A walk in the country. *Story Contest Winner*

Postby Suestruggles » Sat Jun 29, 2013 3:02 pm

It was a lovely hot summers day when I decided to go for a walk and visit my favourite secret place. I was wearing a tight red top, denim shorts, knee socks scruched down round my ankles, and walking shoes as I parked the car and set off along the country path. I was civil to all the other walkers I met but i was really thinking about my private little place off this track, and may favourite private pleasure. Well perhaps not may favourite.

I'd walked for about an hour when I came to the hidden side path. I set off down it pushing the bushes aside and braving up to the brambles when I eventually came on the hidden track. 5 minutes later and i came to my secret open space by the side of the lake. This secret place was a small grassy opening amongst the trees on the edge of a little bay on the lake. I took a deep breath and then stepped up to the edge of the lake.

I took my back pack off and set it to one side, next I reached down and undid my shoes, took my socks off, my shorts, my top and finally unhooked my bra and slipped my knickers down stepping out of them. I dived into the cool water and spent about 20 minutes swimming naked feeling ever so naughty.

I climbed out onto the side of the lake and went to my bag, taking my towel out to dry myself then to lie on. I lay back in the warm sun and soon dropped off.

I slowly became aware of a tickly feeling on my nose. I tried to brush it away but I was in that stage of sleep / wake when you are partly aware but can't move. I awoke and stretched: or at least tried to. I was fully awake but couldn't move my arms to reach my nose. I blinked in the bright light and tried to sit up but couldn't move my legs normally. I suddenly realised my hands were tied behind my back and my ankles tied together. I blinked again and suddenly saw a figure leaning over me. she looked in her early 20s, about half my age. she had long red hair down past her chest. she was wearing a black crop top and lycra shorts. And she was grinning at me as she flicked my nose with a piece of grass.

“Hey whathhh mmmfff.” she pushed one of my own sweaty socks into my mouth. she took my other sock and tied it round my head pulling it tight between my teeth, and very effectively gagging me. She ran the grass she had been tickling my nose with down my chest and tummy down my leg then grabbed my bound ankles. She instantly began to rake her nails over my bare, defenceless soles and I thrashed and squirmed for my life. I'm incredibly ticklish and my feet are my most sensitive part. My muffled screams went un-answered and un-heard as my torture continued for what seemed like an age.

When she finally stopped it was only for a few seconds before she had picked up a piece of gourse. prickly and tickly she began to drag ir over my chaest and tummy and teased me for several minutes. It was not as tortuous as her fingers but it made me squirm and wriggle when she caught me in just the right place. I was not out and out laughing (even despite the gag) but was just making little muffled giggling noises. Again the minutes seemed to drag on as i never knew when the little scratch would turn to a tickly point and make me jump.

she stopped and moved away. I began to breathe deeply nd catch my breath before I saw her put on some gloves and pick up a nettle. This was very different. he would hold it tantalisingly close to me then move it away but every now and again she would let one of the stinging spikes brush against my flesh maing me squeal into my gag and jump. I soon had 5 or six stinging spots on my body: feet, legs, lymmy, arms etc. She then picked up dock leaf and rubbed it on my sore spots for relief.

Then she leant over me and whispered "I have to go now". I watched as she walked away into the bushes and listeded as i heard her rhythmic jogging as she ran along the track.

I lay in the sun and thought about what had happened. "Well no time thinking about past pleasures. i have to escape." i thought.

I struggled to get to my feet then realised this was paointless after falling 3 times. Next i began to strain against the bonds and simply made my wrists and ankles sore as the narrow cords dug in. eventually i took a more methodical approach and eventually my fingers found a knot. Picking slowly and frustratingly for about half an hour, making several cries of utter desperation and despair into mu gag as i realised i had not undone the knot or the knot now loose had done nothing to hold me fast I eventually felt the tightness of my bonds looses and my hands slipped free.

As i contiued to untie myself i realised my own laces had been used to tie me and my own socks to gag me. My beautiful assailant had needed no othet tools than what i provided her.

As i put my clothes back on and turned to relace my left shoe I saw a piece of paper inside on the heel.

A telephone number.....
Sue

Fit to be tied, wants to struggle.

Re: A walk in the country.

