Bad Weather

I'd always been into kinky stuff and now that I lived in my own place I'd really expanded my interests. Currently lacking a boyfriend because I'm still looking for the right guy to fuel my secret desires, I found that I needed to take matters into my own hands, so to speak. Of course I bought handcuffs and leg shackles that I could wear around my house, naked if the weather was warm enough. I even converted a cuff, chain, and a bowling ball to act as a ball and chain for my leg, to really feel like a prisoner. To add the spice of humiliation, I bought a dog collar to wear when I was home -- I didn't feel brave enough to wear it while shopping or going to the bank... yet.

Outdoors was also available to me in good weather. In her will, my aunt left me her house when she passed. It's well set back from the road, with some bushes that screen it from the roadway. With a good amount of land around it, it has trees on the property, and behind it is an open field that leads to a heavy forest that is protected parkland so I don't have to worry too much about neighbors but only about the cars that pass in front of my driveway. The house itself is two stories high plus an attic, with a wraparound porch and a shed out back.

Since I had no one to help me with my kinky needs, I became interested in self-bondage to help satisfy my lust. Sessions of self bondage can get me so sexually aroused that once I'm free I usually give myself several orgasms with my hands or my toys. Some of my ideas come from tales posted in self-bondage story sites. For instance, one time I ran a wire along the ground from my house to a tree well across my yard. I placed the key to a padlock at the base of the tree. Going back to my house, I stripped naked, and, wearing my dog collar, I padlocked its metal ring to the wire. That meant I had to creep along really low to the ground all the way to the tree to free myself. Crawling in that low manner, my tits were constantly brushed and tickled by the grass as I painstakingly shuffled toward the tree. Since I was visible from the driveway, it was a good thing there were no letters that needed to be signed for or package deliveries that day!

However, in my fervent imagination, there was nothing to prevent me from imagining that I'd forgotten about a package arriving while I was only part way to the tree. In my mind's eye some stranger got out of the truck, spied my nude body down on all fours, and realized that I couldn't look directly behind me. So he silently freed his erection, grabbed both of my hips from behind, and poked his cock into my unprotected vaginal opening with a firm thrust! As I imagined being used like this, I halted my forward progress on the wire, reached between my legs, and then used my fingers to mimic being fucked by that imaginary cock. Mentally, as this 'stranger' used me as his fuck toy, I knew that I was vulnerable and helpless to do anything about it. After his cock ravaged me for long minutes before he unloaded his semen inside me, I couldn't stop myself from climaxing like the slut that I am. My orgasm was so intense that I slumped onto the grass, so distracted that I never heard his 'truck' drive away! Once I'd recovered enough, I finished the crawl to the tree and freed myself. Then I spent quite a while simply resting against the tree, enjoying the wind on my bare skin as I caressed my tits, mound and pussy, before walking naked back into my house.

I also drove 4 tent stakes into the ground out in the open. Then I tied 4 ropes to them, each rope ending in an open loop. I wanted to experience being 'staked out' in a spreadeagled pose in the hot sun for a while, imagining I was a captive. Since I had no one to tie me like that, I just slipped my feet through the lower loops, rested on my back, reached up, and slipped my hands through the upper loops. The ropes 'held' me, naked and spread open, well enough to give me the illusion that I was caught! As I stated, I have a very vivid imagination, but there was a problem with this pose. Sure, my captor or captors could get in between my legs and fuck me. But they could only do it one at a time and it would be slightly awkward.

