Author's Note: What you are about to read is an account of an adventure and since it happened some time ago, and I couldn't take notes at the time, I have had to decide whether to embellish the story with made up memory, or leave out details that quite frankly were covered in a haze of lust and apprehension. I decided on leaving out details I can't vouch for, and if you disagree then I'm sorry.

But please consider how much more fun it is to have the framework and let your own fantasy fill out the gaps you think you find. You can fill the story with your own memories of past experiences which should provide you with a rather decent masturbation night.

But I freely admit that some parts are absolutely true and some are ... less so.

Also consider the famous quote attributed to Joseph Goebbels:

"Alles ist das, was du daraus machst, auch du selbst"

(Everything is what you make of it, even yourself).


I had planned it meticulously.

Every part was thought through and the kick-off would seem to be innocent parts of conversation and he wouldn't suspect it to be planned and leading to an inevitable conclusion.

The whole adventure was kicked off by a chance discovery one day when he was searching for something in his computer back pack. While he was looking in the small pocket on the lower back he was moving things around and I distinctly recognized a pair of handcuffs. He was about four meters away, but handcuffs happens to be within my sphere of interest and however much he tried to disguise them and no matter how fast he did it, I spotted them all right.

Maybe I should tell you about "he"?

Well what can I say? He is a colleague of mine and has been so for all the years I have worked at ... wherever it is I work. We have always had the occasional banter that sometimes have been rather flirtatious and sometimes even outright naughty. None of us have ever done anything really naughty - if you discount my breast accidentally brushing against his shoulder or me leaning in to point something out on the computer screen, whilst pressing them against his back. He has never reacted unfavourably because of it, and he has even mentioned that it is "more of a perk than sexual harassment, especially at his age." Not that he is that old. Sometimes I can feel that he stays in the position rather than the natural reaction to pull away. And sometimes I wish that he would do something. Perhaps brush the side of my breast or lean back and enjoy it. Maybe even rest his cheek on my ample bosom. But I don't know how to tell him that it is OK, if he did. Never mind, that's not what this story is about.

After I spotted the handcuffs I began dreaming about them, and they occupied more and more of my waking hours as well. The fact that we had a particularly active period of "naughty banter" and it often turned towards some sort of mentioning of bondage didn't really make it better. Only hints, mind you, and never anything blunt or directly sexual.

So after some days, on a day where the banter was enough to make me flush slightly, I decided to ask about them. "Ah", he said, "they are in case I have to make a citizen's arrest." Somehow the thought of him making a citizen's arrest seemed very remote, him being a pacifist and not very athletic, and I said so.

"They can also be used on some naughty woman who decides to have some innocent fun. I like playing 'tie-up' games and ever so seldom I have the pleasure to indulge myself. I am married, so I don't have physical sex with them, but we play and we both have fun."

My cheeks were definitely blushing, but I simply had to know. "So what are those games you play?" He looked at me with a sparkle in his eyes and told me that if any lady decided to have some fun, she would put the handcuffs on her wrists. She had to do it herself, as that was his way of ensuring that it was all voluntary and not him forcing anything. He also told me that if she put them on with her hands in front she was indicating that she was in charge of what would happen - e.g. she would ask for certain things to happen and she would have made some sort of "wish list". If she put them on with her hands on her back, then she was indicating that she would submit to whatever he decided should happen. And in that case she would have made some sort of "no-no list". It had to be in writing (hand written or at least signed) as again, this was important if anything would be contested. He hastened to add that in either case he would not participate in anything violent or "odd". It was all about bondage and denial of orgasm until such time as he saw fit to grant it. By which time it would certainly be rather overwhelming. He did say that the keys to the handcuffs were always kept in his car, so there was no immediate release to be had, if someone chose to give it a try.

He continued with some "shop talk" and I took it that the subject was covered and didn't need further discussion.

But that didn't mean that I forgot about it, and one day when I knew he would be there (we have several branches and he is in a different one from me), I sneaked a peek in the back pocket of the computer bag. Yes they were still there. I eased them out and closed the zip on the pocket. I went to my seat and sat down. It was during the summer days and it was relatively hot outside but I put on my poncho anyway. I'm sure my colleagues would have wondered what I was doing had it not been that most were on holiday and we only had a "skeleton crew" at work that day. The others were out in the "public" area, I was alone in the office and I was sure nobody would notice me playing, underneath the cover of the poncho, with the handcuffs, feeling the weight and letting my fingers follow every groove, every curve. I could feel the serrated edge that would go clickety-click while they would close around the wrists of some damsel in distress. My head was buzzing with thoughts and fantasies. Images of tied women flashed forward in my inner vision and faded from one to the other. Somehow all those women had my head on them even if the pictures were from images I had seen on the internet. Phew... My palms were getting sweaty and my fingers were trembling. I could feel a little knot in my stomach as I made up my mind and quickly closed the handcuffs around my wrists.

