continued from part 2..
We usually have a game of 'drop me off in a carpark in a dress or some kind of awkward femme attire' She loves it. Probably because I give her my credit card for the duration, but also because we're friends and she genuinely gets my need for humiliation and loss of control.
We usually do this in a large park (in fact, the one mentioned in this post is a favoured) so I have to either hide for a while, usually uncomfortably long enough for me to wish I hadn't started the game, or walk across the park to meet her at prearranged location, which is no better.
All the time in a dress or something girly. The more girly and ridiculous, the shorter the time she leaves me, usually as actually getting caught is something that neither of us really want
She drags me by my collar out through the door to the garage and unlocks the car.
Get in, she says.
I'm still in cuffs and I look pleadingly at her.
Nope, you're noting to get to wear a coat today. And you an ride in cuffs. If you're not careful, I'll hogtie you in the boot.
I get in the passenger seat. It's kinda hard with my ankles cuffed, but I slide in. She puts my seatbelt on, starts the car, opens the remote control garage door and we're off.
OMG.
It's broad daylight, week day, people are about doing their thing. I'm handcuffed in the passenger seat of a BMW wearing a dress and collar.
She takes the long way round, of course, driving through the town. She's dressed in leather and I'm sat passively - people double take as we drive by, but they only get a glimpse before we're gone.
I'm petrified, cuffed as I am.
Eventually, we pull up in the carpark to a large woods. There's no-one else there at the moment, which is good - so I'm expecting the usual string me along and drive off without me affair. She gets out of the car and walks around to my door. She opens the door and unbuckles the seatbelt, something I would have had difficulty with with my hands cuffed.
Come on, pervert, get out - this is going to be fun. I oblige, she shuts the door and locks the car. I'm well and truly exposed now if anyone comes. She unlocks one of my handcuffs, but quickly twists my other wrist behind my back and cuffs them. Now I'm really confused, she normally sends me on my way at this point.
She takes hold of the chain that is attached to my collar and starts dragging me away from the car. I have no choice but to follow in small shuffling steps because of the ankle cuffs. We walk down a path into the woods for a few minutes and then she pushes through a narrow gap in the thick bushes and we step out into a small clearing.
She walks me, shuffling, to the middle of the clearing - it's not large, maybe 100 ft across - but its totally clear of trees except for one medium sized one in the centre. She quickly locks the end of the chain to the lone tree. I'm trapped.
I left the key back in the car, kinky girly boy, so you'll just have to wait here. I'll be back, probably. I might have a little me time in the car though. Might even have a nap. Enjoy your little mind fuck.
She kisses me on each cheek and grabs my crotch, and softly starts grinding on me. It's maddeningly arousing. The licks her finger and rubs it across my lips. Then she turns and walks off and doesn't even look back, leaving me chained to the tree.
A round trip for her back to the car will take at least 10 minutes, assuming she goes straight there and comes straight back.
Holy crap - usually I am free to run away, hide, skip, walk and do what I like - this is totally different. I'm totally on display. I can't really see through the thick trees at the edge of the clearing, so I don't know if anyone is there or not. It's the middle of the day and it's pretty quiet with no-one around int he carpark, but man, my hard is spinning.
The chain is around 3 metres long, so I can move out a little way, but am quickly brought to a stop by my collar. I'm really well and truly stuck. I hope she comes back soon! My hands are frustratingly cuffed out of the way behind my back, but it wouldn't matter, the collar is locked on and the tree is as thick as a telegraph pole, so there's no getting out.
My mind is playing tricks on me and every little noise is amplified as someone coming. To the left, so I duck behind the tree to hide. It's useless as the tree is not big enough to hide me and in any case, I have a flared pinafore and pink t-shirt with puffy sleeves, knee socks and pink boots. Dammit!! I realise how clever she has been, I'm starting to feel helpless, like a slavegirl at a market, like the cheap slut that I want to be. I fantasise about being caught, so she's put me in the situation where my mind runs wild.
I struggle against the chain, my cuffs, anything to try to get free, but nothing gives. It wouldn't, I bought all of it to be tough and inescapable. Shit.
In my struggling, the skirt of my dress has become hitched up and is exposing my pink silky knickers. Fuck, could this get worse? I try to reach around with my hands, but it's stuck on something.
Then, footsteps, clear as day. Cracking through the undergrowth. I stagger around the tree to try to hide. I hear them, closer. Its useless, I have to look.
There she is, standing looking at me, hands on her hips.
Well well, if it's not poor little shit scared sissy pants. Miss me?
She walks over to me and bails me up against the tree.
Anyone come by and molest you, pervert? Bet you'd like that wouldn't you?
She smoothes down my skirt and unlocks the chain from the tree and walks me out of the clearing.
continued in part 4
Tuesday, June 2, 2015
Tuesday, May 26, 2015
A little help from my friends - part two
continued from part 1..
She cracks another one over my backside.
Come up, get up - I don't have all day and I want my fun too, she says
I stand up and she unlocks my cuffs, leg irons and unlocks the padlock on the chain and collar holding me to the radiator.
We'll keep this collar on for now, she says with a wink. Now, get dressed, sissy...this is all for your benefit.
She walks to the corner of the room and crosses her arms and looks on expectantly.
I walk over to the pile of clothes, looking despairingly at the locked holdall containing the other outfits - not that they would be much use really - and my male clothes.
Well, come on, she says, cracking the crop against her leather clad legs.
I slide the pink satin kickers on and pop on the padded bra, the push up giving me a little cleavage.
Next, socks, then the pink t-shirt before finally stepping into the pinafore dress and buttoning up the sides and hooking the straps over my shoulders and onto the little metal buttons. I put on the baby pink Doc Martens and lace them up loosely like a teenage girl would.
Oh boy..
My friend looks at me for a minute. You look adorable. Just like a teenager. Only a sissy male version.
I have to agree. I'm slim built, but still without any wig or makeup, I'm just a bloke in a dress.
She points to the chain and padlocks and cuffs on the floor.
Pick those up and bring them to me.
She reattaches the chain to the collar, locks my legs and cuffs my hands in front.
Dragging me by the chain, we head into the dining room - she motions for me to sit at the table. She's spread out her makeup.
I didn't agree to this! I cry
You're not in a position to disagree with anything, sissy. She laughs. Want to go home - go on, off you go..!
Of course there's nothing I can do. Dammit. But this is exactly what I need and she knows it.
Right, hands on the table.
She paints my nails a lovely shimmering pink. Next foundation, then eyes - she does a great job actually - they look very femme. More makeup - blusher and lipstick. Finally she fetches a brown short-ish bob wig.
She drags me over to a full length mirror in the hallway. I look 1/2 decent. Better - I actually look pretty girly.
She pulls me close by the chain. Because you're not just a bloke in a dress, we're going to do this differently! I think you're ready for a proper challenge.
Whaaaat? What do you mean? We agreed - the car park at the woods. You'd leave me there for a couple of hours!
Oh little pervert, you can do better that that! I think we'll start there and work up to this challenge. You're going to love it!
Continued in part 3...
She cracks another one over my backside.
Come up, get up - I don't have all day and I want my fun too, she says
I stand up and she unlocks my cuffs, leg irons and unlocks the padlock on the chain and collar holding me to the radiator.
We'll keep this collar on for now, she says with a wink. Now, get dressed, sissy...this is all for your benefit.
She walks to the corner of the room and crosses her arms and looks on expectantly.
I walk over to the pile of clothes, looking despairingly at the locked holdall containing the other outfits - not that they would be much use really - and my male clothes.
Well, come on, she says, cracking the crop against her leather clad legs.
I slide the pink satin kickers on and pop on the padded bra, the push up giving me a little cleavage.
Next, socks, then the pink t-shirt before finally stepping into the pinafore dress and buttoning up the sides and hooking the straps over my shoulders and onto the little metal buttons. I put on the baby pink Doc Martens and lace them up loosely like a teenage girl would.
Oh boy..
My friend looks at me for a minute. You look adorable. Just like a teenager. Only a sissy male version.
I have to agree. I'm slim built, but still without any wig or makeup, I'm just a bloke in a dress.
She points to the chain and padlocks and cuffs on the floor.
Pick those up and bring them to me.
She reattaches the chain to the collar, locks my legs and cuffs my hands in front.
Dragging me by the chain, we head into the dining room - she motions for me to sit at the table. She's spread out her makeup.
I didn't agree to this! I cry
You're not in a position to disagree with anything, sissy. She laughs. Want to go home - go on, off you go..!
Of course there's nothing I can do. Dammit. But this is exactly what I need and she knows it.
Right, hands on the table.
She paints my nails a lovely shimmering pink. Next foundation, then eyes - she does a great job actually - they look very femme. More makeup - blusher and lipstick. Finally she fetches a brown short-ish bob wig.
She drags me over to a full length mirror in the hallway. I look 1/2 decent. Better - I actually look pretty girly.
She pulls me close by the chain. Because you're not just a bloke in a dress, we're going to do this differently! I think you're ready for a proper challenge.
Whaaaat? What do you mean? We agreed - the car park at the woods. You'd leave me there for a couple of hours!
Oh little pervert, you can do better that that! I think we'll start there and work up to this challenge. You're going to love it!
Continued in part 3...
Monday, May 25, 2015
A little help from my friends - part one
I have a close friend who knows about my secret fantasies. We've been friends for years ever since we played a game of drunk truth or dare at uni.
We could have been married we were that close - we certainly shared some very intimate moments, but somehow it never really happened. Maybe it's my kink that held her back - maybe it held me back, but we remained very close and she was happy to indulge her dominant streak on me from time to time.
One fantasy I have is to be abandoned in a carpark whilst dressed up. I've done this to myself as you know, but there's an extra element OMFG if there is actually no way out of the game. To be totally left to my own devices with no control. What a buzz.
She loved the idea of course, and immediately started planning my discomfort.
It starts at her house. Her rules.
I'm to bring a holdall, some luggage locks (no keys) and 3 black sacks with 3 different girly outfits. She'll check and she'll be mad if I skimp and pack girls jeans.
I'm also to pack my bondage gear - handcuffs, leg irons, chains, pink leather collar, padlocks (with keys)
In the 3 bags I pack:
1. A blue denim pinafore mini dress, pink t-shirt with a sparkly heart logo on the front, white lace knee socks and pink Dr Marten boots. Complete with matching pink bra and knickers of course.
2. A long floor length denim skirt, striped t-shirt and pink socks and mary-janes - bra but this time some pink plastic locking underwear just because.
3. And lastly a knee-length floral summer dress with large net petticoat, cardigan and some tan wedges. Underwear is another matching set - pastel yellow satin.
So pretty girly then.
I arrive at her house, she's clad in a calf length leather dress and wearing very high heels. She pulls me close and kisses me hard and full on my lips and grabs my crotch on the way in.
We're going to have fun today, pervert, she says.
Once inside, she has me unpack the 3 black sacks, strip naked and with a swish of the crop across my thigh has me place my male clothes in the large empty holdall.
She secures a collar around my neck and padlocks it closed. She locks a long chain onto the collar and hands me another padlock. Lock yourself to the radiator over there, sweetie, she says, pointing across the room. Oh, wait - you'd better lock these on too, she says, handing me the cuffs and leg irons.
I walk over to the the sturdy iron radiator and lock the chain to one of the large pipes. I'm now stuck. The chain is only long enough for me to move a few metres.
She folds her arms. Cuffs? she says, eyebrows raised.
I lock on the leg cuffs and secure the handcuffs behind my back.
So what do we have here? A little thrill seeking pervert, thats what! Led here by his balls, caught by his neck, cuffed like a criminal.
She moves the sacks around on the floor, at her feet.
So which one is to going to be, sissy boy?
She mixes the bags round and round so I have no idea what one contains what clothes.
Come on, pick one!
The middle one!
Are you sure? she asks - you wouldn't want to pick a girly sissy outfit and be stuck outside, would you?
The middle one, I whisper.
Okay, she says. I'm just going to put the other bags in the holdall and lock it, I hope you don't mind.. Of course, you can just come over and stop me any time...
She picks up the two unselected black sacks and places them in the bag..
You can stop me at any time, she teases. She wants me to try to get to her. I oblige. It's futile, of course, the chain is about a metre too short. I strain against it, it's what she wants. It's what i want.
Oh well, I take it you are happy with this game then, she said and zips up the bag and clicks a lock through the zipper and snaps it shut. The locks that the keys are sitting on my kitchen bench.
Fuck.
She laughs. So, pervert, we are going to have fun today! She picks up the remaining bag and empties it out. Denim dress, pink boots. OMG. This is going to be awkward.
So - looks like you're going to be a really girly girl today then..
She struts over, her heels clicking on the floor. I'm standing, chain dangling, hands and feet cuffed.
