Author's Note: Just a short story I've worked off and on for a while. Hope you enjoy!


Part 1

Trish paused in the shadow of the doorway, glancing nervously in all directions before opening the rusted metal door to the abandoned industrial building and stepping inside the cool darkness. Safe inside, she dropped a small clear plastic bag to one side. The bag clinked lightly as it hit the floor. The pupils of her startlingly light blue eyes expanded instantly to compensate for the lack of light, and it took her a few minutes for her vision to adjust.

Her loose blonde hair flowed down past her shoulders, setting off her tanned skin even in the dim light. Not hesitating an instant - more from eagerness than fear of backing out, she quickly pulled her old tank top over her head, exposing her 34DD cups in the process. Her threadbare shorts shimmied down the long legs of her 5'-6" frame shortly afterwards, and her cheap canvas shoes were last.

She had worn nothing she intended to keep.

Rolling her clothing up into a ball and grabbing a small disposable vial and a cheap plastic lighter from the contents of the plastic bag, she walked to an exterior door at the back of the building and opened it slowly. Peeking outside briefly, she once more verified no one else was within miles and stepped out timidly into the hot sun.

Being thus exposed outside she felt the sun and hot breeze on her bare skin. Of course she had to squint after being in the confines of the dark building, even if it had been only for a few minutes, and the thought occurred to her that as temporarily blinded as she was she would have a hard time noticing anyone watching her right now, which simply increased her arousal that much more.

She also had to step quickly, as the asphalt was scorching hot!

Making sure she was well clear of anything flammable, Trish piled her clothing loosely on the hot pavement and poured the contents of the small vial onto the shorts. The liquid she poured out was lighter fluid. She steadied the disposable lighter under the tank top, flicked it a few times, and set fire to the edge of her tank top before dropping it onto her shorts and shoes.

The whole pile went up instantly in a rush of flames that had Trish backing up from the sudden intense heat, and then it just as quickly settled back down to a low smokeless flame that quickly reduced her clothing to nothing more than scorched useless rags.

Trish really wanted to step back into the shadows, even back inside the building door, to watch and make sure the fire didn't get out of hand while at the same time completely burning up her clothing, but she forced herself to stand completely nude in the middle of the deserted loading dock area and watch the flame burn down. She had to constantly shift from one foot to the other due to the hot pavement, and she allowed herself the small modesty of attempting to cover her breasts and vagina with her hands.

The act of trying to cover herself only made her nudity more apparent to her senses, and she could already feel her cunt growing wet. She'd been moist all morning, but now it was well beyond simple arousal.

She was actually going through with her fantasy!

After the fire had burnt itself out, which took only a few minutes, Trish hurried back in through the back door to continue with her grand plan.

The building she had chosen for her adventure was several miles from any activity, in one of the so called "economic development zones" that small towns grasped at as a way of stimulating their local economies.

As with many others before, this effort had failed as the economy tumbled, leaving numerous empty buildings standing on bare paved lots, and empty streets that reverted back to the town's possession. The companies, of course, had negotiated favorable tax arrangements for moving in to begin with - but it had not been enough to save them when the economy fell.

The result was an industrial neighborhood that was for all intents a ghost town located at the end of a two lane hardtop a few miles from the nearest major highway. A chain across the road at the abandoned guardhouse barred most casual visitors from going more than a few dozen yards down this road, and a chain link fence surrounded the development and left tall brown grass to slowly take over the undeveloped lots that had not been sold by the time the economy had imploded.

Sure, there was a town caretaker who came around occasionally, but in general he was content to check off his list of inspections from the comfort of his apartment sofa as he watched TV and drank too much beer. Instead of making the rounds every day, the town would be lucky if he showed up once a month.

Trish was relying upon this last bit of information, having carefully observed the caretaker's schedule over a course of several months. As such, she was fairly confident she would not be disturbed, but not 100% confident - which provided a bit of extra excitement to today's endeavors.

The fact she had refrained from engaging in any of her normal self-bondage sessions, or even regular masturbation, during this time only heightened her arousal now that she was going through with her plans.

It had been a long hike from town, across some naturally wooded areas and open pasture that were similarly devoid of any other human presence, then underneath the fence at the back of the lot.

She had chosen one of the larger buildings, more or less in the center of the development, for her session. The metal building was two stories tall, and had a mezzanine in one half of it with the remainder being open space from floor to roof, with a half dozen large garage doors on one end indicating where loading docks use to be, and just beyond those doors had been where Trish had burned her clothing. Windows located up high let in sunlight, but there were no windows at the lower levels which meant any chance visitors would not be in a position to inadvertently look in and see her.

For some reason, this building had been left unlocked, meaning Trish didn't have to break in.

On her hike into the development, she had pre-positioned a slightly too small 2-piece white string bikini. This rather abbreviated clothing was located inside the guardhouse in a small wrinkled greasy fast food bag, along with a key.

The key, of course, was integral to her being able to get home again without abject humiliation - but there would be humiliation enough even with the bikini. She had created the bikini herself, using her own body as the design surface. She'd made it out of the flimsiest, thinnest, most threadbare material she could find and when she wore it her areolas as well as her labia were clearly visible through the garment.

The clothing really consisted of nothing more than three very abbreviated triangles of sheer material, with small elastic strings attached at the corners.