And then I waited for him to return to get his bag and on this day also his "prize". I changed my mind a number of times, but I didn't have the key and I didn't really want to opt out. Besides, I'm sure that he would allow me to opt out any time I wanted to, no matter how far we went down the path toward my "sexual release", and likewise I'm sure that mutual respect and a good working relationship wouldn't be affected. Being excited about what I had done and what may lay in store for me was beautifully balanced by the risk of being asked by a colleague to fetch something or other or even do a bit of work on my pc, which I had turned off to be at least a bit prepared to say no to any requests on account of me on the verge of leaving. Should it come to that I could just stand up and leave, wait by his car and retrieve my bag later. You have to plan for these things. A good plan is always half the work. Come to think of it, they also say that the right tool is half the work. Does that mean that with a good plan and the right tool, the work is finished? Nevermind, I am waffling and I only include this bit to show you how one's mind plays silly games when you are waiting for something extraordinary to happen in your life, and you don't have control of when it will actually happen.

Anyway, on with the story.

When he returned to the office, I asked if he would give me a lift home as I would like to leave early that day (I already knew that he was leaving early). He agreed, and I asked him to carry my bag, because it would be slightly difficult for me. As I spoke that sentence I showed him my hands peeking out from the side of the poncho. I also shook my hands ever so slightly making the handcuffs give off a wonderful metallic noise easily recognizable by any connoisseur. Going out through our workplace past the others with a bag in my hands under a poncho, might look a bit odd, not to mention a bit risky should they spot the handcuffs. After all, this was not something that they should all see. One could argue that I could have waited until I was safely in the car before I put the handcuffs on. But truth be told, I was really turned on by the idea of walking through a shopping centre with my hands safely immobilized by steel.

He looked rather surprised and I could see how his mind was churning and considering a number of options. In the end he asked me where my list was. I nodded my head towards an envelope on my table, the big bold letters on it, reading "My list", was probably a dead give-away. He took the envelope, folded it in half and stuck it in his pocket. He picked up my bag as well as his own and told me to follow him out to the car. I can tell you that the fantasies of walking past my colleagues, handcuffed and feeling vulnerable was nowhere nearly as erotic and exiting as actually doing it in real life. Oh yes, it was sort of scary, and I clearly remember how I could feel my heart hammering in my chest, while at the same time my secret place was getting rather moist and announcing its agreement with the whole situation. It was really weird to wish the compulsory "Have a nice day" and "See you tomorrow" at the same time as my heart was racing and my mind was almost exploding with anticipation. I'm sure my face was red as anything and my tongue was stumbling over the words, but we managed to negotiate the obstacles and before I was ushered into his car - on the back seat, he asked me to confirm my desire to be treated as a bondage toy for a few hours. I had to say it into his phone because, as he put it, he "needed to keep some type of proof that I wasn't forced into it". So I complied and even mentioned my list. Perhaps I was a bit apprehensive since I had just "signed" my immediate fate away. Then it was very much as you see it in police movies. "Get in. Mind your head" and the hand on top of the head to protect it from bashing the top of the door frame. That was oddly comforting, - that he thought of even this little detail. So there I was, sitting in a car, with my colleague, wearing handcuffs and hoping this wasn't a mistake. You have probably had a sneak preview of the amount of text in this lovely story, so I'm sure you have already surmised that it wasn't a mistake. And I'll have you know that it wasn't. But that's not quite enough for a bondage story, so I'll give you an account of what transpired throughout my "ordeal".

"We are going to get some supplies", he announced as he started the car and we drove off. He didn't say where to, and we drove in silence. Perhaps he was planning what we would be doing and I certainly was playing through all kinds of scenarios. I don't mind telling you, that I was getting very heated up, and my secret place was almost drooling at the thought of all those exquisite things he would/could do. We ended up at a builders market - a DIY-store in another town. I was helped out of the car, my mind was doing double takes and I was very concerned about what was to happen next. He grabbed my elbow and guided me into the store, where he passed the tills with a friendly nod and a cheerful greeting. I was keeping my cool and trying to look relaxed and absolutely normal, while at the same time my nipples were contracting and my secret place was getting a bit sticky. He led me to a shelf where there were different types of rope and chain. As we stood there he showed me several types of rope and kept asking me how I thought it would feel while at the same time caressing my blushing cheeks with it. "Is this soft enough?", "do you think this will feel too coarse?"

In the end he chose a nice soft rope and started measuring out, while he calmly told me how much was for the ankles, how much for the knees, how much for the torso, how much for the tits etc.

It was my task to keep track of how many meters we got. I was getting very flustered and was hoping that nobody heard him. I'm sure that people not listening in would have thought that I had been too long in the sun. He seemed oblivious to the other customers and kept asking questions and waiting patiently for answers. Sometimes he would ask me to repeat what I said as he didn't quite hear it. It was rather embarrassing and also very exciting.

We paid at the till and of course he just had to ask me if I thought it was enough, because if it wasn't we would just have to leave out tying my arms and settle on the handcuffs. The man behind the till laughed and came with a witty remark while I was hoping the ground would open up and swallow me.

