Long Walk
by John, aka LoRee

   

Dear Anna.

Love your self bondage site and wanted to relate to you what happened when I tried a variation on your "Long Walk" Scenario.

Warning! This story might contain activities that might not be suitable in selfbondage. Please play safe.

First I chose an out fit that would decidedly stand out against the wooded back ground in which I'd be travelling. Bright red mesh panty hose, a slightly off the shoulder flat red exercise leotard, and a red skirt with a shimmery brocade pattern.
I darned a pair of extra sheer off white bikini panties, panty hose, and the long sleeved leotard, over which I wore black jeans, a black wind breaker, and black sneakers. It took me twenty minutes to briskly walk to my "Staging Area" to prepare for my long walk home, across a series of fields next to the Medical Center here in San Antonio.
Just inside the tree line along the fairly busy northern most street was the clearing, where I would leave my black gym bag hanging from a low tree branch. I could still see traffic infrequently coming & going from the various apartment complexes that lined the opposite side of the street, even though it was nearly midnight on a Thursday going into Friday. Vehicles coming out of the one directly across from me cut through the sparse winter brush & lit up my AO enough to make me think I could be seen. Although I knew I could not, my heart beat still picked up, & butterflies fluttered in my stomach each time they did.
 
First I stripped away the sneakers, wind breaker, and jeans. Then I pulled my panties & panty hose down around my knees, and got out my translucent violet tinted vibrating but plug. I generously lubed it down and inserted it into me, then re-situated my panties & hose, running the battery pack through the cut out crotch panel. Next I put on my skirt and placed the battery pack in the right pocked. I placed my Walkman radio in my left pocket & put on the head phones. Then I placed a bright red embroidered bandanna tightly on my head, covering & securing the head phones in place. Next I secured a red & white stripped nylon novelty dog collar tightly around my throat.
 
Hanging in back was a matching novelty leash which I had mortified to suit my need. The collar had three red lights the blinked constantly when turned on, & the leash had four. the collar lights faced forward, where as the leash lights faced rearward. The leash ran through the collar's D-ring & had only a D-ring on each end. they would hold my wrist slightly uncomfortably to the middle of my back. Next I buckled my nylon cuffs to my wrist. Then I snapped tiger stripped nylon cuffs, with quick release snaps, just above my knees. I Took a heavy duty cable tie and cinched the D-ring, effectively hobbling me at the knees. The hem of my skirt was a good six inches above the knees so the hobble point showed. Then I took a plastic glass with a sealed lid, in which were two pair of small nylon panties rolled tightly into a ball. I had half filled the glass with my own piss before I starting out so they were well marinated. I removed the fragrant ball and crammed it into my mouth, securing it with a tightly rolled bright red bandanna identical to the one on my head. I pulled tight and knotted it in back. I slipped on a pair of black sandal strap shoes with an inch and a half heel. Six "jingle bells" were attached to each one, making it impossible to walk quietly. I then put on a tie-dye string necklace from which another "jingle bell hung inside a heavy heart shaped wire.
I then secured everything else in my bag and hung it up. I placed a large black office clip just behind the nipple pinching down hard on my areola. I turned on the vibration to full, turned the radio on full blast and switched on the collar & leash lights. Finally I twisted first my right, then my left wrist up behind me securing them to the d-rings of the leash with luggage locks. I was now irrevocably committed. The radio was set on the lowest end of the FM band so all i would hear was white noise. But the faint sounds of several stations blended in. Still it had the desired effect of leaving me unable to hear, solely depending on my sight alone to prevent me from being caught or seen. On the down side I couldn't be frightened by sounds of traffic or people along the way. Although it was noticeably chilly, that is not why I trembled so.
 
The first leg of my journey took me down an open tail twenty feet or so wide to accommodate transmission towers. I couldn't even hear my jingling feet as I trudged down the trail. My first big fright came as I approached the safety of a wooded area. A thirty foot long fenced corner of a school athletic field lay ahead on my right. I was about twenty five feet from the tree line when a life flight helicopter (a very common occurrence in this area) came tearing past, momentarily lighting me in full view. I froze quickly.
 
It seemed like I was trembling there in the helicopters spot light for an awfully long time. Just as soon as it was gone I hobbled into the brush and rested against a tree.
Once I regained my composure, I snaked down a narrow winding trail through the brush. My next obstacle was a half mile long creek. There was a concrete spillage point where I could easily ford without getting my feet wet, but it was less than a hundred yards from a well lit busy road passing across the creek. I trudged along the tree line to the crossing point looking to my left I could see the well lit high school at the creek bend less than a half mile away. Looking from either direction towards me I would be very well silhouetted and easily seen, even without the blinking red lights. I paused, took a long deep breath then hobbled out into the open. Not a soul was in sight until I was a quarter of the way across. several cars in rapid succession came by going in both directions. I fumbled slightly at first but just kept trudging along steadily. The traffic didn't seem to take notice of me while I was fully exposed to view. I continued on along a dry creek bed that fed into the creek I just crossed, still in the open, but much lower that the road. I could still be seen from there but you'd have to be looking for me. I was sweating bullets, and my nipples & toes were numb as I came to my last and biggest obstacle of the night. I tingled with dread and anticipation as I approached the street I had to cross. Here I would suffer the greatest chance of exposure, being seen and/or being caught. Less than a hundred yards to my right was a busy T-intersection across which was the main parking lot entrance for one of the cancer research centres.
 