When dressed in the bikini, the top barely covered her nipples, and only then if she constantly tugged it back into place as it tended to slip to the sides. The bottom, while it stayed in place more predictably, was nothing but string in the back and the material barely covered her vagina and didn't cover her shaven mons at all. If she were to move too quickly, her vaginal lips would slip easily out either side of the bottom half.

In trying it on she had noticed herself even then getting quite aroused, and the result was the filmy material grew damp and conformed noticeably to her vagina and became even more transparent.

She might as well not wear anything at all! But the point was, even clothed, she would have to sneak back into town to avoid being seen.

After all, a busty blonde wearing next to nothing and a dog collar would certainly draw more attention than she was prepared for!

One of the things Trish wanted to maintain was sense of simplicity.

She wasn't going for anything elaborate - and to be honest she didn't have the extra cash to put into fancy bondage equipment which is why she had pretty much made everything herself.

As a result of her lack of funds she had been forced to turn to her imagination, the mother of invention, and procure from her local hardware store various items she would now use for her self-bondage session.

Those items consisted of rope cut to various lengths, a short 1 inch diameter plastic tube, light cotton cord - also cut to various lengths, different lengths of chain, some padlocks, and some 1 ¼" diameter steel rings. A small Styrofoam cup, wrapped in generous amounts of paper towel, held a solid chunk of ice in which was embedded a key.

Of course she had some toys as well, but those had been relatively inexpensive and consisted only of a pair of leather wrist and ankle cuffs, a vibrating anal plug, and a vibrating egg.

A few more items she had acquired were a small red ball from a local pet store that had a number of holes already in it and a thick, black, spiked leather collar sized appropriately for a Great Dane. She also had purchased a small pack of rubber bands from a local pharmacy. These rubber bands were actually very similar to the kind used on braces for teeth, and were very small and strong.

She'd also brought along a pair of 6" closed toe stilettos, some plastic zip ties, and a small plastic bag with uncooked grains of rice inside.

Last but not least she included a strange pair of pliers she had found at a yard sale. She wasn't sure what they had been used for originally, but they looked like needle nose pliers except they were bent at a 90 degree angle and when the handles were squeezed the pliers opened instead of closed.

Under the mezzanine structure, during her scouting she had previously noticed a small pile of what looked like some kind of torpedo shaped solid cast iron counterweights with integral eyelets on one end. She had no idea what they had been for, but she had a new use in mind for them.

The first thing Trish did was stack a pile of weights under a beam, then loop the nylon rope through their eyelets and tie them off. By her estimate, there was easily 50 pounds of weight now on the end of the rope.

When she was done, she could smell her perfume, her own scent exaggerated by her exertions as perspiration had begun to glisten on her skin. Though nude, it was still rather warm inside the building.

She tossed the rope up and over the beam, then tossed it over another beam about ten feet away. Pulling on it, she managed to lift the weights several feet off of the floor. Satisfied, she lowered the weights back to the floor, tied a loop into the rope at shoulder height and then fused the nylon to a permanent knot with the lighter. She then lifted the weights again and tied the remainder of the rope off to a column with a slip knot and passed a padlock through the loop before continuing with her agenda.

Locating the perfect spot, Trish removed the ice from the Styrofoam cup. The free end of a string hung from what had been the ice in the top of the cup, and to this Trish tied off some of the light cord. Carefully, she tossed the ice several times until she managed to get it over another beam. Lowering it down, she adjusted the height until it was just above her own head and then she tied it off.

She really loved the feeling of her breasts swinging free as she reached high, and kept clinching her fists to keep herself from rubbing them right then. If she started, she wouldn't stop until she had cum and she didn't want that - at least just yet.

Figuring the ice would melt rapidly in the heat, she hurried onto the next stage, which involved her pouring some of the rice into the shoes. Leaning against a column, she slipped her feet into the shoes and instantly felt the rice dig into her toes and the bottoms of her feet. Wincing at the sensation, she forced herself to hurry, and buckled the shoes into place at her ankles. Using two of the zip ties, she laced them through the holes in the leather strapping, over the top of her feet, then underneath her sole, back up, and then around her ankles before pulling them snug. Until she could return home and cut them off, she was now trapped in the shoes no matter what else happened.

Having brought no lube, she was forced to slicken the anal plug with her tongue, playing the tip of her tongue about the end and deliberately drooling as much as possible onto it as if she were preparing to give a lover a blow job.

Satisfied, she squatted with her back to the column and ignored her protesting feet as she slipped her hands down and carefully slid the plug in. It took a few tries, but eventually she forced it in, popping it in at about the same time she was reconsidering this part as it was too painful.

Biting her lower lip, she suppressed the urge to scream as waves of pain rolled through her from between her ass cheeks as she clasped her hands together to keep from instinctively trying to remove the plug immediately.

As the pain subsided, she realized she had momentarily forgotten about how painful her shoes were. Shifting back to the bag reminded her immediately of what was in store for her for the foreseeable future though.

Resisting again the urge to stop, she pulled out the vibrating egg and activated the switch. She'd always been too squeamish to have her labia pierced, so she had to make do with other methods of confining the egg within her and would have to constantly hold it in until later in her preparations.

She did allow herself a small amount of pleasure, then stopped as she felt her arousal start to gain too much steam.

Her exposed and fully swollen labia tingled with every touch!

Careful to not lose her toys, she reached up high and placed the remote control for the egg high on a beam out of reach. Well, out of reach when she was done, anyway.

