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Andrea in the Woods
by P.V. (no address provided)
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One woman's harrowing experience with self-bondage. (F-
solo, self-bondage, rough)
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My name is Andrea, and I'm an attractive blond in my
early twenties who lives alone in an area known as
Timber Coulee in southwest Wisconsin. It is a beautiful
place with woods all around and numerous large hills.
Recently, I went through a self bondage ordeal that was
so exciting, I simply had to write about it.
On a Friday morning in late August, I awoke and saw that
it was gently raining outside and the temperature was 71
degrees. Warm, rainy days make me extremely horny so I
decided to call in sick to work and do something I had
wanted to do for the past couple of weeks.
After quickly eating, washing up, and getting dressed in
jeans, a white T-shirt, and white tennis shoes, I placed
my necessary bondage gear in a small backpack along with
a bottle of water and some insect repellant. Then I
headed outside towards an abandoned farm about two miles
away. The farm had been for sale for over a month, and I
had previously inspected the property and found it to be
ideal for self bondage.
As I walked down the gravel road, my T-shirt was getting
damp from the mist in the air and my nipples were
becoming visible. I didn't worry about anyone noticing,
though, because the road was rarely used and the few
homes that I passed were quite a distance away from the
road and had long driveways.
After nearly an hour of walking, I reached the farm
which consisted of an old, run down house about twenty
yards from the road, a chicken coup with a pile of junk
behind it, and a large barn which was behind the house.
The barn had only one entrance, which was a set of large
doors in front that opened outward and were kept closed
by a board that slid into two slots, one in each door.
I grabbed the handle of the board, pulled to the right,
and it fell free. Going back to the far right corner of
the barn, I took the key ring out of my bag and set it
on the floor. These were the keys to each of my
padlocks. After making sure the locks in my bag were
still open, I went back outside towards the road,
leaving the barn doors slightly open.
On the opposite side of the road, there was a logging
trail that lead nearly a mile up to the top of a large
hill. The trail was about 10 feet wide and went through
a dense forest. I headed upwards and soon saw a small
shed that had probably been used by the farm's former
owner during hunting season.
From my previous visit, I knew that the shed was empty
and unlocked, with a hasp on the door. As I approached
it, my heart began racing and the wetness between my
legs was almost unbearable. Standing at the door, I
looked around to see if anyone was watching. Seeing
nothing but the trees and hearing only the gentle
rainfall striking the leaves, I set down my backpack and
began to take off my clothes.
First, I removed my shoes and set them inside the shed.
Then, I pulled my T-shirt over my head, releasing my 36C
breasts. Finally, I unbuttoned my jeans and tugged them
off, exposing my wet, shaven pussy as well as my well
rounded ass. I quickly threw my clothes in the shed,
shut the door, and locked it with a padlock from my
backpack. Now, I was completely naked in the woods and
would have to walk back across the road to the barn to
get the keys that would unlock the shed.
My plan was now half complete.
Taking the insect repellent out, I sprayed my whole
body. Then I put my backpack on and continued up the
trail. Feeling the warm rain falling on my skin and the
gentle breeze caressing my nude body soon became too
much to handle. I dropped to my knees and squeezed my
nipples with my left hand, while rubbing my clit with my
right hand. In less than a minute, I shuddered through
an intense orgasm. When it was over, I stood up and
continued up the trail, fondling my tits, ass, and pussy
as I walked.
The dirt trail had been turned into mud, which made my
journey a little more difficult, but the feel of the
cool mud squishing in between my toes was incredible.
Soon, I was at the top of the hill where the trail and
the woods abruptly ended. There was a large clearing
with a corn field in the middle about 50 yards away from
the edge of the woods. In the distance, to my left, was
another farmhouse. I poked my head out and didn't see
anyone, so I dashed through the clearing towards the
cornfield.
My tits were bouncing so much that I had to cup them
with my hands as I ran. Even with this support, they
still jiggled wildly, as did my ass, but I pressed on
until I reached the field. I entered it and made my way
past the first couple rows of corn stalks, which were
over 6 feet tall. Then I stopped and realized that the
rain was ending. I was a little disappointed, but after
taking off my backpack and emptying it's contents on the
ground, I quickly became horny again and continued with
my plan.
First, I put on my black leather wrist and ankle cuffs,
and locked them on with padlocks. Then, I put on my
black leather belt with metal rings on either side and
in back. After making sure it was tight, but not too
tight, I put a padlock through the front and locked it
on. Next, I grabbed the two chains that I kept locked
together in the shape of a letter "T". One chain was six
inches long and the other was three feet long. One end
of the longer chain was locked to the middle of the
shorter chain.
With the six inch chain, I put a padlock on each end and
locked them to my ankle cuffs. This would enable me to
walk, but I would have to take very small steps. Then, I
picked up my red ball gag and put it in my mouth,
wrapping the leather straps firmly around my head and
locking it into place with another small padlock.