As we got back to the car he stopped me by the back door of the car and proceeded to put some leather straps on my wrists and each was locked in place with a padlock. The two padlocks were then locked together with a third padlock. He then unlocked and removed the handcuffs. That was sort of disappointing and I was almost about to protest, when he reminded me that the list I gave was a no-no list and that meant that he was in charge. He also said that the only reason for the removal of the handcuffs was that they would eventually cut in to my wrists and leave a sore groove that would be painful for a long time. The leather cuffs would alleviate that particular problem while at the same time do the same service as the handcuffs. Well that made sense and again I was happy that he seemed to be concerned with my safety and wellbeing.

"Can I make some short videos of your experience", he said. At first I thought I heard wrong and asked him to repeat what he just said. "Can I video you while we play? I'll make sure that your face will never show and only you and I will ever have a copy of the finished product. Unless you choose to share it yourself", he finished with a smile. "NO WAY", was my immediate and deep-felt answer. "OK", then I'll refrain from doing that, but it is a shame. It would be a great way to revisit your ordeal". Yeah right. As if I wanted to be filmed while being tied up and played with. On that note I was ordered back into the car.

Same procedure as last time.

We had another stop before my great adventure, and I was more than surprised when he stopped the car in the parking lot just outside where I live. "We need your toys", he said. "Especially the batter driven ones", he added with a grin. Ahemm. I then had to admit that the whole thing wasn't exactly a spur of the moment decision, but instead a meticulously planned leap of faith. I told him that all my toys were in my bag and that I even brought extra batteries. There was also an extra pair of black nylon stockings. Hearing that, he got out of the car and brought the bag with him to the front passenger seat. With the bag on the seat next to him we drove off and eventually we stopped at the side of a quiet country road. He got out and opened the door to the back seat where I sat and commanded me to lie on my stomach on the back seat with my head all the way to the door on the far side. He even helped me with a determined push when I hesitated. My feet were sticking out through the door, but he quickly tied them together with some of the newly purchased rope. I have no idea if anyone saw us, but he was really quick. My feet were pulled up towards my back and connected to my hands and tied. So there I was, and I remember how I felt around with my hands, as well as it was possible, while wondering how far up my skirt had gone. Could he see my knickers? He slammed the door shut, went around the car and opened the door to the back seat in the side where my head was. He had gotten out my nylon stockings (thigh high) and he pulled one of them down over my head all the way to my neck. The roll of duct tape he pulled out from under the front seat was used to secure the stocking under my chin around my neck as well as wound around my head covering my eyes. He went a few times around my head and when he had finished I could only see absolute blackness. Oh yeah. I protested at first, but he was quick to ask me if this was on my no-no list. Of course it wasn't. Who in their right mind could have imagined he would do that? In the end it was all about whether I trusted him or not, so I quit protesting and concentrated on the feeling of helplessness. After all that is basically what my idea of a good bondage session was all about. And it felt good. My stomach was contracting, pushing everything down towards my secret place which in turn tightened up and made me feel very, very good. I knew that my secret place was filling with blood and that my clitoris was trying to poke its head out through the fold of my inner sanctum. I could almost feel the swelling take place. What I certainly could feel was the moisture and that my breathing was getting heavy. Perhaps if I rubbed my crotch against the seat, I could achieve an orgasm?

Oh! Did I tell you about his ... "member"? No?

It was while he was winding my head with duct tape that the top of my head occasionally bumped into him. I'm sure it was his crotch and I'm sure I felt his "hardness". Mmmm. That would also feed my thoughts when we eventually drove on.

Oh my GOD this was making me exited. Anyone looking in through the windows would be able to see me lying there. People in passing cars might see. What about the people in the car next to us while we waited for a green light? At least they wouldn't be able to recognize me because of the duct tape and black stocking covering my head.

I tried a couple of times to reach my secret place, but it wasn't really possible to get anything going. Perhaps I could reach the knots on the rope around my ankles? Not that I in any way would have tried to untie them, but it would have been nice to know that I could get free, if I needed to. But no, the ropes were tied in such a way that the knots were out of reach. At one point he reached back and moved my skirt so that he could get his hands on my buttocks. He was occasionally caressing me while we drove on. It felt really nice to feel his hand like that. It had been a while since I last had a man, and I really missed the intimate caresses. So I laid very still making sure to enjoy every second of it and also being careful to not make any movement that might dissuade him from caressing me. But surely some "mmm"s and some "ahhh"s were in place? I couldn't see where we were going, of course, but since I had put the handcuffs on with my hands behind my back, any decisions regarding this adventure were really up to him. Suddenly I remembered that he still hadn't looked at my no-no list. Ah well. He hadn't done anything from the list yet, so I relaxed as well as I could and tried to focus on my burning secret place. If he started on something that was on my no-no list or even if it should have been there, I would just tell him, and he would immediately desist.

I'm not sure how long we drove on, but my mind was in absolute turmoil and all kinds of visions and scenarios milled around in my head. Needless to say, I was so excited that even a minimal manipulation of my secret place would have thrown me into a full blown orgasm. I was vaguely aware that I was almost hyperventilating and I tried to make a conscious decision to slow my breath to a more normal level. This was great and I really wanted it to go on for some time. I fantasized about him making a video without permission and him presenting it at a later date. I was sure such a video would be watched often in the late hours while I would play with myself. I knew, of course, that he wouldn't make a video without permission and before I lost the nerve, I burst out that "You can make a video if you like. I won't stop you. But I want a copy for myself."

