CAUGHT

Self-bondage needs to be carefully planned down to the smallest detail. Although the idea of becoming stuck in my self-imposed bonds is rather arousing, the reality (after the panic, the excitement and the orgasms) isn't... so, these days, I try to avoid spontaneous self-bondage of any complexity. But even with this basic precaution, even the best-laid plans can go awry...

It was a boring Sunday afternoon. I was on my own and there was nothing on the TV that I wanted to watch, and no unfinished stories hanging about on my hard disk that I wanted to complete. So, I decided to venture to the local woods for a little bit of outdoor self bondage. As usual, my first priority was to decide what to wear. I could see the sun shining outside, despite a few grey clouds on the horizon, so I didn't want to go overboard with vast amounts of fetish wear - plus, I knew that my struggles (and my arousal) would get me hot and sweaty. So, after a quick rummage through my drawers and wardrobe, I eventually came up with the following outfit: a very comfortable black leather thong, a pair of black elbow-length gloves and a pair of black strappy heels. I packed some of my toys into my cute little cool-bag - a ring-gag, a blindfold, a length of chain, a padlock, a collar, a leash, a pair of handcuffs and the relevant keys (plus a piece of string with the middle of its length coiled up in an ice-cube).

I put on my long coat and stepped out the door into the warm sunshine. I smiled - I wanted to open my coat and let my almost-naked body bathe in the glow, but I was sure that the neighbours would complain. And I'm not that much of an exhibitionist... yet. I put the strap of the cool-bag over my shoulder and headed (in my ridiculously high heels) to the bus stop. The clicking of my heels on the pavement earned me lingering looks from some of the men I passed, and I felt a rush whenever I thought of how little I was wearing, and how close they were to my almost-nakedness...

The wait at the bus stop and the bus ride itself were both disappointingly uneventful, but before too long I was standing at the edge of the forest. I had a quick look around to make sure that no-one was watching, and then disappeared into the undergrowth. Hiding in a bush, I removed my coat and placed it folded-up on the ground. I then put the cool-bag over my shoulder and ventured deeper into the forest, wearing just the black leather thong, gloves and heels... I stayed away from the main paths, so I knew that there was very little chance of anyone seeing me in my half-naked glory, but still I was feeling somewhat nervous, somewhat excited. My progress was slow due to me keeping away from the paths, and slower still due to my high heels.

And then I saw it - the perfect clearing. The sunlight was filtering down through the trees, creating a mottled shade that would keep me warm and not burn my skin. I put the cool-bag on the ground and started work - the first task was to set up the release. I found a suitable tree with a branch reaching out across the middle of the clearing, and climbed a little way up the trunk (difficult in high heels, I might add) so I could attach the frozen string (complete with keys tied to the end of it) to the branch. Back on the ground, I slung the chain over the branch above me and fastened the two ends with the padlock, forming a loop which was just within my reach. After that, it was just a simple case of pulling the ring-gag into my mouth, the collar and leash around my neck and the blindfold over my eyes and I was ready for the final stage. I reached up, feeling for the chain, and put the handcuffs over it before quickly fastening them to my wrists...

And there I was... helpless. Standing in the middle of a clearing, blindfolded and gagged, my hands stretched above my head by the handcuffs and chain, wearing just a collar and leash, gloves, heels and a black leather thong... feeling the warm, filtered sunshine on my naked breasts as I moved around as far as my bonds would allow. I could walk a little way, in a little circle underneath the branch, and I imagined what it would look like to someone hiding in the bushes at the edge of the clearing. What would they think had happened to me? Would they notice the keys, hanging from a string above my head?

My thoughts were interrupted by a sudden coldness on my left nipple... I gasped into the gag. The ice cube was melting in the sunshine, and the ice-cold drops were landing on my breast... I moved around under the branch, enjoying the sensation, trying to get the drops of water to land on different parts of my body. It was surprisingly difficult to judge while blindfolded, but I managed to direct them to my nipples, my open mouth and my thong...

As I was trying to get a drop of ice-cold water to land between my buttocks, I was surprised by a cold drop of water landing on my chest. I thought my aim was better than that, but then I felt another drop land on my face. It was then that I noticed that the hot sunshine I had been feeling on my naked skin was no longer there... and that it was beginning to rain. Just what I didn't need...

With no way to avoid the cold raindrops falling on my naked flesh, all I could do was walk in little circles, trying to keep warm, my arms helplessly stretch above my head, waiting for the ice to melt and the key to drop. The rain was getting colder and harder, and I cursed to myself as I realised that the ice cube would take even longer to melt without the direct sunlight. I continued to walk, but noticed that my progress was getting slower and more difficult - the earth beneath my feet was turning to mud, and my high heels were sinking into it. I felt the handcuffs tighten against my wrists as I was stretched, and moaned into my ring-gag... this felt so sexy and I felt so helpless, unable to protect myself from the rain, squidging through the thick mud.