Postby zanev » Mon Jul 15, 2013 5:40 pm

Winner.
I close my eyes, Inis Mona
And reminisce of those palmy days
I moon o'er you, Inis Mona
As long as I breathe
I'll call you my home

Re: A walk in the country. *Story Contest Winner*

Postby villains inc. » Mon Jul 15, 2013 7:13 pm

Wow, this was really good! I know mine wasn't that good, but I'll try harder next time

Re: A walk in the country. *Story Contest Winner*

Postby xtc » Tue Jul 16, 2013 9:03 am

I'm glad you won this time. As you know, I think your previous offering was better than mine when I won last time.
This fits the criteria and was very well written.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: A walk in the country. *Story Contest Winner*

Postby Suestruggles » Tue Jul 16, 2013 2:36 pm

Thank you so much but I really can't take a prize. I come here for fun and knowing my story entertained others is prize enough. I can't believe it was well written when I read it and found the typos and spelling errors. And finally wll done kidnap boy, I thought yours was the better tale anyway.
Sue

Fit to be tied, wants to struggle.

Re: A walk in the country. *Story Contest Winner*

Postby xtc » Tue Jul 16, 2013 3:05 pm

Take the prize, Ma'am. The last two contests prove that you deserve it.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

Re: A walk in the country. *Story Contest Winner*

Postby Jason Toddman » Wed Jul 17, 2013 12:49 pm

Congratulations, SueStruggles. Let us know if you choose the cuffs and need someone to try them out on. :D
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Re: A walk in the country. *Story Contest Winner*

Postby zanev » Wed Jul 17, 2013 9:21 pm

Suestruggles wrote:Thank you so much but I really can't take a prize. I come here for fun and knowing my story entertained others is prize enough. I can't believe it was well written when I read it and found the typos and spelling errors. And finally wll done kidnap boy, I thought yours was the better tale anyway.


Sure you dont want it either?
I close my eyes, Inis Mona
And reminisce of those palmy days
I moon o'er you, Inis Mona
As long as I breathe
I'll call you my home

Re: A walk in the country. *Story Contest Winner*

Postby kidnap boy » Thu Jul 18, 2013 1:29 am

Great story, Sue! A well-deserved win!

KB

Re: A walk in the country. *Story Contest Winner*

Postby Suestruggles » Thu Jul 18, 2013 4:34 am

Can I donate the handcuffs to Jason Todman.........and the keys to fungirlkatie!

OK I'll just take the name change: "Manic Manacled MILF"
Sue

Fit to be tied, wants to struggle.

Re: A walk in the country. *Story Contest Winner*

Postby Jason Toddman » Thu Jul 18, 2013 4:48 am

Suestruggles wrote:Can I donate the handcuffs to Jason Todman.........and the keys to fungirlkatie!

OK I'll just take the name change: "Manic Manacled MILF"

Don't want the cuffs anyway; that'd only stir up another hornet's nest about conflict of interest for a start. :lol:
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Re: A walk in the country. *Story Contest Winner*

Postby zanev » Thu Jul 18, 2013 6:22 pm

Changed your title and I offered Kidnap Boy a choice between the cuffs and the gift card.
I close my eyes, Inis Mona
And reminisce of those palmy days
I moon o'er you, Inis Mona
As long as I breathe
I'll call you my home

Re: A walk in the country. *Story Contest Winner*

Postby fungirlkatie » Sun Jul 21, 2013 9:12 am

Suestruggles wrote:Can I donate the handcuffs to Jason Todman.........and the keys to fungirlkatie!

OK I'll just take the name change: "Manic Manacled MILF"


just the keys and not the handcuffs, where's the fun in that
Bound, gagged and blindfolded, all with silk scarves

Re: A walk in the country. *Story Contest Winner*

Postby Jason Toddman » Sun Jul 21, 2013 9:54 am

fungirlkatie wrote:
Suestruggles wrote:Can I donate the handcuffs to Jason Todman.........and the keys to fungirlkatie!

OK I'll just take the name change: "Manic Manacled MILF"


just the keys and not the handcuffs, where's the fun in that

I think they were implying that the fun would be in you keeping me prisoner.
Though I'd probably be fine with that, you might have other priorities for the handcuffs. :quirk:
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Re: A walk in the country. *Story Contest Winner*

Postby silverstreak » Thu Aug 29, 2013 5:38 pm

I know this is way late but great story! :big: