by Max

First published in Bondage Life No. 76 1999

Transcribed by GW

Story Codes: Sbf, MF/f, cons, ball gag, outdoors, handcuffs, stretched, naked, tease, X

Lisa had been so busy through the week that she felt she deserved this special weekend with her new friends.  She was a lobbyist in Washington D.C. and she had chatted with a couple several times on the Internet in the last few weeks after typing the key word ‘bondage’ had led her to their web site.  She now felt confident that she would be safe when she met them face to face.  Just in case, however, she had taken the precaution of leaving their address where it could be found in case she ‘disappeared’.  She realized there was always an element of danger because if things worked out as she hoped they would, she would be rendered quite helpless.  Still she felt the danger in this meeting would be nothing compared to what she faced during her solitary jogging in her Capitol Hill neighborhood.

It was the peak of the Adams County, Pennsylvania apple blossom season.  The air was warm and soft and the sky was blue as in the desert as Lisa drove the seventy or so miles north from D.C., passing through Gettysburg and entering orchard country.  Following the detailed directions from Biglerville, Lisa eventually recognized the farm buildings and turned into the gravel drive.  She stopped between the farmhouse and the barn.  No one seemed to be around so she turned off the ignition but left the key in her car as instructed.  She took the obvious path to the back entrance of the rambling old farmhouse, leaving her luggage in her car.  It was quiet and peaceful and the intense serenity of her surroundings modulated her anticipation of adventure.

There was a note pinned on the door:

Welcome Lisa.  Please come in.

She entered the kitchen of the farmhouse and observed that it had been completely modernized.  On the table another note directed her to refresh herself, remove her makeup and then return to the kitchen.

When Lisa returned to the kitchen, the previous note had been replaced.  She glanced outside and noticed her rental car had vanished.  She hadn’t heard any sounds from the bathroom; no one moving about in the kitchen, no sound of a car starting up.  She picked up the new note, supposedly left by her host and hostess.

Remove your clothing, jewelry and any accessories.  Place everything, including your purse, in the closet and close the door.  After you have done that, turn to the second page for further instructions.

Lisa thought things were just a little too strange.  Her online friend had cautioned her that they were preparing an adventure for her.  Still, her car was gone.  She was miles deep in the countryside.  And there was no one to appeal to if things went wrong.  Lisa took a deep breath and slowly undressed.  She thought about how humiliating it would be if someone were to come visit at this very moment.  She placed her clothes, jewelry and purse in the closet, as directed.  Upon closing the closet door, she heard a distinctive click.  Trying the knob, she found the door was locked.  Now she really began to feel vulnerable; no clothing, no purse with her money, no car, nothing!  Lisa took the next step and turned to the second page of the instructions.

You may put on the items in the top drawer to the right of the sink.  Then come out on the porch.

Pulling the drawer open, Lisa found five items.  There was a white bandeau top, a pair of denim cutoff shorts with frayed leg holes, two faded white sneakers and a set of headphones with a short antenna attached.  Relieved, she quickly put on the garments and stepped into the sneakers.  The cutoffs were very tight and there wasn’t a button so her tummy was exposed to an inch or so beneath her navel.  The bandeau was stretchy and comfortable though it barely concealed her breasts.  There were no laces in the sneakers but they fit and even though they were no longer sparkling white, they contrasted nicely with her tanned ankles.

The head gear seemed to be a strange accessory and when she put it on the large earpieces shut out all sound while emitting a faint tone.  There wasn’t a microphone.

When she stepped out onto the porch, the door closed on its spring behind her, locking just like the closet door.  Still no one was in sight.  She heard the clear voice of Elaine in the earphones.  “Hello Lisa.  Are you having fun so far?”

Lisa felt frustrated at not being able to reply.

Elaine’s voice continued, “Begin walking out past the barn on the left and follow the path.”

Lisa strolled past the barn.  As she lifted the headpiece to listen to the country sounds, Elaine’s voice returned.  “Keep your hands at your sides and keep walking along the lane through the field toward the trees.”