Figuring now was as good a time as any, Trish laced some light cord through the rubber ball, then popped it into her mouth. It was exactly the right size, and after wedging it firmly behind her teeth the cord was almost needless as she would not have been able to spit it out even if she had tried. Still, she pulled it snugly to the back of her head and tied it off in a double knot.

A few test breaths confirmed her ability to breath easily still, and Trish noticed quickly that she was already drooling. She started to wipe the slickness from her breasts, then stopped when she realized this was just the beginning.

Next she placed the cuffs on her ankles, then locked the cuffs and a few inches of chain between her ankles with two of the padlocks.

Damn that vibrating egg was distracting!

She wrapped cord above and below her knees, tying it off in front of her calves. She then slipped some cord down the center of the plastic tube and made a loop at the end. The free ends of the cord she tied off in knots.

Next she took the remaining chain and looped it around her waist. She had already secured the two metal rings, with the result being that one ring was located on her lower abdomen with the other located at the top of the crack of her ass.

She slipped the free end of the chain down through the ring in front, brought the chain up between her legs, and nestled it firmly down the center of her vagina before passing the end back up through the ring at the small of her back. Once she had it pulled almost painfully tight, she slipped a padlock through the links securing it in place.

It would not be coming free until much later, and in the meantime her toys would not be going anywhere! The vibrating egg and anal plug both seemed to sink even deeper into her body!

Next up was a very real experiment for Trish. While she had tested the various other items she'd brought on different occasions, the rubber bands were something quite new and Trish had deliberately refrained from testing them out.

She wanted a novel experience.

Slipping a rubber band over the tips of the funny pliers, she doubled wrapped the rubber band, then did the same again so two rubber bands were now tightly wrapped around the end of the tool.

Lifting her already sensitive left breast, Trish allowed herself a small amount of pleasure, rubbing and teasing her drool slickened nipple to even greater hardness.

Taking a deep breath, she squeezed the pliers, stretching the rubber bands tightly before working them over her nipple. Once a generous amount of nipple was past the plier jaws, she worked the rubber bands off the end.

Trish knew of nothing for the next several minutes until she realized she was crouched once more, her back to the column with both hands holding her breast. A second later she realized she had been screaming!

Shakily, before she lost her nerve, and trying hard not to look at her already burning left nipple, Trish repeated the process with her right breast. She didn't lose track of where she was this time, but she definitely experienced every second of lancing pain that she had inflicted upon herself until the waves of agony ebbed down to a slow constant stream.

Wiping the tears from her eyes she hobbled over to the rope secured at the column, wincing with every step, two more small pieces of tape in her hands that had small pieces of cotton in their middle.

After verifying she would be within reach of the chain and iced up key, she carefully placed the tape over her eyes.

Everything went black.

Reaching down to the pile of remaining items she had deliberately piled on the floor within reach, Trish felt around until she found the dog collar.

It felt quite alien around her neck as she snugged it up, the spikes poking her careless hands a time or two before she realized she really did need to be more careful. The brass heart shaped dog tag she'd made at the local pet shop felt cold as it settled at the front of her throat just above her collar bones. The tag, of course, read "Slut Puppy".

Another lock secured the collar, ensuring it remained around her neck until she retrieved the key.

Feeling around again, she found the leather cuffs for her wrists and quickly secured them with padlocks, then felt about for the plastic tube with the cord looped through it.

Slipping a padlock hasp through the open loop on one end, Trish reached behind her and with her wrists at her back began to work the other end of the loop up her arms until it reached her elbows.

With one end of the cord restricted by the padlock hasp, the other end of the loop would only open up so much, which required Trish to pin her arms tighter together until she realized her elbows were meeting.

Working the plastic tube now in order to slide the whole thing up a bit higher on her now pinned arms, Trish felt until she found the padlock on the other end.

Being careful not to slip it out of the loop, she worked the hasp until it slipped around both steel rings set into her wrist cuffs. Once the padlock was in place, she clicked it shut and locked her wrists as well as the loop and plastic tube into place.

This padlock also was opened only by the key waiting for her along with her clothing.

Carefully, Trish made her way to where she guessed the column was. Feeling it brush against her shoulder, she turned and positioned herself until she had the nylon rope in her hands.

Careful not to drop the last padlock or lose the rope, Trish slipped the hasp through the padlock hasp at her wrists and clicked it shut.

Taking a deep breath yet again, she braced herself and tugged sharply on the slipknot rope.

Once free of the rope around the column, the weights fell suddenly, dragging Trish along in a clumsy attempt to keep on her feet as she dangled at the end of the rope. Her arms wrenched upward in a strappado, inflaming her shoulders instantly.

Trish yelped of course, both in surprise and pain, as she had not expected it to be this sudden or painful, but now she was truly stuck until the ice melted.

Now she was stuck, until the ice melted at least, in a forced strappado position, standing in rice filled shoes she could not remove without a knife, her nipples already agonizingly sensitive, blinded, wearing a dog collar, with a vibrating egg and an anal plug plying away at her body's nether regions!

Pure bliss!

Trish settled in now to her fantasy, fantasy of course being all she had to keep her company in such a small and straitlaced town.

It was one she had gone over in her mind innumerable times as she had masturbated herself into oblivion, her arms and legs spread wide as she had handcuffed herself to her bed and let the vibrator do it's job.

Only now, she was outside of the safe confines of her home, living a more real fantasy, completely aware in the back of her mind just how vulnerable she was if she were to be discovered.

The scandal in such a small town would be devastating, but then again the danger was part of the allure!

But now back to her fantasy of the moment.

She had been kidnapped and dragged to this abandoned warehouse. Her clothing had been brutally ripped from her body and burned before her eyes and she had been collared as a pet - all as a way of dehumanizing her as her kidnappers told her of all of the ways they were going to have their way with her.

For now, she was a toy to be on display as they decided who would have her first. When they did decide, they were going to use her as a sex toy for as long as they liked.

As the sweat and drool dripped from her helpless body, she knew it was only a matter of time before they took her down and used her.

Damn that vibrating egg felt good!

Howard settled back, bored.

Flipping through the channels, he found nothing on television he was interested in.

Of course, he was only looking at the porn channels, but then again that was the only thing he had any interest in. The sad thing was, he had already seen everything available on the stations!

It wasn't even the fact he'd seen all of the porn movies already, to be honest, that bothered him the most. It was the fact he could find no fetish or bondage movies playing. That's what he really wanted to see.

He'd fantasized a million times about having a girlfriend as kinky as what he saw in those movies, someone who liked to be tied up, liked bondage and erotic scenarios, liked the idea of exhibitionism and danger, but being in such a small town he knew it would never happen.

Hell, he couldn't even get a "normal" girl to look at him twice!

Quiet and unassuming, he didn't present the image of an alpha male by any means, and he'd eventually settled into a routine of staying home most of the time, and only occasionally making the rounds of his job, which was to watch over the old economic development zone property.

Nobody ever bothered it though, so he would only go out maybe once or twice a month now, just enough to say he was showing up but not so rarely that anyone would notice - not that they'd care anyway.

Completely bored to death now, he decided that a ride out in the sunny air would be nice for a change, and so tossing his fifteenth can of hyper-caffeinated soft drink into the trash he headed out to the county owned pickup truck sitting outside.

Twenty minutes later, he was within site of the entrance to the old development zone.

Trish gasped around the gag now. She had lost count of the number of orgasms that had ripped through her body.

What had started out as an adventure was now becoming more painful than even she liked to experience.

Her arms were killing her, and her hands and fingers were almost numb. The battery in the vibrating egg refused to die, or even slow down, and she wasn't sure how many more orgasms she could take before she completely blacked out from the over stimulation.

To top it off, her feet were killing her!

Still, she could only stand and wait for the key to drop. Until that happened, she wasn't going anywhere!

Her moans were well muffled by the gag.

Howard stopped at the empty gatehouse and unlocked the chain. Pausing a moment, he glanced inside to check his suspicions.

Sure enough, some asshole had used the trash can again to discard an old greasy fast food bag, some beer bottles and some Styrofoam cups!

Muttering obscenities to himself, he emptied the trash can into a small container he kept in the back of the truck and returned it to the gate house.

Damn kids.

Sliding back behind the wheel, he put it back into gear and proceeded towards the empty gray buildings in the distance.

Shiiiiiiittttttttt!!!!!!!!!!!!

Trish felt herself becoming disoriented. She was on the verge of panicking as the last wave of pleasure had her involuntarily clenching her soaked thighs together yet again. The tear soaked cotton covering her eyes were very real evidence that she had over estimated her endurance level this time.

And her feet really were absolutely killing her!

Reaching back, she could not yet feel the string and key. She was certain it should have fallen by now!

Maybe she had misjudged where it would fall? Maybe she had misjudged the length of the string and it was too short? Maybe it had tangled up somehow and was not going to drop at all?

Trish's panic level began to rise.

If she didn't escape her predicament on her own, it could be weeks before anyone found her! Her panic swelled to match her swollen labia at the thought.

This of course coincided with yet another burst of energy from the vibrating egg.

Aaarrrrggggghhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Trish tossed her head back, her sweat soaked hair slapping against her bound arms and her sweaty back as she bit down onto the ball gag yet again. Her normally smooth forehead creased as she frowned and veins popped up prominently, under her black spiked dog collar, in her blood suffused neck.

She tried instinctively to flex her legs, but could only twist them slightly as she was so securely bound at ankles and knees, so she was left hopping slightly, trying anything to gain relief.

Howard had completely circled the outer perimeter, and was working on the roads going through the center of the development now.

In the road ahead, he noticed a black smear, and pulled to a stop.

It was annoying, as he had been daydreaming as he drove about one of his favorite movie scenes. The damsel in distress was completely nude and bound, awaiting her captors sexual favors, and he always had thought the actress had really nailed the part with the look of panic on her face at the thought of what was coming to her.

And of course the subsequent portions of the movie were every bit as perverted as Howard was.

Stepping out of the truck again, he walked over the sizzling pavement and looked down at the remains of what was obviously an old campfire.

Damn vagrants!

Using a small shovel from the truck, he scooped up what was left and tossed it in with the rest of the trash in the trash bin in back of the truck, closed the lid, and slammed the door as he climbed back behind the wheel.

Trish had heard the truck approaching.

At first, she had thought she was imagining it, but then after a few seconds, especially with the redneck music blasting from it's radio, she was certain she was not imagining things.

Her first impulse had been to pray fervently that whoever it was, wouldn't stop.

Then she had heard the vehicle stop.

She heard the door opening.

Then she thought, if she really were trapped, this may be her only hope of escape!

At the thought, she cringed. How would anyone react to seeing her tied up like this, obviously at her own hand?

But self preservation kicked in too hard when she heard the vehicle door slam, and Trish began to scream past the gag at the top of her lungs as the thought of them driving away and leaving her here to die thrust itself first and foremost into her thoughts.

Howard paused a moment, uncertain, looking around a bit.

Making up his mind that he better check, just to be safe, he climbed back out of the truck.

Trish heard the truck door again, creaking open on worn out hinges. Hope rose in her drool covered breasts as she thought whoever it was had actually heard her.

She screamed again, as loud as she could.

Howard stepped back towards the back of the truck, paused again to consider, then pulled out the small shovel.

Better safe than sorry. You really never know what you may have to deal with.

Trish screamed non-stop, her throat becoming raw in the process but she didn't care. Help was just on the other side of that wall!

A sobbing whimper interspersed itself with her screams.

Howard stepped forward once again, and opened the lid to the trash bin in the back of the truck. Thrusting the shovel down inside, he stirred at the rags the vagrants had made their fire with, making sure it was not hot.

It would be very embarrassing to have his truck catch fire!

Satisfied it was completely safe now, he closed the bin, tossed the shovel back into the truck bed, and climbed back inside the cab and began the short drive home.

Maybe a new selection of porn flicks was now airing?

Trish heard the vehicle pulling away now. Her panic crested just as the vibrating egg assaulted her with seemingly renewed vigor.

The combination of panic, pleasure, and hopelessness that rolled over her was overwhelming, and she soon found herself sagging pitifully on the chain from the most massive orgasm she had ever endured, staggering then to keep upright and take the strain off of her arms once more.

Her savior had left her.

She wept uncontrollably now, her head shaking in rejection from side to side at the predicament she was in.

When would they discover her body?

How long could she stand here like this? How long could she endure the lack of water and rest before her body gave out on her and she sagged helplessly to dangle on the end of the taut chain she was suspended from?

As her despair drove her to the brink of madness, she felt the key drop, bouncing gently at the end of it's string against her ass.

Weeping more, only now from joy and relief, Trish carefully worked the string through her fingers until she had the key in her sweaty grip.

More by muscle memory than intent, as her fingers were so numb, she was shortly afterwards laying on her side on the cool concrete floor, her arms still pinned behind her back - but now off of her feet and free of the chain swinging lazily above her heaving and spastic body.

The damned vibrating egg didn't even slow down.

After a long time - and well after yet another mind altering orgasm - Trish finally rolled over onto her knees and worked her way into the general direction of the column, at least as she remembered it's location being.

After perhaps a half hour of futility, she bumped into it and began rubbing her face against the beam. A few minutes later, one eye was tiredly staring out as she began to rub the tape on her other eye against the corners of the beam.

Eventually both pieces of tape and cotton lay on the floor at her knees and she took stock of her situation.

Glancing fearfully down at her body, she sobbed at the purple hue her nipples had taken on.

Afraid she would simply lay there and give up if she didn't press on, Trish forced herself to her aching feet and began timidly working her way to the door.

Each step seemed to bring new sensations now from the vibrating egg. She really needed to remember which brand of batteries she used!

With the chain between her ankles, she could only take short steps of 6 inches or so, so it was going to be a long trek to the guardhouse to retrieve the key to her handcuffs and her clothing for the furtive walk back into town.

Fortunately, she could tell from the faint glow coming through the windows that it was almost night, so she was certain she could slip into the guardhouse unnoticed, release her restraints, change into her ultra-teeny bikini, and furtively slip back into town to her home to end her adventure with a well deserved hot bath and good night's sleep.

Thank goodness she didn't have to try to do THAT particularly challenging trip in her current restraints!


Part 2 (added: 08/17/2010)

Trish stared at the empty trash can, almost unwilling to believe her eyes.

It had taken her hours to make it to the guard house!

Her first problem was the fact she could only take very short steps due to the chain between her ankles. The second problem was she had kept dropping to the ditch beside the two lane road every time she heard a car in the distance.

With her being in a hurry every time, she had little chance to plan her fall to protect herself, and more than once had landed on her tender breasts. Unfortunately, none of her falls had been enough to dislodge the rubber bands tormenting her nipples! The dry brown grass tended to poke at her, and the heat was simply unbearable at the end of such a long scorching afternoon even though the sun had just set.

At this point, she was entirely covered in sweat, drool, dirt, grime, and bits of grass that had stuck to her wet glistening skin. She was amazed at how much drool she was capable of producing - and most of it seemed to remain on her breasts!

Several times she had simply continued laying there in the ditch, long after the car she had heard was long gone in the distance, because she was so exhausted, breathing heavily past the ball gag, completely dejected.

Finally, she had made it to the guard shack and was now standing dumbly in the doorway.

Her feet were killing her, the entire front of her body was covered in sweat and drool and dirt, the crotch chain felt like it had shrunk it was so tight and uncomfortable, the vibrators continued to ply away at her most sensitive of body regions mercilessly, her cunt was soaked, her ass was sore - and her clothing and the damn key was gone!

She would have banged her fists in frustration except for the fact that her wrists were bound behind her back. Instead, she settled for uncontrolled sobbing and uselessly wringing her fists behind her back as she tried to think about her options as she stood in the guard house doorway.

