Camping Trip 1/3
Posted: 15 Oct 2017, 09:30
She guides me to the padded stool, orders me to strip naked, and I do so quickly. She takes all my clothes and tosses them away, then sits me down on the stool. She grabs the coil of binding fiber, unrolls a length of it, cuts it off, moves around behind me. She takes my arms and pulls them back, holds my wrists together, and I keep them there as she coils the fiber around my wrists snuggly then cinches them tight. My wrists are tied behind my back.
She pulls out the hand glove and puts it on my hands after she cups one of my hands in the other. She places my thumbs together and slides the special tube built into the glove over them so they will be held together. She works the snug glove over my balled hands and then pulls the two strings tight, tying them off so the opening is snug around my wrists. She then takes the ends and winds them around my wrist cords, and tightens them up and ties several knots, so the glove will be held in place and can't be worked off my hands.
She then tightens up the laces on the back side of the glove, wrapping it even more snugly around my hands, ensuring I can't move them or use them for any useful purpose whatsoever (say to get loose). My hands are now tied completely. I know I can't possibly get loose without help, and even if I had a knife or scissors it would be almost impossible, since my gloved hands are now useless for grabbing anything, and my thumbs are cinched together and prevented from virtually any movement at all.
She goes to the kitchen and returns with a glass of water and 3 pills, which she puts in my waiting mouth, and helps me to drink them down. Adderall, 30mg. Heightens the sexual intensity of the experience. She checks inside my mouth to make sure I've swallowed them. She sets down the glass of water and gets the bottle of clear adhesive liquid, opens it and dabs it around my lips as I keep my mouth closed. She closes the bottle then gets the gag.
She unwraps the gag and presents it to me, I open my mouth and permit her to stuff the foam mouthpiece inside, filling my mouth and pressing down on my tongue. She carefully presses the outside piece against my lips as I cup them around the oval shaped piece in my mouth, making sure the gag is placed correctly around my mouth. Satisfied, she pushes firmly, the adhesive holds it in place. She pulls back on the two white straps, engaging a mechanism in the gag that tightens the outer piece down on my lips even more. She buckles the straps behind my head, pulls them very tight, then as a final measure locks them in place. by stamping the loose straps together with a handheld rivet machine, so they cannot be removed without cutting through them or the rivets.
She then takes the small hand pump and presses the needle into the small hole in the front of the gag, then pumps a few times, inflating the gag inside my mouth, filling it even more, pressing down on my tongue harder, making it impossible to move it. My lips are pressed even more firmly against the outer piece, the adhesive preventing them from being able to pull away from the smooth plastic. The gag has sealed my mouth shut, held my tongue immovable, and made it so I can only breath through the thick foam that fills my mouth and muffles greatly any sounds I might try to make. If I shout at the top of my lungs I can now only manage a pathetic, muffled humming sound. Calling for help is now no longer an option. It is impossible to talk around the gag due to the adhesive seal.
She stuffs the nosepieces way up in my nostrils, pulls the knot in the little strings tight, forcing the to expand outward and ensuring I can't expell them from ny nose, making it impossible to breath through my nose or hum or otherwise make loud noises even with my mouth so securely gagged. What little noise I could make has been even more drastically reduced. I'm forced to remain almost completely silent, no way to make loud noises, or call for help, or call attention to myself, unless the person is within a few feet of me.
Gagged and with my hands tied behind my back, she now takes a very long piece of binding fiber and ties my body harness on. It starts behind my back, goes around front, down between my legs to either side of my exposed genitals, then back up my butt crack like a thong, and from there it wraps horizontally around my body 6 times, 4 below my nipples and 2 above, very tightly, with a line of fiber going up my front along the middle. The top ends move up around my shoulders and behind my neck and end up behind me where she ties them together with several firm knots. She trims the excess off the ends. The body harness wraps my torso tightly and is held in place on both top and bottom, and no matter how I move I can't loosen it or shift it around. It fits me like my own skin. It doesn't restrict my movements at all like the loops tying my wrists, it's just there to provide places to tie other loops to to prevent them from moving around. It also is so tight it's a constant reminder that I'm tied up. I know this is only the beginning, I'm going to be tied up a lot more when she's done. She has told me that it looks good on me as well, that she thinks the harness is really sexy. I do have to admit it completes the effect. Without it my torso seems to have been neglected, the expanse of bare skin without binding cords on it seems out of place.
She takes another long piece of binding cord, and ties my upper arms behind my back together, above my elbows, then cinches the loops tight. My elbows are forced closely together behind my back, so my arms aren't even entirely straight. The cinches pull them a little tighter together also. She ties off the middle of my elbow bondage to the upper body harness knot, so the cords tying my elbows together cannot slip down towards my wrists. My arms are now securely tied tightly behind my back, and there is nothing I can do to work loose. All the loops will stay right where they are, where she wants them to be, no matter what I try to do to move them around. Bit by bit I'm tied more and more tightly, more securely. The anticipation hits me and I'm very aroused now, my penis gets hard. I can't touch it myself but she and I both see it there. I hope she will stroke it or touch it, but she merely snickers and ignores it.
She then takes a short length of cord and ties my wrists off to the body harness loop at my waist, just above my hips, so my wrists are held tight against my body, as my elbows are. My arms are useless behind my back. Now I can't even swing them around to maintain my balance. They're held immobile against my body by the wrists and elbows.
She pulls out the black eye mask with the soft cups that fill my eye sockets and press lightly against my eyes, and with one hand she closes my eyes and with the other she puts the mask over my eyes, then fastens the two ends behind my head, holding the blindfold in place. I'm now blind, can't see a thing. No light gets around the blindfold, and there's nothing I can do to remove it while my hands are tied behind me. She adjusts the straps a little on my head, evening them up, and pulls them a bit tighter before she's satisfied the blindfold too will be staying right where it is, no matter what I might try.
I hear her moving around, and I know she's taking out the second outer blindfold. This one goes around the first one, wrapping it snugly in place, preventing it from moving. I feel her buckle the straps tightly behind my head, and feel the individual pops as she tightens them, then engages the buckling pin. She's done with the blindfold. No rivets this time, the blindfold is only temporary. Where will she be taking me this time?
I feel her move, and then I feel her hands at my throat. I feel as she wraps my throat in my collar, I know she has chosen a black and white checkered wide strip made of stretchy spandex. She fastens it closed at the back of my neck, then buckles the two narrow straps that ring the top and bottom of the collar, tightening them carefully. The sides of the wide collar are first zippered together, then the top buckle is fed through the zipper tab, holding it locked in place so the collar cannot be unzipped. The bottom buckle is there just for symmetry. She has buckled both the top and bottom buckles snugly, and I think the's finished with my collar. But I feel her test how tight the buckles are on my neck, and I feel as she pulls both of the one more notch tighter, so the collar is very snug indeed.
She moves away and back again, and I feel her move down to my feet, and taking my left leg in her hands I feel her lift my foot and she slides a shoe over it, then I feel as the laces are tightened, then tied off. She puts the other shoe on my right foot. I'm wearing shoes without socks now, snugly fitted around my feet, laces pulled tight and tied securely.
She moves away again, and back, and I feel as she clips a leash on the front metal circle of the collar, and tugs quickly up on it, and I rise up on my feet. I lose my balance but she steadies me with one hand. My arms so snugly tied behind my back offer no assistance in maintaining my balance, and the shoes reduce my ability to feel the floor, and blindfolded as I am I can't see when I'm losing my balance. I learn to use the tension on the leash as a guide.
I feel myself led around, and I hear the garage door open. Carefully she takes my arm and helps me down the wooden steps, then I'm walked over to one of the metal garage doors. It's quiet so I know the garage is closed. I hear a click and one of the doors, not the one near me, starts to open. If any bright light is now streaming into the garage I am unable to see it.
With one of her hands holding tight to my leash, holding me in place, I sense that she is looking around outside. Is anyone outside to see us? In a moment I hear another button press and I hear the locks on the car open. Insistently she tugs my collar and drags me along, and I bump against the side of her car. I hear her open the passenger door, and I feel her guide me so I can back into the passenger seat and sit down. She places me against the seat and slaps my legs to get me to lift them in, and she places them together in front of me.
I feel her lean over me and pull something behind the chair over my shoulders and down in front of me. It feels like some sort of straps. It goes down to my waist and I feel her pull something behind me, behind the seat. She then moves away and I hear the rear door on my side open, and I hear her move in and I feel as a belt is tightened around my waist tightly, holding me firmly against the bucket seat. Quickly I feel another belt tighten against my torso, just at my shoulders. These straps are not the car's normal seat belt, they are some form of restraint she has devised to hold me in place against the chair.
She moves back around in front of me in the front seat, and I feel something slide up under my legs and push against the backs of my legs, right at the knees. My legs are forced up and away from my body, but the belts holding me tightly against the seat prevent me from sliding along. Somehow some padded bar is pressing against my legs more and more as she activates some tightening mechanism, probably a worm gear of some sort. She continues tightening it until the bar behind my knees is fighting against the straps holding my body against the seat, and my upper legs are held under tension. Satisfied, the tightening eventually stops.
A moment later I feel as some other belt is passed around my feet. She arranges my feet and ankles so they're close together, and my toes are pointed. The belt pulls back tightly under the seat, forcing my feet together and my feet to remain on my tiptoes. Somehow my ankles and feet are tied in place and I can't move them. In another moment I feel more tension on the padded bar behind my knees, and I feel as my legs are forced apart, so my upper legs make a V that ends at my crotch. I feel very naked and vulnerable now. My knees are now locked in place, pulled apart, and I find I can't move my legs or feet at all. My upper body is held tightly against the seat. I can't move the tiniest bit. I wonder at all this attention to detail. It's as if she wants to remove any conceivable doubt in my mind that escape is impossible. She's going way overboard, I already accepted my helplessness long ago.
