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"Andrea in the Woods" (revised)
  by P.V.


My name is Andrea, and I'm an attractive blond in my early
twenties who lives alone in an area known as Timber Coulee in
southwest Wisconsin.  It is a beautiful place with woods all
around and numerous large hills.  Recently, I went through a self
bondage ordeal that was so exciting, I simply had to write about
it.

On a Friday morning in late August, I awoke and saw that it was
gently raining outside and the temperature was 71 degrees.  Warm,
rainy days make me extremely horny so I decided to call in sick to
work and do something I had wanted to do for the past couple of
weeks.

After quickly eating, washing up, and getting dressed in jeans, a
white T-shirt, and white tennis shoes, I placed my necessary
bondage gear in a small backpack along with a bottle of water and
some insect repellant.  Then I headed outside towards an abandoned
farm about two miles away.  The farm had been for sale for over a
month, and I had previously inspected the property and found it to
be ideal for self bondage.

As I walked down the gravel road, my T-shirt was getting damp from
the mist in the air and my nipples were becoming visible.  I
didn't worry about anyone noticing, though, because the road was
rarely used and the few homes that I passed were quite a distance
away from the road and had long driveways.

After nearly an hour of walking, I reached the farm which
consisted of an old, run down house about twenty yards from the
road, a chicken coup with a pile of junk behind it, and a large
barn which was behind the house.  The barn had only one entrance,
which was a set of large doors in front that opened outward and
were kept closed by a board that slid into two slots, one in each
door.  I grabbed the handle of the board, pulled to the right, and
it fell free.  Going back to the far right corner of the barn, I
took the keyring out of my bag and set it on the floor. These were
the keys to each of my padlocks.  After making sure the locks in
my bag were still open, I went back outside towards the road,
leaving the barn doors slightly open.

On the opposite side of the road, there was a logging trail that
lead nearly a mile up to the top of a large hill. The trail was
about 10 feet wide and went through a dense forest.  I headed
upwards and soon saw a small shed that had probably been used by
the farm's former owner during hunting season.  From my previous
visit, I knew that the shed was empty and unlocked, with a hasp on
the door.  As I approached it, my heart began racing and the
wetness between my legs was almost unbearable.  Standing at the
door, I looked around to see if anyone was watching.  Seeing
nothing but the trees and hearing only the gentle rainfall
striking the leaves, I set down my backpack and began to take off
my clothes.

First, I removed my shoes and set them inside the shed. Then, I
pulled my T-shirt over my head, releasing my 36C breasts. Finally,
I unbuttoned my jeans and tugged them off, exposing my wet, shaven
pussy as well as my well rounded ass.  I quickly threw my clothes
in the shed, shut the door, and locked it with a padlock from my
backpack.  Now, I was completely naked in the woods and would have
to walk back across the road to the barn to get the keys that
would unlock the shed.   My plan was now half complete.  Taking
the insect repellent out, I sprayed my whole body.  Then I put my
backpack on and continued up the trail.  Feeling the warm rain
falling on my skin and the gentle breeze caressing my nude body
soon became too much to handle.  I dropped to my knees and
squeezed my nipples with my left hand, while rubbing my clit with
my right hand.  In less than a minute, I shuddered through an
intense orgasm.  When it was over, I stood up and continued up the
trail, fondling my tits, ass, and pussy as I walked.

The dirt trail had been turned into mud, which made my journey a
little more difficult, but the feel of the cool mud squishing in
between my toes was incredible.  Soon, I was at the top of the
hill where the trail and the woods abruptly ended.  There was a
large clearing with a corn field in the middle about 50 yards away
from the edge of the woods. In the distance, to my left, was
another farmhouse. I poked my head out and didn't see anyone, so I
dashed through the clearing towards the cornfield.  My tits were
bouncing so much that I had to cup them with my hands as I ran. 
Even with this support, they still jiggled wildly, as did my ass,
but I pressed on until I reached the field.  I entered it and made
my way past the first couple rows of corn stalks, which were over
6 feet tall.  Then I stopped and realized that the rain was
ending. I was a little disappointed, but after taking off my
backpack and emptying it's contents on the ground, I quickly
became horny again and continued with my plan.

First, I put on my black leather wrist and ankle cuffs, and locked
them on with padlocks.  Then, I put on my black leather belt with
metal rings on either side and in back. After making sure it was
tight, but not too tight, I put a padlock through the front and
locked it on. Next, I grabbed the two chains that I kept locked
together in the shape of a letter "T".  One chain was six inches
long and the other was three feet long.  One end of the longer
chain was locked to the middle of the shorter chain.  With the six
inch chain, I put a padlock on each end and locked them to my
ankle cuffs. This would enable me to walk, but I would have to
take very small steps.  Then, I picked up my red ball gag and put
it in my mouth, wrapping the leather straps firmly around my head
and locking it into place with another small padlock.

