Cooling her bare breasts,
stirring between her legs. Moving her long hair about her shoulders.
She shook her head to free her mane from behind her back and the pole.
She could hear the chipmunks scampering through the pine needles
behind her, birds singing their melodies in the peaks of the trees
above. The view off the ridge. The forest of green, the churning
clouds above flowing fast, free, and tumbling through the sky. The
pine needles below the soles of her feet. The clean smell of the
forest assaulting her sensitive nostrils. Such simplicity, washing
away the complexity of life. She was helpless but to absorb it. She
sighed, contented.

She rested her head back against the supporting post, feeling the
roughness of the wood at her bare back. She closed her eyes, absorbing
the other senses. She slipped unknowingly into a light sleep.

She awoke startled and disoriented when something dropped on her face
lightly. More drops hit her face as she tried to move. After pulling
at her hands she remembered where she was, the post, the bonds,
Thunder Ridge. She slowly realized it was lightly raining and the cool
drops were hitting her upturned face. She saw a flash of lightning in
the distance and the ominous roll of thunder rolled over her a few
moments later. The wind had died, leaving behind an eerie still. She
became aware of the smell of new rain in the forest. She breathed in
heavily taking in this new sensation. She had never been here in the
rain before. She reveled in the cool water sliding slowly down her
bare body, coating her skin in a wet glaze. She could her the droplets
falling through the still trees, hitting the forest floor.

Idly she wondered where he was. Smiling, she wondered if he was
getting wet. She didn't have a choice, stuck as she was. The rain
began to fall in earnest, slicking down her hair and soaking her body.
She laughed and tilted her head upwards to feel the rain against her
face. Opening her mouth to trap the precious water. He wandered back
to catch her playing like a child, trying to catch the rain. He
smiled, no wonder he loved her. He stood in the rain, his clothes
plastered against his skin and watched her against the pole. Still
over all these years she hadn't outgrown the child trapped in her. He
waited until she finally lowered her head and opened her eyes. They
shone as she realized he was there, watching her. She smiled at him as
he stepped over to the post and quickly released her ankles from the
base. Reaching up, he released her wrists from the hook. She danced
away from the wood that had imprisoned her for the last few hours and
turned slowly in the rain, face again uplifted, arms outstretched. He
couldn't help but admire the simple beauty of her. Her freedom, her
innocence. She ran up to him and embraced. Kissing him, pressing her
bare wet body to his soaked clothes. She was free of her demons.

They walked hand in hand through the forest and the rain. She absorbed
the last sensations of the place, the rain against her skin, the wet
pine needles below her bare feet. Her hand in his. As they reached the
car, she shivered slightly.

Once in the car, she curled up like a kitten, her head cradled in his
wet lap, her wet hair spread out over the seat and his legs. She
wrapped her nudity up in the blanket, murmuring softly to herself. She
purred once and slept the entire way home. Finally it was all right.






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