Jill sat quietly in the passenger seat as Rick accelerated down the open stretch of route 192. It was a Wednesday afternoon. Traffic was light. She toyed absently with her short black hair.
“Nervous?” came the question from the driver. It startled Jill from her thoughts.
“Yeah, a little,” she lied. She was actually freaked out, but didn’t want to disappoint her lover.
Rick reached over to stroke her bare leg. “Good,” he said calmly. “It adds to the excitement.” He worked his hand up till he was toying with the button on her shorts.
Jill pushed his hand away. “How about you keep both hands on the wheel,” she chided. “There’ll be time for that later.” But inside she was asking, “What the hell am I doing?”
A small sign appeared by a dirt road-Wiregrass Road. Rick slowed, flipped the turn signal and pulled the car off the blacktop. Gravel crunched beneath the tires as they started down the narrow dirt track.
After several turns and a cloud of dust they came upon a sign- Willow Creek Wildlife Management Area. Rick pulled the car up to a wooden shack with “Check Station” painted above the door. A smaller sign above a wooden box read, “Please sign in.”
Rick stepped up to the box and flipped open the lid. Inside was a sign-in book with a pen on a string. During hunting season the book was filled with names of men hoping to bag a deer or hog. But it was off season. The check station was closed. And on a Wednesday afternoon Rick was pleased to see that his would be the only name on the page. He scrawled his name on the page. Under “activity” he put “bird watching.”
Getting back in the car he leaned over to kiss his girlfriend. “You’re in luck. We’re the only ones out here today.”
Jill said a silent prayer of thanks at the news. Rick was really pushing her limits. If there had been other people in the area she doubted she could have gone through with it.
The wildlife management area was almost 24,000 acres of natural land owned by the state. It was managed as a primitive recreation area. In season there was hunting. Off season there was hiking, bird watching and miles of dirt roads for ATV’s.
Rick piloted the car along the unfinished track, looking for the trail he had scouted out the week before. A small blue sign appeared along the side of the road. It read, “Small game trail 3.” He pulled the car up onto the shoulder and stopped. Shutting off the car Rick turned to Jill. “You ready?” he asked.
“Not really,” Jill replied quietly. But she got out of the car anyway. She looked over at her boyfriend as he fished his daypack out of the back seat. Medium height with short blond hair and piercing blue eyes, she felt a stirring of desire that clashed with her anxiety.
“You’ll be fine,” Rick reassured her as he shouldered the pack. “This way,” he said as he started down the trail, leaving Jill to follow after.
Jill started after him, her white sneakers kicking through the yellow summer grass. She looked down at the pale blue tee shirt and cut off jean shorts she wore. Should she have worn something a bit sexier, she wondered? But Rick was so excited about their adventure that it probably didn’t matter what she wore.
The trail was wide, having been made to accommodate off road vehicles during hunt season. They had gone half a mile when Rick turned off onto a smaller side trail. This trail was less well maintained. It twisted and turned, leading from the open grassy fields into a shaded oak hammock.
Another half mile and Jill was starting to work up a sweat. But the further they got from the road the happier she’d be. She was just about to ask, “How much further?” when they entered a small clearing.
Rick shrugged off his pack and said quietly, “We’re here.”
Jill looked around uneasily. It certainly was remote enough. She managed a weak smile. “So now what?” she asked.
“Take off your clothes,” Rick answered.
Jill stepped close to him, slipping her arms around Rick’s neck. “Wouldn’t you rather take them off for me?” she asked coyly.
Rick leaned in, kissing her deeply before pushing Jill gently away. “I’d rather you do as you’re told. Strip off everything but your shoes,” he said firmly.
Jill felt the subtle change in Rick’s attitude. He was morphing into his dominant self. And taking away her clothes was his way of pushing her into her role of his submissive. Part of her wanted to bolt, to run back down the trail. But she knew she wouldn’t.
Instead Jill grabbed the hem of her tee shirt and pulled it up over her head. She held it in her hand, not quite sure what to do with it. Rick sensed her confusion. He told her, “Just drop it on the ground.”