Suddenly, I felt a stinging sensation in my left shoulder and
realized that a mosquito just bit me.  My repellant must have
washed off in the rain, so I sprayed myself down again and picked
up the last padlock. Getting down on my knees, I took the free end
of the long chain and slid it through the the ring on the back of
my belt and through the rings of my wrist cuffs.  Then, I put the
lock through the end link of the chain and through another link in
the chain, just below the ring in my belt. After taking a moment
to make sure everything was in place, I snapped the lock shut.

For the first couple of minutes, I struggled and tried to wiggle
free, but the bonds did not budge.  I desperately wanted to touch
my burning pussy, but with my hands secured behind my back as they
were, this was impossible.  Then, seemingly out of thin air, I
heard a buzzing sound in the distance.  After listening for a
minute and still not knowing what the source of the noise was, I
decided to get up and head back to the trail.

Getting up on my feet was not difficult, but the chain attached to
the belt and wrist cuffs kept me from standing straight up.  After
taking baby steps to the edge of the corn field, I poked my head
out, looked to my right, and saw the souce of the buzzing sound. 
Two people, probably teenage boys, were riding dirtbikes through
the mud around the farm in the distance.

"Damn", I thought to myself.  Now I will have to make my way back
to the trail without being spotted.  My plan was to walk left, to
the end of the corn field opposite of the farm, and go through the
clearing into the woods, then walk back to the trail using the
trees as cover. Slowly, I made my way through the corn field,
making sure not to cut myself on the large, grasslike blades
protruding from the stalks, and looked out into the clearing. 
Seeing no one, I hobbled as quickly as possible through the
clearing until I reached the treeline.  Before entering the woods,
I noticed poison ivy and burning nettles were littered throughout
the forest floor, as well as many large, dead trees and branches
that would make walking almost impossible.

"Shit!", I tried to yell, which sounded more like "Mmpphh!"
through the ball gag.  This meant that I would have to walk out in
the open to get to the trail.  Now I had two choices:  wait until
the boys get done racing, which could take hours, or get moving as
fast a I can and hope they don't notice me.  Since the sun was now
coming out through the clouds and was almost directly overhead, I
knew that it was around noon and if I wanted to get to my keys,
and my clothes before nightfall, I would have to take my chances
and go now.

Staying as close to the treeline as possible, I walked out from
behind the cover of the corn field and kept a careful eye on the
boys, who looked almost like ants in the distance.  Their
dirtbikes were still buzzing wildly, which made my heart beat
faster and my feet try to move quicker. A few times I stumbled
over the chain and almost fell, but I always managed to regain my
balance and keep walking.  I began to wonder what it would be like
if they did see me and came to investigate.  They woud find a
beautiful, young woman nude, bound, and gagged with no one else
around.  They could do anything they wanted to me and I would be
totally helpless.  The thought made me terribly horny and I tried
again to touch my pussy, but all I could touch was my smooth, sexy
ass.  It bounced and jiggled as I walked, so I caressed it and
occasionally slapped and groped it.  My tits were swaying back and
forth, and all I could do was look down at them and wish someone
was sucking on my nipples, which were extremely hard.

My fantasies stopped for a moment when I saw that the trail was
right in front of me.  Feeling both relieved and disappointed that
I made it without being spotted, I began walking down the trail. 
It was slow going and I stopped and ducked down several times,
swearing I heard someone walking in the woods.  Usually, the
source of the noise was a squirrel or deer rustling leaves as it
moved.  When I felt that it was safe, I would slowly get back up
and continue walking.

It was at least mid-afternoon when I finally made it to the shed.
"Soon I will be free and have my clothes back" I thought, relieved
that the end was near.  My jaw was aching, my thighs were
trembling, I was thirsty, and my insect repellent was starting to
wear off, allowing those damned mosquitos to begin biting me
again.

As I approached the road, the farmhouse started coming into view,
along with a small, red car parked in the driveway.  Immediately,
I froze and looked for the owner. Not seeing anyone, and hearing
only my own heartbeat, I decided to duck down and shuffle to my
left, behind some small bushes and tall grass near the edge of the
treeline. After waiting a few minutes, I decided to just lay down
and wait for whoever was down there to leave.  Soon, my nerves
began to calm down and I realized that the possibility of getting
caught was really turning me on, as was the feel of my nude body
lying on the cool grass that was still slightly damp from the rain
earlier.  Once again, I struggled in my bonds, trying to touch my
pussy, but it was no good.  The bonds absolutely refused to give
and I was forced to grab my asscheeks and begin humping the grass
in order to bring myself to climax.  It didn't take long before I
came, shuddering through the intense orgasm and moaning through my
gag.  When it was over, I felt very relaxed and decided to stay
where I was and listen for the car to leave.  My eyes slowly began
to close and when I opened them, the sun had nearly set and it was
getting very dark.  Panicked, I quickly rose to my feet and looked
to see if the car had left.  It was difficult to see, but the car
appeared to be gone, so I looked both ways down the road and
crossed it as quickly as possible.