He stopped the car and after a few seconds he asked me to repeat what I just said. I suppose that he was filming this with his phone camera and I repeated my surrender, or more correctly, I repeated my request for him to film my ordeal, but I added that no one must be able to recognize me. "Don't worry", he said, "you might have noticed the duct tape. That will take care of not being recognized. This is just for you and I, and your face will never be in it. But the rest will". It was that easy to give in. Now I was reduced to be a bondage toy movie star and I would be able to revisit this whenever I wanted to do so. But so would he. My face wouldn't be seen, but the rest would. The rest would.

I shuddered and felt a tingle all over my body. I felt my secret place blow a happy bubble.

We remained stopped for a while and he opened the side doors on both sides. I'm sure that he was making chapter one of his little movies and I did my best to wriggle a bit to make it more interesting. Some "mmm"s and some "ahhh"s were added for effect. He went around the car several times, presumably to get some good footage from all angles. And then we drove on.

 

I realize it might be boring for you, dear reader, to read me going into details of all this and still nothing juicy had happened. But I assure you that plenty of juice was happening, and I was aroused so much that it wouldn't take much for me to explode. But he kept me on the verge while we drove, he was still fondling my behind once in a while, sometimes his hand slid along my inner thigh and got very close to "home base", but when I tried to shift position so that it would score a touchdown, he removed his hand entirely. So I learned to enjoy what I got. Sometimes I'm sure he was filming me.

Anyway, to stop you from being bored I will now skip to the point where we stopped. No more mentions of passing busses where the driver and the passengers had a direct line of sight down into the car. No more mentions of breasts pressing into the seat and me purring and "mmm"ing. So I'll skip to the stop.

I have absolutely no idea where it was, but from the muffled sounds it was a relatively busy road going through some type of forest. Muffled sounds I hear you ask. Where did that come from? Well the thing is, that when duct tape is wound several times around ones head to cover the eyes, then the ears gets covered as well. The sounds were of big trees rustling in the wind, and the cars were going fast past us. So it would probably have been some layby on a main country road.

He helped me out of the car after untying my feet, and standing beside the car he also unlocked the padlock connecting my wrist cuffs. It was rather strange to stand there while I could hear cars speed past us close by. It was embarrassing and rather exhilarating, but it was also in public. Being nude in public, or rather being nude and almost getting caught, is a fantasy of mine and has been for many years. Granted, I was not nude, but being tied with my hands behind my back and blindfolded is definitely up there among the top three. I had to take several deep breaths to calm myself as the anticipation was playing several tricks on me. I was trembling a bit, and ever so often my whole body actually shook as if I was out in a cold wind. Even if it was mostly in my mind, as I'm sure that most people didn't notice my blindfold. Most often peoples gaze are concerned with the body, and having breasts my size would surely distract their gaze from my face. Also the poncho would disguise my hands being on my back. But that was about to change.

"Take of your bra" he ordered. "Don't undress, just remove your bra and hand it to me". And as you all know, we women have this ingenious way of removing a bra without taking off a shirt or dress. Open in the back, slip the straps down, pull arms out and remove the bra completely. Tadahhh. My breasts fell into their natural position and it actually felt nice to have them free of restraints. Even if no one could see them it felt very erotic. He kissed me lightly on my mouth through the nylon stocking, then stood behind me and cupped my breasts in his hand. It felt really good and as he played with the nipples through the poncho I felt the electrical impulses hurtling along my nerves from my nipples to my brain and straight down to my secret place, which in turn sent "YES! YES! YES!" signals right back to the brain. I put my right hand behind my back and tried to feel him, but he pulled away. "Hand me the bra", he said. I did as I was ordered and he then told me to remove my knickers. OH dear me! If I did remove my knickers (what's this "if I did"? He is in charge, so of course I'd do it), would he touch me "there" as well? Would I be able to contain myself and not come? As I complied I felt the fresh air touching me, caressing my secret place and the slight breeze in my imagination made the moisture slightly colder and it was a fabulous feeling. I handed him the knickers, slightly embarrassed as it would announce the full extent of my arousal in a way that couldn't be denied.

While I was standing there beside the road, presumably in a layby, I was trembling slightly, because of the erotic position I was in, as well as being embarrassed. It was when he suddenly pulled the poncho up over my head that I really became embarrassed. Why would that be, you might ask, and I'll be sure to tell you why. You see, when I planned this little adventure I made sure to wear a new top I'd purchased. I knew he liked it as I had shown it to him as a kind of self-imposed dare one day at our workplace. The thing is that this top is VERY transparent. It is meant to be worn on top of another shirt or dress, but I had chosen not to wear anything but my bra underneath. That was the way I had shown it to him at work and I know he must have been ever so slightly disappointed by the bra and I distinctly remember his eyes surveying my breasts, their shape and volume as well as looking out for tell-tale signs of nipples and areolas (which he didn't see as it was a substantial bra), but now the circumstances had changed dramatically since now I didn't wear any bra at all, and he, and any passing people, would have full view of my generous breasts. The very thought was enough to make the nipples contract into small hard nubs, that were so sensitive that any movement of the sheer top made electric currents run through my body with a true aim straight at my clitoris. I heard him give of a small whistle and then there was only silence as I stood there exposed to the world. Thank Gods my skirt wasn't see-through. He corrected my stance a couple of times, moving my arms behind my back; moving them again, up this time, with my hands behind my head. I was sure that he was filming away, even making close-ups of my nipples. Cars were passing on the road. I felt hot and very horny by then. Then he was again immobilizing my arms, but this time he tied them to my thighs. At first I thought that he was going to "investigate" when he reached up under my skirt, but he was merely tying loops around my upper thighs onto which he locked my wrists. There was no way now for me to hide my treasures from anyone.