Suddenly, I felt a stinging sensation in my left
shoulder and realized that a mosquito just bit me. My
repellant must have washed off in the rain, so I sprayed
myself down again and picked up the last padlock.
Getting down on my knees, I took the free end of the
long chain and slid it through the ring on the back of
my belt and through the rings of my wrist cuffs. Then, I
put the lock through the end link of the chain and
through another link in the chain, just below the ring
in my belt. After taking a moment to make sure
everything was in place, I snapped the lock shut.
For the first couple of minutes, I struggled and tried
to wiggle free, but the bonds did not budge. I
desperately wanted to touch my burning pussy, but with
my hands secured behind my back as they were, this was
impossible. Then, seemingly out of thin air, I heard a
buzzing sound in the distance. After listening for a
minute and still not knowing what the source of the
noise was, I decided to get up and head back to the
trail.
Getting up on my feet was not difficult, but the chain
attached to the belt and wrist cuffs kept me from
standing straight up. After taking baby steps to the
edge of the corn field, I poked my head out, looked to
my right, and saw the source of the buzzing sound. Two
people, probably teenage boys, were riding dirt bikes
through the mud around the farm in the distance.
"Damn", I thought to myself. Now I will have to make my
way back to the trail without being spotted. My plan was
to walk left, to the end of the corn field opposite of
the farm, and go through the clearing into the woods,
then walk back to the trail using the trees as cover.
Slowly, I made my way through the corn field, making
sure not to cut myself on the large, grass-like blades
protruding from the stalks, and looked out into the
clearing.
Seeing no one, I hobbled as quickly as possible through
the clearing until I reached the tree-line. Before
entering the woods, I noticed poison ivy and burning
nettles were littered throughout the forest floor, as
well as many large, dead trees and branches that would
make walking almost impossible.
"Shit!" I tried to yell, which sounded more like
"Mmpphh!" through the ball gag. This meant that I would
have to walk out in the open to get to the trail. Now I
had two choices: wait until the boys get done racing,
which could take hours, or get moving as fast as I can
and hope they don't notice me.
Since the sun was now coming out through the clouds and
was almost directly overhead, I knew that it was around
noon and if I wanted to get to my keys, and my clothes
before nightfall, I would have to take my chances and go
now.
Staying as close to the tree-line as possible, I walked
out from behind the cover of the corn field and kept a
careful eye on the boys, who looked almost like ants in
the distance. Their dirt bikes were still buzzing
wildly, which made my heart beat faster and my feet try
to move quicker.
A few times I stumbled over the chain and almost fell,
but I always managed to regain my balance and keep
walking. I began to wonder what it would be like if they
did see me and came to investigate. They woud find a
beautiful, young woman nude, bound, and gagged with no
one else around. They could do anything they wanted to
me and I would be totally helpless.
The thought made me terribly horny and I tried again to
touch my pussy, but all I could touch was my smooth,
sexy ass. It bounced and jiggled as I walked, so I
caressed it and occasionally slapped and groped it. My
tits were swaying back and forth, and all I could do was
look down at them and wish someone was sucking on my
nipples, which were extremely hard.
My fantasies stopped for a moment when I saw that the
trail was right in front of me. Feeling both relieved
and disappointed that I made it without being spotted, I
began walking down the trail. It was slow going and I
stopped and ducked down several times, swearing I heard
someone walking in the woods. Usually, the source of the
noise was a squirrel or deer rustling leaves as it
moved. When I felt that it was safe, I would slowly get
back up and continue walking.
It was at least mid-afternoon when I finally made it to
the shed. "Soon I will be free and have my clothes back"
I thought, relieved that the end was near. My jaw was
aching, my thighs were trembling, I was thirsty, and my
insect repellent was starting to wear off, allowing
those damned mosquitos to begin biting me again.
As I approached the road, the farmhouse started coming
into view, along with a small, red car parked in the
driveway. Immediately, I froze and looked for the owner.
Not seeing anyone, and hearing only my own heartbeat, I
decided to duck down and shuffle to my left, behind some
small bushes and tall grass near the edge of the tree-
line.
After waiting a few minutes, I decided to just lay down
and wait for whoever was down there to leave. Soon, my
nerves began to calm down and I realized that the
possibility of getting caught was really turning me on,
as was the feel of my nude body lying on the cool grass
that was still slightly damp from the rain earlier. Once
again, I struggled in my bonds, trying to touch my
pussy, but it was no good. The bonds absolutely refused
to give and I was forced to grab my ass-cheeks and begin
humping the grass in order to bring myself to climax.
It didn't take long before I came, shuddering through
the intense orgasm and moaning through my gag. When it
was over, I felt very relaxed and decided to stay where
I was and listen for the car to leave. My eyes slowly
began to close and when I opened them, the sun had
nearly set and it was getting very dark. Panicked, I
quickly rose to my feet and looked to see if the car had
left. It was difficult to see, but the car appeared to
be gone, so I looked both ways down the road and crossed
it as quickly as possible.