Again she moves behind me to the back seat, and I feel her clip something on the ring at the back of my gag, and I feel her pass it back and down to the ring on the back of my collar, and I feel as she tightens this short cord tightly, forcing my head back firmly against the head cushion, making it impossible to move also. I hear as some ratcheting machanism tightens, and then I can sense she's done. I'm firmly held in place, and almost can't move a muscle. I can just barely rock my head a bit to the sides, but that's about it.
I hear both car doors close, and I'm left alone in the car. I hear the locks lock, and the horn beep once -- she has locked the doors so someone outside can't open them easily. A moment later I hear the garage door close. Then I'm left in silence.
Time passes. Perhaps a half hour. Nothing to hear but my own breathing, or the muted calls of birds outside the car. The windows are closed. I try to move, struggle, but can't move at all. I hear a dog bark nearby, realize someone is walking a dog up the street in front of our house. I wonder if they are looking in at me. If they happen to be looking they would see my naked shoulders and head, and the gag and blindfold would be unmistakable, not to mention the white cords wrapping my body or the collar around my neck. I hope that the person has passed without noticing me.
Eventually I hear a door close, guess it's the front door. I hear the locks disengage, and I hear steps outside. The drivers's side door opens, I hear someone get in. It must be her. I hear a key being put in the ignition, I hear the engine start. I hear her buckle her seatbelt. In a moment I feel the car move as she puts it in gear and drives.
A long time passes. I have no clue where she is going. I try to guess the direction, but quickly the turns confuse me and I have no idea. Several hours pass, at least I know that much. She doesn't stop. We travel on highways, high speed.
The car eventually slows, then starts making turns. Then I guess we're on some winding mountain road. Another hour passes. Where is she taking me? At last she pulls the car over, and I can tell she's driving on a dirt road. She drives some distance, slowly and carefully, then pulls the car off to the right and parks. She sits there for a moment, and I can sense she's looking around, outside the car. She unbuckles her seatbelt, takes the keys, opens the door, gets out. She closes the door behind her.
More minutes pass. I hear her walking around outside, sometimes the crunch of walking on gravel or sand. I hear her footsteps recede. Some minutes later she returns. I hear the trunk open, and she pulls something out, then slams it shut again. Steps, then I hear the door next to me open.
Gradually I feel the straps holding me in place loosen and moved away. In a few minutes I'm free. She slaps my ankles and pulls on them, she wants me to rotate and step out of the car. I comply. She clips the leash onto the front of my collar again, and drags me up outside the car, standing next to it. Naked, gagged, blindfolded, completely tied up. I have no idea where I am or what is in store for me.
I feel her turn me around so my back is to her. I hear her pick up something from the ground, and I feel as straps are placed around my shoulders, and some weight is rested on them. She turns me around again so I'm facing her, and I feel her hands buckle the straps in front together. So now the straps on what I know is a large and heavy backpack cannot slide off my shoulders, even though my arms are not fed through them.
I feel her tighten the shoulder straps evenly. I then feel her reach down at my waist and she buckles a belt around me, just above my hips, and pulls it tight. The backpack is now strapped on me, she clearly intends for me to do the carrying.
I hear the locks lock on the car, but she's careful not to cause the horn to beep. Clearly she's taking me for a walk now. She tugs the leash at my throat and I follow awkwardly along behind. Stones on the path trip me up and I have to dance around to regain balance, but she only jerks on my leash and hurries me along. She never says a word. And certainly I can't speak to her.
I can tell she's taking me on a trail. At times we cross narrow wooden bridges. There are occasional breezes. It feels cool and shady, I can't feel direct sun on my skin except on rare occasions. We walk for a long time. Then at some point she stops and pauses. I hear voices, a man and a woman I think. They are getting closer. She grabs my arm firmly, holding me in place, and I wonder what she's going to do. In the end she does nothing, just stands there, holding onto me. The voices get louder and louder, still talking. I hear their footsteps, then suddenly they stop and the talking stops also. There is a moment of silence, then I hear my captor say, "Hello. Don't mind us, we're just playing a game. He's my boyfriend."
There is another long pause, and then I hear a woman's voice, she sounds like she's in her 20's. I hear her ask, "Is he really tied up? Did you tie him up like that?" She says yes, she tied me up like that, I'm really tied up and can't get loose. She says again it's just a game we play sometimes. She then starts to lead me away. The man speaks. "Hey buddy, are you ok? Are you really going along with this out of your own free will?" I pause, wondering what I should do. I've actually gotten a bit scared, I have no idea where she has taken me or what's going to happen next. I just know it is very far from home. As I'm wondering what I should do, she answers for me. "It's just a game we play, he asked me to tie him up like this. It's sort of a birthday present we have planned. He's ok with it, don't worry about him. She continues leading me further along the path. Evidently the man is satisfied, he says nothing more. I hear the woman speak. "Well, I hope you enjoy your present. But maybe the present is more for your girlfriend than for you, you look sexy all tied up like that!"
We continue walking, but I don't hear any more footsteps from behind us, so I assume they're standing there watching us as we walk along the path. She mutters into my ear, "They're standing there staring after us. It's a good thing you didn't try to get them to help you. In the end I'd have explained everything to them and they would have left you alone, under my control, but you would have made me angry and I would have had to think up something special to do to you as punishment for trying to get away."
Then we turn in a new direction and walk for many minutes, and I'm certain the other couple is gone now. If there was a chance of getting help from them it is lost forever now. We pause.
I hear some sound of a gate opening and closing, latching behind us as we pass through. We walk for several more minutes. Then she pulls me sideways, and I feel she's leading me up a steep incline. We're now leaving the trail or roadway, which was probably on someone's private property. We're probably in some national forest somewhere.
She leads me up the steep hill. It is difficult for me to maintain my balance. There is no smooth path, I feel we're crossing clumps of grass. I feel pine needles under my feet, even through my shoes. Always climbing. Occasionally we go sideways. I bump against something and realize it is a large boulder. Another time I brush against a tree trunk. Where are we and where is she taking me? What does she have in mind? All I can gather is that this place is very, very isolated and deserted, and with every step we're getting further off the beaten path. Clearly wherever we are going there won't be any chance of someone happening upon us by accident. I shudder at how helpless I am, how dependent I am not on her for my life. I am completely in her power without even the hope of getting loose or of getting help.
Higher and higher. No trail to follow. No trail that someone else will follow either. We've gone cross country in some isolated forest somewhere I have no idea where. Higher and higher. Finally I feel the ground level out some, and the going is easier. At last we stop. Leaving me standing, she unbuckles the backpack and removes it from me. I hear zippers opening, straps unbuckled. I hear the sounds of fiber rubbing against fiber. I hear noises behind me, something is placed on the ground. Then I feel her grasp my arms and guide me to move slightly backwards, and she pushes down, indicating I'm to bend my knees and sit. I find there is one of those foldable lawn chairs underneath me, but it only has the seat, nothing to support the back. I sit down in it and center myself, my naked rear sticking to the strong nylon fabric.
I hear her move more, more sounds of zippers and unpacking, and then the sound of scissors cutting. She's probably cutting more binding fiber. I feel her hands at my legs, pushing them together, then sliding down them to my ankles, pressing them closely together, and I keep them that way. I feel as she coils the fiber around my ankles, then cinches it tight, then ties some tight knots. I hear her cut more fiber, and next she ties my upper legs together just above the knees, and cinches them tight also. Again she cuts more fiber, and this time she ties my legs together just below my knees, cinching them tightly as well, and tying firm knots on the front, out of reach of my gloved hands behind my back. My legs are tied up now as well. I shudder involuntarily as I realize there is no way I can hope to safely get back to civilization or help if she leaves me like this. Hopping around on that steep slope would be a recipe for disaster, it would only be a matter of time before I lost my balance and footing and tumbled down the hill, rolling along like a sausage.
It's clear that whatever she has planned for me, it's going to take place right where we are, otherwise she wouldn't have bothered to tie my legs together. Having tied my legs I know there won't be any more walking, for me at least, for a while. I further assume my legs will remain tied for the duration, otherwise she wouldn't have bothered with them. I wonder what she has planned for me. It seems as though she has put a lot of planning into this, and has gone to a lot of preparation. She never hesitated as she led us along to where we are. She must have been familiar with the area. Maybe she even scoped it out when she had a chance, some time ago, just for when she had the opportunity to have me completely under her control for an extended period.
One final sound of cutting fiber, and I feel as my legs are pulled out and my feet rested on my heels. I feel her wrap fiber around my shoes, holding them together, then she cinches them. I feel as she draws the knots tight, then feeds the ends up to my ankle tie and ties them off, so the coils tying my feet together can't be worked off. My feet are tied snugly together as well. Why? Seems excessive. But there's nothing I can do about it, nor can I argue the point. But I realize it is further evidence that my legs are going to remain tied throughout whatever experience she has planned for me. Again I shudder involuntarily. I'm starting to get scared, this is turning out to be a lot more than I had expected. The fact that I have no idea what's coming next is starting to really disturb me. I'm wondering if there is any way I can signal her that I've had enough, that I'm not enjoying this, that I want her to untie me and take us home. But I can't think of any way. I try a few tentative yelps into the gag, trying to get her attention, trying to signal that I'm trying to communicate. She only ignores me. I try making noises to comunicate for several minutes but she merely continues in her work, giving me no indication she can even hear me. I wonder if she's wearing headphones. Then I remember she had asked to borrow my portable mp3 player this morning. She must be listening to music or something and can't hear me at all. So even if she were willing to try to communicate, she's evidently unable to hear me. I try a few shouts, absolutely as loud as I can, but still nothing changes in her behaviour. I give up, feeling a sense of hopeless despair sinking down on me. I feel panic coming on but I manage to keep it under control, telling myself I can trust her completely. We love each other very much, don't we? She'd never do anything to really harm me, would she? I try to work up as much confidence in her as I can. As I continue to think, she has moved off and is no longer close by, but I hear her moving around.