The shirt fluttered to the ground, a patch of blue among the dead leaves. Jill glanced wistfully at it as she worked the button on her shorts. It wasn’t the first time Rick had demanded she strip for him. And Jill knew how to slide her pants down over her hips to get the best reaction from him. But it was the first time she’d ever done it outside. It made her feel terribly exposed.
Jill had picked out a lacy white bra and matching panties for the day. She reached for the bra’s clasp and hesitated. Perhaps Rick would let her keep the sexy lingerie?
Such were Jill’s hopes. But Rick’s flat command, “All of it,” dashed them. Almost petulantly she stripped off the bra, tossing it to the ground. Finally she worked her panties down over her sneakers and stood naked before him.
Jill had been naked with Rick a hundred times. For some reason this felt different. She could feel the blood rising to her cheeks as he looked at her. Involuntarily she slipped one hand down to cover herself while her other arm made a futile attempt to cover her breasts.
Rick gave a shark-like smile at Jill’s discomfort. He fished in the daypack, pulling out a small canvas duffle bag. Tossing the bag on the ground before her he said, “Put your clothes in there.”
Jill stared at the bag as she picked it up. It was open on one end, with brass grommets around the edge. But instead of a rope and slider to close the bag there was a chain. Jill knelt to collect her clothes, shaking the dead leaves off each item before she placed it in the bag. As she finished a padlock hit the ground before her with a hollow thump.
“Pull the chain tight and put the padlock through it,” Rick told her.
Jill tugged on the chain, watching as the opening shrank. Why would she need to lock away her clothes, she wondered uneasily. Although they had discussed the general parameters of their afternoon adventure, Rick always kept the details to himself. Now it looked like she wouldn’t be allowed her clothes back until Rick was satisfied.
The snap of the padlock was like the slamming of an iron door to Jill’s ears. Whatever game Rick had planned for the afternoon she was the main contestant. Fantasies of running back to the car turned into embarrassing nightmares of running naked through the woods.
The words, “Put this on,” interrupted Jill’s turbulent thoughts. She looked up from the locked bag to see Rick holding out a red ball gag.
“There’s no one out here to hear me,” Jill protested. “Why do I have to wear that thing?”
“You just answered your own question,” Rick replied smugly. “The complaint department is closed.” He held his hand before her. “And make sure it’s snug. You wouldn’t want me to have to tighten it up.”
Jill’s hopes for a little light bondage in the woods faded as she accepted the gag from her dom boyfriend. The way he was making her gag herself told her two things-that the bondage wouldn’t be light and that he wanted full control. Nothing short of her safe-word would change the course of the afternoon.
Jill hesitated a moment, giving Rick one pleading glance. But the look she got back told her there would be no mercy today. With a resigned sigh she licked her lips and pushed the ball into her mouth. She worked the straps under her hair, not wanting it plastered to her head. As she worked the buckle she had a momentary feeling of dread. The buckle had a small hole which allowed the placement of a padlock.
Sure enough, as soon as Jill buckled the strap Rick tossed a small padlock on the ground before her. The implication was clear. She was to lock the gag in place.
Jill bent down to retrieve the lock. First her clothes locked away, then her voice. She felt as if she were being herded into a corner where there would be no escape. Even the fact that each item was thrown on the ground for her to pick up was significant, she realized. She was to bend down before him, willingly putting herself at his mercy.
As soon as Jill locked the gag into place Rick tossed a leather collar and padlock at her feet. He said nothing, merely smiled tightly as she bent down once again. The collar was barely locked in place before a pair of leather wrist cuffs landed before her.
When Jill buckled on the wrist cuffs Rick spoke. “Show me how tight they are,” he told her. Jill obediently held her hands before her. He told her to shake her hands. When Jill did so the cuffs moved easily on her wrists. “Make them a notch tighter,” he commanded.
Jill blushed, embarrassed at being caught out so easily. Today was obviously not going to be a light play day. Her bondage was going to be inescapable. With a sigh she pulled each of the cuffs tighter on her wrists.