On your knees, bitch, she says and pushes me hard down. I fall onto my knees, the chains rattling.
Lick my shoes
I go to bend down to lick her shoes but am brought up short by the collar and chain. I wriggle onto my belly, reaching out for the shiny patent leather with my tongue, but she moves them just out of reach.
Then, out of nowhere, she brings the crop down hard - flashing across my exposed buttocks.
Come on, pervert, it's time to get dressed and go for a little drive.
Continued in part 2
We could have been married we were that close - we certainly shared some very intimate moments, but somehow it never really happened. Maybe it's my kink that held her back - maybe it held me back, but we remained very close and she was happy to indulge her dominant streak on me from time to time.
One fantasy I have is to be abandoned in a carpark whilst dressed up. I've done this to myself as you know, but there's an extra element OMFG if there is actually no way out of the game. To be totally left to my own devices with no control. What a buzz.
She loved the idea of course, and immediately started planning my discomfort.
It starts at her house. Her rules.
I'm to bring a holdall, some luggage locks (no keys) and 3 black sacks with 3 different girly outfits. She'll check and she'll be mad if I skimp and pack girls jeans.
I'm also to pack my bondage gear - handcuffs, leg irons, chains, pink leather collar, padlocks (with keys)
In the 3 bags I pack:
1. A blue denim pinafore mini dress, pink t-shirt with a sparkly heart logo on the front, white lace knee socks and pink Dr Marten boots. Complete with matching pink bra and knickers of course.
2. A long floor length denim skirt, striped t-shirt and pink socks and mary-janes - bra but this time some pink plastic locking underwear just because.
3. And lastly a knee-length floral summer dress with large net petticoat, cardigan and some tan wedges. Underwear is another matching set - pastel yellow satin.
So pretty girly then.
I arrive at her house, she's clad in a calf length leather dress and wearing very high heels. She pulls me close and kisses me hard and full on my lips and grabs my crotch on the way in.
We're going to have fun today, pervert, she says.
Once inside, she has me unpack the 3 black sacks, strip naked and with a swish of the crop across my thigh has me place my male clothes in the large empty holdall.
She secures a collar around my neck and padlocks it closed. She locks a long chain onto the collar and hands me another padlock. Lock yourself to the radiator over there, sweetie, she says, pointing across the room. Oh, wait - you'd better lock these on too, she says, handing me the cuffs and leg irons.
I walk over to the the sturdy iron radiator and lock the chain to one of the large pipes. I'm now stuck. The chain is only long enough for me to move a few metres.
She folds her arms. Cuffs? she says, eyebrows raised.
I lock on the leg cuffs and secure the handcuffs behind my back.
So what do we have here? A little thrill seeking pervert, thats what! Led here by his balls, caught by his neck, cuffed like a criminal.
She moves the sacks around on the floor, at her feet.
So which one is to going to be, sissy boy?
She mixes the bags round and round so I have no idea what one contains what clothes.
Come on, pick one!
The middle one!
Are you sure? she asks - you wouldn't want to pick a girly sissy outfit and be stuck outside, would you?
The middle one, I whisper.
Okay, she says. I'm just going to put the other bags in the holdall and lock it, I hope you don't mind.. Of course, you can just come over and stop me any time...
She picks up the two unselected black sacks and places them in the bag..
You can stop me at any time, she teases. She wants me to try to get to her. I oblige. It's futile, of course, the chain is about a metre too short. I strain against it, it's what she wants. It's what i want.
Oh well, I take it you are happy with this game then, she said and zips up the bag and clicks a lock through the zipper and snaps it shut. The locks that the keys are sitting on my kitchen bench.
Fuck.
She laughs. So, pervert, we are going to have fun today! She picks up the remaining bag and empties it out. Denim dress, pink boots. OMG. This is going to be awkward.
So - looks like you're going to be a really girly girl today then..
She struts over, her heels clicking on the floor. I'm standing, chain dangling, hands and feet cuffed.
On your knees, bitch, she says and pushes me hard down. I fall onto my knees, the chains rattling.
Lick my shoes
I go to bend down to lick her shoes but am brought up short by the collar and chain. I wriggle onto my belly, reaching out for the shiny patent leather with my tongue, but she moves them just out of reach.
Then, out of nowhere, she brings the crop down hard - flashing across my exposed buttocks.
Come on, pervert, it's time to get dressed and go for a little drive.
Continued in part 2
Saturday, March 14, 2015
yellow bridesmaid
My girlfriend when I was in uni was sort of tolerant of me dressing up. I was skinny and cute back then too, so she had a bit of fun dressing me up and making me over a few times.
In the holidays she left a load of her dresses round at my house, so whilst the cat was away, the mice certainly played.
She had this lovely pale lemon coloured 80's bridesmaid dress (which was where the whole bridesmaid thing started for me) that was hanging up in my wardrobe that was extremely tempting. Too tempting!
I actually took a bunch of photos of me dressed up - which was pretty brave given that everything was film back then. I remembered to scan a few of them before I chucked the originals away.
This dress was awesome - a really lovely light yellow satin taffeta with a nice big bow at the back. The large puffy sleeves were lined with netting too, which kept them big and puffed out. Bodice was boned and well shaped and had a lovely basque waist. There was a lovely 4 layer net petticoat which was stiff and pouffy. Just about perfect.
Anyway, plenty of adventures in that dress. I usually waited until it was late before driving out in my car - in hindsight, you can see a lot inside a dark car at night in a big city. Ah well - it's not as if anything happened.
I used to drive out to wedding shops, park outside and look longingly in at the huge dresses of the early 90's. I used to dream of being accidentally locked in a big wedding dress shop naked....you can imagine the rest.
I once walked around the university like this - actually this photo might have been the day I did it. I waited until it was late 2 or 3am, it was the summer holidays so no students about - those days the campus was open and there were only a few cameras about - I'd imagine they were pretty crappy quality too. I parked up and just wandered about the huge campus. Over quads, past the library, outside the union, by the bars - everywhere. It was such a good feeling that I forget about the time and it started to get light as it does in Europe. I was suddenly aware of being dressed exactly as you see about but on the wrong side of the campus and it was dawn.
I had to hustle on, cutting through the large campus, dress billowing up behind me like Scarlet O'Hara in gone with the wind. High heels clacking - I was really worried that I would get spotted. I might have been for all I know..
