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- Another Walk
- By Anonymous
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- Dear Anna,
I finally plucked up the courage (or stupidity) to do the long
walk scenario. And now, I've finally gotten around to emailing
you back. If the story is good, you can post it in the story
section on the site. Just leave the name anonymous. Here goes...
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- Warning! This story might contain
activities that might not be suitable in selfbondage. Please
play safe.
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- I had been plucking up the courage for
weeks to do the long walk. I started the whole adventure by putting
on black zip-up high heeled shoes, hose, polka-dotted thong,
rigid creamy colored corset (cinched as tight as I could possibly
get it), clear blue ballgag, and then I tied a rope harness around
my upper body. I attached handcuffs to the back of the harness,
then I would be totally helpless once they were clicked shut.
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- I inserted a large butt plug (immediately
uncomfortable). I had to tie a crotch rope just to keep it in.
Then I duct taped by thighs together to shorten my stride, and
it further threw off my balance. It was about midnight so everything
was dark (except the street lights and the shining moon). I stepped
out of my house and closed the door. I was so turned on, it was
incredible. I stood there for a moment, in the cool night air,
wondering what I had gotten myself into. Then without stopping
to think things through, I reached behind my back and clicked
my hands in the hanging handcuffs. I was completely stuck now.
Furthermore, the harness was high up on my body, and forced my
wrists to my upper back. I then had to slowly and uncomfortably
walk out of up the street and had to cover the distance of a
mile to an elementary school for the keys to the handcuffs.
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- Due to it being around midnight not too
many cars drove by, but there were still many more than I wanted.
I got terrified whenever I heard a car, and virtually dove into
the bushes. As I walked, the only sound I heard was the loud
sound of my heels clicking on the sidewalk. It was really unnerving,
but sexy at the same time. The whole time, the butt plug was
getting increasingly annoying and even more uncomfortable. The
gag was hurting my jaw and caused me to drool down my chest.
My arms were starting to hurt from the awkward angle. My breathing
was still short from the tight corset, but there was nothing
I could do to alleviate any of these problems. So on I continued
slowly to the school. Finally, I arrived got there, got what
I came to get. Now I could get back into the house... once I
walked back. I realized with extreme frustration that I was only
halfway through my ordeal.
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- The walk home seemed shorter overall,
but I had my closest call when I was crossing a T intersection
under a streetlight. I heard tires squealing and coming in my
direction extremely fast. I panicked and, as fast as I could
hobble, could only find cover behind some skimpy bush. My heart
was racing as the car speed towards me. I didn't know what I
would do if I was found dressed as I was, helpless, and a gag
in so that I couldn't talk even if I wanted. I tried to hide
myself, and was unbelievably relieved when the car took the turn
and sped off into the night. I sat there for a little while trying
to recover, then slowly continued my way home. Finally I arrived
at the house and was able to enter. I got the keys to the handcuffs
and freed my hands. The next thing to go was the buttplug, as
it had been torturing me for the last I don't know how long.
Then I plopped on the sofa from sheer exhaustion. I looked at
the clock and it said 2:34. I had been bound like that for two
and a half hours! It felt so good to be able to close my mouth,
untie the ropes, and get out of all the restrictive clothing.
Once I got cleaned up, I went to bed and fell asleep almost immediately.
The whole experience was great and really turned me on.
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- Anonymous
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