For a long time I am left alone, sitting on the chair. I hear her moving around, unpacking things from the backpack. I hear as she spreads things out on the ground nearby. I hear the sound of a hammer or mallot hammering something into the ground. I hear grinding, rubbing sounds and her grunting, as if something is being forced to rub against the earth. The sounds of her work continue for a long time. Whatever she's up to it seems to be quite elaborate. Has she put up a tent? I have no idea.
After perhaps an hour, I sense her approach me. I feel as some soft, thick tube is fed up behind my back, under where the elbow ties are tied to my body harness, and the ends fed around in front up around my shoulders and back down behind again. I feel as she somehow feeds the loose ends into the middle of the tube behind my back, and I feel the tube tighten up on me. I hear her grunting. The thick padded loops wrap my upper body tightly, around my shoulders, and eventually she's satisfied they are tight enough. I feel her tie knots in some long cord. Sometimes I feel the loose ends bump against parts of my body.
Next I feel her at my wrists, and some cord is fed around the wrist cinch and back up. Then for a long time I feel her doing knot work behind me, and I can only guess what she's up to. Finally she finishes, and I hear as some loose ends of rope or binding fiber are cut off. She then moves around, gathering up things on the ground, and I hear her toss the backpack or some other large object off some distance. I hear her step up to me, and I feel her tug on the leash, and I rise to my feet. I'm caught off balance, but now I can't even step around as my legs and feet are firmly tied together. I'm forced to quickly hop around to get my balance. I feel her hand on my body, steadying me. She then tugs me in some direction, and I hop along as she clearly intends for me to do.
Perhaps 6 or 8 yards away I feel something has changed in the ground, it feels more smooth and uniform. She stops me, then taps my shoulders down, indicating I'm to squat down. I do so, balanced on my folded legs underneath me. Unexpectedly as I'm very low to the ground I feel her tug my shoulders back and I tumble backwards to the ground onto my butt, but I'm unhurt. I extend my tied legs a little in front of me and sit up a bit straighter. I feel a bit sorry for myself at the rough treatment she just gave me, jerking me around as if she's clearly no longer even putting up a pretense of patience. She seems to be in a hurry now, and the course way she's shoving me around and yanking on my leash don't reduce my sense of increasing dread. It flashes to me that she might not actually be planning on staying with me, wherever we are. I shudder at the thought of her leaving me alone here, and I quickly have to put it out of my mind before I'm overwhelmed by panic.
I then feel as she grasps the cords behind my back, and I hear her doing more knot work. I hear knots tied and tightened firmly. I feel tugs against my wrists and upper body, against the thick padded tube that tightly wraps my shoulders. Eventually she completes her work, and I hear her cutting with her scissors. I feel her hands on the front of my throat, and I can tell she has unclipped the leash from the front metal ring on my collar. I hear as she coils the leash up around her hand.
She then moves off. I hear her moving around, bending down, picking up items. I hear her return to the backpack, I hear the sounds of her stuffing things into it. I hear zippers. I hear fabric on fabric. I hear her packing up to go. Where am I? Is she going to leave me here alone after all? Where am I? Will she take off the blindfold at least? I don't hope for her to remove the gag or untie my legs, or even my feet. But can I hope she'll take the blindfold off me and let me see my predicament?
At last she's done tidying up. I hear her heft the backpack up and I know she's putting it on herself. I hear her snap the shoulder straps together and tighten them, then she tightens the belt around her waist. Then I hear as she steps close to me. She squats down. I feel her fingers at the back of my head. She releases the outer blindfold, and I notice how different it feels now that the tension is released. She then tucks the blindfold into a side pouch she can reach on the backpack. I feel her fingers again behind my head, and I feel as she unfastens the soft padded eye blindfold, and pulls it away from my eyes.
I blink in the sudden light, too bright for me to open my eyes wide. I must squint as they adjust. It takes a few moments to focus. She has stood up and is standing a few feet away from me, staring down at me. Her hands are empty, she must have already tucked the 2nd blindfold away in some pouch. I look at her thin, lithe body as she stands there before me, I see she's wearing some tight spandex swimsuit, very high cut, that makes her legs look long. She's wearing the same kind of sneakers she put on my feet, also laced tightly, also without socks. Her arms are bare. Her swimsuit is very narrow in front, barely covers her private parts. It goes down between her legs and obviously stays narrow and as a thong, before joining up around her waist to another part of the swimsuit in front.
Seeing me staring at her, she slowly turns around, so I can see her behind. The swimsuit leaves her back completely bare, except for some straps that hold the front part tight against her body. And the back is a thong, her butt cheeks are exposed and beautiful. She knows my tastes, I've never seen her wearing this particular suit, but I like it. I wonder if she was dressed like this when we met the other couple. She sees my eyes roaming her body and clothing and somehow she guesses my thoughts. "This is all the clothing I brought for myself, I was wearing this when we met those other people. They didn't look at me at all though, they were staring at you the whole time. There isn't even any other clothing in the car. You're naked, I'm wearing this. Sort of seemed fair, at least it did to me."
"Of course, even though this is all I'm wearing, it's more than I brought for you to wear. You'll have to be content wearing the cords, your gag, your collar, and your shoes. Sorry there is nothing to cover your groin. But take my word for it your outfit looks good on you. I'll never get tired of seeing a well built man artistically tied up and gagged."
She pauses and looks around, and looks off into the distance, admiring the view.
She turns to face me again, then stands gazing at me for several minutes. As if on an afterthought, she reaches around to a side pouch of the backpack and pulls out a camera, and walking around me to various places she takes several photos of me. I rise up into a kneeling position, and am jerked to a stop by the cords at my wrists and shoulders. I realize I'm tethered in place by a short cord. She keeps snapping pictures as I lose all interest in her and in a panic examine my situation. I find I'm resting on a large white canvas cloth that has been pulled out tight at 6 points and tied by cords to stakes pounded into the ground. Looking down and behind as best as I can, I see I'm tethered by my arms behind my back by some cord that ends in some round hole in the center of the smooth cloth. The cord is thick and is probably tied to my shoulder and wrist loops, the ones she spent so much time tying just right. I find I can't get a look at most of her work, I can only guess at how I'm held tied in place.
All I know for sure is a cord is firmly attached deep into the ground at the exact center of the large cloth I'm resting on, and clearly the other end is tied to me. I see no knots at all. I tug against the tether, find it has no give at all. Somehow she has drilled some long pole into the ground and that keeps me securely in place. She notes my curiosity and my efforts to see how she has tied me, and she obliges by snapping several photos of me from behind, then holds the camera up and permits me to see the pictures on the large viewscreen. I see images of myself, naked, gagged, very securely tied up, and I see she has tied an elaborate harness that goes from the tight, thick padded tubes that encircle my shoulders, where they are all tied together right in the small of my back, to a narrower cord that extends down to my wrists. This length of cord is loose, but it is tied on the top to my shoulder harness and on the bottom to my wrists, and I can see from a closeup she generously took that in the middle there is tied some elaborate loops, right at the level of my elbows, and firm, strong knots are tied through these loops and the tether cord extends from them down into the pipe drilled deeply in the ground underneath me. It's impossible to see how the hidden end of the tether is tied off, but I have no doubts at all that she has done it in a way that will make it impossible to detach that end. I'm securely tethered in place.
I pull experimentally, and I find as I pull first the top part of the cord tied to my shoulder harness tightens up, then the bottom part tightens up, and I feel tension at my shoulders and at my wrists. But with my arms tied tightly together and to my body, Nothing has much give to it and so I can't move around much at all. I'm tied in place by a short leash fastened to my wrists and shoulders, and it seems clear that no matter how hard I pull I won't be able to break free. With mounting fear the thought occurs to me that she does seem to be planning on leaving me here, alone. Why else would she have put the backpack on? I am hit with a panic attack and I start to shake uncontrollably. She appears not to notice and continues going through the photos she has taken of me. The panic attack fades away and the shaking stops. But somehow I know she is going to leave me here as I am, tied up and gagged and tethered in place with no hope of rescue or of anyone happening upon me by accident.
Eventually she tires of showing me the photos, and she turns the camera off and puts it away. She then looks down at me and pulls out a plastic water bottle, and offers it to me. I shake my head as I'm not thirsty, but she bends down and says, "You'd better have a good, long drink, just to play it safe. I'll hold the bottle for you and you suck the water through the foam of the gag." With that she kneels in front of me and holds my head by the back of the gag with one hand and gradually empties the water bottle against the foam of the gag, where it is absorbed, and I suck it into my mouth and swallow it as she suggested. It appears I'm being cooperative, but the reality is if I don't suck the water up and swallow up I won't be able to breath, as I can't inhale through my nose. She pauses regularly for me to gasp for air before she continues. I note the bottle is a full liter and it was completely full when she pulled it out, and it is clear she intends to force me to drink it all down. It is a struggle but I manage to take it all. She holds the empty bottle up in front of my eyes as she screws the top back on and releases her hold on the gag, and says, "Good boy! Best not to go too long without water."
She stands up for a moment as she tucks the empty bottle away into a pocket somewhere. After looking around again, she bends down and gives me a kiss on my forehead, and winks at me, and gives me a little nod before turning around and moving off down the hill. I try to scream after her, to beg her not to leave me like this, alone, someplace where clearly no one will find me, somewhere I have no idea where I am. If she hears my muted sounds she gives no indication. I watch her bouncy steps down the hill, admiring her beautiful, thin legs. She recedes further and further down the hill, becoming smaller and smaller. I realize I'm in a wooded area on the top of an isolated hill, and I'm somewhat hidden by trees except on the side she's leaving on. I can watch her for a long time, and I do, as she gets smaller and smaller. She never turns back to look at me.
