Postby lasse672000 » Tue Jun 07, 2011 5:55 am
A couple of hours later, she and her boyfriend, whom she just recently found out was called Wyatt, went in the forest. He tied a rope around her waist, trapping her hands in front of her. He used one of the loose ends as kind of a tow rope. It was at that point, she asked: “Could you blindfold me, please? I’d like to experience the surroundings with my ears and nose only, today.â€He smiled, but wrapped her head in a bandage, and then they were off.
As she couldn’t see, and her knees where tied together, he chose to walk where the ground was relatively free of fallen trees and boulders.
After having silently walked, or in her case hobbled, for a while, they sat down on a fallen tree trunk. She took a deep breath and in an astonished voice blurted out:†I never knew the forest was so filled with sounds and smells?â€
Instead of answering, Wyatt took her in his arms and, gently, laid her on the ground. Then he lay down beside her. For a minute or two, he didn’t do anything, just looked at her. Then, he gently started caressing her face. When his fingertips were over her mouth, he could feel her kissing them. He let her do so and then he slowly and gently let them work their way down her body to her hips and in between her thighs. As he did so, they kissed each other. All the time she was moaning with pleasure.
That night, she laid, only wearing only her panties and a t-shirt that had been cut off just below the sleeves, leaving most of the sides bare and vulnerable, arms and legs spread apart and tied to the frame of her bed. Still blindfolded, as she had been most of the day, she wondered what was going to happen now. The answer came in the form of a feather-duster gently being stroked all over the soles of her feet. She started giggling, begging him to stop, but the feather kept on going. It went up and down her legs inside and out. It went up and down her sides and stomach and under her t-shirt. It tickled her neck, ears and face. All of this was done several times over.
Before long they were both glad, they were in a cabin, far away from everybody else. She screamed at the top of her lungs from laughter, tears streaming down her cheeks. He went on, relentlessly tickling her with the duster, and didn’t stop until she said, she needed to use the bathroom, and she needed to go NOW. She was still chuckling, when she came back and laid down on the bed, for him to tie her to it.
The next morning, before Wyatt tied her hands, she said she wanted him to tie them behind her back and, after breakfast, to gag her too.
After they had finished eating, he gagged her with a cloth. Then he used panel gag to hold it in place. It had lots of tiny holes in it to let the air circulate. He also tied a rope around her waist, trapping her arms behind her. They went for a walk, along what she presumed was the same trail as the day before. He took her to a tree trunk that had been broken. Probably during a storm, she guessed.
“This must be where he brought me yesterday,†she thought. As then, he started caressing her face and body, and they, once again, ended up cuddling on the ground. Well, he did the cuddling, she just enjoyed it.
When they came back to the cabin, he tied her hands, chest, waist and feet to the pole in the middle of the lawn and went inside. Shortly thereafter, he came back out, carrying a blanket, and wearing only the smallest pair of bathing trunks. They were so small; they almost seemed to burst at the seams. He spread the blanket out on the ground, and lay down. He looked up at her and said; “I hope you’re not too hot? I could get you a hat or something, if you want to?â€
‘Ha, ha! Very funny,’ she thought. ‘How am I supposed to answer? I’m gagged. Remember?’ She tried to get some revenge, by first shaking her head, and then nodding. To her disappointment, he understood her right away, and went go get her a hat. When he came back, he had a cap in one hand, and a big glass of ice chilled water and a straw in the other. He opened a little flap in the gag, and put the straw inside. That way, she could drink the water, without having to take it off.
When she had drunk all the water, Wyatt took some ice cubes, or what was left of them, and put them between the leotard and her back. The shock made her scream through the gag and snort. Undeterred of the noises she made, he gingerly poured the rest of the cubes down the front of her leotard, between her breasts, the fabric and her body. Though quite nice, the shock almost made her wet herself. Wyatt only stood there.
He went in a couple of times to get some more ice cubes, and water, in the hours they spent basking in the sun. It was always the same procedure, she drank the water and he poured the ice cubes inside her clothes.
When they came in after having spent a couple of hours in the sun, he took something from a drawer and said:â€Look what I found! If you wear these when you use the toilet or take a shower, your hands will be free, but still useless. You will still be dependent on me, to do whatever you have to do in there.†In his hand, he held what looked like two oval-ish shaped pieces of leather. One side was thick and the other was soft. On the top, there was a draw-string. You could open it up and put your hand in it, so that way it was more like a pouch. He put one of her hands in one of the pouches, and pulled the string. Now she could move her hand, but she couldn’t grab anything. “They're supposed to be water-proof, but I thought we’d test that claim tomorrow, when I hose you down.â€
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