Rick retrieved a small black item and tossed it towards Jill. She managed to catch it before it reached the ground. It was a pair of panties made of shiny black latex. Jill had never seen them before. She surmised that Rick must have bought them special for today. The thought was more worrisome than comforting.
“At least I get to wear something,” Jill thought as she worked the stretchy material over her legs. But even that came with a catch. She had gotten the panties just above her knees when Rick told her to stop.
A plastic bag thumped on the ground in front of her. Jill picked it up to see her “We-vibe” remote vibrator and a bottle of lube. Part of her brain did a fist pump “Yes!” while the other gibbered in fear. Rick was an expert at running the remote and a total sadist when it came to teasing her.
Jill poured a generous portion of lube in her hand. She felt a flush of embarrassment as she worked the slippery gel between her legs. Just the touch of her own hands there was enough to send messages of arousal to her body. What would it be like when Rick turned on the vibrator?
Feeling well prepared Jill picked up the toy. Spreading her legs she carefully inserted it, giving an involuntary gasp when it brushed up against her g spot. Satisfied that it was in place she folded the exterior portion until it rested on her clit. She finished by pulling up her panties, sealing the device in place.
“Well done, Jill,” Rick told her. He tossed two more padlocks and a three inch length of chain on the ground. “Now all you have to do is lock your hands behind your back.”
She had thought that this would be her “moment of truth,” the point of no return. But in reality she was already naked, gagged and collared out in the middle of nowhere. Having her hands locked behind her back really wouldn’t make her any worse off. She picked up the locks.
With her hand bound behind her Jill turned to confront her captor. Her look was almost defiant, as if to say, “What now you bastard!” She didn’t have long to wait for an answer.
Rick took a roll of black electrical tape from his bag, along with a pair of scissors. He held them in one hand while he stroked Jill’s naked breasts with the other. “You know,” he said in a tone that suggested he might be discussing the weather, “As long as your nipples are covered that it’s not considered nudity?”
Jill watched as he cut a strip of black tape. He laid it across her breast, atop her nipple. He cut a second strip, making an X. “So we wouldn’t want to get in trouble for public nudity, would we?” He covered her other nipple with a second X. “But public bondage isn’t a problem, so you’re perfectly safe.” For some reason the tape on her nipples made her feel more naked, not less.
Rick caught the D ring of Jill’s collar, pulling her across the little clearing until they reached his daypack. She watched as he dropped the tape and scissors back in the bag. He scooped up the duffle that held her clothes and stuffed it into the bag. Before zipping it closed he brought out a dog lead.
Jill wanted to step back as Rick clipped the lead on her collar, but she stood firm. She was so focused on being leashed that she almost didn’t hear what Rick had to say next.
“So I’ve got some good news and bad news,” Rick said with a smile.”The bad news is that I don’t have the keys to any of these locks with me.”
Jill stared at him, trying to let his words sink in. “Hut?” was all she could manage to say around the ball locked in her mouth.
Rick could see the anger building in Jill’s eyes. He held out his hands in a placating gesture. “The good news is the keys are only a mile up the trail. I put them out there earlier this week. All we have to do is hike out there and get them.”
It was all too much for Jill. First he coerced her into doing this bondage in the woods. Then he locked away her clothes and locked her in restraints knowing that the only way for her to get free was to hike half naked through the woods. She let loose a string of garbled invective at her weakly smiling boyfriend, ignoring the saliva that dripped from her gag.
“Okay,” Rick said as he placed a comforting hand on Jill’s bare shoulder. “It was a dirty trick. But right now you’ve got three choices; you can hike out to the keys with me, you can stay here and wait for me to come back, or you can go back to the car where I left a second set of keys.”
Jill looked at the smirking jerk as she considered her options. Going back to the car was not an option. The trail was wide open grassland on the other side of the woods. Anyone using the main road through the area could easily see her.
Staying by herself in the clearing wasn’t much better. In the unlikely event that someone was to stumble on the clearing she would be unable to explain herself. And she would be helpless to boot.
