by “c.c.”
Illustration by Coco
Originally published in Bondage Parade No. 40
Scanned and Transcribed by guardian46w
Stories Codes: Sbf, bdsm, cons, handcuffs, hobbled, outdoors, F/m, caught, X
Our Heroine has a private fantasy. And a secret, it's a little tie-up game that she plays all by herself. She thought about sharing the secret with her tall, gorgeous roommate, but somehow she never could get up the courage to come out and tell about her love of bondage. She dropped hints from time to time, of course, but Roomie never seemed to pick up on them! So Heroine just kept the game to herself.
You see, Heroine drives one of those squat, rugged-looking cars-things... you know, sort of a cross between a big jeep and a small truck? And, she's found the most idyllic spot in the woods! No one else ever comes there. So Heroine's all alone. With her secret fantasies. And her secret.
How long now has she been tying herself up? Years. She just enjoys the risk, the fantasy of being bound and naked at the mercy of some sexy guy, or gal, sometimes, depending on how the fantasy goes!
When Roomie moved in, Heroine thought her little game would have to end. But the fantasy was too strong for that. Too insistent. So it moved outdoors. And somehow that made it even better. Once she'd found a place where she knew for sure that she was all alone, where she could hear the roar of engines coming up the hill in plenty of time if anyone should come, in these quiet woods close to the expressway but far from everything else, it was perfect.
She started out tying herself to a tree. With her years of experience, she could easily slip out of the bonds whenever she wanted, so there was not risk, really. Maybe that's why it just wasn't enough. So she began making things a little more difficult. At first she stripped herself naked before tying up to the tree. That was nicer, but still somehow unconvincing, with her clothes lying right there on the ground in front of her. So, as her sense of privacy and security grew stronger, she grew bolder.
Today was the first day for the handcuffs, and Heroine had been looking forward to it all week! She followed her usual routine. Roomie was already gone somewhere when Heroine left the condo they shared, but who cared how she planned to spend the long weekend? There were naughty things in store!
It wasn't a routine, really. More like an elaborate, erotic ritual that keeps building in intensity, the further it goes. First the drive out of town, off the expressway, and up the back road, doubling back, then down the shallow creek bed and finally up the hill to her old familiar spot. A check of the area to make sure there was no one there ahead of her. Perfect! Quickly, she skins out of her clothes and stands there in the wooded sunshine, gloriously nude.
And now the fun part....
First the heels, strapped tightly to her delicate feet and locked in place. Next an ankle hobble. The years of practice have made this part easy. Just enough slack to step a few inches at a time in the high heels, the fishing line strong but thin. And the knots so tight, they'll have to be cut off!
A knee hobble is next. Heroine loves the swishy gait this produces as she tries to walk. The way her bare bottom jiggles and her nude nipples wiggle, delightfully obscene.
Now the gag. Again, practice pays off. The ball fills her mouth without jacking her jaws too much, and the rubber cord holding it in is just tight enough to keep it secure. No unsightly lines on Heroine's face!
She feels the tension build. The most crucial part is coming up, and she wants to savor the excitement of each vital detail. She stood there, naked, high-heeled, gagged, and hobbled, and went over the contents of the truck carefully. Her clothes are folded neatly on the floor, out of sight. Atop them, the knife she will use to cut away the ropes, when it is time. And, next to that (thrills of joy!) The shiny, new handcuff key!
She has already checked on the spare key to the truck, hidden in its magnetized case in the wheel well. So she picks up the handcuffs from the seat beside her (how cold and tingley they feel in her hand) steps out and locks the truck door.
A second later, her hands are caught behind her in unyielding chrome. And not only that, but a length of that thin, strong fishing line runs from the handcuff chain to her ankle hobbles, a short length! It forces Heroine to bend her knees and keep her back arched, thrusting her bare bottom behind her and flaunting her bouncy breasts before her as she struggles to stay on her high heeled feet. Incredibly awkward. And sexy!
The fantasy begins in her mind. Naked in high heels, the sexy woman, bound, gagged, and cuffed, has slipped away from the villains' mountain hideout and flees through the woods! Heroine runs as best as she can into the familiar under growth. It's more like a comic cross between a jumping hobble and a sexy saunter as her high heeled feet mince frantically, struggling with the ankle and knee restraints. While her pale breasts and bottom bounce and sway as she bends her legs and arches her back just to stay upright. Thrilling!