At last she passes into the treeline and she's almost impossible to see, but for a few moments I can see movement through the trees, but then not even that. She is gone. She has left me alone, naked in the wilderness, tied up, gagged, tethered in place. Escape is impossible. Only she can rescue me, as only she knows where I am. It's obvious that months or years probably pass without anyone coming within a half mile of where I am. It is completely isolated. Gagged as I am I can't even scream out for help. I know escape is impossible for me, that I'll be right where I am until she decides to come set me free. And if she doesn't come back I'm a dead man. I would starve to death right here or die of dehydration. The thought is unthinkable, yet I find myself returning to it. Is this some elaborate murder scheme she has planned? If so I can't see any holes in it.
I stare at the place where she vanished for a long time, absently tugging against my bonds, trying to loosen them up, but I achieve nothing at all. I keep staring after her, hoping to see her reappear. She can't really be serious, can she? She can't really intend to leave me here alone like this? This has to be some elaborate joke, right?
A long time passes. She doesn't reappear. I give up looking for her, and gaze around. I see farmhouses way off in the distance. Far away I see a wide road, probably some interstate. Movement catches my eye, I see a white car on a distant, narrow road. I realize with a shock that it's her car. She's driving away. Now the car replaces her, I stare helplessly at it as it recedes along the winding road, now and then visible, longer and longer hidden by the hills. At last it turns around a final bend and it's gone as well. I gaze at the point for a few minutes, but then give up hope that I'll see the car returning. I know she really is going to leave me alone. Only she knows for how long. Or if she'll return at all. What if she gets in some accident while driving? My survival utterly depends on hers. There's no backup. I find myself struggling against panic about how easy things could go horribly wrong with what I thought was going to be a delightful bondage experience. After all it is my birthday. This is her gift? An extended period of helpless anxiety? I'm horrified. The sexual excitement I usually experience from bondage play has vanished completely. Whatever this is, it doesn't feel like play. Suddenly it's the real thing. Life and death. I struggle against panic.
I think of how long the drive was up here, many hours. In horror I realize she's probably going home now, which means that it will take hours for her to get home, then more hours for her to return, even if she decides to. I realize that I will be left tied up and naked as I am for at the very least 8 or 10 hours now, and possibly much longer. Once she gets home, who can say when she'll decide to come get me?
I recall her saying she had plans for tonight, a Friday. She is going to have some fun with her girlfriends, and she said she was going to sleep over at one of their places tonight. Then I realize that she had told me she was going to be gone the whole weekend, and would likely get back late Sunday, and she said she'd miss me. These words came back to me only now, and I realized it was Tuesday that she had told me her plans, and I had not thought much of it, had only muttered, "That's great baby-doll, have a fun time!" I had been immediately thinking that her being gone I'd have the weekend free to myself, and I'd find some of the guys and we'd have a party of our own. So I wasn't too bothered that she'd be gone the whole weekend. And then I remembered that it was only Friday morning that she had giggled and suggested that we play our little tie up game, and that she had thought of a nice surprise for me but I had to agree to go along with everything she demanded otherwise it wouldn't work out as well as she hoped it would.
And she had had such a pouty expression that I melted and agreed to be hers to do with as she wished. That was just this morning, in fact, seemingly a spontaneous idea of hers to play some tie-up game with me, but I now realized in horror that the whole thing had been planned by her, probably since Tuesday or even before. I cursed myself for not using my wits and figuring out her game. It never occured to me that our bondage play wouldn't last more than a few hours, or that anything would happen that would prevent my weekend I'd set up with the guys. I felt like a fool. I recalled then that yesterday she had asked me if I had any plans for the weekend, and I had told her I'd called up some of the guys and we were going to meet up and have a few beers. She said she was glad, she was worried I'd be bored while she was gone. I remember I even smirked a little as she said that, as I imagined the guys and I oggling dancers at a strip club we used to go to. I was too caught up in my own thoughts to notice she had a sort of smirk on her on face as well.
It was clear now what she had decided to do. Here it was early summer, with temperatures as mild as they can be, lows in the 70's, highs in the upper 80's, even in the hills, and mild enough so that a person could sleep outside without shelter or covering. She had decided to tie me up, blindfold me, and drive me to this deserted spot and leave me tethered in place, naked, gagged, and unable to get free, while she had a great weekend alone with her girlfriends. I became enraged at the thought. I knew the whole time she was having fun, dancing, clubbing, partying with her old college friends, reliving old memories, she'd know I was alone and conveniently out of the way, tied up, naked, gagged, where she knew I would remain, safely tucked away, until she decided to come get me.
I imagined her even telling her girlfriends what she had done to me. Then it occured to me, her friends were all married also. Might this have been something all of them cooked up to play a trick on their husbands? Maybe each of them had tied up her man and left him safely tucked away somewhere out of the way. I felt some comfort in that thought, that at least maybe I wasn't as alone as I felt. Possibly some other guys were even now coming to grips with a similiar predicament.
Maybe all the girls would laugh together and joke about their trick. Then in horror I remembered all the pictures she had taken! She was almost certainly going to show them to her friends! They'd all have a laugh at my expense. The pictures she had taken showed everything, I was completely exposed in most of them, my erect penis clearly visible. The thought of her letting her friends see these naked pictures of me that I had assumed would only be seen by the two of us filled me with shame and anger. Briefly I hoped she'd first cut out the pictures that showed any nudity, but I knew that was just wishful thinking. I'd heard the stories she'd told about what she and her friends did for fun. She would have no problem at all showing them naked pictures of her man, all tied up and alone. She'd even insist they look at them I realized. I knew her friends, we met with some regularity. I wondered how I would face them the next time we met, knowing they'd seen me helpless and completely exposed.
With a shudder I realized she'd probably even give them copies of the pictures. I wondered how I'd be able to look any of them in the eyes again. I felt so completely violated and exposed, humiliated in front of them. Again I felt a wave of anger towards her for doing this to me. Somehow I'd have to get even with her.
I tried to recall any more details of what her plans had been this weekend, but none came to mind. Only that she had said she'd probably be back by Sunday evening. But even so, that might mean she'd be home Sunday evening, and she might decide to enjoy a nice relaxing night at home, and come get me in the morning. Here it was, Friday around 2 PM I'd guess, and in all likelihood I couldn't hope for release until sometime Monday about this same time.
For a long time I tugged against the tether, trying to pull it loose from the pipe in the ground, trying to rock the pipe sideways, trying to get it to slide up and out. I tugged and tugged until my muscles were sore and the cords bit into me. But there was not even the tiniest hint of progress. The pipe I was tethered to was so deep and so firmly bored into the ground that I could never work it loose.
I tentatively tried screaming, but the gag was so effective I knew even someone a few yards off probably couldn't hear me outside here. I looked around for anything I might be able to use, and realized the strong canvas fabric extended out from where I was tethered so far that I couldn't reach anything outside it with any part of my body. I tried rubbing some of the cords that bound me against the fabric, but it was smooth and not abrasive, and so the cords would not be injured unless I was prepared to rub against them for weeks or longer -- clearly a period so long I'd have died of thirst or starvation long before.
I tried to work the gag free, but had no success there, it was so firmly strapped around my head and the mouthpiece glued in place that it was effectively a part of my body now.
I tried moving my legs against each other, to try to loosen the cords that tied them together, but had no luck. I tried working the loops that tied my feet together off, but that didn't work either. I realized with my wrists and shoulders tethered behind my back to the pipe, even if I managed to work my legs and feet loose I still couldn't get away. I wondered what was her point in tying my legs? Maybe just to excite her that much more, imagining me so completely tied up, unable even to freely move my legs.
I resigned myself to a very long wait. The sun slowly crept across the sky. I admired the view, often looking to where the car had turned around that last bend, hoping to see her car returning. Instead I saw no cars at all, no sign of human activity no matter where I looked. Even the farmhouse I could see appeared to be either abandoned or else used only occasionally. It looked run down and had the sign of being occupied seldom or not at all. And no other nearby houses or structures were visible no matter where I looked.
Somehow she had found what must have been the most isolated spot anywhere within 5 hours of our home. I can't remember having felt so totally alone and helpless. Hour after hour passed while I remained naked, bound, gagged, tethered in place. I moved around somewhat often, rolling over onto one side or the other or sitting up, drawing my legs up to my body or stretching them out again. Behind me I could see nothing but the summit of the hill I was on, and the sky above it, obscured by trees. Gradually I got used to being tied up and learned the limits of my movement so the cords wouldn't bite into me as much. Even so they were tight enough that it was impossible to stop feeling them, especially the body harness and my elbow ties, and the gag. As much as I tried to let my mind wander and think of other things to pass the time, my consciousness kept getting pulled back to the reality of my predicament and each time I'd be forced to experience the intimate, tight cords wrapping my entire body so completely. My penis was almost constantly erect and I found I was almost constantly in a sexually aroused state. I'd absently tug against my bonds but I knew escape was completely impossible. My situation was utterly hopeless.
The shadows lengthened more and more. Some squirrel or chipmunk hopped around into view. As I turned to look at it, it was startled by the movement and my presence and stood up staring at me. I stared back. After a moment it lost interest and continued hunting around for food. Evidently it had decided I was not a threat to be concerned with. I continued watching it, thankful for the distraction, until it hopped out of site behind some trees and was gone. I wished I could follow it, but it was free and I was not. Why had I agreed to go along with this? I was tormented by thoughts of regret, of how stupid I had been. If only could get a second chance! But life doesn't give you any do-overs. Not when it matters. The past is the past. I had made my choices. Now I had no option but to see how my future played out.
Occasionally birds flew by. I saw no airplanes of any kind flying overhead. No more cars appeared on the road. I wondered about the couple we had met, then decided they had probably gone back to their own car and had left already. I briefly wondered if they might get curious as to what had happened to us, and whether they might consider coming back to look around. But I realized that there would be no chance of them finding me, I could easily see that she had led us far off any path or trail and I was not visible where I was to anyone walking along one. Nor could I hope to call for help even if I was able to see other people, gagged as effectively as I was. Even if someone knew I was around here somewhere and was calling out my name, I'd be unable to answer or attract their attention. The thought of it, of people I knew out looking for me, close enough that I could hear them calling, yet just not quite being lucky enough to happen upon me by chance, and then the sounds of them giving up and moving off somewhere else, continuing to search, and knowing that as close as they had been there would have been no way I could make enough noise to lead them to me.
