Kate, you might recall, had dared to enter her darker thoughts and curiosities, after exploring ideas with her best friend Jen, and by having the complete need quashed by her hubby, Laurence known affectionately as Lol, for short. Lol was a great dad, but evolving into a selfish husband who couldn’t, or wouldn’t, understand where Kate was coming from. She’d admitted on more than one occasion that she thought he’d seen horns growing out of the top of her head…and further admitted to me, that she’d seen some on a headband and imagined what she’d look like with such attire. From that suggestion, I searched and found something similar advertised…and bought, but that’s for another time.

This current warm weather reminded me of the times when the mood was brave and shameless, to take ourselves outside, once in public, and another occasion when we could have so easily been in public.

Sorry to sound like I’m teaching, but the word “public” for play, is really important to understand. Yes, there’s this great Adrenalin rush to imagine being seen by unsuspecting others nearby when something is happening. But when you have unsuspecting members of the public suddenly seeing something that they wouldn’t expect to see, you have the situation of potentially causing offence, and going against public decency. It’s fine on a segregated nudist/naturist beach, but not in the local park. Having said that, with very careful planning and keeping hawkish eyes peeled, it’s possible to explore outdoors play, in broad daylight. And that’s what we did.

There’d already been teaching and learning of language rules and also positioning for different kinds of presentation. Many were lapped up by Kate. The exhibitionist inside her was most definitely being exploited, placing herself in interesting positions, was very acceptable to her. One that she liked, was being draped in a leather under bust tight fitting corset, over the knee bondage boots with back straps that controlled her step length, opera length leather gloves and collar and leash. To complete the look, she tried black lips, eyeliner, false eyelashes heavily made up with mascara, dead straight hair parted in the middle of her head, and being a drinks holder. Not in a conventional way of holding a long stemmed glass in her hand, and knelt next to me. Rather, she was one step away, front facing the lounge mantelpiece and arching her back to exhibit her backside in a more protruding stance. The long stem of the glass was placed between her buttocks, and she gripped…and turned slightly towards her owner, head slightly bowed, eyes averted, and smiled.

“Sir.”

“Continue.”

“Sir, Your property finds this position so wickedly naughty, Sir. Sir, can this sub use one of your phrases, if it pleases You, Sir?”

“ it can. Do tell me, there’s a good girl.” And the pitch on my voice dropped, towards the end, as I waited her response.

“Sir…oh God, this sub feels so wet and rude like this, Sir. Sir, what You property wanted to say was that this pose really pleases it, Sir. Sir, it’s husband doesn’t deserve to see it like this, but this is so what it likes, Sir.”

“you, please me, too. I like how you’re so accepting of what’s suggested. Now, lean a little this way, so that I can take another sip of the fruit juice, there’s a good girl.”

I digress, because we’d really talked about meeting up, outside at a very public and busy event. Not for her to hold a glass, heaven forbid anyone else should witness such a thing, but to talk to each other in the language protocol that we used, and to be placed in a seating position that she’d liked, sat in the middle of the leather bed. Every moment was capitalised by Kate. Yes, she didn’t agree with everything, but there never seemed to be a moment where nothing happened and she put her all into achieving what she hoped was right and acceptable. We’d worked on a seated pose. Naked, it was easy to execute. She wanted to see if it would work outside, at an event that we’d agreed to meet at; a re-enactments weekend.

As ever, Kate had been careful and cute in her planning. Lol played cricket most Saturdays through the season and on this particular Saturday, the children were staying away at relatives, such was her meticulousness. So the opportunity was set for meeting. She’d even considered what would happen if she recognised someone. By not holding hands, even though there was a real temptation to want to, she could say that I was a work colleague; we’d talked plenty about projects and what she’d been involved in for the scenario to be passable. This was just in case whoever might be seen, wouldn’t make an awkward situation if the sighting were to be relayed to Lol. So clever.

It was a Viking camp, an open field turned into a scene of pre battle preparation. The public milled around passing open fronted tents and displays of everything that would have been expected before going into battle. The air was filled with poetry, the aroma of herbs and foods, the clashing of shields, swords ringing. Skills and crafts were displayed. If it hadn’t been for the modern day interlopers wandering around, you’d have felt to swept back 1200 years.

There were plenty of hay bales brought onto the site just to split up display arena from the encampment, and it was on one of these, after the main attraction had finished, that I told Kate to sit for me. The sweet smelling hay was heady and perfect. In her very pretty summery, light coloured, flaired cotton dress, she sat and then arranged her legs like she’d remembered. She started with her right leg, bent at the knee, thigh pushed away to the right, to then be supported by her left leg, also bent at the knee, in such a way that her left foot, made contact with her right knee. To maintain the shape, she had to use angled, outstretched arms to the side, to make contact with the bale, to also keep herself steady. I sat cross legged in front of her.

“A perfect shape,” I whispered. “Now show me your deference, like a good girl.”

She gently bowed her head, in my direction.

“Close your eyes, for me.”

She did.

To all intents and purposes, to anyone looking on the scene, we were just sitting and relaxing on a sumptuously warm summer’s afternoon.

“Did you remember the two important additions, for me?”

In a low voice she confirmed that she had.

“Tell me what you did, good girl.”

“Sir, are W/we alone, if it pleases You, Sir?”

“W/we are,” and I further checked. Our space wasn’t about to be invaded too closely.

Sir, this sub has inserted the bluetoothed vibe into itself, and given Your phone access, Sir.”

“And?”

“Sir, Your property is naked beneath its dress, Sir.”

I smiled, and removed my phone from my pocket. As I selected the app, a message flashed across the screen that I was linked to Kate’s mobile.

“Stay…completely…still, just…for…me. you’re such a clever girl.” I tapped pulse, and saw her tummy tighten.

And no one else, was any the wiser.