I got back to the car as the campus security patrol car came into the carpark, I nonchalantly started the car and drove off...leaving them wondering...well, I don't know, I didn't hang about.
I then realised I had to drive through the city just as regular life was starting up for the day... The sun was up and I had a problem! And then should I survive the car journey, I had to get back into the house dressed up like a prom queen.
What had I done?!
This theme of being forced out into the open in dresses and the thrill of being maybe seen/caught has never left me..
Thursday, March 12, 2015
Pink Bridesmaid challenge
Remember I told you about my pink taffeta bridesmaid dress?
I wore it with huge petticoats and usually made myself up to the nines. It rustled like nothing else - it was awesome - 80's prom queen.
Not exactly subtle, but that wasn't the point!
One night, I was all alone in the house and I had 'bright' idea. I dressed up, tight lacing corset first, stockings (of course) - makeup, wig, high heels, girly jewellery - the lot.
I lived in a very small country village at the time, so I thought bit of late night enforced walking would be in order.
I left handcuff keys and spare car keys in the garden, took the cuffs with me and drove out. I parked the car in a deserted back lane a fair walk - maybe a mile - from my house. It was 1am and I was still nervous of being caught - this was my neighbourhood and I knew most people.
The desire for the humiliation of a forced cross dressing 80's prom queen adventure got the better of me and I grabbed the cuffs, quickly locked the keys in the car and before I could back out, cuffed my wrists behind my back.
I now had to walk down pitch dark lanes, past village houses and back to my house to get the keys dressed up in a pink bridesmaid dress, heels with my hands handcuffed behind my back. I'd then have to walk back to the car, having unlocked my cuffs so I could get the front door keys and drive it back.
I stood there, the wind was blowing and my dress was billowing nosily around my legs - the net of the many petticoat layers frothing about and I wondered if I gone too far. It was a bit late for that - I was well and truly stuck.
I started to walk, heels clacking on the road, terrified of a car coming. I stopped every few minutes to listen out for cars or people, but everything was so quiet. I kept on walking, past the houses of people I knew, their houses dark at this time of night, but even so, a very odd experience. Further and further into the village - in some ways with more places to hide should someone come, but in other ways, more risk. I had no choice in the matter and on I went.
Suddenly, a faint noise in the distance. A car. Now this very small village is criss crossed with lots of roads and I couldn't tell which direction it was yet. I was aware that running would be a very bad idea as I was corseted, in a massive heavy dress with a dozen layers, wearing high heels and hands cuffed. I was frozen to the spot, right out in the open, trying to work it out - do I hide, or carry on?
I chose to hide, picking a big house with a long drive to get off the road. I hoped the car wasn't coming in here! I stood behind a tree for ages, waiting but it was a false alarm, the car made its way off to wherever it was going and did not pass.
I was nearing home - I tottered down a steep hill and then into the driveway. I fetched the kets, relieved to be out of the cuffs.
But now I had to walk back to the car again to get the car open, the front door keys and drive myself home.
I put the spare car key into the bra pocket of the corset, clinging tightly to the handcuff key, I locked them back on just for fun, in the front this time, and walked back to the car, just enjoying the feeling of freedom from being outside in a big dress and the kink of being cuffed.
I wore it with huge petticoats and usually made myself up to the nines. It rustled like nothing else - it was awesome - 80's prom queen.
Not exactly subtle, but that wasn't the point!
One night, I was all alone in the house and I had 'bright' idea. I dressed up, tight lacing corset first, stockings (of course) - makeup, wig, high heels, girly jewellery - the lot.
I lived in a very small country village at the time, so I thought bit of late night enforced walking would be in order.
I left handcuff keys and spare car keys in the garden, took the cuffs with me and drove out. I parked the car in a deserted back lane a fair walk - maybe a mile - from my house. It was 1am and I was still nervous of being caught - this was my neighbourhood and I knew most people.
The desire for the humiliation of a forced cross dressing 80's prom queen adventure got the better of me and I grabbed the cuffs, quickly locked the keys in the car and before I could back out, cuffed my wrists behind my back.
I now had to walk down pitch dark lanes, past village houses and back to my house to get the keys dressed up in a pink bridesmaid dress, heels with my hands handcuffed behind my back. I'd then have to walk back to the car, having unlocked my cuffs so I could get the front door keys and drive it back.
I stood there, the wind was blowing and my dress was billowing nosily around my legs - the net of the many petticoat layers frothing about and I wondered if I gone too far. It was a bit late for that - I was well and truly stuck.
I started to walk, heels clacking on the road, terrified of a car coming. I stopped every few minutes to listen out for cars or people, but everything was so quiet. I kept on walking, past the houses of people I knew, their houses dark at this time of night, but even so, a very odd experience. Further and further into the village - in some ways with more places to hide should someone come, but in other ways, more risk. I had no choice in the matter and on I went.
Suddenly, a faint noise in the distance. A car. Now this very small village is criss crossed with lots of roads and I couldn't tell which direction it was yet. I was aware that running would be a very bad idea as I was corseted, in a massive heavy dress with a dozen layers, wearing high heels and hands cuffed. I was frozen to the spot, right out in the open, trying to work it out - do I hide, or carry on?
I chose to hide, picking a big house with a long drive to get off the road. I hoped the car wasn't coming in here! I stood behind a tree for ages, waiting but it was a false alarm, the car made its way off to wherever it was going and did not pass.
I was nearing home - I tottered down a steep hill and then into the driveway. I fetched the kets, relieved to be out of the cuffs.
But now I had to walk back to the car again to get the car open, the front door keys and drive myself home.
I put the spare car key into the bra pocket of the corset, clinging tightly to the handcuff key, I locked them back on just for fun, in the front this time, and walked back to the car, just enjoying the feeling of freedom from being outside in a big dress and the kink of being cuffed.
Saturday, February 21, 2015
Sting
Once again, its self bondage cross dress jeopardy time, with a dose of humiliation.
I string a long rope across the width of my wide double garage, about 15 metres wide, the top pulled tight at about waist height with the ends tied up tight and out of reach at each end. At one end, the end of the rope is slightly higher, you'll see why in a minute.
At the far end, I tie a set of handcuff keys to a rafter, having them dangle down to just about waist height. They are tied with cord and the rope well knotted over and over. Again, you'll see why in a minute.
Along the rope I tie on freshly picked stinging nettles. A bunch about the size of a large bouquet of flowers every 50cm, which means there are about 30 bunches along the rope. They're tied securely and not coming off.
