I select Horseshoe Lake park because it's big, secluded, and in a well-to-do part of Saunterville. I can see people coming in from a long way off, and all the usual park users are day people. I'm there at ten o'clock watching for unusual traffic. If I see any, I won't show up, and the experiment is over. After driving around for a bit to confirm I'm the only one stalking the place, I find a concealed spot where I can watch the picnic area and parking lot from across the lake. It's the only such spot that's across the lake, so if someone else is stalking, I'll know about it real quickly.
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It's been a long wait, and now it's midnight... no car. Rats! Things were going so well, too! How much time will I give them? My phone buzzes.
"Hello?"
"Sorry, we got lost. We'll be there in five minutes." My heart settles down for half a second, then skips a beat in joy!
"No rush." I say. "Call me again when you're at the bench. It'll take me a few minutes to get there." and I hang up. The latter part is no lie. I need to watch them for a bit, then get my van moved to nearby. No one gets to see my van, yet.
I see a car drive into the parking lot. Caroline and Suzanne get out. After looking around for a moment, they walk over to a picnic bench and sit down. Caroline has her bag with her. Most excellent! I see her get her cell phone out, and soon I feel the buzz again.
"We are at the park." she says.
"Excellent." I say, "I'll be there in ten minutes. Who is with you?"
"Suzanne."
"Anyone else?"
"No, just Suzanne."
"When I arrive, I want you and Suzanne to be sitting in the center of the northeast most picnic table. I want Suzanne facing north, looking away from the parking area, and you facing south. Understood?"
"Understood."
I hang up. They move to the right bench and sit as instructed. I watch a few more minutes, and I see no sign of others, or of them looking surreptitiously at their car, or anything else. They seem to be clean. I head for my van, and drive up the park driveway.
I back in, actually, so I can leave without going through the parking lot. I stop short of the parking lot -- the van is out of sight behind a bush-covered rise. I walk to within sight of the ladies; I call Caroline.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes." She says.
"I want Suzanne to stay where she is. She is not to turn around. You are to walk down the road you are facing. Bring your bag. I'll meet you at the curve. You tell her to stay put, and you start walking. Oh... and have her give me a call."
I hang up; Caroline starts walking; I get a buzz on my phone.
"Stay on the line." I say to Suzanne.
Caroline is facing towards me has I hide in the bushes. When Caroline is just about to walk out of Suzanne's sight, I quietly tell her. "Caroline, stop. Turn around. Look straight up. Put your hands behind you."
She does so, and I come out of the bushes. With her looking up, she can't see me, but I can see her, and Suzanne on the bench.
With a black fabric, I tie her elbows and wrists. The black matches her sweater, so the bonds will not be obvious to a casual observer. I can feel the strength in those arms. She's not real flexible; her arms don't slide around behind her back at all as I tie her elbows. If she does decide to struggle, her arms will stay firmly behind her, but the fabric will feel a lot of strain. With a nylon stocking I blindfold her.
"This is bullshit." she says as I put the blindfold over her eyes, but she doesn't struggle.
I pause, "You can back out anytime you want, dear." and I wait. I cringe at the waiting. Someone could come. The police could come. Suzanne could get restless. Caroline could get cold feet. All sorts of things could interrupt this delicate moment.
"Continue."
With an almost audible sigh of relief, I finish the butterfly knot on the blindfold.
"There is a reason behind this, which I will explain as we walk to the car. I want you to keep your head looking up as we walk." I put her bag on my shoulder, and we start walking slowly down the road to the car. I hold her by her left arm and her hair, and I guide her. Sometimes I stop her, and we take a sideways step or two. Sometimes I change her direction a bit....
"This is uncomfortable."
"Uncomfortable walking like this?"
"Yes."
"It's designed to be. You are tied because all you ladies look incredibly sexy with your hands tied behind you. You are blindfolded and walking with your head up to build physical trust in me. Intellectually, you trust me enough to have come here. Now, I'm helping you build that trust on a physical and emotional level.
"You're a big girl, Caroline. It's not easy for you to be 'man handled', so you have a lot to learn about the joy of letting a man dominate your physical body."
"Woman." she says, "I'm a woman."
I tighten my grip on her hair a bit, "I give you the freedom, sex slave, to call yourself what you like."
We are at the van. I back Caroline up to the side door; have her sit; take off her shoes; tie her ankles; and shuffle her so her back is resting against the column between the two front seats.
"Suzanne, are you still there?"
"Yes." She says over the phone.
"We are leaving now. You may do the same."
"I want to hear from Caroline in an hour."
"You'll hear from her in an hour, and you'll hear from her when we wake up tomorrow. I'm not about to give you hourly progress reports on our first date. She will fill you in tomorrow when she gets back." I hang up and we get started.