That left the third option of continuing the hike. As much as Rick’s dirty trick pissed her off it was the best option. Jill realized that she might have to accept it. But she didn’t have to accept it with good grace. She hauled back her leg and delivered a kick to Rick’s crotch.
Rick’s smile evaporated at the sudden impact. There was a moment of shock, followed by pain that reached up to crush his kidneys. “Ho fuc…” he gasped as he dropped to his knees.
Jill watched in satisfaction as Rick toppled over. She hadn’t given him the full force of her kick but she wanted him to know how pissed she was. She looked down at him as he gasped for air. “Hine, het’s o,” she mumbled. She turned and headed up the trail, her leash dragging in the grass.
She had only made it about fifteen feet up the trail when it was her turn to be kicked in the crotch. In her pique she had forgotten the vibrator tucked up against her g-spot. Rick had used the Bluetooth app on his phone and kicked it up to maximum. The zero to sixty impact on her sex organs staggered Jill, forcing her into a crouch. A squeal of surprise escaped her gagged lips.
Rick held his phone in his hand as he struggled to his feet. He had the vibrator app open and the intensity on maximum. He smiled grimly to see Jill bent over and trying to deal with the intense vibration inside of her. “See how far you can walk like that,” he thought to himself.
Jill bit down hard on her gag as she slowly straightened her body. It wasn’t easy. Because of the position of the vibrator, the way it touched her G-spot inside and her clit outside Rick rarely used the maximum setting. It was just too intense. But now he limped towards her holding his hand on his phone, hammering away inside her.
Knowing she was in trouble Jill did the only thing she could think of. She dropped to her knees and stared at the ground. Although she wanted to keep her legs clamped tightly together she forced them apart, displaying herself as a submissive to her master.
Rick saw Jill’s actions as what they were-a plea for mercy. He slid his thumb across the phone screen, dropping the intensity. He could see her body relax, and heard the little sigh as her body tried to recover.
“That was very bad,” he told Jill sternly as he picked up her leash. “I should tie this to a branch and leave you there for a few hours to teach you a lesson.” He smiled to see her body tense up at the idea. “But I won’t,” he paused. “I’m sure you’ll make it up to me when I unlock your gag. Now get on your feet.”
Rick reached down and pulled Jill to her feet. She was relieved that her submission had diffused his anger. Although she didn’t think Rick would seriously hurt her he could make her very uncomfortable for as long as he wanted. And, she thought ruefully, she would probably deserve it for kicking him in the balls.
But Jill wasn’t getting off scot free. Rick had left the vibrator on, with a low throbbing intensity. He tugged on Jill’s leash, pulling her down the path. The combination of the vibrator and the motion of her scissoring legs were causing her juices to flow. She was on a slow path to sexual frustration.
They had walked for about fifteen minutes when Rick suddenly turned back to Jill. He yanked hard on her chain, forcing her to the ground. When she started to protest he clapped a hand over her gag and hissed, “Quiet!”
Jill could see from Rick’s expression that something was wrong. She had a sinking feeling that some other hiker was about to come along the path and expose them. But when Rick spoke Jill’s day took a bizarre turn.
“There’s a woman on the ground up ahead,” Rick whispered. “I think she’s tied up but I don’t see anyone else.” He paused to take out his phone and shut off Jill’s vibrator. “I’m going to try and see if she’s in trouble. You stay here and keep out of sight.” He held up his phone. ‘If there’s trouble I’ll hit 911 and run back here for you, understand?”
Jill could only nod mutely. She watched as Rick turned and crept down the path. This is about the worst case scenario for a bondage game, she thought anxiously. Being tied up like a sex toy and caught by real kidnappers didn’t sound like anything Jill wanted to role-play. Unfortunately this sounded more like a really bad reality. All she could do was wait.
Rick slowly crept up to a little clearing. Knee high grass ringed the opening. In the center a blanket had been laid down. There was a sports bag off to one side and off to the other lay the girl.
The woman was indeed tied up. Her hands were bound behind her back. A rope led down to her ankles in a crude hog tie. Rick noted the ball gag that hung from its strap around her neck and a blindfold that had been pushed up into her long chestnut hair.
