Outdoor tied up

 

 

I enjoy watching bondage movies because they feature horny women binding men, masters controlling slaves, and bondage sex.

I find all of these subjects fascinating.

I enjoy it because of the feeling of being at the mercy of another person as well as the skill with which some women engage in BDSM bondage.

My mistress was immediately excited and wanted to come up with something special after I told her I wanted to be in a bondage story.

I drove to her last Sunday with great excitement because the time had come.

She told me beforehand that it was going to be an outdoor bondage, so that's why she took me in the car. The thought of having to store the ropes in her car's trunk by myself made me uneasy, so I sat down in the passenger seat very quietly next to her.

My excitement was now pounding in my temples as she entered a forest track, parked in a lone lot at the edge of the forest where there were only two other cars, told me to carry the ropes, and walked in front of me wearing thick boots.

We had to drag the heavy and light ropes for a considerable distance before we reached a clearing in the forest.

The clearing was crossed by power poles, and nobody could be seen anywhere.

My bondage started after she instructed me to secure the ropes next to a pole.

There was a blindfold ready, and at first I thought she was going to blindfold me, but she decided against it.

I was instead fascinated to watch as my mistress got to work at my feet and started tying my legs and feet to the mast.

I could tell from the skillful work of her hands that this wasn't her first time performing outdoor or even BDSM bondage.

She wrapped the cuffs more tightly and more tightly around my body, working her way down my legs with lovely knots.

She restrained me by pinning my arms and torso to the mast, which caused me to lose movement over time.

She didn't need to open the door because I was unable to move anyway.

The rope ties were just snug enough to prevent me from moving while being loose enough to allow blood to flow through my hands, which gave me some reassurance as I was afraid they might fall asleep.

She abruptly stopped following me and became completely motionless; I was unable to turn my head far enough to see her.

My pants' zipper was then firmly grabbed by her hands as she opened it energically, and I felt her hands.

My heart is racing, and blood is pouring down.

With my bondage sex fantasies, I had always imagined something like this! How did she know?

Did she even know?

She took out my genitalia, which was now standing upright in the great outdoors.

I was startled by what I saw when I looked down: the ropes, the knots, my cock, and everything else.

The last thing I remember seeing before the darkness engulfed me was the naked, erect Stake.

My genitalia were instantly more sensitive to the gentle wind, I could clearly hear my mistress' footsteps in the grass, and I became acutely aware of how close she was to me.

She remained silent the entire time, and even now all I could hear was how she clearly gathered the last few ropes and started to walk away.

The click of her lighter told me she was smoking a cigarette, I heard her blow out the smoke, felt her look at me.

I was starting to feel tense from the inside out; I was like an arrow in a bow, ready to shoot at any second.

Then, from a little further away, I heard her footsteps once more.

They kept going and going.

I dialed "Mistress," but nobody picked up.

Miss, are you there still?

Again, no response.

My heart was now thumping anxiously as I listened for footsteps but all I could hear were birds singing to themselves happily while probably sitting on the power lines.

In the distance, I heard rustling.

I attempted to look through the blindfold, but was unable to tell if it was my mistress or someone else.

Damned.

How did I get out of here, did she leave me alone, and what if she didn't come back?

Insects landed on my hands and face, stung me when I twitched, and flew away as I waited, listened, and heard the birds.

Undoubtedly, it was a rehearsal.

She questioned my ability to overcome this.

She'd come back and be so proud of me, so of course I would.

To pass the time, I began creating imaginary bondage sex encounters, which also roused my temporarily collapsed penis.

And at the most beautiful point of the mental bondage story, I started to hear women's voices.

There are several.

My mistress was not present, either.

I froze in fright.

I started to wriggle on the pole to get free from the bonds out of fear that the women would see me, that they would call the police, that they would arrest me, that I would end up in jail, or worse.

Of course, this was completely ineffective.

Instead, the knots tightened and the arms ached.

The laughter of the women's voices drew nearer, but luckily, they quickly dissipated.

Even though a cooler wind was starting to pick up, I discovered that I was covered in sweat and that my shirt was clinging to me.

Now that I was moving so much, my legs were also hurting, and the ropes were chafing.

Nothing of my resolute courage remained, I felt intense, and I wanted to leave this place.

My nerves were now racing, and there was no longer any excitement as I began to panic more and more.

I was sweating, scared that my mistress wouldn't come back, in between I started whistling senselessly to me, stopped again for fear that someone would hear me, at the same time I wanted someone to hear me and - freed! In this panic mood, the cool hands of my mistress, which she laid on my hands from behind, were a blessing and a shock at the same time. I flinched terribly when I felt her hands because I hadn't heard her approaching and was in such a panic as I waited for my outdoor bondage to end.

After my mistress released me from the bonds and we returned to the car, I was overcome with gratitude and relief and couldn't help but cry.

My mistress had brought me very close to myself with this bondage game and made me feel with great intensity what it means to be alone and how much I needed her, without a single blow and without my other masochistic tortures, which I want to suffer in order to feel myself.