Had I not expected to show my breasts to him, when I laid my plan? Yes of course I had, but not on a public road.

While we were standing there by the side of the road, my ample breasts on show, he started tying rope around my body, above and below the breasts pinning my arms in. A few cinches and my breasts were lifted and pulled. The rope around my stomach and arms, just under the rib cage, when cinched in, made sure that my arms were fixed in place, and I had then effectively lost any movement in my arms. The only way to move my arms were to move my whole upper body. And that wasn't easy. He didn't say one word as he did the tying and I didn't either. Nothing to say really, just enjoy what was happening. The knowledge that with every passing moment I got more and more restrained was making me tremble even more, even though you might say that it wasn't possible. It's not as if I was scared or nervous, you know, it was sheer anticipation and raw lust that made me tremble. Accidental (?) touching of my breasts as well as the occasional finger passing my nipple at a distance of minus 1 millimetre made me gasp and yearn for more.

For every moment that passed, the risk of somebody else stopping increased. I can't tell you the odds, but they were certainly stacking against me. At one point I was almost on the verge of fainting as one of the passing cars beeped its horn. I fully expected the driver to turn around for a closer look, but that didn't happen. My heart was doing double beats and I had difficulty breathing but I also felt a wet something working its way down my inner right thigh. Once finished with his rope work, he pressed himself against my back and cupped my breasts in his hands. He played with my nipples and let his hands freely roam my body. I felt his hands getting closer and closer to my secret place, on top of my skirt mind you, but never quite there. And this time I am sure that I felt his "hardness". It made me weak in the knees and I leaned against him, while moaning softly, almost purring. After a couple of minutes he pushed me away and I again got the impression of "movie time". I did some posing and made noises to fit the scene.

He grabbed my left elbow and guided me, while he walked away from the car. At first I was afraid to walk, because I was afraid of falling and hurting myself, not being able to fend off with my hands and arms. After a short while I became braver as he kept telling me what to expect. "Slight dip here". "Slow now. There's a small climb". Well, you get the idea. While I was walking precariously along the path, I feared that we might run into someone and that they might see my predicament and contact the police. Apparently he didn't worry so for all I knew we might have been on a relatively unused path. It was a bit soft in places so it certainly wasn't a main gravel path. He stopped suddenly and asked me, "high or low?"

Whatever did that mean? I was puzzled and my brain was eagerly trying to understand what he meant, until I realized that he was asking where I would like to be fondled. And since my secret place really needed some TLC the only sensible response was "Low". He then told me to lie down on the path on my stomach. It was quite difficult to get all the way down, but he helped me. As I lay there he tied my ankles so they were crossed and pulled them towards my buttocks and tied the ankle rope to the rope around my torso. I was now effectively prevented from moving anywhere. "I forgot something in the car", he said, "Don't go away now". And then I heard him walk away. "Hey! You can't leave me here", I shouted. Or rather, I whispered loudly, in case someone else might hear me shouting and come running to investigate. I'd prefer it if we didn't get caught, even if the chance of getting caught was a real turn on. He just kept going. I resigned to my fate and rested my forehead on the ground. I could smell the damp soil and I think I was also able to smell my excitement.

So this was "low". As I was waiting for his return I laid there on my stomach fantasizing about what "high" was. My mind was running through all the different ties I had seen on the internet trying to figure out which one would be suitable in a forest. In the end I decided that it would have been standing tied to a tree with my hands tied on the other side of the tree. Not that I thought he would untie my "harness" to retie me against a tree, as this prone position I was in, probably was a "waiting position" while he fetched whatever he had forgotten. So what would "high" then be? It was quite delicious to lie there imagining different ties, but it also hurt my breasts a bit. It felt as if a small stone was trying to lodge itself in my left breast, so I decided to try and turn myself onto my back for a while. Let me tell you straight out, - that is NOT easy with the ankles tied crossed. In the end, I managed it with a rocking motion and a sudden twist of my upper body and head. I went over like a stranded dolphin thrashing on a beach, and ended up lying on my back with my knees spread quite wide apart. Ohh. Sexy. What I had failed to consider, however, was that as I turned, my skirt slid down my knees, down my thighs and ended draped across my lower stomach. It was just enough to expose my secret place, but then again, my breasts were no longer pressed flat against the ground. You have to count your blessings, don't you?

That was certainly not the most flattering of ways to lie and I regretted it rather quickly, so I tried to roll back onto my stomach. A small stone sticking into my breast beat the royal flush on my face from sheer embarrassment. Unfortunately I had rolled into a shallow hollow in the path and however much I fought and twisted, there was no way I could return to my former, uncomfortable but more modest, position. And there was no way either to change the position of my skirt, in fact all the rocking and rolling (trying to roll) only served to lodge the skirt firmly away from my secret place. My self-imposed exposure was a fact, and it certainly wasn't to be changed by me.

Still, it was rather fun to imagine his reaction when he returned to see my glistening no-longer-secret place shining at him. I tried to close and open my legs so that I could create some kind of friction to aid me in enjoying myself even more, but all I could feel was my secret place opening slightly and closing on the moisture. It was a great feeling, almost like a small fish out of water gasping to get back in the water. I giggled like a little girl as I suddenly understood part of where the old saying came from. I soon tired of this game, however, and in the end I just let it gape slightly while I waited for him to return. I drifted off into sub space land, where I was a young woman kidnapped by some gangsters. Now I was waiting for release or rape. Would they come and rape me or would I be found by police in a very exposed situation, them taking pictures from the crime scene and posting them on the wall at the police station? I tried to determine what would be worse, but there were definite plusses in both scenarios, and I don't remember ever reaching a decision. The waiting was both terrifying and exiting and it took me almost over the edge simply using my imagination and feeling the light wind on my secret place. I would probably have gone over, had it not been for the sound of steps coming in my direction. And they were not coming from the direction he left me in. Also they were closing in pretty fast.

I simply froze in place and tried not to move a muscle. My breathing had to be slowed enough so that my torso didn't expand enough to give my position away. Perhaps I had rolled in between some bushes so that no one could see me? Not to mention that I didn't want to make any noise whatsoever that could betray me, so I was absolutely still as the steps quickly came towards me. The fact that the steps stopped right next to my head revealed beyond any doubt that I was in fact laying smack bang in the middle of the path. Oh shit, what now? A whimper escaped my lips, as I realized that I wasn't alone and I was on my back in the forest, tied in a way that made me flaunt everything. Every part that should normally be kept wrapped in clothes was all out in the open in a very inviting way. The person moved slowly around my position and paused for some time at my foot end.

"Yeah mate. Enjoy the view but please go away now", was in my mind, but it never quite made it passed my lips. The person didn't talk and I could only whimper again, almost like a small dog begging for treats. Was I begging for a treat? I'm not sure, I can't remember, but I do remember the shock I got, when suddenly a hand grasped one of my breasts. Then the other. While the hands was playing with my breasts, almost as if they were kneading dough, to my shame I whimpered and "mmm"ed, and didn't want it to stop. In fact I wanted those hands all over my body and not least caressing my no longer secret but still very special place. The hands disappeared from my breasts and while I waited, I tried to move in a way that asked for more. I didn't actually ask for more with words anyone could hear, and to this day I still don't know why I kept silent (apart from the "mmm"s and whimpering).

The hands and fingers never got to my special place and I was getting really frustrated, when I suddenly felt the tiniest touch right on the tip of my clitoris. Had I not been tied as I was, I would have jumped a metre in the air. As it was, my first reflex was to try to close my legs, but I couldn't make it, and tied the way I was there seemed to be no way to really stop the touch anyway, so I reluctantly (HA!) decided to "go with the flow". I gave out a loud noise which I remember to be something like "ArrrghhIiiiuuuuuhhh". I was sure that I would go over the edge within minutes as the tongue (I suppose) moved around like the gentlest kiss of a butterfly wing, down my folds, inside a bit, back up again and again circling my target.

Just as I thought, "this is it", the person stopped what he (?) was doing and ran off in the direction from which he came. "COME BACK" I yelled out. "You haven't finished yet. Please come back". At this time I really didn't care if anyone heard me, I wanted to get off. I wanted sexual release so bad, I almost cried. But no, the person didn't come back. Instead I heard "him" whistling a happy tune as he came back from the car with whatever he had fetched.

"Oh dear", he said, "you have made yourself ready for me, but it will have to wait". Long pause. Sounds of him moving around. More filming?

He then untied my ankles and helped me up. I tried to tell him about the stranger, but he told me to keep quiet and focus on the task at hand, which in this case was to walk on and not fall over. Before we set off he taunted me for my apparent eagerness to show my private parts to the world, and then he lifted the front of my skirt and fastened it under the ropes, so that my entire front bottom part was clearly visible. I could feel the slight breeze on my hot place drying my excitement. My goodness, did he expect me to walk on with my crotch showing, now that we have established that we weren't alone in the forest?

