A little help from my friends - part four

continued from part 3

She leads me out of the clearing and back towards the car

Did you enjoy that my pet? she asks
No.  Yes.  I don't know.

She grins and tugs on my leash.

Come on, we're only just getting started.

We approach the carpark. There are other cars there now, but I don't see any people about.  Hopefully no-one will see.

She leads me right up to her car and unlocks the leg cuffs and unlocks the chain from my collar, placing them on the passenger seat.  She clips something to the collar.  Its a bell.  What is going on.?
She takes some silvery chains out of her bag and clips one around each ankle.  More bells.

Well, my love, she says, getting into her car, this is where part two of your little adventure starts. I want you to meet me across the other side of the woods.  Wait for me in the carpark.  If you're not there in exactly 2 hours, you're walking home on your own.

She shuts the door and locks the central locking, leaving me stranded outside.

I just stand there.  My hands are still cuffed behind my back - this is new.

She cracks a window and motions to me to come over.

I hope you're not late - I mean it, you'll be walking all the way home.  To your house, not mine, I won't let you back in.  Just think about that as you twinkle your way over to the other car park.  2 hours, on the dot.

But I can't tell the time - I don't have a watch!  And how will I get into my house, my car and keys are at yours!

Poor little princess - you'll just have to ask someone.  5 sharp.  You really don't want to be late.

And with that, she closes the window and drives off, leaving me cuffed and alone in the carpark.

My first reaction is to run to the cover of the trees.  But running sets off the bells.  And they are loud! How!  they are so small, but man they make a noise.  I look down at my ankles to see the little chains padlocked on - there is no chance of being able to get them off.  Dammit, she's got me good!

I start counting in my head, desperate to try to keep some kind of time.  It's a long way to the other car park - these woods give way to open heath and cross a golf course.  Then there's a steep climb up a narrow path and into the carpark, which is part of a leisure centre.  I don't know how I'm going to be able to do this without being seen.  It's madness.  But I definitely don't want to be walking all the way home.

I can hear people in the woods.  I'm not sure where they are, but I can't afford to hang about too much, I have to get cracking.    I'm tiptoeing, but it's not use, the bells tinkle and draw attention to where I am.  The outfit doesn't help.  I'm just going to have to go for it.  Luckily it's not a weekend and the woods are mostly empty, but I'm scared.  Plus I've never done this cuffed before and had to cover so much open ground at the same time.

I pick my way through the woods and out onto the heath.  It's terrifyingly open and I can see people walking about on the grassland in the distance.  I don't really have a choice.

I've been walking for a while now but I'm not really sure how long I've been walking for - maybe half an hour - it's difficult to say and I've kinda lost count.   I break cover from the trees and follow a narrow path out onto the heath.  I have maybe 2 miles to walk - so a fair way.  My shoulders are starting to ache from being cuffed and I'm regretting getting into this mess.

I walk onwards, tinkling and chiming as I go.  I have to get closer to the bottom of the path and then maybe I can wait until closer to the 5pm designated time before committing myself to the path and the carpark.  5pm will be perilously close to the end of the working day and there's a high chance of people being on the path and in the car park.  I really don't know what to expect and with the cuffs, collar and bells, there's no way I can pretend that this isn't some kinky game.

I hear voices ahead and realise there's someone on the same path as me, maybe 500m ahead.  I look left and right and there's not really anywhere to hide.  I don't think they've really seen me yet due to some bushes and a couple of trees but I need act fast.  I walk off to the left and down into a little gully behind some bracken.  It's not much cover, but its all there is.  If there's anyone on the other parts of the heath on the side of the gully they'll see me clear as day.

The people pass by, none the wiser, but I'm aware the bell on my collar is not totally silent.  I hope they don't look over!

I wait it out - agonising over the amount of time I should leave because once I'm up, I'll make noise and be in clear view for a long way.  I have to get on.

Struggling up onto my feet, I continue on my merry chiming way - closer and closer to the bottom of the path leading to the carpark.  The trouble is the bottom of the path is totally in the open and there's no great place to hide nearby, so I'll have to retreat to the trees some 300 metres away and wait.

There's a lot more people around now that the end of the working day is approaching.  This also means I don't have too long to get to the car park to meet my friend.  Holy shit.

I wait and wait, getting pretty nervous now - I have to go, but there are still some people about.  They're going to see and hear me, but it's too bad.

I walk as nonchalantly as I can from the cover of the trees to the bottom of the path.  I'm in full view, but I remember that actually look pretty femme with the makeup on.  Trouble is - handcuffs and collar and bells.  Damn!

I keep going.  Reached the bottom of the path.  My cheeks are burning - people stopped as they could hear the bells.  They weren't close - 100 metres or so, but that feels close when you're stuck in a dress and hands cuffed.

I start walking up the path- it's quiet, thank god, but it's at least 500m to the top of the hill.  I have no choice - there is no other way up - well, at least no other sensible way - there's another route, but it's via a girls school and their driveway - that would be a really bad idea.  The damn bells were tinkling with every step and I wished the world could swallow me up.  God I hoped none was on the path!

Eventually and thankfully unspotted, I was at the top of the path and at the entrance to the carpark.  But I had no real idea what the time was and the carpark was pretty busy.  I needed to find my friend and quickly.  Was she even there?  Was I too late or miles too early?  If I was early, there was nowhere to go and wait it out, there's no hiding places at all and I'm still handcuffed and collared.  I was bricking it - it was just a matter of time before I was spotted and then god knows what, arrested probably.  No need to apply the cuffs, already done!

As workers returned to their cars, I frantically scanned the car park for the black BMW - where was she?  I walked out a little from the top of the path to see if I could spot her.  Fuck - this was a nightmare.  Would have been ok if I wasn't cuffed and wearing a pink collar with a bell on it - she'd made me up to look pretty enough to be able to pass by fairly closely, but like this - not good.

People were all around now and I was getting very worried.  It was only a matter of time before I was made and possibly in a world of trouble.  It actually dawned on me that people might get worried that was a girl in cuffs and try to help..

Suddenly, from nowhere, a black BMW pulls up right in front of me just as I'm about to freak out and the window winds down to reveal my grinning friend.

Having fun, girly boy?  She says, motioning towards to passenger side.

I struggle to open the door with my hands cuffed, but gratefully clamber inside, safe.

Miss me, pervert? She said and kisses me.

I can't speak.  Exhausted, neves shot.

Oh my god, never again.  Too hard to do it like this!  How long have I been out?

Only an hour.  I was waiting here the whole time - I knew the time factor would mess with your head!  Shes staring at me.  You get off on this, don't kid yourself!

Not so helpless for so long - was so hard and there's no way to pass if I got caught!

She reaches over and unlocks the collar and cuffs.  Finally I'm free.  She tosses me a small key so I can remove the ankle bells.

So, now you're free..wanna do one more thing before we go back to my place and I beat that sissy backside of yours for being so disappointingly early?

I'm exhausted, but she knows me well.

Sure... whatever you say

to be continued in part 5

A little help from my friends - part three

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

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...

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

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..

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.  

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.