She pulls out the hand glove and puts it on my hands after she cups one of my hands in the other. She places my thumbs together and slides the special tube built into the glove over them so they will be held together. She works the snug glove over my balled hands and then pulls the two strings tight, tying them off so the opening is snug around my wrists. She then takes the ends and winds them around my wrist cords, and tightens them up and ties several knots, so the glove will be held in place and can't be worked off my hands.
She then tightens up the laces on the back side of the glove, wrapping it even more snugly around my hands, ensuring I can't move them or use them for any useful purpose whatsoever (say to get loose). My hands are now tied completely. I know I can't possibly get loose without help, and even if I had a knife or scissors it would be almost impossible, since my gloved hands are now useless for grabbing anything, and my thumbs are cinched together and prevented from virtually any movement at all.
She goes to the kitchen and returns with a glass of water and 3 pills, which she puts in my waiting mouth, and helps me to drink them down. Adderall, 30mg. Heightens the sexual intensity of the experience. She checks inside my mouth to make sure I've swallowed them. She sets down the glass of water and gets the bottle of clear adhesive liquid, opens it and dabs it around my lips as I keep my mouth closed. She closes the bottle then gets the gag.
She unwraps the gag and presents it to me, I open my mouth and permit her to stuff the foam mouthpiece inside, filling my mouth and pressing down on my tongue. She carefully presses the outside piece against my lips as I cup them around the oval shaped piece in my mouth, making sure the gag is placed correctly around my mouth. Satisfied, she pushes firmly, the adhesive holds it in place. She pulls back on the two white straps, engaging a mechanism in the gag that tightens the outer piece down on my lips even more. She buckles the straps behind my head, pulls them very tight, then as a final measure locks them in place. by stamping the loose straps together with a handheld rivet machine, so they cannot be removed without cutting through them or the rivets.
She then takes the small hand pump and presses the needle into the small hole in the front of the gag, then pumps a few times, inflating the gag inside my mouth, filling it even more, pressing down on my tongue harder, making it impossible to move it. My lips are pressed even more firmly against the outer piece, the adhesive preventing them from being able to pull away from the smooth plastic. The gag has sealed my mouth shut, held my tongue immovable, and made it so I can only breath through the thick foam that fills my mouth and muffles greatly any sounds I might try to make. If I shout at the top of my lungs I can now only manage a pathetic, muffled humming sound. Calling for help is now no longer an option. It is impossible to talk around the gag due to the adhesive seal.
She stuffs the nosepieces way up in my nostrils, pulls the knot in the little strings tight, forcing the to expand outward and ensuring I can't expell them from ny nose, making it impossible to breath through my nose or hum or otherwise make loud noises even with my mouth so securely gagged. What little noise I could make has been even more drastically reduced. I'm forced to remain almost completely silent, no way to make loud noises, or call for help, or call attention to myself, unless the person is within a few feet of me.
Gagged and with my hands tied behind my back, she now takes a very long piece of binding fiber and ties my body harness on. It starts behind my back, goes around front, down between my legs to either side of my exposed genitals, then back up my butt crack like a thong, and from there it wraps horizontally around my body 6 times, 4 below my nipples and 2 above, very tightly, with a line of fiber going up my front along the middle. The top ends move up around my shoulders and behind my neck and end up behind me where she ties them together with several firm knots. She trims the excess off the ends. The body harness wraps my torso tightly and is held in place on both top and bottom, and no matter how I move I can't loosen it or shift it around. It fits me like my own skin. It doesn't restrict my movements at all like the loops tying my wrists, it's just there to provide places to tie other loops to to prevent them from moving around. It also is so tight it's a constant reminder that I'm tied up. I know this is only the beginning, I'm going to be tied up a lot more when she's done. She has told me that it looks good on me as well, that she thinks the harness is really sexy. I do have to admit it completes the effect. Without it my torso seems to have been neglected, the expanse of bare skin without binding cords on it seems out of place.
She takes another long piece of binding cord, and ties my upper arms behind my back together, above my elbows, then cinches the loops tight. My elbows are forced closely together behind my back, so my arms aren't even entirely straight. The cinches pull them a little tighter together also. She ties off the middle of my elbow bondage to the upper body harness knot, so the cords tying my elbows together cannot slip down towards my wrists. My arms are now securely tied tightly behind my back, and there is nothing I can do to work loose. All the loops will stay right where they are, where she wants them to be, no matter what I try to do to move them around. Bit by bit I'm tied more and more tightly, more securely. The anticipation hits me and I'm very aroused now, my penis gets hard. I can't touch it myself but she and I both see it there. I hope she will stroke it or touch it, but she merely snickers and ignores it.
She then takes a short length of cord and ties my wrists off to the body harness loop at my waist, just above my hips, so my wrists are held tight against my body, as my elbows are. My arms are useless behind my back. Now I can't even swing them around to maintain my balance. They're held immobile against my body by the wrists and elbows.
She pulls out the black eye mask with the soft cups that fill my eye sockets and press lightly against my eyes, and with one hand she closes my eyes and with the other she puts the mask over my eyes, then fastens the two ends behind my head, holding the blindfold in place. I'm now blind, can't see a thing. No light gets around the blindfold, and there's nothing I can do to remove it while my hands are tied behind me. She adjusts the straps a little on my head, evening them up, and pulls them a bit tighter before she's satisfied the blindfold too will be staying right where it is, no matter what I might try.
I hear her moving around, and I know she's taking out the second outer blindfold. This one goes around the first one, wrapping it snugly in place, preventing it from moving. I feel her buckle the straps tightly behind my head, and feel the individual pops as she tightens them, then engages the buckling pin. She's done with the blindfold. No rivets this time, the blindfold is only temporary. Where will she be taking me this time?
I feel her move, and then I feel her hands at my throat. I feel as she wraps my throat in my collar, I know she has chosen a black and white checkered wide strip made of stretchy spandex. She fastens it closed at the back of my neck, then buckles the two narrow straps that ring the top and bottom of the collar, tightening them carefully. The sides of the wide collar are first zippered together, then the top buckle is fed through the zipper tab, holding it locked in place so the collar cannot be unzipped. The bottom buckle is there just for symmetry. She has buckled both the top and bottom buckles snugly, and I think the's finished with my collar. But I feel her test how tight the buckles are on my neck, and I feel as she pulls both of the one more notch tighter, so the collar is very snug indeed.
She moves away and back again, and I feel her move down to my feet, and taking my left leg in her hands I feel her lift my foot and she slides a shoe over it, then I feel as the laces are tightened, then tied off. She puts the other shoe on my right foot. I'm wearing shoes without socks now, snugly fitted around my feet, laces pulled tight and tied securely.
She moves away again, and back, and I feel as she clips a leash on the front metal circle of the collar, and tugs quickly up on it, and I rise up on my feet. I lose my balance but she steadies me with one hand. My arms so snugly tied behind my back offer no assistance in maintaining my balance, and the shoes reduce my ability to feel the floor, and blindfolded as I am I can't see when I'm losing my balance. I learn to use the tension on the leash as a guide.
I feel myself led around, and I hear the garage door open. Carefully she takes my arm and helps me down the wooden steps, then I'm walked over to one of the metal garage doors. It's quiet so I know the garage is closed. I hear a click and one of the doors, not the one near me, starts to open. If any bright light is now streaming into the garage I am unable to see it.
With one of her hands holding tight to my leash, holding me in place, I sense that she is looking around outside. Is anyone outside to see us? In a moment I hear another button press and I hear the locks on the car open. Insistently she tugs my collar and drags me along, and I bump against the side of her car. I hear her open the passenger door, and I feel her guide me so I can back into the passenger seat and sit down. She places me against the seat and slaps my legs to get me to lift them in, and she places them together in front of me.
I feel her lean over me and pull something behind the chair over my shoulders and down in front of me. It feels like some sort of straps. It goes down to my waist and I feel her pull something behind me, behind the seat. She then moves away and I hear the rear door on my side open, and I hear her move in and I feel as a belt is tightened around my waist tightly, holding me firmly against the bucket seat. Quickly I feel another belt tighten against my torso, just at my shoulders. These straps are not the car's normal seat belt, they are some form of restraint she has devised to hold me in place against the chair.
She moves back around in front of me in the front seat, and I feel something slide up under my legs and push against the backs of my legs, right at the knees. My legs are forced up and away from my body, but the belts holding me tightly against the seat prevent me from sliding along. Somehow some padded bar is pressing against my legs more and more as she activates some tightening mechanism, probably a worm gear of some sort. She continues tightening it until the bar behind my knees is fighting against the straps holding my body against the seat, and my upper legs are held under tension. Satisfied, the tightening eventually stops.
A moment later I feel as some other belt is passed around my feet. She arranges my feet and ankles so they're close together, and my toes are pointed. The belt pulls back tightly under the seat, forcing my feet together and my feet to remain on my tiptoes. Somehow my ankles and feet are tied in place and I can't move them. In another moment I feel more tension on the padded bar behind my knees, and I feel as my legs are forced apart, so my upper legs make a V that ends at my crotch. I feel very naked and vulnerable now. My knees are now locked in place, pulled apart, and I find I can't move my legs or feet at all. My upper body is held tightly against the seat. I can't move the tiniest bit. I wonder at all this attention to detail. It's as if she wants to remove any conceivable doubt in my mind that escape is impossible. She's going way overboard, I already accepted my helplessness long ago.
Again she moves behind me to the back seat, and I feel her clip something on the ring at the back of my gag, and I feel her pass it back and down to the ring on the back of my collar, and I feel as she tightens this short cord tightly, forcing my head back firmly against the head cushion, making it impossible to move also. I hear as some ratcheting machanism tightens, and then I can sense she's done. I'm firmly held in place, and almost can't move a muscle. I can just barely rock my head a bit to the sides, but that's about it.