Through the woods she trots, gasping from exertion..., and excitement. Her nipples stiffen, her thighs dampen, and a fine sheen of perspiration coats her soft white skin as she canters, until at last she stops and leans against the rough bark of a tree, panting as best as she can through the gag.
She moans softly as her sex positively throbs in anticipation. But it's just as she planned. With her hands cuffed and cuffs behind her and the cuffs leashed to the ankle hobbles, she can't move her fingers to the desired spot. Perfect! Reveling in the sensation of arousal, Heroine struggles, just for the heck of it. No use, her long delicate fingers simply cannot reach the center of her growing physical desire!
Almost screaming into her gag, she thrashes about, turning to face the gnarled maple tree. She rubs her moist heat up and down the bark, like a cat in heat, flicks her stiff nipples back and forth across it, feeling the sexy frustration grow and grow.
Heroine almost weeps with the sweet pleasure of it. All along she knew she'd never climax without her talented hands in front of her. And she'll never get them in front until she makes her way back to the truck, unlocks it, gets the key, and frees her wrists. It's delicious!
How long does she prolong the delightful agony? No matter. The shadows are long when she finally decides she can stand no more, and starts winding her way back to the truck. And even at this point, Heroine can't resist playing little mental games with herself.
What if I reach the clearing and somebody's there?
She asks herself breathlessly, feeling a whole new tingle race up her spine.
What if it's a romantic couple parked there for a make-out session, and I have to hide in the bushes, listening to the sounds of their passion until they leave? Mmmmmmm! Or what if it's bunch of backpackers who pick that spot to camp overnight? Poor me! Stuck naked in the woods all night, handcuffed and gagged, while just a few yards away, the truck containing my clothes and keys just sit waiting for me!Oooo! And the backpackers are all women, and they make love with each other all night while I hide, bound and fearful of being discovered in this sexy condition by amorous lesbians! Ahhh!
But none of this quite prepares Heroine for what really happens. When she gets back to the clearing.... her truck is gone!
She stands there in the late afternoon sunlight, her eyes as wide as her gagged lips, and stares at the tire tracks that are the only thing left of the truck that contained all her clothes and the keys to her bondage. Well, what else can she do, poor thing? All handcuffed and hobbled and high-heeled? And naked! And...
And oh good heavens, Heroine realizes.
I'm horny!She wants to run, to hide herself, to do something! But what? Shivering, crouching, anxious, naked, bound, robbed, and dreadfully embarrassed, and achingly horny, Heroine tries desperately to think of something as the shadows lengthen.
Only a short distance away, someone in the truck is enjoying her joke, and reviewing her own exciting day.
Oh, yes. Roomie finally picked up on the clues Heroine left lying about. And she got curious about those woodland rambles! So this morning she decided to get up early and hide in the back of Heroine's truck! Roomie brought along her camera and got some lovely shots! Heroine looked so cute hobbling into the woods like that!
Roomie had planned to just wait by the truck and surprise Heroine when she came back, but after a few hours, she decided Heroine must be having a nice time out there, and Roomie just hates to be kept waiting... So, she just climbed up front and drove down to the creek bed!
Now our Heroine's found the note, carefully anchored with a stick to a tire depression. All along, of course, Heroine had wished Roomie could share the secret. But she never figured on anything like this! Roomie's written that it's entirely up to Heroine. Roomie can drive Heroine home and let her wear her 'new things' around the condo for a few days, or so. Wouldn't that be fun?
But if she doesn't like that idea, Roomie has another. She'll just hold on to the photos! She just knows her friends will get a laugh out of those snaps of Heroine jumping around in her birthday suit! Chills run up Heroines' nude spine at the thought of getting humiliated that way, and she tries to control her excitement as she vows she'll do anything to please Roomie!
A few minutes later, Heroine is trotting along down the back roads, toward the direction where Roomie promised to meet her. Roomie said she'll park in a dark spot and leave the back open so Heroine can squirm in without too much trouble.
As she juggles and hobbles along in her self-imposed bondage, Heroine tries to watch for headlights, blushing at the thought of being seen this way!
Fun's fun, but I sure could use some clothes!
Just the thought of what Roomie might put her through reminds her of her other needs, and she burns now with something beside her embarrassment!
Perhaps it would be more modest to travel in the bushes, but she needs the speed of the dirt road. Heroine's not sure how far it is to the truck. Or, how long it will take her to get there. And, Roomie just hates to be kept waiting!
THE END