Even at this late hour the parking attendant both was manned. It was well lit and I could clearly see the lady in it was sitting with her back to me. It was not so much the cars on the busy cross street that concerned me, it was the ones entering, or more importantly leaving the parking lot that worried me. There is also the fact that I had to cross an open expanse four times the width of the street. It takes about thirty plus seconds to briskly cross unencumbered. Considering the flashing lights and the bells I wore I wondered if it were possible. Not to mention if a car turned down the street I was crossing while I was crossing it I was toast. My breathing was laboured and my chest was tight as I stood almost exposed at the edge of the clearing pondering how to do this. Even if I made it across unobserved the tree line was clear of any foliage cover for over a hundred feet or so. I would still be easily caught if a vehicle came down the street since it's headlights would remove the shadows that concealed me there. This possibility was punctuated twice as I ran for cover when cars turned down that street while I waited. The brush and shadows on my side were more than enough to keep me hidden when they did. But what would happen if and when I were on the other side? That's when I noticed I had an erection, although I couldn't tell if it was because I had to piss or because I was turned on so mush by my precarious predicament. I pressed it against a smooth barked tree for a couple of moments and might have cum if I hadn't been startled by a car heading the other way towards the intersection. It sat there longer than it seemed it should have. I swallowed tasting the pungent trickle of piss tainted saliva coating my dry throat. It eased across to the parking lot as another car crossed behind it going the same direction I needed to. Realising I would be in that cars blind spot I bolted into the open and ran as fast as I could hobbled as I was. I could almost hear the click-clack of my heels on the pavement & the wild jingling of my shoe bells.
 
Before I knew it I was across in the shadows of the trees undetected. I was far from home yet. a short distance up the street was a trail I could disappear down. However, a couple of homeless guys were camping in the bush along that trail. Likely they would be drunk if they were awake. Bound helpless as I was I didn't care for the prospect of running into them or attracting their attention as I passed. The other trail I could go down was about a block and a half further down from the first in front of the Ronald McDonald House (Hospice). While I had no idea what time it was I knew it had to be after midnight, which made the second trail entrance the safer bet. I eased steadily down the street hugging the tree line the whole way. I didn't hear it at all, and didn't see it til the slow moving car was almost next to me. Without hesitation I dived into the bushes and watched as it rolled right on by me to the intersection. I saw his brake lights as he stopped. Then he just sat there for the longest time. I thought he caught sight of me for sure but it took a few moments to register. My arms ached noticeably as I trembled there for what seem a brief eternity. Savouring the acrid taste of piss, with my sphincter throbbing from the steady reverberation of my vibrating butt plug. My semi-exposed shoulder felt cold from the chilly night air. At long last the red tail lights dimmed and he rolled through the far intersection and disappeared. I was once again fully exposed to view as I walk the last hundred and twenty feet to the trial's mouth illuminated by the street lamps over head. At last I was safe back on the wooded trail heading home.
 
I felt a great relief when I after one hour and 20 minutes finally came back into the open of my backyard. I slowly laboured to the back porch where hung the keys that would free me. I fumbled for an excessive period of time trying to unlock my wrist and was in a near panic for a moment thinking I wasn't going to be able to. Then with a click my right wrist was free. I was then able to pull my left one lower and easily freed it. It hurt so much when I removed my nipple clamps that I cried. Oh god that hurt SOOOO Gooood! I then removed everything else except the panties, panty hose, leotard, wrist & knee straps, and my butt plug. Although I did remove the batteries from the power pack. I laid in bed and masturbated through the leotard, panty hose, & panties til I came. I had previously cut away the cable tie at my knees, but now slid a fresh one beneath the nylon band of my knee straps and cinched them tightly together. I added a nylon strap tightly cinching my ankles together. Finally I carefully threaded a cable tie through the D-rings of my wrist cuff, using an extra long nose pair of needle nose pliers to grab the tie end to cinch them together behind my back. I slept that way the rest of the night in my cummy panties. I think it might of been a mistake to leave the butt plug in all night as when I finally removed it the next morning my ass was so sore I could hardly walk. I am composing this the Saturday immediately after my Long Walk Home and my nipples are still tender to the touch and my asshole still a little sore. But my adventure was so humiliatingly exhilarating that I can not wait to try this scenario again during the day, more than likely a Sunday, & without the head phones.
I will keep you posted.

Sincerely,

John, aka LoRee
 

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