Apparently he did as he added a rope around my waist and from the back he led the rope between my lower lips and through the rope on the front. He now had a leash with which he pulled me along. I carefully followed him and it was a strange mix of emotions to be rubbed by a rope across my little man as well as being scared of tripping over. I remember how, every time the tugging on the leash made me stumble slightly, that my breasts moved freely about, and every time my hands automatically tried to grab them to stop the swinging. But the hands also wanted to cover my special place. It was of course in vain, but it was a good way to simultaneous keep me excited as well as keeping me off the boil. I was very aware that I couldn't see anything, and at the risk of annoying some genuinely blind people (would they read this?), I found that after a while it becomes easier to move with at least some level of confidence. Once in a while he asked me to stop and pose for a video sequence. He instructed me to turn, twist, moan and not least show off my private parts by pushing forward my breasts and my special place. I did, and it was fun and exciting. It is an interesting mind process when you do these obscene acts and you know they are being filmed. It somehow makes them naughtier than showing yourself "accidentally" in public on a beach or in bed with a lover.

It was, as mentioned, great fun, but after some time I wanted something different and I was just about to ask him for it, when he told me to stop. He gave me a quick kiss (was that my excitement I could smell?) and told me to prepare for a more uneven surface, but first he would make sure that I didn't shout out and attract unwanted attention when we proceeded to play for real. Saying that, he undid the duct tape around my neck and lifted the stocking so that my mouth was free. "Open", he commanded, and I saw no reason to disobey, I was more concerned with the part where he said "proceeded to play for real". So this was it. This was where I finally would get my reward after all this teasing.

He pushed some cloth in my mouth, told me to close my mouth and he then pulled down the stocking again and fastened the duct tape around my neck. This time he wound some more tape around my face, covering my mouth and effectively stopping me from speaking. It is terribly difficult to speak when the airflow is hindered from leaving your mouth. My brain finally registered what my taste buds were trying to tell me. The cloth in my mouth was definitely my knickers and I could taste my excitement from earlier. It should have made me gag and feel disgusted, but in my state of sexual excitement, I only found it more exciting, which in turn made my special, not very secret place start drooling. I eagerly sucked on my present as I could feel the drool running down my thighs and that turned me on even more. Wow. This was getting intense, and I really needed to get off by then. "Please make me get off", I begged him with my whole body, trying to convey the message my mouth couldn't deliver. As if he knew what I was trying to say, he caressed my breasts and briefly touched my swollen, very wet, special place, sliding one or two of his fingers a couple of centimetres inside. "Soon", he whispered. He then tightened the crotch rope and pulled me along by my leash.

The going got a bit difficult and the uneven terrain made my leash tug at my special place and I revelled in the combination of a little pain and a lot of pleasure. We stopped and after another video pause (I presume), I was released of all my ropes, but not the locked leather cuffs. I stood there in the middle of the forest and even though my breasts were on display in the see-through top and my head was wrapped in duct tape, it almost felt like an anti-climax. I came down to earth and stood waiting for his next move. I couldn't ask him anything and I could only "mmm" and "mmmmph" and I did that a lot. He pushed me slowly backwards and my back touched a tree trunk. He then tied rope around me and the tree trunk, which felt very smooth to the touch almost as if there wasn't any bark on it. The rope went around me over my breasts, under my breasts and around my stomach. My arms were left free, but he continued to tie rope in a number of loops around my upper thighs and around the trunk. He cinched all the loops between me and the trunk, except the ones around my thighs. He told me to lift my arms up and grasp around the trunk as far as I could comfortably reach.

Then he tied my wrist cuffs together. I could almost see myself standing there and I truly wished my eyes weren't covered. This is one scene I was going to watch in the video a lot more than once. My breasts were sticking out and he caressed them before he ordered me to spread my legs as far as I could. This made my body sink lower in the ropes and eventually I was literally hanging in the ropes with my legs very far apart. "Very far" is perhaps an exaggeration, but I could feel my special place open slightly, so it was enough.

He tied some rope around each ankle and I would now be tied in a well-known and very vulnerable position, but he surprised me again. First one then the other ankle was lifted off the ground and tied behind the trunk a way up so that I had no contact with the ground anymore. My knees were automatically spread apart and my special place was gaping hungrily underneath my skirt. I was definitely turned on by this and his hands on my breasts were absolutely heaven, and when one hand strayed down my body I could feel the anticipation building up inside me. He was not exactly heading straight for home, but there seemed little doubt as to what his intended target was. When his hand went under my skirt and caressed my thighs all I could think of was the longing in my special place. My breathing became decidedly laboured as I tried to get enough air through my nose to facilitate my body's wishes to hyperventilate and my need to gasp. He must have noticed my discomfort because his hands left what they were doing and the tape around my head/mouth was cut away. He had even brought scissors. He removed my knickers from my mouth and I took a deep breath. "Thank you", I gasped. "Are you all right", he asked. After a couple of seconds I could confirm that I was. His hands went exploring and caressing again, but this time he also kissed me lightly on the lips. I pushed my head forward in the hopes for a better kiss, and he obviously agreed. At the same time I felt his lips closing on my lips I also felt the palm of his hand covering my special place. It was like getting an electric shock and I opened my mouth to gasp out loudly. His kiss became more demanding and I responded happily. The pressure on my happy place lingered a short while before he let go of me. I felt my skirt be lifted and fastened in front to the ropes around my torso. Again I was exposed to the world.

The tongue on my clitoris and inside me (and this time there was no doubt it was a tongue) was making me see stars underneath my duct tape. I felt the orgasm pushing forward and I could already feel my stomach muscles contract and my happy place was squeezing his fingers as well. And then the bastard stopped everything. I made a disappointed sound and begged him to continue, but he didn't even answer me. While I was switching between cursing and begging, I realized he was filming me, and I cursed him for considering a lousy video more important than me and my needs. My frustrations got me down from my high, and my lust was replaced by irritation and disappointment. Bastard!

He didn't react neither in words or touch and I began to be aware again of the world around me. The sun on my flesh, the breeze drying my wetness, and the fact that I was showing myself to anyone who might come down our path did it's best to make me exited again, but somehow I couldn't muster the excitement from before. I must have been tied to the trunk for another five or ten minutes before he untied my legs and eventually all the ropes.

He led me away few steps and stopped me as he ordered me to "Be still and undress. Everything off. NOW!".

His tone of voice was very strict and it didn't invite any disobedience, so I complied as quick as I could, and the feeling of being naked was enhanced by the cool breeze and not being able to see. My excitement intensified because I noticed that the muffled sounds were almost gone. Were we in the open now? I guessed we were, but the sounds of cars were very distant, so we weren't back to the car. Surely he would now throw me to the ground and fuck my brains out. I actually knew that wouldn't happen, but one could hope, couldn't one?

He then asked me to be careful as I was to negotiate some rope tied horizontally about half a metre above the ground. He led me across a few of those horizontal ropes and told me to lie on my back on the webbing. What the devil was this webbing he was talking about? As I carefully lowered myself to my back I realized that it was a huge web with masks about half a metre across. I now knew exactly where we were and as this had been a dream of mine, I happily laid myself to rest stretched out on the huge man made spider web. He tied my torso to the webbing and then my arms stretched out and "up". When he opened my legs wide apart I briefly got embarrassed because this was truly a very exposed spread. I giggled a bit as I realized that he had just had his tongue down there, so it was improbable that there was anything he hadn't already seen.

Even so, it was a mental barrier I had to cross. I was aroused but nowhere near as aroused as I was before, when he almost gave me and orgasm. Or even as aroused, as when the jogger almost gave me one as well. But things chance as they say.

I was now spread out stark naked and for the first time my breast could truly feel his gentle kisses and his exploring fingers. It was wonderful to feel his fingers traversing my body and the delicate touches it in all the right places and the sliding light fingers over every fold and crease. And in the midst of all this while I was simply enjoying myself in my dark world, I heard the buzz of my little toy. I shuddered with anticipation and got quite a surprise when he simply spread my happy place wide open and showed the toy inside me rather than using it on my clitoris. Oh, he was gentle enough, but the vibrations would be felt much better outside than inside. He quickly tied a rope around my waist, underneath the webbing, and down between my legs, up between my folds and then it was tied off in the front. There was no way to dislodge my toy now. "Have fun", he said and kissed me on my cheek.

And then I didn't hear him or feel him for quite some time. The only thing I felt was the buzzing inside and that, combined with the knowledge of my exposed position, was slowly, but surely, getting me going again. As you might suspect there was a tremendous amount of "mmhh" and "uughh" and ahhh", but to keep writing that would make the story tedious. My ropes confined my movements to small gyrating twists, and there was nothing I could do to make the feeling grow faster. But the second buzzing toy being fastened underneath the rope just above my little man, on my mound, was making the growing very intense indeed. My world became focused on those two buzzing toys and on the muscles tightening in my whole body, not just in my special happy place, even if you could say that my happy place was the Ethiopians in my orgasm marathon - way out in front. In the end I almost couldn't breathe and though my eyes were covered I could see stars and blue shapes dancing in front of me. And I came in an almighty, seemingly everlasting orgasm that made me cry out so loud that I'm almost sure I heard an echo. I was vaguely aware of the ropes being removed and the toy fished out from inside me, perhaps I pushed it out with the mighty contractions that still made my body tense up and forced me to roll over into a foetal position.

He helped me get off the web and I lay there on the ground for several minutes while I tried to get back to the world. He removed the duct tape over my eyes and the black stocking, but warned me not to open my eyes for a while. Even the light shining through my eye lids almost seemed too much. I'm glad we brought the sun glasses. Eventually he helped me up and said that "even if it is a shame, we should probably get your clothes back on". For some reason "getting my clothes back on" didn't include my poncho or my bra. It took a while before I was strong enough to walk back to the car, but luckily it wasn't far.

Nobody seemed to have noticed my primal scream and we left the parking place in silence. This time I got to ride in the front passenger seat.

When we arrived at my place he cupped my right breast in his hand, gave me a quick kiss, opened his door and came round to my side to open mine. "Thank you", he said, "for a very nice time. We shall have to do that again one day. Not the same, but similar."

It took some guts, but I walked to my front door with my poncho hanging from my hand. I didn't look back, but just as I heard him back out from my parking space, I turned and gave him a last view of my breasts. I turned around again when his big smile revealed that he had noticed. I heard him drive away. I needed a shower.

Now I'm waiting for the video to arrive. Perhaps I'll include some choice screenshots later.

The rest of the world might have the internet, but I'll always remember my very own special web site, and I'm sure that it will turn up in future dreams.