In an effort to meet my daily step target (9000 and counting), HisLordship and I went for a walk this afternoon. I have to say that I was a little surprised and lot unsure when he suddenly told me to remove my clothes for a picture, adding that it was too good an opportunity to miss. Outdoor photography is not something we have ever really done before. It was only a few weeks ago that I braved a photo in our own garden so to move from there to the wild wide open felt exactly that – wild.
He was right of course. appealing to my wilder side was also very freeing. Without the restriction of clothes I felt somehow liberated. The usual concerns of being seen and recognised seemed much less important than doing something which belonged to the inner me. The feeling of the sun on my skin was a good contrast to the snow on the hills and although still a nip in the air, the wind which touched my nipples had the promise of summer about it.
Emboldened, spirited and invigorated by the experience, I went on to replace and remove my clothes at two further locations during our walk, although I shall save those images for another day. On the way home we talked about what would make it easier to take such pictures in future and laughed about what the most removable items of clothing would be. I have previously looked at our geographical location as a disadvantage to our D/s as it is too rural to have much on offer in the way of interesting events to attend. Countryside and scenery, however, we have aplenty so we should really make the most of that.