Rick scanned the area. There was no sign of the girl’s captor. No male clothing strewn about. And the girl was still fully dressed with the exception of a pair of golden high heels that she had apparently kicked off.
And boy was she dressed! She wore a long golden yellow ball gown that hung just off her shoulders. There were frilly white petticoats beneath the skirt. Matching golden opera gloves adorned her arms. Rick wondered why the outfit looked so familiar, then it hit him. She was dressed like Belle from Beauty and the Beast.
Hoping that there was no real beast about, Rick crept up behind the bound woman. He saw a pair of medical shears near her hands. Perhaps she had been trying to escape? Her eyes were closed, her breathing regular. She was either asleep or unconscious, Rick decided.
Taking a chance, Rick knelt down behind the woman and gave her a gentle nudge. “Miss,” he said quietly, “Are you all right?”
The reaction was almost instantaneous. The woman’s big brown eyes popped open. She immediately began to struggle and opened her mouth to scream. Rick had visions of her getting them both captured by her kidnappers. Forgetting all about his phone he clapped his hand over the woman’s mouth to stifle her scream.
“Ow, stay still,” he hissed at the struggling woman. “Are you in danger?” he asked as she struggled. “Should I call 911?” That seemed to calm her. She looked up at him and the phone in his other hand. The numbers were plainly visible, he had only to press the button to call for help.
With tears welling in her eyes she shook her head. From beneath Rick’s hand came a muffled, “No, please.”
“Okay,” Rick said to her. “I’m going to take my hand away and you’re not going to scream, okay?” When she nodded he lifted his hand. “Would you like me to untie you?” he asked.
With a huge sigh the woman said, “Yes, please.”
Rick turned the woman onto her stomach and went to work on the knots. The ropes around her wrists had been cinched really tight by the line tied to her ankles. Rick began to suspect that there was no kidnapper in this scene. “Was this a self-bondage thing?” he asked her.
“God, this is so embarrassing,” the woman said as her hands were freed. She began rubbing the feeling back into her hands. “It’s the first time I’ve tried it outdoors. I guess I got excited and pulled the wrist rope too tight.” She gestured to the scissors on the ground. “My hands went numb and I couldn’t work the scissors. It’s kind of weird, huh?”
“Dangerous, but not that weird,” Rick replied. Then he called, “Come on out Jill. It’s okay.”
The woman turned to see the bound and gagged Jill step out of the woods. She glanced nervously at Rick before she said to Jill, “Is this consensual?”
Jill blushed but nodded. A small stream of drool escaped her mouth as she tried to explain that they were going to get the keys to release her bonds. It sounded a lot more like, “He hav oo het he ees oo et e out.”
Rick stepped in to translate. “It’s a challenge for her,” he explained. “I’ve left the keys a little further down the trail. If she hikes there with me,” he paused and looked pointedly at Jill, “and makes up for previous bad behavior she gets freedom and her clothes back.”
“Wow, that’s so hot,” the woman breathed. She caught herself. “Oh, I-I mean that’s quite the challenge.” She seemed unsure of what to say next. “I’m Belle, by the way. She held out her hand to shake, then dropped it when she realized Jill couldn’t match the gesture.
“Belle? Seriously?” Rick asked.
It was Belle’s turn to blush. “Yeah, my mom absolutely loved the movie. She dressed me like the girl from the film since I was a toddler. I guess some of it rubbed off,” she finished as she gestured to her gown.
“Well Belle, I’m Rick and this is Jill,” he gestured to his captive. “I have to say I do think you have to rethink your self-bondage adventures. What would you have done if we hadn’t come along?”
“I told my roommate where I would be,” she replied. “As a matter of fact she dropped me off this morning and is coming back to pick me up. It would have been embarrassing to be found by her but I’d be okay-except for all the explaining I’d have to do.”
“Haven’t you ever tried to find a rope partner?” Rick asked.
“I did for a while. But I had a string of bad luck with guys that think because you want to be tied up you are theirs to abuse. After that I figured it was safer to do my own thing.”