So I dreamed up another scene. In this scene I was staked out naked on the ground as I was, and a bunch of men surrounded me. They were all really aroused so I had a lot of stiff erections to look at as they stared down at my restrained nude body. And they were all pumping their cocks with their hands and grunting with effort. They were determined to give me a cum bath! Since they were standing along both sides of my body, they had several different targets to aim at! I writhed in my restraints, eyes darting back and forth, wondering who would be the first to launch his load onto me. After several tense minutes of waiting, I was almost hyperventilating with anticipation. That was when one guy groaned loudly, pointed his dick downward, and spurted a hot load of cum on one of my tits! That seemed to be a trigger, because the other guys pumped faster and soon cocks were exploding all around me! Semen flew through the air, some flying upward to cascade down, others shot right down at their targets. I felt the warm splats on my face, neck, tummy, mound and clit! Those were followed by another warm splat on my other breast, plus my thighs, legs and even my feet! These guys were very thorough in painting me with their seed! So by the time my mental session was through, my pussy was leaking so much that I couldn't delay it any longer. Freeing myself from the fake restraints, I masturbated right there out in the open, on my grass in the warm sunshine.

Sometimes I'll get naked, put on my leg shackles, handcuff my wrists behind my back, and leave the keys out on my porch. Then, while outside, I'll hobble slowly around the outside periphery of my house at least one complete circuit, but sometimes two or even three, all the while imagining being forced to do this while an imaginary crowd watches. Not content to just watch, in my mind they are laughing, jeering at me, calling me obscene names, and making ribald jokes at my expense. Some of the braver onlookers will step closer and swat my ass cheeks with stinging slaps, while the people nearby yell encouragement. I've found that such mild humiliation can be quite arousing for me. That's why the idea of being helpless while a bunch of guys give me a cum bath, laughing as they cover me with their hot goo, really turns me on! Maybe someday that scenario will come true -- you never know!

I was still adding new toys to my bondage collection. It even thrilled me when kinky items that I'd ordered online were delivered to my door. The delivery guys in the summer were usually dressed in a uniform that consisted of a short sleeved shirt and shorts, and many of them looked quite hunky. Of course, that led me to imagining that one of them might notice the return address on some package from a kinky retailer. Daydreaming, I thought the hunky guy might be curious enough to strike up a conversation about the package. And then I imagined overcoming my innate shyness and telling him what I'd bought. And then he'd asked if he could see it. And I'd show him. And he'd ask if I could demonstrate it for him. And once I did, overcome by his lust at seeing my naked body restrained, he'd have to vent his needs, using my helpless body. And since I was imagining all this, the encounter was perfect in every way, both of us having amazing orgasms, with no strings attached other than having a great experience together.

Hey, don't look at me like that! I said I was daydreaming!

Anyway, one day I did get the delivery of a new device that gave me a great idea for an extended adventure, one that would take all day if things went right. This new device was a transport belt for a woman prisoner. It's a wide leather belt that buckles in the back, and in the front it has a large steel ring. The ring is big enough that one open handcuff can easily pass through it, leaving the central handcuff chain in contact with that metal ring, and each of the handcuffs dangling on either side of it. I tested it, and yes, if I got my hands on the handcuff keys, I could free myself if I was locked into it. It always pays to be careful and check such things, I've found.

To set the stage for this adventure, I placed my devices in the shed along with a bottle of water and then walked across that large open field behind my house, heading back to the edge of the woods. I had my eye on a large, venerable beech tree there. With their smooth bark, beech trees are one of my favorite trees. There was a space between two exposed roots that would serve perfectly as a place to leave my keys to the handcuffs and the leg shackles.

The next morning, I got up very early. A little giddy with expectation for the upcoming day, I dressed in a white matching bra and panties, along with white stockings and a white garter belt. I figured that if anyone saw me the highly visible white garments would make my scandalous outfit quite visible and unforgettable, especially in broad daylight. To protect my feet, I did lace up and wear my sturdy walking shoes. Grabbing a quick bite to eat, since this would be a long day, I headed to my back door. Looking around outside and seeing no one, I quickly went to the shed and closed its door behind me.

