hi, new member amwbound here! whenever i am hiking, i daydream about something like this. it hasn't happened yet, but i can dream can't i?
Hunting
Samantha and I were in a nearby state park surrounding a large water supply lake. When the river that flowed through the valley was dammed to create the lake in the early 1900’s, several small towns were flooded. Some of the buildings and all cemeteries were moved, but the rest was simply submerged under the lake. On the uplands above the waterline, the remains of village roads and abandoned farms were everywhere.
It was a fascinating place to explore! There were hills and woods and fields with great views of the valley below where the lake had been formed. Given its location and the restrictions imposed on its use since it was a watershed, it was not that well used.
That made it perfect for our use!
We were here today to play a game. It was a simple game, one we played many times before, sort of a scavenger hunt with a little twist. The twist was that the person chosen to find the objects was ‘hunted’ by the other person whose goal was to prevent the person looking for the objects from collecting and retrieving them. The pursuer provided the pursued with a map that generally described the area where the objects could be found and details as to what to collect.
The penalty to the pursued for getting caught or not returning with all of the objects was that she became the pursuer’s slave-for-a-day. If the pursued did manage to return, unscathed, with all of the objects, then the pursuer paid the penalty.
I was supposed to find the objects today and Samantha was the pursuer. I have to admit that I did cheat a little bit by ‘peeking’ at the map and list Sam had made up. I also hid a cache of the objects I was to collect. But hey, it’s not cheating unless you get caught, right?
From the start, everything was going my way. With the purloined map aiding me, I quickly collected the necessary stuff and headed back to our rendezvous place. About a half mile from the finish line with all the objects safely tucked into my pack, I passed through a deep rock cut in the trail called the Ledges. I was day-dreaming about the indignities that I would inflict on Sam, when everything changed.
Samantha must have been hidden in a fold of the massive rock structure because suddenly she was there! She brought me down in a flurry of dust! We rolled once or twice with Samantha ending up on top of me. It was like a gazelle captured by a lioness, me being the gazelle! Once she had me, I was a goner!
Using her martial arts skills and leveraging her weight advantage she countered my every move to get free. In the end, she wore me down and I, exhausted, gave in. Sitting astride my chest her hands pinning my arms to the ground she offered a Cheshire cat smile.
“Did you think I wouldn’t know that you found the map?†I spluttered and stuttered some lame denial to which she didn’t even bother to respond.
“You didn’t even know I was right behind you when you marked your trail and hid all that stuff!†I blushed red at the utter amateurishness of my attempt to beat her and the game! What a dope I was…and I had lost again because of it!
She got off me and told me to roll onto my stomach and place my arms behind my back. There was no use in resisting; I’d only get further manhandled! Here we go, I thought, apprehensive and, at the same time, excited!
She startled me by binding my wrists, palm to palm, with a cable tie. This was something new! She had never used them on me before and I was surprised at how secure the simple plastic strip was; no picking knots to escape this time!
She hopped up, and pulled me into a sitting position. I watched fascinated as she took a bundle of different size ties out of her pack, separated them into different lengths, some two foot long or so, and began to apply them to my ankles, above and below my knees and even the top of my thighs. She moved behind me and I felt her lift my arms away from my body and squeeze my elbows together. I heard the zip of the tie and felt the compression as she tightened the tie so that the inside of my arms touched from wrist to elbow. She tightened several ties along the length of my forearms and then used the very long ties to pin my arms to my body above and below my breasts and at my waist. She even used small ties to fasten my fingers together!
I sat quietly and watched as she rustled through her pack, wondering, what next!
Next was the gag! It was a large whiffle ball through which a strap had been threaded. She wedged it into my mouth and strapped it tight. When I say large, it had to be at least 2-1/2 inches around! The ball had holes in it to let in air, but it was hard and unforgiving and it stretched my mouth to its limit.
After snugging up the gag strap, she stood and looked down at me. She had an expression on her face that I knew meant she was into this and I felt my butterflies take flight! Even though I had lost the game, I did love being tied up so did I really lose?
She smiled. “How’s that…for starters?†About the only that I could move were my eyebrows and eyelids so I couldn’t really respond, but I was thinking, for starters?
Samantha pulled me to my feet. She bent and tucked her shoulder into my belly and hoisted my 120 pounds over her shoulder like I weighed nothing. She headed off the main trail into the woods.
After several minutes of bush whacking along a faint trace of a trail with me bouncing on her shoulder, we broke out into a small clearing that overlooked the lake. She deposited me roughly onto the pine needle covered ground. It was actually a beautiful spot; there was a fire pit near the edge of the bluff and a tent pad back near the tree line and the view of the shimmering lake was breathtaking! It was a lovely place to be, but I was absolutely positive Samantha planned to make my stay here very uncomfortable!
She wasted no time in further immobilizing me.
Pushing my knees against my chest and my ankles tight to my thighs, she used rope to pull me into a tight ball. I had been elbow tied before and ball tied as well, but never elbow tied and ball tied at the same time. I am pretty flexible so she was able to get me into a pretty tight position, but I could feel the strain everywhere.
“Sweet, huh? Not that many people know about this place. Oh, and did I tell you I got a camping permit for the weekend?†The weekend? She started to get up. “OK! I have to go back nd get our packs and then to the truck and get the camping gear. You should be OK. Just keep quiet if anyone should come by!â€
I began to protest, but she knelt and clamped her hand tightly over the ball muffling my pleas.
“Now don’t get all indignant, Sweetie! You did cheat and got caught. And it was you that made the rule that if someone cheated, they were totally under the other’s control for however long! You do remember that, right?â€
Damn it, I did, but I didn’t think I would be the one to get caught! I quieted down.
“Right!†She stood and brushed herself off. “I won’t be long…or maybe I’ll take the long way ’round! Whatever! I’m sure you will still be here when I get back.†I watched as she disappeared into the pucker brush.
I struggled a bit to test the bondage, but it was apparent immediately that escape was not possible.
I knew it was going to be a long weekend and I also knew that I would absolutely love it!