I hear both car doors close, and I'm left alone in the car. I hear the locks lock, and the horn beep once -- she has locked the doors so someone outside can't open them easily. A moment later I hear the garage door close. Then I'm left in silence.
Time passes. Perhaps a half hour. Nothing to hear but my own breathing, or the muted calls of birds outside the car. The windows are closed. I try to move, struggle, but can't move at all. I hear a dog bark nearby, realize someone is walking a dog up the street in front of our house. I wonder if they are looking in at me. If they happen to be looking they would see my naked shoulders and head, and the gag and blindfold would be unmistakable, not to mention the white cords wrapping my body or the collar around my neck. I hope that the person has passed without noticing me.
Eventually I hear a door close, guess it's the front door. I hear the locks disengage, and I hear steps outside. The drivers's side door opens, I hear someone get in. It must be her. I hear a key being put in the ignition, I hear the engine start. I hear her buckle her seatbelt. In a moment I feel the car move as she puts it in gear and drives.
A long time passes. I have no clue where she is going. I try to guess the direction, but quickly the turns confuse me and I have no idea. Several hours pass, at least I know that much. She doesn't stop. We travel on highways, high speed.
The car eventually slows, then starts making turns. Then I guess we're on some winding mountain road. Another hour passes. Where is she taking me? At last she pulls the car over, and I can tell she's driving on a dirt road. She drives some distance, slowly and carefully, then pulls the car off to the right and parks. She sits there for a moment, and I can sense she's looking around, outside the car. She unbuckles her seatbelt, takes the keys, opens the door, gets out. She closes the door behind her.
More minutes pass. I hear her walking around outside, sometimes the crunch of walking on gravel or sand. I hear her footsteps recede. Some minutes later she returns. I hear the trunk open, and she pulls something out, then slams it shut again. Steps, then I hear the door next to me open.
Gradually I feel the straps holding me in place loosen and moved away. In a few minutes I'm free. She slaps my ankles and pulls on them, she wants me to rotate and step out of the car. I comply. She clips the leash onto the front of my collar again, and drags me up outside the car, standing next to it. Naked, gagged, blindfolded, completely tied up. I have no idea where I am or what is in store for me.
I feel her turn me around so my back is to her. I hear her pick up something from the ground, and I feel as straps are placed around my shoulders, and some weight is rested on them. She turns me around again so I'm facing her, and I feel her hands buckle the straps in front together. So now the straps on what I know is a large and heavy backpack cannot slide off my shoulders, even though my arms are not fed through them.
I feel her tighten the shoulder straps evenly. I then feel her reach down at my waist and she buckles a belt around me, just above my hips, and pulls it tight. The backpack is now strapped on me, she clearly intends for me to do the carrying.
I hear the locks lock on the car, but she's careful not to cause the horn to beep. Clearly she's taking me for a walk now. She tugs the leash at my throat and I follow awkwardly along behind. Stones on the path trip me up and I have to dance around to regain balance, but she only jerks on my leash and hurries me along. She never says a word. And certainly I can't speak to her.
I can tell she's taking me on a trail. At times we cross narrow wooden bridges. There are occasional breezes. It feels cool and shady, I can't feel direct sun on my skin except on rare occasions. We walk for a long time. Then at some point she stops and pauses. I hear voices, a man and a woman I think. They are getting closer. She grabs my arm firmly, holding me in place, and I wonder what she's going to do. In the end she does nothing, just stands there, holding onto me. The voices get louder and louder, still talking. I hear their footsteps, then suddenly they stop and the talking stops also. There is a moment of silence, then I hear my captor say, "Hello. Don't mind us, we're just playing a game. He's my boyfriend."
There is another long pause, and then I hear a woman's voice, she sounds like she's in her 20's. I hear her ask, "Is he really tied up? Did you tie him up like that?" She says yes, she tied me up like that, I'm really tied up and can't get loose. She says again it's just a game we play sometimes. She then starts to lead me away. The man speaks. "Hey buddy, are you ok? Are you really going along with this out of your own free will?" I pause, wondering what I should do. I've actually gotten a bit scared, I have no idea where she has taken me or what's going to happen next. I just know it is very far from home. As I'm wondering what I should do, she answers for me. "It's just a game we play, he asked me to tie him up like this. It's sort of a birthday present we have planned. He's ok with it, don't worry about him. She continues leading me further along the path. Evidently the man is satisfied, he says nothing more. I hear the woman speak. "Well, I hope you enjoy your present. But maybe the present is more for your girlfriend than for you, you look sexy all tied up like that!"
We continue walking, but I don't hear any more footsteps from behind us, so I assume they're standing there watching us as we walk along the path. She mutters into my ear, "They're standing there staring after us. It's a good thing you didn't try to get them to help you. In the end I'd have explained everything to them and they would have left you alone, under my control, but you would have made me angry and I would have had to think up something special to do to you as punishment for trying to get away."
Then we turn in a new direction and walk for many minutes, and I'm certain the other couple is gone now. If there was a chance of getting help from them it is lost forever now. We pause.
I hear some sound of a gate opening and closing, latching behind us as we pass through. We walk for several more minutes. Then she pulls me sideways, and I feel she's leading me up a steep incline. We're now leaving the trail or roadway, which was probably on someone's private property. We're probably in some national forest somewhere.
She leads me up the steep hill. It is difficult for me to maintain my balance. There is no smooth path, I feel we're crossing clumps of grass. I feel pine needles under my feet, even through my shoes. Always climbing. Occasionally we go sideways. I bump against something and realize it is a large boulder. Another time I brush against a tree trunk. Where are we and where is she taking me? What does she have in mind? All I can gather is that this place is very, very isolated and deserted, and with every step we're getting further off the beaten path. Clearly wherever we are going there won't be any chance of someone happening upon us by accident. I shudder at how helpless I am, how dependent I am not on her for my life. I am completely in her power without even the hope of getting loose or of getting help.
Higher and higher. No trail to follow. No trail that someone else will follow either. We've gone cross country in some isolated forest somewhere I have no idea where. Higher and higher. Finally I feel the ground level out some, and the going is easier. At last we stop. Leaving me standing, she unbuckles the backpack and removes it from me. I hear zippers opening, straps unbuckled. I hear the sounds of fiber rubbing against fiber. I hear noises behind me, something is placed on the ground. Then I feel her grasp my arms and guide me to move slightly backwards, and she pushes down, indicating I'm to bend my knees and sit. I find there is one of those foldable lawn chairs underneath me, but it only has the seat, nothing to support the back. I sit down in it and center myself, my naked rear sticking to the strong nylon fabric.
I hear her move more, more sounds of zippers and unpacking, and then the sound of scissors cutting. She's probably cutting more binding fiber. I feel her hands at my legs, pushing them together, then sliding down them to my ankles, pressing them closely together, and I keep them that way. I feel as she coils the fiber around my ankles, then cinches it tight, then ties some tight knots. I hear her cut more fiber, and next she ties my upper legs together just above the knees, and cinches them tight also. Again she cuts more fiber, and this time she ties my legs together just below my knees, cinching them tightly as well, and tying firm knots on the front, out of reach of my gloved hands behind my back. My legs are tied up now as well. I shudder involuntarily as I realize there is no way I can hope to safely get back to civilization or help if she leaves me like this. Hopping around on that steep slope would be a recipe for disaster, it would only be a matter of time before I lost my balance and footing and tumbled down the hill, rolling along like a sausage.
It's clear that whatever she has planned for me, it's going to take place right where we are, otherwise she wouldn't have bothered to tie my legs together. Having tied my legs I know there won't be any more walking, for me at least, for a while. I further assume my legs will remain tied for the duration, otherwise she wouldn't have bothered with them. I wonder what she has planned for me. It seems as though she has put a lot of planning into this, and has gone to a lot of preparation. She never hesitated as she led us along to where we are. She must have been familiar with the area. Maybe she even scoped it out when she had a chance, some time ago, just for when she had the opportunity to have me completely under her control for an extended period.
One final sound of cutting fiber, and I feel as my legs are pulled out and my feet rested on my heels. I feel her wrap fiber around my shoes, holding them together, then she cinches them. I feel as she draws the knots tight, then feeds the ends up to my ankle tie and ties them off, so the coils tying my feet together can't be worked off. My feet are tied snugly together as well. Why? Seems excessive. But there's nothing I can do about it, nor can I argue the point. But I realize it is further evidence that my legs are going to remain tied throughout whatever experience she has planned for me. Again I shudder involuntarily. I'm starting to get scared, this is turning out to be a lot more than I had expected. The fact that I have no idea what's coming next is starting to really disturb me. I'm wondering if there is any way I can signal her that I've had enough, that I'm not enjoying this, that I want her to untie me and take us home. But I can't think of any way. I try a few tentative yelps into the gag, trying to get her attention, trying to signal that I'm trying to communicate. She only ignores me. I try making noises to comunicate for several minutes but she merely continues in her work, giving me no indication she can even hear me. I wonder if she's wearing headphones. Then I remember she had asked to borrow my portable mp3 player this morning. She must be listening to music or something and can't hear me at all. So even if she were willing to try to communicate, she's evidently unable to hear me. I try a few shouts, absolutely as loud as I can, but still nothing changes in her behaviour. I give up, feeling a sense of hopeless despair sinking down on me. I feel panic coming on but I manage to keep it under control, telling myself I can trust her completely. We love each other very much, don't we? She'd never do anything to really harm me, would she? I try to work up as much confidence in her as I can. As I continue to think, she has moved off and is no longer close by, but I hear her moving around.
For a long time I am left alone, sitting on the chair. I hear her moving around, unpacking things from the backpack. I hear as she spreads things out on the ground nearby. I hear the sound of a hammer or mallot hammering something into the ground. I hear grinding, rubbing sounds and her grunting, as if something is being forced to rub against the earth. The sounds of her work continue for a long time. Whatever she's up to it seems to be quite elaborate. Has she put up a tent? I have no idea.
