Brandy was trying to relax on the old porch swing, gently swaying back and forth and daydreaming a bit. It was a beautiful Tuesday morning and the lawn sprinklers were creating little rainbows in the sunlight. It was her day off from the branch bank where she worked. The bank had cut hours for everyone due to the whole social distancing thing so only half of the teller stations could be open. Brandy now worked only four days a week. Thank God she was at least working.

“Mind if I join you?” Grant asked, holding two mugs of coffee, steam wisps twisting in the cool air.

Brandy patted the cushion beside her.

Without a word, Grant handed his wife her sugar saturated morning beverage and sat down beside her. Grant knew he was the luckiest man alive. Here he was with his knock-dead gorgeous soul mate, her honey blonde hair in a half-assed ponytail and her six-foot body hidden by her frumpy pink sweats.

“Want to go on a walk this morning?” Grant asked after sipping his coffee.

“Maybe,” she replied, “Don’t you work today?”

“Work has slowed down. Armando can handle it today. He’s been wanting some extra hours anyway.”

Work at the salvage yard had slowed. There were less people on the road so less accidents. They were getting a little more business from weekend mechanics that had time now to work on their cars and trucks but it did not make up for the loss of business from garages and body shops.

“Where are you thinking?” Brandy asked.

“Twin Forks. The state opened it up last week.”

Twin Forks State Park was just down the road from them and it was a haven for fishermen and campers alike though Brandy imagined that the campgrounds were probably still closed. It had miles of trails winding through cottonwoods and scrub oak with picnic spots scattered along the way overlooking the streams and lake.

A nice walk away from the house sounded really good to Brandy, “Give me a few minutes to get myself presentable.”

“Cindy dropped something off I would like to see you in,” he said.

“What did Cindy drop off?” She asked.

“You’ll see.”

Brandy’s curiosity spiked. Cindy was a member of the local bondage club where Grant and Brandy were members. She was a sorceress behind the sewing machine. Brandy had a few pieces from her, including a denim armbinder she just adored.

Laid out on the bed was a pair of Daisy Dukes. Brandy felt let down. She was hoping for something with a little more kink. However, they looked as if they would fit like a latex glove.

The blonde left them on the bed and went in to take a quick shower and to make herself up. After drying herself off and a little make-up, she picked a crop top t-shirt to match the shorts and slipped them both on.

The shorts were tight and constructed differently from most. They buttoned at the waist but there was a snapped flap that was made to look like a normal zipper. If Brandy left it unsnapped, her shorts were basically crotchless.

There was a little kink in them after all.

“Like them?” he asked.

“They’re cute as hell.”

“Just like you,” Grant smiled, “But there is a little bit more to them but I am going to have to show you.”

Grant gently took her left wrist and guided it beside a belt loop above the pocket. He then produced a nearly clear zip tie and tightened it around her wrist and the loop. He repeated the process with the other wrist.

Brandy tested her bonds. Her wrists were pinned to her waist deliciously.

“Me thinks you had this in mind all from the start, Sir” she purred.

Grant just smiled as he took yet another zip tie and encircled her elbows, drawing them together as much as Grant dared. He knew his wife’s limits and did not want to push them. The effect emphasized her breasts beneath the t-shirt, ; her nipples poking at the cotton fabric.

“Okay?” he asked.

“Very much so,” she said.

Grant gave her a light kiss on the lips before continuing to prep her for their stroll. He had her sit on the edge of the bed while he put on her socks and laced up her sneakers. She squirmed a bit; imagining all the possibilities of what might happen. Brandy loved the rush of being bound in public. It felt like the wanton furnace inside her was stoked to a white hot burn. However, other than Halloween and at the Renaissance Festival, she really didn’t get the chance to indulge herself much in this way until today.

“Spread ‘em,” Grant ordered her while tapping her inner thigh. The blonde complied, spreading her long tanned legs apart.

Grant unsnapped the flap between Brandy’s legs, revealing her bare-shaven sex. Gently spreading her lips, his tongue caressed Brandy up and down her slit, causing her to shiver and give a little moan. She closed her eyes, letting the ripples of pleasure trickle through her as his tongue tickled at her clit.

His tongue stopped and she moaned her disappointment. She then felt him nudge in the Bluetooth vibe that had become one of their favorite toys. It’s ‘U’ shape pressed against her clitoris as well as her g-spot. He nestled it inside her and fastened her shorts back up.

“Ready to hit the trail, my pet?”, he asked, helping her to stand.

“More than you could ever know, Sir,” Brandy leaned into Grant.

Brandy’s lips met Grants and their tongues began a hungry Tango, his arms gathering her to him and she was frustrated she couldn’t crush him to her. All she could do was accept and enjoy and give as much as her bonds allowed.

Grant opened the dresser drawer that kept some of their bondage stuff and pulled out her ‘dress’ collar. It was polished brass with only a single ringlet in the shape of a heart to attach her leather leash. He fastened it around her throat and attached a leather lead.

“Come on,” he said, give the leash a slight tug.