As I walked over the road, the slightly painful feeling of gravel
stinging my feet was joined by the discomforting feeling caused by
my filled bladder.  "First things first" I thought. "Get the keys,
free myself, go pee, then get my clothes". As I came to the house,
I could clearly see that the car was gone. "Nothing can stop me
now" I muttered to myself while making my way to the barn.  When I
got there, however, I saw that the doors were shut and the
securing board had been slid into place.  At first, I couldn't
believe what I was seeing, but the realization of my problem soon
hit me and I began to tremble with fright.  Whoever was here must
have seen that the doors were open and shut them. I franticly
tried to grab the handle of the securing board for a while, but it
was about four feet off the ground and I couldn't reach it.  Then,
I turned around and tried to relax and think.  I could have easily
bitten the handle and pulled the board out with my teeth, but that
was impossible because of the damn ball gag.

Then the answer came to me.  What I needed was a stick or pipe at
least two feet long that would fit into the handle and allow me to
pull the board free.  I tried to find something, but the sun had
just set and it was difficult to see anything.  My only choice was
to wait until morning to start my search, but first I needed to
pee quite badly so I squatted down and relieved myself.  It felt
great to finally get that out of my system.  Afterwards, I
shuffled several feet away and laid down on the cool, damp grass,
listening to the insects and occasionally getting bitten by
mosquitos. My jaw was aching terribly and I was hungry and
thirsty, but I told myself that if I just stuck to my plan and
kept a clear head, tomorrow I would be free.

Throughout the evening, I saw the headlights of several cars go
past the farm.  For a short time, I considered going over to the
road to stop someone and get help, but in my predicament I just
couldn't do it.  The embarrassment would be overwhelming, and how
would I know that whoever stopped would not simply take advantage
of me?  I decided the best thing to do was relax and try to get
some rest.

It took quite a while for sleep to overtake me, but it finally did
and I awoke to the sun shining in the east. Instantly, I rose to
my feet and looked for something to use to open the barn doors. 
There was an old, wooden stick, probably a handle for a shovel or
something similar, on the ground along the side of the barn so I
picked it up and drug it to the barn doors.  Firmly grabbing one
end, I carefully tried to push the other end up through the
handle, which took a little time considering I had to hold the
stick behind my back.  After several tries, the stick was through
the handle and I pulled to the right.  The board began to move and
I heard a sharp "snap" as the stick broke in two. "Shit!" I tried
to scream through my gag as I dropped the remains of the stick to
the ground.  It would have worked, but I needed to find something
stronger.  So, off I went again looking for anything that might
work and keeping an eye out for cars.  There wasn't anything else
useful by the barn, but the chicken coup had a large pile of junk
in back and I headed straight for it.

Since the front door of the chicken coup faced the house, being
behind the building put me in plain view of the road.  There were
no cars in sight, so I began to look through the pile very
carefully.  Many sharp objects like barbed wire, pieces of sheet
metal, and boards with nails in them were in the pile and I didn't
want to cut myself. While searching, I found a narrow, metal fence
post.  It was about 4 feet long and would easily fit into the
handle so I grabbed it and began pulling it out of the pile.  As I
looked up, I saw a car coming and quickly drug the post behind me
and hid around the side of the coup until the car passed the farm.
 Then, I went back to the barn doors and pushed the post into the
handle.  This time, nothing broke and the board slid all the way
out and fell to the ground. I was so excited that I almost
couldn't believe it had worked.  Sliding my fingers in between the
doors, I pulled them outwards and turned around. Walking inside
the barn, I headed straight to the far corner and knelt down to
pick up my keys.  The keys were all different so it took a while
to find out which key fit into which lock.  Also, my hands were
sweaty and trembling from all the excitement.  Even with these
setbacks, I patiently went through the keys until finding the one
that opened the lock behind my back.  Once that was done, I had no
problem opening all the other locks and removing my ball gag.  My
jaw hurt so badly that I started to cry, but I knew that the pain
would go away in time.

Now, all I needed were my clothes from the shed and I could go
home. Leaving all my bondage items on the floor, to be picked up
later, I took the keys and headed outside towards the trail.  As I
neared the road, I saw a car in the distance and paused for a
moment, considering what to do.  I decided to go for it and dashed
across the road and up the trail, hoping that the driver was too
far away to see me, or at least too far away to notice that I was
nude.  When the shed was in sight, I stopped and looked back at
the road. Half expecting the driver to stop the car at the trail,
or at least slow down, I was relieved to see the car pass right on
by.

I then went to the shed and unlocked the door. Walking inside, I
quickly threw my clothes on and headed home.  It took me a while
to get back, and the first thing that I did was drink a couple
large glasses of water.  Then I took a warm bath and thought about
how lucky I was to be free, and about what my next self bondage
game would be.


                         -- The End --


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