After perhaps an hour, I sense her approach me. I feel as some soft, thick tube is fed up behind my back, under where the elbow ties are tied to my body harness, and the ends fed around in front up around my shoulders and back down behind again. I feel as she somehow feeds the loose ends into the middle of the tube behind my back, and I feel the tube tighten up on me. I hear her grunting. The thick padded loops wrap my upper body tightly, around my shoulders, and eventually she's satisfied they are tight enough. I feel her tie knots in some long cord. Sometimes I feel the loose ends bump against parts of my body.
Next I feel her at my wrists, and some cord is fed around the wrist cinch and back up. Then for a long time I feel her doing knot work behind me, and I can only guess what she's up to. Finally she finishes, and I hear as some loose ends of rope or binding fiber are cut off. She then moves around, gathering up things on the ground, and I hear her toss the backpack or some other large object off some distance. I hear her step up to me, and I feel her tug on the leash, and I rise to my feet. I'm caught off balance, but now I can't even step around as my legs and feet are firmly tied together. I'm forced to quickly hop around to get my balance. I feel her hand on my body, steadying me. She then tugs me in some direction, and I hop along as she clearly intends for me to do.
Perhaps 6 or 8 yards away I feel something has changed in the ground, it feels more smooth and uniform. She stops me, then taps my shoulders down, indicating I'm to squat down. I do so, balanced on my folded legs underneath me. Unexpectedly as I'm very low to the ground I feel her tug my shoulders back and I tumble backwards to the ground onto my butt, but I'm unhurt. I extend my tied legs a little in front of me and sit up a bit straighter. I feel a bit sorry for myself at the rough treatment she just gave me, jerking me around as if she's clearly no longer even putting up a pretense of patience. She seems to be in a hurry now, and the course way she's shoving me around and yanking on my leash don't reduce my sense of increasing dread. It flashes to me that she might not actually be planning on staying with me, wherever we are. I shudder at the thought of her leaving me alone here, and I quickly have to put it out of my mind before I'm overwhelmed by panic.
I then feel as she grasps the cords behind my back, and I hear her doing more knot work. I hear knots tied and tightened firmly. I feel tugs against my wrists and upper body, against the thick padded tube that tightly wraps my shoulders. Eventually she completes her work, and I hear her cutting with her scissors. I feel her hands on the front of my throat, and I can tell she has unclipped the leash from the front metal ring on my collar. I hear as she coils the leash up around her hand.
She then moves off. I hear her moving around, bending down, picking up items. I hear her return to the backpack, I hear the sounds of her stuffing things into it. I hear zippers. I hear fabric on fabric. I hear her packing up to go. Where am I? Is she going to leave me here alone after all? Where am I? Will she take off the blindfold at least? I don't hope for her to remove the gag or untie my legs, or even my feet. But can I hope she'll take the blindfold off me and let me see my predicament?
At last she's done tidying up. I hear her heft the backpack up and I know she's putting it on herself. I hear her snap the shoulder straps together and tighten them, then she tightens the belt around her waist. Then I hear as she steps close to me. She squats down. I feel her fingers at the back of my head. She releases the outer blindfold, and I notice how different it feels now that the tension is released. She then tucks the blindfold into a side pouch she can reach on the backpack. I feel her fingers again behind my head, and I feel as she unfastens the soft padded eye blindfold, and pulls it away from my eyes.
I blink in the sudden light, too bright for me to open my eyes wide. I must squint as they adjust. It takes a few moments to focus. She has stood up and is standing a few feet away from me, staring down at me. Her hands are empty, she must have already tucked the 2nd blindfold away in some pouch. I look at her thin, lithe body as she stands there before me, I see she's wearing some tight spandex swimsuit, very high cut, that makes her legs look long. She's wearing the same kind of sneakers she put on my feet, also laced tightly, also without socks. Her arms are bare. Her swimsuit is very narrow in front, barely covers her private parts. It goes down between her legs and obviously stays narrow and as a thong, before joining up around her waist to another part of the swimsuit in front.
Seeing me staring at her, she slowly turns around, so I can see her behind. The swimsuit leaves her back completely bare, except for some straps that hold the front part tight against her body. And the back is a thong, her butt cheeks are exposed and beautiful. She knows my tastes, I've never seen her wearing this particular suit, but I like it. I wonder if she was dressed like this when we met the other couple. She sees my eyes roaming her body and clothing and somehow she guesses my thoughts. "This is all the clothing I brought for myself, I was wearing this when we met those other people. They didn't look at me at all though, they were staring at you the whole time. There isn't even any other clothing in the car. You're naked, I'm wearing this. Sort of seemed fair, at least it did to me."
"Of course, even though this is all I'm wearing, it's more than I brought for you to wear. You'll have to be content wearing the cords, your gag, your collar, and your shoes. Sorry there is nothing to cover your groin. But take my word for it your outfit looks good on you. I'll never get tired of seeing a well built man artistically tied up and gagged."
She pauses and looks around, and looks off into the distance, admiring the view.
She turns to face me again, then stands gazing at me for several minutes. As if on an afterthought, she reaches around to a side pouch of the backpack and pulls out a camera, and walking around me to various places she takes several photos of me. I rise up into a kneeling position, and am jerked to a stop by the cords at my wrists and shoulders. I realize I'm tethered in place by a short cord. She keeps snapping pictures as I lose all interest in her and in a panic examine my situation. I find I'm resting on a large white canvas cloth that has been pulled out tight at 6 points and tied by cords to stakes pounded into the ground. Looking down and behind as best as I can, I see I'm tethered by my arms behind my back by some cord that ends in some round hole in the center of the smooth cloth. The cord is thick and is probably tied to my shoulder and wrist loops, the ones she spent so much time tying just right. I find I can't get a look at most of her work, I can only guess at how I'm held tied in place.
All I know for sure is a cord is firmly attached deep into the ground at the exact center of the large cloth I'm resting on, and clearly the other end is tied to me. I see no knots at all. I tug against the tether, find it has no give at all. Somehow she has drilled some long pole into the ground and that keeps me securely in place. She notes my curiosity and my efforts to see how she has tied me, and she obliges by snapping several photos of me from behind, then holds the camera up and permits me to see the pictures on the large viewscreen. I see images of myself, naked, gagged, very securely tied up, and I see she has tied an elaborate harness that goes from the tight, thick padded tubes that encircle my shoulders, where they are all tied together right in the small of my back, to a narrower cord that extends down to my wrists. This length of cord is loose, but it is tied on the top to my shoulder harness and on the bottom to my wrists, and I can see from a closeup she generously took that in the middle there is tied some elaborate loops, right at the level of my elbows, and firm, strong knots are tied through these loops and the tether cord extends from them down into the pipe drilled deeply in the ground underneath me. It's impossible to see how the hidden end of the tether is tied off, but I have no doubts at all that she has done it in a way that will make it impossible to detach that end. I'm securely tethered in place.
I pull experimentally, and I find as I pull first the top part of the cord tied to my shoulder harness tightens up, then the bottom part tightens up, and I feel tension at my shoulders and at my wrists. But with my arms tied tightly together and to my body, Nothing has much give to it and so I can't move around much at all. I'm tied in place by a short leash fastened to my wrists and shoulders, and it seems clear that no matter how hard I pull I won't be able to break free. With mounting fear the thought occurs to me that she does seem to be planning on leaving me here, alone. Why else would she have put the backpack on? I am hit with a panic attack and I start to shake uncontrollably. She appears not to notice and continues going through the photos she has taken of me. The panic attack fades away and the shaking stops. But somehow I know she is going to leave me here as I am, tied up and gagged and tethered in place with no hope of rescue or of anyone happening upon me by accident.
Eventually she tires of showing me the photos, and she turns the camera off and puts it away. She then looks down at me and pulls out a plastic water bottle, and offers it to me. I shake my head as I'm not thirsty, but she bends down and says, "You'd better have a good, long drink, just to play it safe. I'll hold the bottle for you and you suck the water through the foam of the gag." With that she kneels in front of me and holds my head by the back of the gag with one hand and gradually empties the water bottle against the foam of the gag, where it is absorbed, and I suck it into my mouth and swallow it as she suggested. It appears I'm being cooperative, but the reality is if I don't suck the water up and swallow up I won't be able to breath, as I can't inhale through my nose. She pauses regularly for me to gasp for air before she continues. I note the bottle is a full liter and it was completely full when she pulled it out, and it is clear she intends to force me to drink it all down. It is a struggle but I manage to take it all. She holds the empty bottle up in front of my eyes as she screws the top back on and releases her hold on the gag, and says, "Good boy! Best not to go too long without water."
She stands up for a moment as she tucks the empty bottle away into a pocket somewhere. After looking around again, she bends down and gives me a kiss on my forehead, and winks at me, and gives me a little nod before turning around and moving off down the hill. I try to scream after her, to beg her not to leave me like this, alone, someplace where clearly no one will find me, somewhere I have no idea where I am. If she hears my muted sounds she gives no indication. I watch her bouncy steps down the hill, admiring her beautiful, thin legs. She recedes further and further down the hill, becoming smaller and smaller. I realize I'm in a wooded area on the top of an isolated hill, and I'm somewhat hidden by trees except on the side she's leaving on. I can watch her for a long time, and I do, as she gets smaller and smaller. She never turns back to look at me.
At last she passes into the treeline and she's almost impossible to see, but for a few moments I can see movement through the trees, but then not even that. She is gone. She has left me alone, naked in the wilderness, tied up, gagged, tethered in place. Escape is impossible. Only she can rescue me, as only she knows where I am. It's obvious that months or years probably pass without anyone coming within a half mile of where I am. It is completely isolated. Gagged as I am I can't even scream out for help. I know escape is impossible for me, that I'll be right where I am until she decides to come set me free. And if she doesn't come back I'm a dead man. I would starve to death right here or die of dehydration. The thought is unthinkable, yet I find myself returning to it. Is this some elaborate murder scheme she has planned? If so I can't see any holes in it.
