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- Long Walk
- by John, aka LoRee
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- 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.
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- 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.
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- 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.
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- 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.
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- 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.
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- 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.
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- 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.
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- 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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