I smiled as much as my ring-gag allowed me when I felt the key swing down and brush against my fingertips. Soon, it would all be over. I reached up with my gloved fingers, trying to grip it, but could only just touch it with the tips of my fingers. After a few more attempts, I realised that I couldn't reach it... the key to my salvation was millimetres out of my reach. How could I have misjudged it? And then I worked out what had happened... I had sunk into the mud... and it was just enough to put the key out of my reach. I cursed into the gag... I was stuck.

The rain eventually stopped and I felt warm sunshine on my almost naked body again. I was blindfolded, gagged and bound helpless in the middle of a remote clearing, far from help, wearing just a pair of elbow-length gloves, a g-string, high heels, collar and leash. How could I have been so stupid? Perhaps I could have somehow predicted that this might happen?

My thoughts turned to escape. Maybe, if I waited long enough, the ground would harden again and I could reach the keys? But how long would I have to wait? I shivered, the cold raindrops still on my naked flesh, keeping me cold despite the sunlight. And then I heard a rustle in the undergrowth nearby. I turned in the direction of the noise, but didn't hear anything more. I mumbled something into my gag, trying to get the attention of whoever it was. And that was assuming it was a person... what would happen if a wild animal found me like this?

I felt something brush against my foot. I froze, not daring to move a muscle. The 'something' slowly moved up my calf, tracing a line up the back of my leg until it got to my knee. It then moved around to my inner thigh, and continued the ascent. It felt like a finger, with a long nail. It traced the outline of my g-string, before moving up my tummy and between my breasts. I murmured into my gag again, trying to make myself understood... I was feeling just a little bit vulnerable and scared.

I heard some more rustling, but this wasn't undergrowth. It was clothes. And then I felt what was unmistakeably a naked body pressing against my back... a naked female body... I moaned into my gag as she reached around and cupped my breasts. My nipples stood to proud, erect attention immediately, and I felt her hot breath on the back of my neck as she gently massaged, kneaded, tugged and squeezed... and then her hands moved upwards, along my gloved arms, to where my wrists were securely cuffed. And then I heard a snap as she broke the string from which the key was hanging. And my only escape was completely in her control.

Who was this stranger who had found me? Who was this stranger who had stripped naked and taken my key? Who was this stranger who was now cupping my buttocks and licking my nipples? She was standing in front of me now, and her hands moved up my sides to cup my breasts again, and her kisses moved up to my ring-gagged mouth... I could do nothing to stop her kissing my lips, and pushing her tongue into my wide open mouth... my tongue played with hers briefly before she withdrew.

And then she reached up and unlocked my handcuffs. I breathed a sigh of relief, I was free! Perhaps that little snippet of erotic action was her way of taking payment for releasing me? I reached up to remove my blindfold, but I felt her fingers close around my wrists - quick as a flash, she had pulled my hands behind my back and re-attached the handcuffs!

I felt a tug on my collar - she had taken the leash, and was using it to lead me somewhere. I struggled with my handcuffs, but they were tight around my wrists and I was as helpless as before. After a few minutes of very slow progress, we stopped - I couldn't feel the sunshine on my body any more, and the ground beneath my high heels felt firmer, but still uneven. My captor/tormentor pulled down on the leash, forcing me down on my knees... and then she pulled me forward, and my gagged lips found flesh... her flesh... I imagined that she had taken my leash between her legs and pulled it up behind her, tight between her naked buttocks, forcing my mouth into her pussy...

I reached out with my tongue, and found her labia... I lapped slowly, with long strokes, and heard her moaning above me - the first sound I had heard her make. I pushed my tongue deeper into her, tasting her, exploring her, urged on by the crescendo of her moans, my ring-gag tight against her as she pulled on the leash, forcing me to pleasure her as best I could... My tongue found her clit, and I teased her mercilessly, before pushing back into her again, licking around, tasting, exploring, thrusting. She staggered, her knees obviously feeling weak, and I renewed my efforts until I felt her grinding against my face, bringing on her orgasm. She drenched my face with her juices as she climaxed, and I could do nothing to stop them flowing into my mouth... but, then, I didn't want to stop them.

The pressure on the leash was released, and I staggered to my feet. I felt her press the key to my handcuffs into my gloved hands, and I knew my (rather pleasurable) ordeal was over. I felt her kiss my cheek and brush my hair away from my face. I moaned softly into my gag, and quickly released my hands from the cuffs (rather fiddly in gloves, I might add). I removed my blindfold, but my tasty tormentor was nowhere to be seen. I removed the ring-gag, followed by the collar and leash. Where was she?

I looked down at myself. Half-naked, wet, muddy... and horny. I would have sweet dreams tonight. I gathered my things and headed back out of the forest. It was getting dark. I hoped I would be able to find where I had hidden my coat, otherwise the bus ride home would be very interesting...