Lisa knew she was being watched closely.

Halfway to the trees, Lisa came upon an old wagon beside the lane.  This time a man’s voice spoke to her through the headphones.  It must be George.  “Stop,” he said.  “You are out of sight of the road now so pick up what you find on the wagon and put it on.  I know that you know what it is and what it is for.  Do it NOW!” His voice was very demanding.

Lisa picked up the red object; red as the apples in the orchard would be in a few months.  It was a ball gag on a leather strap and Lisa did indeed know what it was for.

George’s voice boomed in her ear.  “Put it on.  Now!  Make it tight.”

Lisa felt the strange sensation of being alone in a field in broad daylight and gagging herself while she was barely clothed.  The ball was warm from the sun and she was glad she had taken a drink of water while back in the kitchen.  Lisa had been gagged before; in fact, she had done it to herself at home; and had enjoyed the sensation.  This time, however, it was different.  She fumbled with the leather strap, pulling it as tightly as she could and forcing the ball back into her own mouth.  She buckled it as securely as she could, expecting full well that it would probably be adjusted by her new captors if they found it wasn’t tight enough.

“Good girl,” Elaine’s voice spoke right in her ear.  “Continue walking.  Use good posture now.  Do not look around.  Keep your hands down at your sides.”

The lane lead to a huge pile of baled straw just before the apple orchard.  Not daring to glance around and anger her ‘hosts’, Lisa kept walking toward it until the voice directed her to walk to the left around it.  She wondered if Elaine and George were concealed in the stack of straw.

“Turn left again,” the instructions continued.  “Keep going.  Now turn right.  Now turn left.”

Lisa looked ahead and saw a sight which shocked and almost repelled her, but she dared not flinch.  She saw an apple picking ladder beneath a sturdy tree limb.  Dangling from the limb was a rope attached to a connecting chain that included a set of handcuffs.  It was just high enough to reach on tiptoe while standing on the ground.  She knew the setup was for her.  If there was any doubt, George’s voice spoke into the headphones, “Stand on the ladder so you can get the cuffs on easily above your head.  Do it now!”

Lisa hesitated for a moment but she knew she was at the mercy of the alternating voices of George and Elaine in her headphones.  She climbed to the second step of the ladder and put one of her wrists in the cuffs.

“Tighten them down against your wrists,” she was told.  “Then step to the ground and kick the ladder away.”

Lisa hesitated before putting the second wrist in the handcuff.  She knew that she would be able to function with only one hand in the cuffs.  But with both cuffed, she would just have to trust; she really had no choice now.  She had expected an adventure, but this one was unfolding in a bit more harrowing way than she had imagined.  She had put herself into bondage and now she was going to dangle like a puppet.

Lisa had expected that in her adventure she would be bound by her host and hostess.  That was what they chatted about online and that was the reason for her visit with them.  But this was something different; a very unexpected and even somewhat exotic way of entering captivity.  She took a deep breath through her nose and around the gag and used her already cuffed left hand to close the other cuff around her right wrist.

“Make both cuffs tight,” came the demand into the headphones.  “Now step down to the ground.  NOW!”

ON the lowest step of the ladder the cuffs were at the level of the top of her head.  Not too difficult.

“Go on,” the voice commanded.  “All the way down!”

It was strange to be so directed through headphones, not yet knowing the true appearance of her captors, and especially not being able to reply.

“Do it!” the voice demanded again.

So, Lisa did it, her tightly handcuffed wrists rising high above her as her sneakered feet felt beneath her for solid ground and only barely resting upon it with soles and toes.  Her heels lifted and almost came out of the unlaced shoes.  She felt the powerful muscles of her toned legs and arms tense and her shoulders take the natural strain.  She could not prevent herself from slowly twisting at the end of the rope.

“Kick the ladder away.  Do it now.  Do it!”  The orders came swiftly and firmly.