“Well,” Rick said as he collected the end of Jill’s lead, “Just be careful. Self bondage can turn bad if it isn’t done right.” He turned towards the trail, giving Jill a little tug to get her started.
Belle eyed the couple enviously. “Hey,” she called nervously. “You said you’re coming back this way after you get the keys?”
Rick stopped and turned to the would-be princess. “That’s right.”
Belle asked weakly, “Are you any good with rope?”
Her proposal was simple. Rick would tie her up. She would remain there until the two of them came back. Then he could untie her and they would all hike back together. Rick asked if she had any more rope than what she used. Belle responded by going to her bag and dumping coils of rope on the blanket.
Rick waited until he got the nod from Jill. He was offering to tie up another woman and he wanted to make sure she was okay with it. Jill was also still bound and gagged, so if she wanted to just go for the keys he would understand.
But Jill nodded her agreement. She was secretly intrigued to watch Rick use his rope skills on someone other than her. She hadn’t anticipated that Rick would hook her leash over a branch so she had to remain standing, or that he would bring her vibrator back to life. But that’s exactly what he did.
When Belle asked what Rick was doing with his phone he showed her the vibrator app. Belle’s eyes went wide at the idea that Jill would be kept on the edge of orgasm by the device inside her. All she could manage was a husky, “Wow.”
Rick shook out a length of rope. He explained to Belle that he didn’t want to put a lot of strain on her wrists after what she’d been through. He would instead be doing a box tie. Belle was vaguely familiar with the concept, having seen plenty of videos on you tube. But her pulse picked up as she felt the first ropes layered across her chest.
Belle marveled at the tie as her hands rested in the small of her back. Part of her brain said she was crazy to let a random stranger in the woods tie her up. But his familiarity with the ropes and his frequent checking to make sure she was okay set her mind at ease. When he was done she found herself in a tie that could well be inescapable for her.
Rick eyed a few trees around the edge of the clearing. He had Belle put on her high heels and walked her over to the largest one. He tossed a length over an overhanging branch. Catching it on the other side, he attached it to the back of Belle’s box tie. He took up the slack before tying it off, making the woman stand upright.
Jill watched with growing excitement as her lover bound the other woman. When she saw him tying rope under the sole of her foot so Belle couldn’t kick off the shoes Jill had the urge to grind against the tree she was leashed to.
Belle seemed equally excited as Rick used the ankle ropes to pull her legs apart. She found herself standing upright, her legs tied off to the adjacent trees. If that wasn’t enough, Rick pulled the fancy dress down off her shoulders stopping only when he got to the upper chest rope.
Rick stepped back to assess his work. “It looks good,” he mused. “But the dress hides too much of your legs.” He stepped up to the captive Belle. Taking the hem of her dress in hand he muttered a quick, “Excuse me.” He lifted the dress up, pulling the petticoats with it. When she was exposed to her panties he tucked the dress into the lower chest rope.
Jill was the first to see it; a double line of rope running between Belle’s legs. Rick’s eyes opened in surprise as he realized that Belle had tied herself a crotch rope. “Well, our little Belle has a little secret,” he exclaimed.
Belle could only blush in response. The rope did provide some stimulation for her. But on the whole she was hoping for more. She thought of Jill, shifting from one foot to the other as the vibrator teased her. I’m going to have to get one of those, she thought.
Apparently Rick had come to the same conclusion about the crotch rope. He uncoiled another skein of rope. “Do you mind if I fix this?” he asked as gestured to the crotch rope.
Belle blushed even redder than before. But this was the chance of a lifetime. In mock defiance she said, “Do your worst, you villain!”
Rick gave her a wicked smile as he tied his line to Belle’s crotch rope. “You’ll have to ask Jill about ‘my worst’ sometime.” He took up the slack on the line, gradually putting pressure on the crotch rope. Belle was forced to arch her back, bringing her hips forward to ease the strain. When he had the right amount of bow in her spine he tied the line to another tree.