Right at the end, where the rope rises, I tie off the rest of the nettles, maybe 4 or 5 bouquet sizes in massive leafy cluster.
I wonder if you can see my plan now?
The plan is to lock myself up so I have to walk straddling the nettle clad rope with totally vulnerable lower half to get to the keys at the other end.
To matters more interesting (as if they're already no interesting enough), the garage door opens with a remote - I place a simple mechanism over the remote - a bottle of water suspended up high from a rafter connected to a weight over a small pulley. The weight hangs over the garage remote control fob on the workbench. If the weight were to drop, it would hit the button and open the garage door.
I tap a small hole into the bottle and run a thin tube out about 10 cm and place a bucket under it. I clamp the tube over with a clothes peg and run a long piece of cord out from it.
Once the peg is unclipped, the water will drip out over a period of about 5 minutes, then the weight will slowly drop until it opens the garage door and exposes me to the street if I'm not free of the cuffs in time.
I have a pair of handcuffs, some leg irons, some chain and padlocks and, of course, some clothes to hand.
I strip off, apply nipple clamps and give them a good hard twist tight, pop the push up bra on for good measure and then dress in my short blue PVC alice dress (again) - complete with flouncy petticoats. I zip it up and lock to the pink leather collar as per previous adventures. The dress is not coming off until I get to those padlock keys, which incidentally are outside in the garden.
I wear no underwear this time though! See my plan?
I strap on some very high heels, which brings the rope to just about crotch height. I won't be able to remove them unless I unto the ankle straps.
I straddle the rope which is still pretty high despite the heels and comes up under my balls, reach down and lock on the leg cuffs. I'm effectively committed at this point as I can't get off the nettled rope, which is tied off well out of reach, and the keys are tied up at the other end. Although I really can't get out, I'm just not vulnerable enough. With hands, I could untie the nettles to stop them stinging me, stop the garage remote, and do all sorts of things to back out of this game.
But as you know, I'm not a backing out of things person. I crave this humiliation and it's going to happen.
I lock the chain tight around my waist, padlocking the handcuffs to the chain. I tie the cord that leads to the clothes peg on the bottle to a link in the front of the chain around my waist. It's round the front so I won't be able to untie it with my hands cuffed behind. When I start walking down the rope, it'll pull the clip away and start the drip timer.
I can hardly believe I'm doing this, but I bring the cuffs together behind me and with 2 sets of ratchety clicks - it's done, I'm locked in and going nowhere until I get to the other end of the garage,, knowing that as soon as I move, the timer starts and I have no choice but to get going and face the nettles which will savage my inner thighs, bottom, balls and that whole area.
I stand there in limbo, knowing I have to do this. I inch forward, the first nettles just in front of me - they're the nastiest stingy ones I could find too. As I move, the cord tightens and I know this will be it.
One more step and 'clack' - the peg comes off the tube and I have only a few minutes to do this. I'm moving slowly on my high heels - the rope wedged under me - my erect cock and balls leading the way. I twist, but it makes no difference - I have to cross the nettles. It's awful - a thousand tiny barbs jab into my balls and inner thighs, arsehole and all over my bottom.
OMG I should have tested this a little first - it's very painful. I inch over the first bunch of nettles and shuffle in my stilettos to the next one, only a few steps away. Time is ticking and I'm going to need most of it to untie the cuff key at the far end.
I have to carry on - another bunch - oh man, it stings, my poor cock and balls are on fire! The nettles penetrate my exposed lower half and my hands are helplessly locked away at my waist. I try to reach down, but it's not helping - if anything it forces more of the nettles into my exposed genitals and bottom.
Further and further down the rope, more stings - it's unbearable, I'm on fire - but I have no choice - I must get to the end. My feet are on fire from the high heels too.
At last, the final bunch. The rope rises slightly and it wedges hard under my bottom and though my crack. I have to stand right over the massive bunch, which is arranged up a few feet over the rope and dangles down to the floor, in order to get the keys. I glance back to the timer before making the final move and see the weight is dropping low already. Holy crap!
I push forward into the final bunch, which stings me everywhere - ankles, knees, inner thighs, all over my exposed arsehole, bottom, cock and balls and also starts brushing up into my waistline and up under the petticoat. Fuck!
I grab the dangling key, which is just too high up to be able to use without untying it from the cord and start working the knots. I'd knotted the crap out of the thing and each one takes agonising seconds. I'm looking back all the time to the timer device whilst I am working my hands - it's getting perilously close the garage remote fob, maybe only 1 or 2 cm to go. I work faster, but the key is still tied on.
At last, it comes loose and I pop the handcuffs open. I'm still standing in the huge nettle bunch, so I shuffle away, my whole lower half on fire so I can get to the leg cuffs. I get one and then hear a clunk. The door starts to rise with a whirr. The garage lights are on and it's daylight outside, so I need to be really quick! I unstraddle the rope and run, the leg cuffs still attached, to the remote. By the time I get there - it's only 15 metres away - the door is more than half open and I'm in serious danger of someone seeing me. I prod the remote and the door stops. There are agonising seconds before it will lower again. Then I'm safe.
Did anyone see me? OMG!
My entire lower half is on fire, especially my poor inner thighs and balls. I reach down and unlock the other leg cuff. I pull up the puffy skirts and look down for the first time - I'm covered in welts and weals from the nettles. Its still burning and I don't know how long it's going to last. Theres not much I can do about it though!
What next? I am tempted by another go on the rope, but the nettles are looking a little sorry for themselves, and besides, I know I can do it now, so it's not so much fun.
I have an idea though - I grab a pair of thick plastic pants and the locking frilly plastic lined knickers - I pull on my gardening gloves and stuff the thick pants full of nettles - as much as I can get in there. They are quite tight fitting, so this will be fun.
I quickly put them on - my arse is once again on fire - the nettles pricking into all the soft flesh it can find. I pull up the locking knickers and click the padlock shut. They're not coming off without the keys which are in the garden along with the keys to my collar, chain and dress.
Every step is now torture. I wish I'd called it a day, but it would have been a shame to waste the nettles.
I still have the handcuffs dangling from the chain at my waist. I reattach the leg cuffs so I can't put any clothes on to cover my dress and get outside sooner. I shuffle painfully out of the garage and to the back door, the plastic pants full of nettles torturing me at every move.
I toss the handcuff keys into the garden, effectively trapping me until it gets dark in several hours time.
I click the handcuffs back over my wrists behind my back and settle in to the horrible discomfort of the remaining daylight hours until I get into the garden and get myself free. I can't even sit down, so this is going to be horrible!