She was so caught up in her predicament, in fact, that she almost didn't notice the car coming down the road. Glancing to the side, she realized headlights were approaching fast and quickly crouched under the short half wall of the guard house, hoping desperately that nobody saw her.

In spite of the pain, in spite of the agony in her feet, in spite of the aches in her arms and legs and back, and even in spite of the burning agony in each of her nipples, she actually found herself becoming excited all over again as she crouched near the floor and hoped desperately not to be discovered.

With the vibrators still alive and well, she had to bite down on her ball gag to keep from screaming out in ecstasy as yet another orgasm rolled over her body, jolting her from this reality into some weird pseudo-reality of her own creation where there was no pain, no borderlines and no suffering. It was a reality of pure overwhelming pleasure that left her senses reeling and her body quivering in anticipation of the next trip into the twisted recesses of her suppressed mind.

As she stifled a whimper, she realized that the car had slowed down.

The very real possibility of discovery now brought her back to her senses in a flash as she stiffened instinctively and tried unsuccessfully to make herself even smaller than before. She was so uncoordinated , at the realization of what could happen in the next few minutes she accidentally slipped painfully down onto one sweaty buttock on the relative coolness of the concrete floor of the shack, rocking back and forth a bit as she realized she'd have to find a way to stand back up again - if she wasn't discovered first.

Uneasiness then gave way to almost outright panic when the vehicle turned into the drive way, it's headlights blazing through the bare windows of the guardhouse!

Had anyone been standing at the door, they would have seen Trish clearly now, crouched down helplessly on the floor in a fetal position as her mind tried to figure out an escape and her legs twitched in an almost uncontrolled fight or flight response.

Such was not necessary, however, as the vehicle backed up, reversed directions, and headed back the way it had come.

The driver had only been turning around.

The sheriff's deputy behind the wheel had just received a call about a disturbance and was on his way back to investigate. He hated it, as he was at the end of his shift when the call came in and now had no idea when he would get home.

Trish took a deep breath - well, at least as deep as her ball gag would allow - as she realized she'd been holding her breath during the episode.

Finally, her more logical mind began to reassert itself and she began to consider her next move.

Calling for help was completely out of the question. Likewise, simply showing up on the doorstep of anyone she knew was not an option. Showing up on the doorsteps of a complete stranger was even less of an option.

Somehow, she had to get back to her home.

She had a plan for getting back into her house, and she had a ring of extra keys she kept in the kitchen with which to unlock her bonds, the only question was how to get from the guardhouse to her house?

Once she rationalized that as being the true question, her mind set into motion figuring out a path that would expose her as little as possible.

As it turns out, it was basically the same path she would have taken anyway had she been able to release herself. The problem was she was hobbled and could only take short steps.

If discovered, running away was not an option!

It also meant that she had a very, very - very - long and painful walk ahead of her that was going to take several times the length of time to return home as it had for her to walk out here in the first place.

Trish was confident however that she could make it home before morning.

Besides, she thought wryly, she had that damn vibrating egg to keep her company!

Rolling over onto her knees, she peeked over the edge of the window sill and checked.

No cars in sight, but the concrete was certainly painful to kneel on!

Biting down once more on the ball gag, she forced herself to stand by placing her head against the wall and inching her feet upwards until she could stand up.

If anyone had cared to look in, she would have presented a lovely site with her shiny slick ass in the air and the steel chain disappearing into the crevice between her ass cheeks.

She long ago had lost sense of where the individual grains of rice had embedded themselves into her feet, she was only aware of a fresh surge of pain as she put weight on them and individual whimpers had given way to a general continuous moaning.

Awkwardly shambling back through the opening that passed for a door to the shack, she started taking measured steps back towards the abandoned buildings she'd spent most of the afternoon and early evening in.

As she passed the blackened and scorched pavement she'd burned her clothes on hours earlier, she rued the decisions she'd made that day and wished fervently she could go back in time and change the outcome!

She passed through the industrial area with relative safety, and even made it back through the undeveloped lots without being seen. After all the weeds in that area were actually taller than her head now, so she could travel through those areas unseen.

Now, hours later, an exhausted, panting Trish was standing under the harsh glare of nightlights, starting at the fence.

When she had come through it earlier that day, she had been free to use her arms and legs to scurry underneath. Now, however, the shallow depression under the fence would be much more difficult to negotiate given the complete lack of use of her arms and only the partial use of her legs.

She was thinking of ways to get through as easily as possible when the bugs, drawn by the nightlights, began to buzz around her. Inevitably, a few managed to get tangled in her hair.

Freaked out and shaking her head about, she shuffled forward as quickly as possible. The sooner she got through, the sooner she'd be away from the lights!

Kneeling first, Trish came down on her knees as gently as possible. With the hard dry earth, it was still a painful and jarring transition, however.

Next, she allowed herself to roll over onto her side, parallel to the fence, then scooted over in worm like fashion until she could feel the fencing itself on her shoulder.

She had no choice but to press her drool soaked breasts roughly into the ground, realizing in the process that she actually could still feel her nipples. A fact made unpleasantly clear as her cries were muffled once more by the gag.

Scrambling now, she wiggled and twisted her way underneath, panicking yet again when the chain fencing caught at her cuffs. She was stuck for what seemed like a long time, unable to move forwards or backwards, cursing unintelligibly, until she could untangle herself from the fence, then she was on the other side, laying face down with her head to one side breathing heavily, ignoring the dry grass once more sticking into her body and pasting itself to her wet lips and the side of her face.