I stare at the place where she vanished for a long time, absently tugging against my bonds, trying to loosen them up, but I achieve nothing at all. I keep staring after her, hoping to see her reappear. She can't really be serious, can she? She can't really intend to leave me here alone like this? This has to be some elaborate joke, right?
A long time passes. She doesn't reappear. I give up looking for her, and gaze around. I see farmhouses way off in the distance. Far away I see a wide road, probably some interstate. Movement catches my eye, I see a white car on a distant, narrow road. I realize with a shock that it's her car. She's driving away. Now the car replaces her, I stare helplessly at it as it recedes along the winding road, now and then visible, longer and longer hidden by the hills. At last it turns around a final bend and it's gone as well. I gaze at the point for a few minutes, but then give up hope that I'll see the car returning. I know she really is going to leave me alone. Only she knows for how long. Or if she'll return at all. What if she gets in some accident while driving? My survival utterly depends on hers. There's no backup. I find myself struggling against panic about how easy things could go horribly wrong with what I thought was going to be a delightful bondage experience. After all it is my birthday. This is her gift? An extended period of helpless anxiety? I'm horrified. The sexual excitement I usually experience from bondage play has vanished completely. Whatever this is, it doesn't feel like play. Suddenly it's the real thing. Life and death. I struggle against panic.
I think of how long the drive was up here, many hours. In horror I realize she's probably going home now, which means that it will take hours for her to get home, then more hours for her to return, even if she decides to. I realize that I will be left tied up and naked as I am for at the very least 8 or 10 hours now, and possibly much longer. Once she gets home, who can say when she'll decide to come get me?
I recall her saying she had plans for tonight, a Friday. She is going to have some fun with her girlfriends, and she said she was going to sleep over at one of their places tonight. Then I realize that she had told me she was going to be gone the whole weekend, and would likely get back late Sunday, and she said she'd miss me. These words came back to me only now, and I realized it was Tuesday that she had told me her plans, and I had not thought much of it, had only muttered, "That's great baby-doll, have a fun time!" I had been immediately thinking that her being gone I'd have the weekend free to myself, and I'd find some of the guys and we'd have a party of our own. So I wasn't too bothered that she'd be gone the whole weekend. And then I remembered that it was only Friday morning that she had giggled and suggested that we play our little tie up game, and that she had thought of a nice surprise for me but I had to agree to go along with everything she demanded otherwise it wouldn't work out as well as she hoped it would.
And she had had such a pouty expression that I melted and agreed to be hers to do with as she wished. That was just this morning, in fact, seemingly a spontaneous idea of hers to play some tie-up game with me, but I now realized in horror that the whole thing had been planned by her, probably since Tuesday or even before. I cursed myself for not using my wits and figuring out her game. It never occured to me that our bondage play wouldn't last more than a few hours, or that anything would happen that would prevent my weekend I'd set up with the guys. I felt like a fool. I recalled then that yesterday she had asked me if I had any plans for the weekend, and I had told her I'd called up some of the guys and we were going to meet up and have a few beers. She said she was glad, she was worried I'd be bored while she was gone. I remember I even smirked a little as she said that, as I imagined the guys and I oggling dancers at a strip club we used to go to. I was too caught up in my own thoughts to notice she had a sort of smirk on her on face as well.
It was clear now what she had decided to do. Here it was early summer, with temperatures as mild as they can be, lows in the 70's, highs in the upper 80's, even in the hills, and mild enough so that a person could sleep outside without shelter or covering. She had decided to tie me up, blindfold me, and drive me to this deserted spot and leave me tethered in place, naked, gagged, and unable to get free, while she had a great weekend alone with her girlfriends. I became enraged at the thought. I knew the whole time she was having fun, dancing, clubbing, partying with her old college friends, reliving old memories, she'd know I was alone and conveniently out of the way, tied up, naked, gagged, where she knew I would remain, safely tucked away, until she decided to come get me.
I imagined her even telling her girlfriends what she had done to me. Then it occured to me, her friends were all married also. Might this have been something all of them cooked up to play a trick on their husbands? Maybe each of them had tied up her man and left him safely tucked away somewhere out of the way. I felt some comfort in that thought, that at least maybe I wasn't as alone as I felt. Possibly some other guys were even now coming to grips with a similiar predicament.
Maybe all the girls would laugh together and joke about their trick. Then in horror I remembered all the pictures she had taken! She was almost certainly going to show them to her friends! They'd all have a laugh at my expense. The pictures she had taken showed everything, I was completely exposed in most of them, my erect penis clearly visible. The thought of her letting her friends see these naked pictures of me that I had assumed would only be seen by the two of us filled me with shame and anger. Briefly I hoped she'd first cut out the pictures that showed any nudity, but I knew that was just wishful thinking. I'd heard the stories she'd told about what she and her friends did for fun. She would have no problem at all showing them naked pictures of her man, all tied up and alone. She'd even insist they look at them I realized. I knew her friends, we met with some regularity. I wondered how I would face them the next time we met, knowing they'd seen me helpless and completely exposed.
With a shudder I realized she'd probably even give them copies of the pictures. I wondered how I'd be able to look any of them in the eyes again. I felt so completely violated and exposed, humiliated in front of them. Again I felt a wave of anger towards her for doing this to me. Somehow I'd have to get even with her.
I tried to recall any more details of what her plans had been this weekend, but none came to mind. Only that she had said she'd probably be back by Sunday evening. But even so, that might mean she'd be home Sunday evening, and she might decide to enjoy a nice relaxing night at home, and come get me in the morning. Here it was, Friday around 2 PM I'd guess, and in all likelihood I couldn't hope for release until sometime Monday about this same time.
For a long time I tugged against the tether, trying to pull it loose from the pipe in the ground, trying to rock the pipe sideways, trying to get it to slide up and out. I tugged and tugged until my muscles were sore and the cords bit into me. But there was not even the tiniest hint of progress. The pipe I was tethered to was so deep and so firmly bored into the ground that I could never work it loose.
I tentatively tried screaming, but the gag was so effective I knew even someone a few yards off probably couldn't hear me outside here. I looked around for anything I might be able to use, and realized the strong canvas fabric extended out from where I was tethered so far that I couldn't reach anything outside it with any part of my body. I tried rubbing some of the cords that bound me against the fabric, but it was smooth and not abrasive, and so the cords would not be injured unless I was prepared to rub against them for weeks or longer -- clearly a period so long I'd have died of thirst or starvation long before.
I tried to work the gag free, but had no success there, it was so firmly strapped around my head and the mouthpiece glued in place that it was effectively a part of my body now.
I tried moving my legs against each other, to try to loosen the cords that tied them together, but had no luck. I tried working the loops that tied my feet together off, but that didn't work either. I realized with my wrists and shoulders tethered behind my back to the pipe, even if I managed to work my legs and feet loose I still couldn't get away. I wondered what was her point in tying my legs? Maybe just to excite her that much more, imagining me so completely tied up, unable even to freely move my legs.
I resigned myself to a very long wait. The sun slowly crept across the sky. I admired the view, often looking to where the car had turned around that last bend, hoping to see her car returning. Instead I saw no cars at all, no sign of human activity no matter where I looked. Even the farmhouse I could see appeared to be either abandoned or else used only occasionally. It looked run down and had the sign of being occupied seldom or not at all. And no other nearby houses or structures were visible no matter where I looked.
Somehow she had found what must have been the most isolated spot anywhere within 5 hours of our home. I can't remember having felt so totally alone and helpless. Hour after hour passed while I remained naked, bound, gagged, tethered in place. I moved around somewhat often, rolling over onto one side or the other or sitting up, drawing my legs up to my body or stretching them out again. Behind me I could see nothing but the summit of the hill I was on, and the sky above it, obscured by trees. Gradually I got used to being tied up and learned the limits of my movement so the cords wouldn't bite into me as much. Even so they were tight enough that it was impossible to stop feeling them, especially the body harness and my elbow ties, and the gag. As much as I tried to let my mind wander and think of other things to pass the time, my consciousness kept getting pulled back to the reality of my predicament and each time I'd be forced to experience the intimate, tight cords wrapping my entire body so completely. My penis was almost constantly erect and I found I was almost constantly in a sexually aroused state. I'd absently tug against my bonds but I knew escape was completely impossible. My situation was utterly hopeless.
The shadows lengthened more and more. Some squirrel or chipmunk hopped around into view. As I turned to look at it, it was startled by the movement and my presence and stood up staring at me. I stared back. After a moment it lost interest and continued hunting around for food. Evidently it had decided I was not a threat to be concerned with. I continued watching it, thankful for the distraction, until it hopped out of site behind some trees and was gone. I wished I could follow it, but it was free and I was not. Why had I agreed to go along with this? I was tormented by thoughts of regret, of how stupid I had been. If only could get a second chance! But life doesn't give you any do-overs. Not when it matters. The past is the past. I had made my choices. Now I had no option but to see how my future played out.
Occasionally birds flew by. I saw no airplanes of any kind flying overhead. No more cars appeared on the road. I wondered about the couple we had met, then decided they had probably gone back to their own car and had left already. I briefly wondered if they might get curious as to what had happened to us, and whether they might consider coming back to look around. But I realized that there would be no chance of them finding me, I could easily see that she had led us far off any path or trail and I was not visible where I was to anyone walking along one. Nor could I hope to call for help even if I was able to see other people, gagged as effectively as I was. Even if someone knew I was around here somewhere and was calling out my name, I'd be unable to answer or attract their attention. The thought of it, of people I knew out looking for me, close enough that I could hear them calling, yet just not quite being lucky enough to happen upon me by chance, and then the sounds of them giving up and moving off somewhere else, continuing to search, and knowing that as close as they had been there would have been no way I could make enough noise to lead them to me.