Once inside the shed, I located my objects in the dim light entering through the small shed window. I buckled the prisoner transport belt in front of my tummy, and then slid its buckle around to the small of my back. That brought its ring around to my front. Passing an open handcuff through its ring, I let the two handcuffs dangle for the moment. Next, I bent down and snapped the leg shackles to my ankles. Except for my white underwear and shoes I was virtually naked for this adventure. Since my keys were at the woods, I was committed the moment I locked my leg shackles. Taking a deep breath, feeling my heart racing with excitement, finally I secured my hands in the handcuffs connected to that wide belt I was wearing. Now my hands were confined down low near the center of my waist.

I truly felt like a prisoner now, awaiting transport to someplace. Time seemed to slow since I was trapped in the shed until dark. I feared that if I ventured across that large open field during the daytime, someone might spot me, particularly because I was wearing only white underwear. Gradually, I realized that the shed contained creepy crawlies! I hadn't counted on those and didn't like even seeing them. It made me wish I'd cleaned out the shed first, but it was too late for that. Millipedes scurried out of sight, but centipedes moved so slowly they didn't concern me very much. The spiders especially bothered me, so when I had a chance to stomp them, I did. But I had to be careful to keep my balance, since my hands were pretty useless against protecting me from a fall.

I guess when I left myself that bottle of water, I hadn't given a lot of thought to how I'd manage to drink it with my hands so restricted. Opening it was easy enough, but I had to bend over and do some strange contortions of my hands, head, and bottle tilt to be able to get a drink or two. Of course, I didn't want to drink so much that I'd be forced to pee and maybe ruin my panties and stockings. With my thirst managed, and most of the nearby creepies dealt with, I was finally managing to start to imagine the sorts of humiliation scenarios that turn me on. I could visualize being halted for body cavity searches, and maybe sleazy guards taking advantage of my helpless condition to vent their lusty needs in any or all of my fuck holes. This greatly helped me pass the time, and I was able to at least rub my thighs together to stimulate my pussy.

But later in the day, I was snapped out of my reverie as gusts of wind pushed hard against the shack. Looking out its window, I was surprised to see that the scudding clouds were indicating that the weather was turning bad. I'd neglected to check the forecast, and had no idea how bad it was going to get, or how long, but there wasn't a lot I could do about it until I could reach my keys, and it was still too bright outside to make a try for them. I'd have to wait out the storm. Subjectively, time really slowed even more as I heard the rain start to fall. It quickly turned into a heavy downpour and I hoped it would end soon.

The wind blew and the rain pelted the shed but at least it was still dry inside. Now I felt very alone and helpless, standing there in the dim light that filtered through the small shed window. Managing to pick up a rag in my restrained hands, I dropped it on the top of a sturdy box. I was able to lift my foot enough to use it to rub the dirt and dust off the box so I could sit down. I sat there feeling virtually naked and helpless as the rain came down. As time dragged on, the temperature of my formerly hot summer day dropped. It was getting cold around me, waking up my nipples. As they got engorged and hard, I leaned over a little so I could play with them to pass the time.

But as the day dragged on, the sky darkened, making me realize that this nasty weather was not going to stop anytime soon. It was still too light out to venture into that field to try to retrieve the keys near the tree I'd chosen. Starting to regret this adventure, I just had to sit and wait.

As the wind picked up even more, blowing hard against the walls of the shed, I was becoming afraid and wondered if this was going to stop or become even worse. My nervous sweat was making me feel even colder. As it grew spookier, I wanted to get into my house and get more sheltered, away from the wind and rain. But with my leg shackles on, I wasn't even sure I could manage the wet slippery steps up into the house. I'd have to get my keys.

After an eternity, it looked dark enough outside to make an attempt. The storm was still raging, and it didn't look like it'd be over anytime soon. Carefully, I opened the shed door but the wind grabbed it and, pulling it out of my hands, flung it all the way open with a bang. The force of the wind really scared me. Partially because of fear, and partially because I was wearing one of my best lingerie outfits, I really didn't want to step out into the wind and rain. But I had to do it.

The moment I stepped out, the wind blew my hair in all directions and it started to mat down from the rain. Using my hands and pressure from one shoulder, I forced the shed door closed and made sure it was secured. In the fierce wind, none of that was easy. Taking a deep breath, I took my first tentative steps into that open field and toward the woods. The soaked ground was almost marsh-like under my shoes as I peered this way and that into the gloom. Even though my drenched white underwear was now more translucent it would still be visible for quite some distance, I guessed. Luckily, only a fool like me would be out in this weather!

My shoes quickly soaked through as I stepped into deep puddles, hidden by the matted down grasses. I could feel my feet making what were probably squelching sounds as I dragged them free from deepening mud. My shoes, stockings, and feet were soon both wet and muddy as the rain steadily poured down. I hated the idea of my pretty stockings getting muddy.

Shuffling along because of the chain between the cuffs on my ankles slowed me down, I was currently soaked and not happy that I'd begun this adventure. I was still stepping into hidden puddles and thought that I must look like a wet rat moving across that field which seemed a lot longer than I remembered it being. I was nearing the woods when a brilliant flash of lightning momentarily blinded me, leaving a purple afterimage on my retina. But that was not what concerned me at that moment, because the lightning bolt had struck a tall pine tree way off to my right, and that tree virtually exploded!

Instinctively, I dropped to the ground, knees first, then tummy, unable to bring my hands protectively to my head. Chunks and splinters from the tree fell unheard onto the field, because an amazingly loud crash of thunder blasted against my eardrums. I had to get to my keys, but I didn't want to even try to stand up at that point. With my hands trapped low by my waist clawing into the wet earth, and my feet digging in to propel me forward, I felt more like a worm shoving my way forward. The entire front of my body was soon covered in slimy mud! In the back of my mind, I was aware that my current humiliation was precisely that sort of thing that really would give me excitement. But the front of my mind was too busy being focused on two things. I wanted to grab my keys and then quickly get away from that tall beech, in case lightning targeted it next!

Soon I'd wormed my way to the base of the tree, swung my body sideways to let my hands grasp the keys, and held them tightly as I started slithering back toward the center of the open field. Once I was there, I rolled onto my side and, working mostly by touch, opened one handcuff. With that hand free, opening the other handcuff was easy. I closed both cuffs when they were empty because I didn't want to lose them in the field. Wanting to stay low because of the lightning storm, I low-crawled toward my house. My shed had no lightning rod, but the house did have them, so the closer I got to it, the more safe I felt.

But I was certainly not at all happy how this turned out! I was wet and dirty and cold water dripped off me and ran down my body. I was so humiliated, wet and dirty that I almost started to cry. Since I hadn't seen any more lightning, nor heard any thunder, I got to my feet and carefully unshackled my legs and removed the prisoner transport belt, leaving it and the shackles on my porch steps. Looking at the state of my filthy body I knew I couldn't enter my house like that. I forced myself to strip naked, peeling off my sodden clothing and shoes. These also were placed on the porch steps. Then I used my garden hose to sluice the worst of the mud off myself with icy cold water before I felt I could venture into my home.

As I climbed my porch steps, I picked up my clothing and toys to carry them under the shelter of the porch roof. There I wrung out as much of the filthy water as I could and carried the clothes plus my devices quickly into my bathroom. There I turned on a warm shower and stepped in, relishing the sensation of my skin returning to a more normal temperature. I was also able to wash my outfit and salvage it enough to make it wearable on my next play date. Cleaning off my belt, handcuffs, shackles and keys, I set them outside the shower, where I could dry them off more carefully later.

But now my focus was on shampooing my hair and soaping my body until the cold water and mud were only a distant memory. Now my mind could picture myself during the humiliation of that ordeal. Excitement flared up, and in moments I was down on my knees under the spray of warm water, fingering myself to a very satisfying orgasm that made me gasp and scream with the intensity of my release. The adventure hadn't gone exactly as I'd planned. But, having survived, I smiled to myself, knowing I would try again with further adventures someday, probably soon.