I curse myself - I'm a nasty vindictive self bondage mistress sometimes.
I string a long rope across the width of my wide double garage, about 15 metres wide, the top pulled tight at about waist height with the ends tied up tight and out of reach at each end. At one end, the end of the rope is slightly higher, you'll see why in a minute.
At the far end, I tie a set of handcuff keys to a rafter, having them dangle down to just about waist height. They are tied with cord and the rope well knotted over and over. Again, you'll see why in a minute.
Along the rope I tie on freshly picked stinging nettles. A bunch about the size of a large bouquet of flowers every 50cm, which means there are about 30 bunches along the rope. They're tied securely and not coming off.
Right at the end, where the rope rises, I tie off the rest of the nettles, maybe 4 or 5 bouquet sizes in massive leafy cluster.
I wonder if you can see my plan now?
The plan is to lock myself up so I have to walk straddling the nettle clad rope with totally vulnerable lower half to get to the keys at the other end.
To matters more interesting (as if they're already no interesting enough), the garage door opens with a remote - I place a simple mechanism over the remote - a bottle of water suspended up high from a rafter connected to a weight over a small pulley. The weight hangs over the garage remote control fob on the workbench. If the weight were to drop, it would hit the button and open the garage door.
I tap a small hole into the bottle and run a thin tube out about 10 cm and place a bucket under it. I clamp the tube over with a clothes peg and run a long piece of cord out from it.
Once the peg is unclipped, the water will drip out over a period of about 5 minutes, then the weight will slowly drop until it opens the garage door and exposes me to the street if I'm not free of the cuffs in time.
I have a pair of handcuffs, some leg irons, some chain and padlocks and, of course, some clothes to hand.
I strip off, apply nipple clamps and give them a good hard twist tight, pop the push up bra on for good measure and then dress in my short blue PVC alice dress (again) - complete with flouncy petticoats. I zip it up and lock to the pink leather collar as per previous adventures. The dress is not coming off until I get to those padlock keys, which incidentally are outside in the garden.
I wear no underwear this time though! See my plan?
I strap on some very high heels, which brings the rope to just about crotch height. I won't be able to remove them unless I unto the ankle straps.
I straddle the rope which is still pretty high despite the heels and comes up under my balls, reach down and lock on the leg cuffs. I'm effectively committed at this point as I can't get off the nettled rope, which is tied off well out of reach, and the keys are tied up at the other end. Although I really can't get out, I'm just not vulnerable enough. With hands, I could untie the nettles to stop them stinging me, stop the garage remote, and do all sorts of things to back out of this game.
But as you know, I'm not a backing out of things person. I crave this humiliation and it's going to happen.
I lock the chain tight around my waist, padlocking the handcuffs to the chain. I tie the cord that leads to the clothes peg on the bottle to a link in the front of the chain around my waist. It's round the front so I won't be able to untie it with my hands cuffed behind. When I start walking down the rope, it'll pull the clip away and start the drip timer.
I can hardly believe I'm doing this, but I bring the cuffs together behind me and with 2 sets of ratchety clicks - it's done, I'm locked in and going nowhere until I get to the other end of the garage,, knowing that as soon as I move, the timer starts and I have no choice but to get going and face the nettles which will savage my inner thighs, bottom, balls and that whole area.
I stand there in limbo, knowing I have to do this. I inch forward, the first nettles just in front of me - they're the nastiest stingy ones I could find too. As I move, the cord tightens and I know this will be it.
One more step and 'clack' - the peg comes off the tube and I have only a few minutes to do this. I'm moving slowly on my high heels - the rope wedged under me - my erect cock and balls leading the way. I twist, but it makes no difference - I have to cross the nettles. It's awful - a thousand tiny barbs jab into my balls and inner thighs, arsehole and all over my bottom.
OMG I should have tested this a little first - it's very painful. I inch over the first bunch of nettles and shuffle in my stilettos to the next one, only a few steps away. Time is ticking and I'm going to need most of it to untie the cuff key at the far end.
I have to carry on - another bunch - oh man, it stings, my poor cock and balls are on fire! The nettles penetrate my exposed lower half and my hands are helplessly locked away at my waist. I try to reach down, but it's not helping - if anything it forces more of the nettles into my exposed genitals and bottom.
Further and further down the rope, more stings - it's unbearable, I'm on fire - but I have no choice - I must get to the end. My feet are on fire from the high heels too.
At last, the final bunch. The rope rises slightly and it wedges hard under my bottom and though my crack. I have to stand right over the massive bunch, which is arranged up a few feet over the rope and dangles down to the floor, in order to get the keys. I glance back to the timer before making the final move and see the weight is dropping low already. Holy crap!
I push forward into the final bunch, which stings me everywhere - ankles, knees, inner thighs, all over my exposed arsehole, bottom, cock and balls and also starts brushing up into my waistline and up under the petticoat. Fuck!
I grab the dangling key, which is just too high up to be able to use without untying it from the cord and start working the knots. I'd knotted the crap out of the thing and each one takes agonising seconds. I'm looking back all the time to the timer device whilst I am working my hands - it's getting perilously close the garage remote fob, maybe only 1 or 2 cm to go. I work faster, but the key is still tied on.
At last, it comes loose and I pop the handcuffs open. I'm still standing in the huge nettle bunch, so I shuffle away, my whole lower half on fire so I can get to the leg cuffs. I get one and then hear a clunk. The door starts to rise with a whirr. The garage lights are on and it's daylight outside, so I need to be really quick! I unstraddle the rope and run, the leg cuffs still attached, to the remote. By the time I get there - it's only 15 metres away - the door is more than half open and I'm in serious danger of someone seeing me. I prod the remote and the door stops. There are agonising seconds before it will lower again. Then I'm safe.
Did anyone see me? OMG!
My entire lower half is on fire, especially my poor inner thighs and balls. I reach down and unlock the other leg cuff. I pull up the puffy skirts and look down for the first time - I'm covered in welts and weals from the nettles. Its still burning and I don't know how long it's going to last. Theres not much I can do about it though!
What next? I am tempted by another go on the rope, but the nettles are looking a little sorry for themselves, and besides, I know I can do it now, so it's not so much fun.
I have an idea though - I grab a pair of thick plastic pants and the locking frilly plastic lined knickers - I pull on my gardening gloves and stuff the thick pants full of nettles - as much as I can get in there. They are quite tight fitting, so this will be fun.