She'd made it!

Unfortunately, she knew this was only the first - and easiest - of her obstacles of the night.

Working her way back to her aching feet, a thoroughly filthy Trish pulled herself up using the fencing itself.

Orienting herself in the darkness, she began taking one short, painful step after another, moving off into the darkness and away from the bugs flying around the nightlights.

It had to be some time in the early morning she figured, as she entered the large open field. Pre-dawn light would be creeping over the horizon before long, and she didn't want to be caught out in the open by some early riser.

The hard packed earth and sparse clumps of grass made walking even in her stilettos relatively easy. Occasionally, the stimulation of the toys working together - and the egg still vibrating (!) - would cause her to pause as yet another orgasm glided through her body. Afterwards, she simply trudged on.

So many times she just wanted to stop, to lay down and rest, but she knew that out in this open area there was nothing for her to pull herself vertically with again and so she forced herself to continue walking long after she normally would have stopped, her short quick steps causing her breasts too bounce painfully.

The weeds here, though sparse, were just as tall as they were in the development, there were no roads nearby, and nobody was out at this hour anyway. Trish paced on less than twelve inches for each step at a time without much worry of discovery until she reached the small stand of trees on the other side.

This was the last obstacle before she was inside the town limits, and Trish hesitated, considering her options.

She lived on the outskirts, which had made her decision to go through with her fantasy more enticing, but she had to go around at least one fourth of the town to get home.

If she went straight through, the trip would be shorter but her risk of discovery would be far greater as there were fewer hiding places.

If she went around, it would take her far longer, but she'd have less chance of discovery.

Memories of the close encounter at the guard shack made her decision for her, in spite of the glowing light emanating from the east even as she made her decision.

Turning to her right, she slipped through the small stand of trees, carefully stepping so as not to trip, and made her way through. She did pause a moment to squat down with her back against one tree for a well deserved rest! Standing once more after a half hour reprieve for her poor feet, she navigated by remembering roughly what houses were where, as street lights on the other side of the houses illuminated them in a weird block of black shadows.

The soon to be rising sun was already making it easier to see her way through the trees - but it also meant anyone looking too closely out of their back door would see her!

Her task was made more difficult by the fact the soil here was more moist, and her stilettos constantly sunk into the ground, threatening to trip her. Branches raked across her bare skin abrasively, and more than once she thought she had felt something unidentified brush against her thigh, possibly a spider web or moth.

Finally, she reached one specific - and very important - residence, and looked across the expanse of back yard.

Three hundred yards on the other side was her home. She could make out the light over the kitchen sink she'd left on even from this distance as she stared at her own back door.

Howard burped as he waved the air in front of his face, wondering what in the hell his dog out back was barking at, at such an ungodly hour!

He'd been on another of his typical marathon porn sprees, drinking beer and eating chips all night, and was tired and just about ready to go to bed. He usually got up around mid-afternoon, so this was normal behavior for him.

All night long he'd kept thinking about his dream girl, someone so kinky he could just be himself with her. He just knew if he could find such a girl he'd be satisfied for the rest of his life.

He envisioned her with great boobs, an ass to die for, blue eyes and blonde hair. As a matter of fact, he realized his dream girl bore a remarkable resemblance to one of his single neighbors who lived only a few hundred yards away!

He thought of the shack out back, and how he could turn it into their own play room, and how satisfying it would be just to touch her.

Of course the odds of him even speaking to her ranked somewhere between "never" and "not a snow ball's chance in hell".

She'd probably have him arrested if he even broached the subject to her, but after realizing just how close a resemblance there was between his fantasy woman and a real person - he couldn't stop thinking about her.

Oh the fantasies he'd spun off in his imagination!

Now the damn dog was barking.....

Trish scrambled to a dark spot behind the piled trash and overly full trash cans and squatted apprehensively next to a small shed type building. The pit bull snapped at the end of his chain, only feet from her hiding place. He was so close she could actually see the saliva frothing off from his gaping jaws!

Terrified, she scrambled back further into the rancid mess of trash bags, stumbling unknowingly in the process over a certain greasy fast food bag that could have solved at least some of her problems!

Oblivious to how close she was to the key she had so carefully hidden earlier in the guard shack, she shoved with her feet against the loosely piled trash until she was standing, at which point she turned to stumble away. She tripped of course, falling onto the trash pile and stretched straight out on her face, at which point she rolled over until she was completely behind the entire pile and curled up into a ball.

Disgusted with her situation, and the random ideas her imagination told her were some of the putrid liquids now adhering to her body, scared to death of the dog, and terrified that the owner would spot her, she eased her way as quietly as possible back still further and squatted perfectly motionless in the shadows behind the building.

It was a building she had often thought of using for her fantasy instead of the industrial building she ultimately chose - but with the caretaker living here and never leaving she had abandoned that idea.

Now she didn't even give it a thought as all concerns were on not being discovered.

Quietly, she tried to not even breathe as she heard the back door open.

Howard stepped out and looked around.

The pre-dawn light was bright enough that everything was clearly visible. Looking at his pit bull, he wondered what had gotten into the dog.

He was straining at the very end of his chain so hard that every muscle in his body was chiseled out in stark relief and he trembled in excitement.