As I walked over the road, the slightly painful feeling
of gravel stinging my feet was joined by the
discomforting feeling caused by my filled bladder.
"First things first" I thought. "Get the keys, free
myself, go pee, then get my clothes."
As I came to the house, I could clearly see that the car
was gone. "Nothing can stop me now," I muttered to
myself while making my way to the barn. When I got
there, however, I saw that the doors were shut and the
securing board had been slid into place.
At first, I couldn't believe what I was seeing, but the
realization of my problem soon hit me and I began to
tremble with fright. Whoever lived here must have seen
that the doors were open and shut them. I franticly
tried to grab the handle of the securing board for a
while, but it was about four feet off the ground and I
couldn't reach it. Then, I turned around and tried to
relax and think. I could have easily bitten the handle
and pulled the board out with my teeth, but that was
impossible because of the damn ball gag.
Then the answer came to me. What I needed was a stick or
pipe at least two feet long that would fit into the
handle and allow me to pull the board free. I tried to
find something, but the sun had just set and it was
difficult to see anything.
My only choice was to wait until morning to start my
search, but first I needed to pee quite badly so I
squatted down and relieved myself. It felt great to
finally get that out of my system. Afterwards, I
shuffled several feet away and lay down on the cool,
damp grass, listening to the insects and occasionally
getting bitten by mosquitos. My jaw was aching terribly
and I was hungry and thirsty, but I told myself that if
I just stuck to my plan and kept a clear head, tomorrow
I would be free.
Throughout the evening, I saw the headlights of several
cars go past the farm. For a short time, I considered
going over to the road to stop someone and get help, but
in my predicament I just couldn't do it. The
embarrassment would be overwhelming, and how would I
know that whoever stopped would not simply take
advantage of me? I decided the best thing to do was
relax and try to get some rest.
It took quite a while for sleep to overtake me, but it
finally did and I awoke to the sun shining in the east.
Instantly, I rose to my feet and looked for something to
use to open the barn doors. There was an old, wooden
stick, probably a handle for a shovel or something
similar, on the ground along the side of the barn so I
picked it up and drug it to the barn doors. Firmly
grabbing one end, I carefully tried to push the other
end up through the handle, which took a little time
considering I had to hold the stick behind my back.
After several tries, the stick was through the handle
and I pulled to the right. The board began to move and I
heard a sharp "snap" as the stick broke in two. "Shit!"
I tried to scream through my gag as I dropped the
remains of the stick to the ground. It would have
worked, but I needed to find something stronger. So, off
I went again looking for anything that might work and
keeping an eye out for cars. There wasn't anything else
useful by the barn, but the chicken coup had a large
pile of junk in back and I headed straight for it.
Since the front door of the chicken coup faced the
house, being behind the building put me in plain view of
the road. There were no cars in sight, so I began to
look through the pile very carefully. Many sharp objects
like barbed wire, pieces of sheet metal, and boards with
nails in them were in the pile and I didn't want to cut
myself. While searching, I found a narrow, metal fence
post. It was about 4 feet long and would easily fit into
the handle so I grabbed it and began pulling it out of
the pile.
As I looked up, I saw a car coming and quickly drug the
post behind me and hid around the side of the coup until
the car passed the farm. Then, I went back to the barn
doors and pushed the post into the handle. This time,
nothing broke and the board slid all the way out and
fell to the ground. I was so excited that I almost
couldn't believe it had worked. Sliding my fingers in
between the doors, I pulled them outwards and turned
around.
Walking inside the barn, I headed straight to the far
corner and knelt down to pick up my keys. The keys were
all different so it took a while to find out which key
fit into which lock. Also, my hands were sweaty and
trembling from all the excitement. Even with these
setbacks, I patiently went through the keys until
finding the one that opened the lock behind my back.
Once that was done, I had no problem opening all the
other locks and removing my ball gag. My jaw hurt so
badly that I started to cry, but I knew that the pain
would go away in time.
Now, all I needed were my clothes from the shed and I
could go home. Leaving all my bondage items on the
floor, to be picked up later, I took the keys and headed
outside towards the trail. As I neared the road, I saw a
car in the distance and paused for a moment, considering
what to do.
I decided to go for it and dashed across the road and up
the trail, hoping that the driver was too far away to
see me, or at least too far away to notice that I was
nude. When the shed was in sight, I stopped and looked
back at the road. Half expecting the driver to stop the
car at the trail, or at least slow down, I was relieved
to see the car pass right on by.
I then went to the shed and unlocked the door. Walking
inside, I quickly threw my clothes on and headed home.
It took me a while to get back, and the first thing that
I did was drink a couple large glasses of water. Then I
took a warm bath and thought about how lucky I was to be
free, and about what my next self bondage game would be.
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