I quickly put them on - my arse is once again on fire - the nettles pricking into all the soft flesh it can find. I pull up the locking knickers and click the padlock shut. They're not coming off without the keys which are in the garden along with the keys to my collar, chain and dress.
Every step is now torture. I wish I'd called it a day, but it would have been a shame to waste the nettles.
I still have the handcuffs dangling from the chain at my waist. I reattach the leg cuffs so I can't put any clothes on to cover my dress and get outside sooner. I shuffle painfully out of the garage and to the back door, the plastic pants full of nettles torturing me at every move.
I toss the handcuff keys into the garden, effectively trapping me until it gets dark in several hours time.
I click the handcuffs back over my wrists behind my back and settle in to the horrible discomfort of the remaining daylight hours until I get into the garden and get myself free. I can't even sit down, so this is going to be horrible!
I curse myself - I'm a nasty vindictive self bondage mistress sometimes.
PVC Alice Dress - another rush
So, another game I played was a little more fetishy than others (as if forced crossdressing jeopardy public bondage wasn't quite enough)
I've played with being trapped by daylight before, being helpless in a dress and having to wait for the light to fade before I could make my way to freedom. This was just like that, but with a twist - I've got several more variations on this to come, all combined with some kind of jeopardy to make it more interesting.
I lived in a terraced house for a while where the gardens were all overlooked by neighbours houses, so this fact could be used as part of my restraint.
It's mid morning, late summer with sunset at least 10 hours away. I lock up the house and make my way out to the shed. I've placed cardboard over the windows so neighbours can't see in.
I take a bag of goodies out to the shed in the garden. Blue PVC Alice baby dress, a disposable nappy (diaper), a couple of pairs of plastic knickers, one pair that has PVC on the inside, frilly on the outside and can be locked with a chain through the waist. Also the usual compliment of collars and cuffs, chains and padlocks - the keys of which I've left inside the house.
I've been eating oats and laxative chocolate for the last 24 hours and had plenty of water to drink that morning without going to the toilet.
You can see some of what's coming next, right?
Once in the shed, I pull the door shut and latch it shut from the inside. I empty the bag and contents and strip off naked. I lock a chain through the arm and leg holes of my shorts and shirt and padlock them tight into a ball then lock them in the bag. I'm now naked the shed.
I quickly dress - first the diaper - it's a thick adult one. Then I pull on a couple of pairs of thick plastic knickers - relatively large but close fitting, totally enclosing the diaper. I'm well padded now! I pull on the overtly frilly plastic lined knickers and lock the chain behind my back, trapping me in. I apply nipple clamps - I'm sure I'll regret those - and then a pale blue push up bra which a) keeps the clamps out of the way of any fingers that might go looking for them and b) gives me small breasts
I quickly dress - petticoat, Alice dress, knee high socks and mary janes. I lock on the pink collar , hooking the padlock at the back of the collar through the zip on the back of my dress and lock my ankles into leg irons.
I'm basically stuffed now - can't get out of this get up until I can get back into the house, which I can't do for another 10 hours.
I click the first handcuff around my wrist behind my back - these are largely overkill, I'm already in a world of trouble. But I do them anyway - may as well do this as I'd intended and put myself into really strict bondage.
Clickety click. The cuffs are locked on behind my back
I'm totally stuck.
At some point, I'm going to need the toilet - way before I can get inside.
So I'm resigned to the fact that I'm going to be stuck here in a dressed, handcuffed and locked into a nappy and layers of heavy plastic pants when that happens.
I don't have a watch so time passes slowly. I feel my bladder start to swell and get uncomfortable. Theres so much conditioning to overcome before I need to pee. I cross my legs, jiggle, stress and clench. But then it happens. I pee into the nappy, it's warm and I feel better.
More waiting. I'm bored and start trying to get free from the cuffs, seeing if I've left an opportunity to get free. Of course, I haven't and I'm going nowhere. This is part of the thrill - being forced into bondage where there is no easy escape. It's all very well being locked up for 30 minutes and then getting free, but the feeling really needs to be one of total helplessness.
I'm getting stiff, sore, wet, my arms ache from being cuffed behind my back, my nipples are on fire. It's just as well I didn't put the gag in too. I'm aroused as hell but can't get to my cock through all the layers and in any case, my hands are handcuffed.
It's been hours. I can feel the light change. I can also feel a relentless pressure in my bowel. This isn't good. Its pushing down, the laxative and oats doing there thing. I have many hours left trapped in here and I can't do a damn thing about what I know is going to happen.
I've clenched all I can, but it's too much and I do a massive mess into the nappy.
It's huge hot and squishy and I can feel the mass of it against my cheeks. I'm so humiliated. I've just messed myself like a helpless baby. I have many layers on so there is no smell yet, thank god.
Time passes. I have no choice but to suffer in my own mess. It was what I wanted after all.
I try not to move too much as I feel the awful mess in my backside. It's difficult just to stand there though. I almost wish I was gagged so I could cry my frustration. I've really set this one up good.
Hours pass. It's finally getting dark now, but as it's summer, I have to be careful of the long lingering twilight. I need to wait until it's properly dark - I am, after all, a grown man in a blue pvc baby dress with a giant petticoat and frilly knickers, handcuffed and collared. My neighbours don't need to see this!
More time. I am so uncomfortable! I have the back door key in my hand and am waiting for the dark to settle, but it's taking ages! I'm peeking out of a gap in the cardboard against the windows and it's getting pretty dark now. My neighbours have largely gone inside and quiet is descending.
I go to leave but realise that the latch on the inside of the shed door is too high for my cuffed hands, especially as they are attached with a chain to the leg cuffs. Crap - what now? I could literally be stuck in myself imposed prison. I'm in desperate need move my bowels again too. I can't even work up the energy to stop it and I can feel another huge mess against my backside. Oh man - I have never been so out of control, humiliated and degraded.
I can feel my stomach twist some more and the rush is on - using my nose, I gently work the little latch and after probably half an hour, it finally moves and the I can push the door open.
I would have been 10 or 11 hours locked in there - many of which with nasty messy nappy. My nipples are killing me and I'm thirsty and hungry and in danger of mess number three. There can't be room in there and I dread to think what mess is down there.
I waddle out and make my way towards the back door - my nappy impossibly full and disgusting against my bottom. I mess myself once more - it's horrible, full and warm. The laxative and oats working up a storm and there is nothing I can do.