Howard wandered out into the yard, looking more closely now at the pile of trash.

He really ought to take it away to the city dump, but was too lazy.

At that point, a raccoon clambered to the top of the trash and looked at the pit bull. Howard wasn't sure, but he wondered if that was the raccoon equivalent of saying "Fuck you" to the dog.

Laughing, he latched onto the pit bull's collar and dragged the resisting animal back to it's kennel and locked it up.

"I'm not going to listen to you bark all morning while I try to sleep, you son of a bitch!" he said.

Laughing at his own attempt at humor, he tiredly climbed the steps back into his home and prepared for his morning sleep.

As the last traces of consciousness left him, he made a decision.

He was going to move to another city. Starting tomorrow he'd drive over to the next town just east and see what jobs were available and find a different place to live.

He needed a fresh start and he needed to quit wasting his life wishing for unrealistic things that could never be.

Putting aside thoughts of his buxom neighbor bound in leather and chains and hanging from a beam in his shed out back, he turned over and went to sleep.

Trish couldn't believe her luck!

Tip toeing around the trash, she stared intently at the back windows and door of the house, looking for any clue of someone looking outside as she quietly as possible crept past and continued towards her own home.

Considering the racket the pit bull dog was making in his kennel, she didn't really have to be too quiet. Then again, she didn't want the neighbors to come investigating either so she hurried on as fast as she could.

Once through the next two yards, and the attendant hedgerows that made passage difficult but not impossible, Trish was finally in her own backyard.

She'd made it a point to plant a lot of tall trees and bushes, and except for glimpses her back yard was generally private as long as any observers were at a distance.

Stumbling, but in more of a hurry now that she could see the end of her ordeal nearing, she headed towards the back door.

The previous owners of the house had owned a fairly large dog. As such, they'd installed a doggy door in the back, and this was how Trish all the while had intended to re-enter her home.

Only thing was, she'd planned to have the use of her hands at the time!

Now, she wriggled and twisted yet again, working first her head, then her shoulders, then panicking as her breasts and arms wedged tightly in the doggy door for at least ten minutes before she forced herself to push through painfully, then her waist was clear, then her ass squeezed through, and finally her legs and feet.

Had anyone actually been in a position to look, they would have had a lovely view of her ass and long legs as she squirmed around hysterically.

Laying on her kitchen floor, Trish stared at the keyholder stuck with magnets to the refrigerator door.

Working her way over by shifting back and forth with her hands while pushing with her feet, she sort of crab stepped her way across the floor until she was under the keys.

Weeping openly now, she forced herself to stand once more until she could reach the keys with her nose since the keys were set too high for her to reach with her hands.

A few minutes more and the keys bounced all over the kitchen tile floor.

Dropping to her knees, she checked each key intently, scooting about on her knees, until she found the correct key under the dining table.

Collapsing in relief, she rolled over until she felt it in her hands, then several fumbling minutes later she was working the restraint down her forearms and could move her elbows once more.

Stretching them for the first time since the previous day, Trish reveled in the freedom of movement now, snatching off the ball gag and then attacked the remaining locks with gusto.

The damnable vibrators were next, and Trish had to work to get them out of her body orifices. It was amazing how deeply they had embedded themselves! The chain had left bright red whelps on her hips and down the center of her mons, and her vagina was too tender to even think about touching without a damn good reason now.

Finally, free of all restraints, she crawled on hands and knees to the kitchen counter and pulled a drawer open.

Inside was her heavy scissors, and with these she made short work of the zip ties holding her stilettos on.

She could not believe how red her feet were, as she plucked grains of rice out of her flesh.

Last but not least, she sat down, one leg crooked under the other, and stared down at her abused nipples.

Fearing how it was going to feel, she tried to hook her fingers into the rubber bands, but the swelling was too intense. Inspired at the sight of the scissors, she carefully worked the point of the scissors under one of the rubber bands and cut it carefully.

It popped off and flew several feet away, but there was yet another rubber band underneath the first that she now had to go after.

When it too popped off, Trish dropped the scissors and cupped both hands over her mouth to contain the scream that erupted from her throat!

After whimpering for a while, Trish repeated the same operation on her other nipple - and repeated the same suppressed scream when finally freed.

For the longest time she could only remain, curled into a fetal position, holding her breasts in her hands waiting for the throbbing pain to cease.

Afterwards, tears now added to the rest of the mess she was covered in, Trish crawled upstairs and started drawing a bath.

As she lay in the tub soaking, bubbles floating around her breasts, she pondered her foolishness.

She literally could have died if she'd not been able to free herself.

And even after freeing herself, she could have been discovered at any of a hundred different times.

She had taken a very stupid risk.

She needed a master, and smirked briefly as the idea of striking up a relationship with the caretaker crossed her mind.

He didn't look bad, and it wasn't even his job that was an issue, and she could easily leave him at any time should she felt the need, but at the same time she didn't want to be humiliated in the small town.

Besides, there was no way he was a kinky minded as she was!

No, the only course forward for Trish was to find a larger city to move to. There was one located to the west, and she'd visited some S&M clubs there in the past. That was probably the best place to find a master that could really wring the last bit of submissiveness from her eager body.

It was a lot of trouble to move and find a new job and all, but what other choice did she have if she had even a hope of finding a master who could satisfy her cravings?

She decided she'd start the search that very day. In the meantime, she settled her aching body back and enjoyed her bath.