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Alice loved self-bondage.
More than was entirely sensible, she’d admit… yet other people did crazy things like parkour and climbing mountains and riding motorcycles and so on. What she liked was self-bondage.
It had been a long week, it was Friday, and she was ready to indulge.
She drove out to her favorite spot after work, a state park not far from town.
There in the parking lot were a few other cars, a family returning from a hike and leaving, a couple of guys getting out their trail bikes.
She walked up the trail for a bit, and then turned off into a clearing. There she hid her key, and returned to the trail.
From here the trail went in a big loop. The first part was shorter, but steep and rocky. From there it continued with a gentler, easier path that was much longer, looping around back to the clearing and the parking lot.
She clambered over the steep and rocky path to the point where it flattened out and became easier.
Alice wore a light walking cloak. She fastened her cuffs around her wrists, and then put her arms behind her back. Beneath the cloak, no one could see that she was wearing cuffs, or that she was bound.
She fingered the lock. This was always the most delicious moment. If she clicked the lock, she’d then be trapped with her hands locked behind her back. The only way that she could escape would be to walk all the way back down path back to the clearing where she had hid her key.
She wasn’t crazy. Well, OK, she was crazy, but she wasn’t completely crazy. She wore a spare key on a necklace around her neck. She couldn’t reach it with her hands locked behind her back, but if she fell or twisted an ankle she could call for help, and someone could rescue her. She’d die of embarrassment of course, so that was for emergencies only, naturally.
She didn’t always have the courage to click the lock. Sometimes she came this far and couldn’t quite make herself do it. But then she could enjoy the beautiful day, so it was OK.
She pressed lightly on the lock, not enough to click it closed, just imagining being helpless, unable to escape, having no choice but to walk the trail with her hands bound behind her back to the clearing.
She pressed on the lock again, again not hard enough to lock it, just imagining…
And she pressed again… and the lock clicked.
A wave of excitement and almost alarm washed through her. She had done it.
She felt horny.
She always felt horny in self-bondage, which was part of the pleasure. She wanted to masturbate, but couldn’t with her hands locked behind her. She’d have to walk down the trail, getting more and more aroused at her helplessness, without being able to do anything about it.
This time she felt really horny. There was something about the gorgeous day and the suddenness of the lock clicking that had really turned her on. She wanted desperately to masturbate.
Suddenly she turned away from the longer path and headed back along the shorter one. This time she wasn’t going to wait.
It turned out to be a major mistake.
The steep and rocky path was easy enough to navigate with her hands free, but quite difficult with her hands bound behind her back. She had to go slowly and cautiously for much of the path. Even when she realized that it had been a mistake, she didn’t want to turn around again. She slipped a couple of times, not badly enough to be scratched and start bleeding, but she collected a couple of small bruises.
The “shortcut” ended up taking much longer than going her usual route would have.
Annoyed, tired, bruised, Alice finally dragged herself back to the clearing.
It was starting to get dark.
There, in the middle of her clearing, sitting on a rock, facing away from her, was a man. What was he doing? He seemed to be just looking out into the woods, but there wasn’t even a view here.
Well, her key was on this side of the clearing, so she’d just get her key. Hopefully without him even noticing her.
She found her key easily enough, but as she fumbled with it, she dropped it. That had happened before. Turning around, she didn’t see the key at first, but then saw it glinting in a crevasse between two roots.
Oh, great.
She flopped down on the ground on her side, wiggled up to the crevasse backwards, and tried to reach in to grab the key.
She couldn’t reach the key.
If her hands hadn’t been bound behind her back, she could have reached the key easily, but she couldn’t with her hands bound.
Catch-22.
OK, fine. Die of embarrassment emergency time. And she was never going to do self-bondage again. She’d find some other hobby to get off to.
With difficulty, Alice struggled to her feet. She was quite the sight. Disheveled, covered in leaves, and with her hair falling into her face that she couldn’t reach to brush back.
The man was still sitting on the rock, facing away from her, apparently oblivious. Alice imagined that she’d been making a noise like a herd of elephants, but it was a windy day with the trees creaking and maybe he hadn’t noticed.
She trudged around to the other side of the rock, in a wide arc so that she wasn’t too close. He was a bit older, dressed in practical outdoor hiking clothing but nothing fancy.
“Hello,” he said. “I’m Mark.”
He seemed unsurprised, as if disheveled women in bondage appearing before him was a normal occurrence.
“Um… hi,” stammered Alice, “I’m Alice… listen, my friends and I were playing a game…”
“You’re lying,” said Mark conversationally, without apparent disapproval.
“What?”
Mark shrugged half-apologetically. “I can always tell when someone is lying. I always have.”
“Yeah… OK, so, I was playing around with self-bondage, but I lost my key…”
Mark nodded.
He failed to leap to his feet to render assistance.
After a pause, Alice continued, “I have a spare key on my necklace, so if you wouldn’t mind, could you unlock me please?”
Mark said, “Well, I’m happy to do anything that we both want.”
What did that mean?
“Um… so, would you unlock me?”
“I’d unlock you if I wanted to unlock you, but I don’t, because you look adorable in bondage. If there’s something else you’d like me to do for you, that I also would like to do, I’d be happy to do that.”
Alice backed away from him. Rapist… murderer… crazy…
He made no move to follow.
She fled towards the parking lot. She’d find someone else to help her.