Lisa realized that this would be the final, irretrievable step in making herself totally helpless and utterly dependent on her hosts.  She still could barely climb up the ladder but she doubted she could untie the rope from the cuffs.  Maybe.  Then she might be able to climb down and remove the gag and stumble back to the farm building and the road.  She could wave down a passing motorist; that is, if someone would even stop for a handcuffed and barely clothed young woman.  She could possibly return to some semblance of self-sufficiency.

But to kick the ladder away?  Lisa was more than apprehensive.  What if her tormentors never appeared to take care of her?  How long would she remain there, alone among the apple trees, thirsty and starving and exposed to animals and weather.

“Do it now, Lisa,” came her next instruction.  “Kick the ladder away.  It is an order.  You must trust us.”

Elaine’s voice was calming in Lisa’s ears.  Lisa was intelligent enough to know how she looked; athletic legs rippling with tendons and muscle, skin taut over her rib cage, breasts straining outward in her bandeau, fine tummy hairs glinting in the sun and, of course, the little crack between her rump and thighs peeking beneath her shorts while the gag distorted the loveliness of her face in a manner she knew would be striking to her captors.

“Oh, well,” Lisa thought.  “I asked for it.  I better not antagonize them now.” Lisa almost mumbled aloud around her gag.  Taking another deep breath as she slowly twisted around on tiptoe to face the ladder, she reached out and gave it a powerful kick, toppling it finally and irrevocably out of her reach.  And then, silence.  No more commands in the headphones.  No natural noises.  “What have I done to myself?” she questioned silently.

Lisa was almost desperate as she slowly rotated out of control at the end of her rope.  The bandeau was starting to fall off.  The shorts, never truly secure around her waist because of the missing fastener, were barely hanging on her hips.  Lisa even felt a sneaker fall off but she could not see her own feet because of her stretched position.  She still had a sense of her own courage and of the power of her appearance, as long as the wrong people didn’t find her.  She never knew how long she hung there but it seemed like an eternity.  This, she thought, was self-bondage of a far different sort than she had practiced in the comfort and security of her home.

A gentle breeze gathered and caressed her sweating skin.  The wind loosened the apple blossoms above her and a veritable blizzard of them fell around her, many sticking to her dampness and in her hair, above her breasts and on her shoulders.  One landed just above her right eyebrow.

Lisa never heard anyone steal up behind her.  At one moment she was dangling all alone and becoming desperate for human companionship, no matter how cruel.  Suddenly she felt the bandeau being unfastened behind her and removed, freeing her breasts to the soft breeze and to whomever had come upon her, hopefully her hosts.  Fingers gently grazed her hips as the shorts were released from their feeble hold and fell to the ground at her feet.

“Oooooooww, I’m naked,” Lisa almost sobbed into her gag as she felt the headphones carefully removed.  Another set of hands tugged away at the remaining sneaker which had protected her foot from the stubble while she had trudged to this place of lovely torments.

“Oh, Lisa, you do look wonderful,” said Elaine, now visible as Lisa rotated to face her.

“She certainly does,” George added.

“Wasn’t this fun?” asked Elaine.

Lisa could not reply even though the lonely part of the ordeal was over and she was beginning to agree.

“We’ll have a great weekend with you, Lisa.  Don’t worry, you’ll be on your way home before dark on Sunday.”

Lisa realized it had been about five o’clock Friday afternoon when she last looked at the clock in the farmhouse kitchen.  With daylight savings time, ‘dark’ on Sunday could be as late as eight o’clock.

After this intense introduction to her hosts and the manner of her capture, Lisa knew that she was in for an exciting fifty hours and that her body would certainly be getting enough exercise without her daily runs.

Best of all, Lisa knew that she was quite helpless and that she belonged to her hosts for the time being, for better or worse, to do with as they wished.  They had reassured her and it was sincere; she knew she was safe.  She could finally savor the feel of her restraints; the athletic strain.  As the eyes of her captors had enveloped her from her raised fingers to her straining toes, Lisa had the satisfaction of realizing that whatever sweet torments she was to endure would be repaid to her hosts in their own pleasure that they took from her.  A causal observer might disagree in seeing her predicament, but there were truly no losers here; only winners.

The End