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Archive-title: 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, sleveless 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 say 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 relationship 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 wondered 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 released. 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 afterwards, I came to the

conclusion that it all had to do with context. 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 resounding 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 thinking 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 pudding 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 everything 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 2 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, pinching 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 inserted 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 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 collar. 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 travelling 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 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 curiousity. 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 methods 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 everybody 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 pictures 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;, 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 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-naturist, 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: walking 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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