I 'm finally there, but realise that I can't get the key in the lock - same reason as I got stuck in the shed - my hands are too low down. Fuck!
I twist around and try to get the key into my mouth from my hands - I have to drop it and bend down to pick it up in my mouth. The bending is a revolting sensation against my backside. I dont even want to think about it. I'm trying to hurry as my garden, although dark now, is overlooked and I need to get in. I work the key with my mouth into the lock and after some frantic oh my god I'm fucked moments, the lock turns and I use my chin to get the door open.
I'm safe.
Now to clean up and plan the next adventure.
I've played with being trapped by daylight before, being helpless in a dress and having to wait for the light to fade before I could make my way to freedom. This was just like that, but with a twist - I've got several more variations on this to come, all combined with some kind of jeopardy to make it more interesting.
I lived in a terraced house for a while where the gardens were all overlooked by neighbours houses, so this fact could be used as part of my restraint.
It's mid morning, late summer with sunset at least 10 hours away. I lock up the house and make my way out to the shed. I've placed cardboard over the windows so neighbours can't see in.
I take a bag of goodies out to the shed in the garden. Blue PVC Alice baby dress, a disposable nappy (diaper), a couple of pairs of plastic knickers, one pair that has PVC on the inside, frilly on the outside and can be locked with a chain through the waist. Also the usual compliment of collars and cuffs, chains and padlocks - the keys of which I've left inside the house.
I've been eating oats and laxative chocolate for the last 24 hours and had plenty of water to drink that morning without going to the toilet.
You can see some of what's coming next, right?
Once in the shed, I pull the door shut and latch it shut from the inside. I empty the bag and contents and strip off naked. I lock a chain through the arm and leg holes of my shorts and shirt and padlock them tight into a ball then lock them in the bag. I'm now naked the shed.
I quickly dress - first the diaper - it's a thick adult one. Then I pull on a couple of pairs of thick plastic knickers - relatively large but close fitting, totally enclosing the diaper. I'm well padded now! I pull on the overtly frilly plastic lined knickers and lock the chain behind my back, trapping me in. I apply nipple clamps - I'm sure I'll regret those - and then a pale blue push up bra which a) keeps the clamps out of the way of any fingers that might go looking for them and b) gives me small breasts
I quickly dress - petticoat, Alice dress, knee high socks and mary janes. I lock on the pink collar , hooking the padlock at the back of the collar through the zip on the back of my dress and lock my ankles into leg irons.
I'm basically stuffed now - can't get out of this get up until I can get back into the house, which I can't do for another 10 hours.
I click the first handcuff around my wrist behind my back - these are largely overkill, I'm already in a world of trouble. But I do them anyway - may as well do this as I'd intended and put myself into really strict bondage.
Clickety click. The cuffs are locked on behind my back
I'm totally stuck.
At some point, I'm going to need the toilet - way before I can get inside.
So I'm resigned to the fact that I'm going to be stuck here in a dressed, handcuffed and locked into a nappy and layers of heavy plastic pants when that happens.
I don't have a watch so time passes slowly. I feel my bladder start to swell and get uncomfortable. Theres so much conditioning to overcome before I need to pee. I cross my legs, jiggle, stress and clench. But then it happens. I pee into the nappy, it's warm and I feel better.
More waiting. I'm bored and start trying to get free from the cuffs, seeing if I've left an opportunity to get free. Of course, I haven't and I'm going nowhere. This is part of the thrill - being forced into bondage where there is no easy escape. It's all very well being locked up for 30 minutes and then getting free, but the feeling really needs to be one of total helplessness.
I'm getting stiff, sore, wet, my arms ache from being cuffed behind my back, my nipples are on fire. It's just as well I didn't put the gag in too. I'm aroused as hell but can't get to my cock through all the layers and in any case, my hands are handcuffed.
It's been hours. I can feel the light change. I can also feel a relentless pressure in my bowel. This isn't good. Its pushing down, the laxative and oats doing there thing. I have many hours left trapped in here and I can't do a damn thing about what I know is going to happen.
I've clenched all I can, but it's too much and I do a massive mess into the nappy.
It's huge hot and squishy and I can feel the mass of it against my cheeks. I'm so humiliated. I've just messed myself like a helpless baby. I have many layers on so there is no smell yet, thank god.
Time passes. I have no choice but to suffer in my own mess. It was what I wanted after all.
I try not to move too much as I feel the awful mess in my backside. It's difficult just to stand there though. I almost wish I was gagged so I could cry my frustration. I've really set this one up good.
Hours pass. It's finally getting dark now, but as it's summer, I have to be careful of the long lingering twilight. I need to wait until it's properly dark - I am, after all, a grown man in a blue pvc baby dress with a giant petticoat and frilly knickers, handcuffed and collared. My neighbours don't need to see this!
More time. I am so uncomfortable! I have the back door key in my hand and am waiting for the dark to settle, but it's taking ages! I'm peeking out of a gap in the cardboard against the windows and it's getting pretty dark now. My neighbours have largely gone inside and quiet is descending.
I go to leave but realise that the latch on the inside of the shed door is too high for my cuffed hands, especially as they are attached with a chain to the leg cuffs. Crap - what now? I could literally be stuck in myself imposed prison. I'm in desperate need move my bowels again too. I can't even work up the energy to stop it and I can feel another huge mess against my backside. Oh man - I have never been so out of control, humiliated and degraded.
I can feel my stomach twist some more and the rush is on - using my nose, I gently work the little latch and after probably half an hour, it finally moves and the I can push the door open.
I would have been 10 or 11 hours locked in there - many of which with nasty messy nappy. My nipples are killing me and I'm thirsty and hungry and in danger of mess number three. There can't be room in there and I dread to think what mess is down there.
I waddle out and make my way towards the back door - my nappy impossibly full and disgusting against my bottom. I mess myself once more - it's horrible, full and warm. The laxative and oats working up a storm and there is nothing I can do.
I 'm finally there, but realise that I can't get the key in the lock - same reason as I got stuck in the shed - my hands are too low down. Fuck!
I twist around and try to get the key into my mouth from my hands - I have to drop it and bend down to pick it up in my mouth. The bending is a revolting sensation against my backside. I dont even want to think about it. I'm trying to hurry as my garden, although dark now, is overlooked and I need to get in. I work the key with my mouth into the lock and after some frantic oh my god I'm fucked moments, the lock turns and I use my chin to get the door open.
I'm safe.
Now to clean up and plan the next adventure.
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