The parking lot was deserted. There was her car, and a second car that she supposed must be his, and no one else.
The sun was setting.
It was starting to get cold.
Wearily, she started to trudge back to the clearing.
She met Mark coming down.
“Hi,” he said. “I’m heading home now.”
“Wait!” Alice said. “You have to help me!”
He didn’t pause so Alice found herself scrambling after him, but he did look over his shoulder back at her. “I’m not obligated to help you with your hobby.”
“Don’t leave me here!!”
He shrugged as he walked. “You’re welcome to come with me, if you want to.”
“WHAT?! NO!”
He reached his car and got in, closing the door. Alice banged against his window with her shoulder. He rolled down the window.
“Take me with you!” Alice cried.
“OK.”
He got out, and went around to the passenger side, opening the door for her.
Oh wonderful. Now her life was a horror movie. The kind where audience was saying, “No! Don’t split up! Don’t go alone into the creepy basement!”
But what else was she going to do? Stay here all night? And freeze to death or be eaten or something?
She got in the car.
He looked down at her. “If you’re going to ride with me, I’ll need to fasten your seat belt.”
“Fine.”
He fastened the seat belt and walked over to the driver’s side again. Alice suddenly realized that with her hands bound behind her back, she couldn’t reach the belt buckle to undo the seat belt. Another wave of excitement flooded through her, warring with her fear and outrage. She loved bondage so much.
He started the car, drove down the long park road to the main road, and turned on to the main road.
It occurred to Alice that she could have walked down to the main road. In the dark, but she could have made it. And then some trucker would have seen her and…
Alice couldn’t tell if she was more horrified or more turned on by the thought of being raped by a trucker.
Or by Mark.
“I can’t believe you’re kidnapping me,” she muttered.
Mark pulled over to the side of the road and stopped.
“What are you doing?” exclaimed Alice.
He got out of the car, and came around to the passenger side.
This was it. Now she was going to be raped… murdered…
He opened her door and unbuckled her seat belt.
“What are you doing?” said Alice.
“I’m not kidnapping you. You don’t have to come with me if you don’t want to.”
“Don’t leave me here!”
He shrugged, fastened her seat belt again, closed her door, walked around and got in, and started down the road again.
If he shrugged one more time she was going to sink her teeth into his skull and rip his head off.
Alice saw a convenience store in an intersection ahead. She could tell him to stop. He’d stop. She could go in. The guy at the counter might help her. Or molest her. Or call the police.
She didn’t say anything. The convenience store receded into the distance.
Mark turned onto a dirt road, drove for a bit passing other driveways and houses, and then pulled into a driveway up to a small cottage.
“You’re welcome to come in, if you want.”
Or freeze to death in the car.
The horror movie continued.
OK, the convenience store would have been a better idea. Or she could bang on the door of one of the other houses. Or walk down to the road and get raped by a passing trucker there.
While Mark wasn’t helping her, he could have raped or killed her back at the clearing. Someone else might be better, or they might be worse.
She went in the house with him.
He asked if she wanted something to eat, she said yes, and he fed or soup, bite by bite.
The soup was delicious.
He showed her to a spare bedroom. “You can stay here, if you want to.”
“I can’t sleep like this,” Alice said, wiggling her arms.
“I could tie you to the bed instead, if you want me to.”
“Yes, please,” said Alice. Her arms were starting to hurt after being chained behind her back for so long.
He attached a chain to each of her cuffs, and taking the spare key from the necklace around her neck, unlocked the lock.
Finally.
Exhausted, she lay down on her back on the bed, and Mark finished fastening the chains to either side of her.
She then realized two things simultaneously.
Before, she could have left and taken her chances with another house or the road, but now chained to the bed she no longer had that option.
OK, so maybe she wasn’t making the best decisions at the moment.
And second, she was still horny.
Very horny.
And with her hands cuffed to the bed on either side of her, she still couldn’t reach herself to masturbate.
“Good night,” Mark said, and turned to leave the room.
She moaned.
“Wait,” Alice said.
Mark turned back, “Yes?”
Alice blushed. “Would you please give me an orgasm?” she whispered.
Mark came back to sit on the edge of the bed next to her.
“Hmm,” he said slowly. “Hard to say… I would enjoy giving you an orgasm, but I also seeing you struggle.”
“Look,” said Alice, desperate, “If you give me an orgasm, you can do whatever you want with me.”
“Oh?” said Mark. “And how long would I be able to do whatever I wanted with you?”
“Oh, well,” said Alice, thinking she’d better not give away more than she needed to, “My mother is expecting me in the morning…”
“You’re lying,” said Mark with a smile.
“And I have to meet my friends on Sunday…”
“Lying.”
“I do have work on Monday.”
“Yes,” said Mark, “that’s true. OK, I’ll do whatever I want with you for the weekend, and then I’ll let you go so that you can go to work.”
The orgasm was amazing.
Exhausted, Alice slept.
When Alice woke up in the morning and realized, remembered, that she was chained to the bed, it occurred to her that she really should have been more specific than “anything you want”.
Life rule number 17: don’t negotiate while exhausted, in bondage, and extremely horny.
Oh well.
As it turned out, she got lucky: the “anything you want” that he wanted to do was to give her lots more orgasms.
More than she could stand.
No matter how much she begged or tried to escape.
And the next weekend she went back and stayed with Mark again.
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