Rick spoke as if he were giving a lecture in class. “You’re arching your back to ease the pressure on your pussy,” he told her. “But eventually you’ll get tired and will straighten up. Then the rope will pull even deeper into you. When that gets to be too much you’ll go back to arching your back. This should keep you entertained until Jill and I get back.”
As if to test Rick’s theory Belle tried straightening up. The rope definitely went looking for sensitive places. “Oh wow,” she gasped.
Rick told her they would be back in about an hour. As he untangled Jill’s lead from the tree Belle called out, “I might scream for help. You better gag me.”
Rick led Jill back to the helpless Belle. “Gags aren’t safe when you’re by yourself,” he told her.
“I just put the strap on loosely,” Belle countered. “All you have to do is stick the ball in my mouth. I can spit it out if I need to.”
“Very well, my chatty little princess,” he said as he lifted the ball to her lips. “Open wide.” The pall pressed in between her teeth. Rick looked over at Jill. He pulled on her leash, bringing her face to face with Belle.
“Jill, would you make sure Miss Belle’s gag is in deep enough?” he asked her.
Jill was on fire from the vibrator’s constant thrumming and the erotic show of watching Belle get tightly bound. She didn’t need to be asked twice. Jill watched the other girl’s eyes go wide as she leaned in to plant her lips on Belle’s mouth. But neither girl turned away.
The wet ball locked in Jill’s mouth pressed hard on the ball in Belle’s, driving it in deeper as their lips met. Her cuffed hands took hold of the taut line that anchored Belle’s crotch rope. She strummed it like a guitar string, sending rhythmic vibrations into Belle’s sex.
Belle was stunned. Part of her brain told her that this was wrong, that she should turn away. But that voice was drowned out by the rush of sensation that flooded her brain. She felt the vibrations from Jill’s vibrator as the other woman ground her hips on Belle’s leg. She felt the wetness that escaped from Jill’s latex panties. She thought she might cum then and there.
Rick stared in awe as the two women coupled. What he had thought of as a minor humiliation for Jill had quite suddenly blown into something else. Realizing that both girls were heading for a climax they might regret later he gently pulled Jill back. “I think that’ll do,” he told the two panting captives.
For a moment Jill looked like she would resist Rick’s direction. She pulled her eyes away from the bound woman before her, giving a slight nod to the man holding her leash. Jill could feel color rising in her cheeks. She’d never reacted to another woman before. Why had she this time, she wondered?
Belle’s mind was in a whirl as well. The thought of Jill kissing her had frightened Belle. But once she had her gag up against Jill’s she felt something else entirely. And when Jill played on her crotch rope Belle thought she might cum right then and there.
As Rick led Jill down the path Belle felt the urge to call after them. She nearly spit out the gag to beg them to take her with them. But the other part of her brain, that wickedly practical part was already chastising her for her reckless behavior. “What if they don’t come back,” it asked. “What if they do, and take advantage of you while you’re helpless,” it chided. And Belle, with her legs spread wide and her hands tightly bound smiled around her gag. “Yes, what if they do,” she thought.
Jill stumbled down the narrow path. She kept glancing back to where they had left Belle helplessly bound. It was only when Rick gave a tug on her leash and said, “Hey, focus babe,” that she turned her full attention to her own predicament. The fact that Rick had the vibrator app open once again didn’t help matters.
Rick used the vibrator app’s slider as he walked along. He would ramp up the vibrations until Jill started to bend over from the stimulation and then ease off again. Jill felt herself close to the edge time and time again, only to have the wondrous feeling pulled away from her. The area between her legs and the latex panties were a veritable swamp of juices.
Back in the clearing Belle watched the others until they were lost to sight. Although her self- bondage usually left her by herself for an hour at a time she now felt abandoned. She let her mind drift to the fantasy that the two actually were sex crazed kidnappers. No, better still, Belle decided- Rick was the kidnapper and he had carried off her best friend to do unspeakable things to her.
Belle suddenly opened her eyes wide. She let out a little moan at the feeling growing between her legs. Unconsciously she had been rocking her body back and forth, working the crotch rope deeper into her. She closed her eyes once more, seeing poor Jill forced to pleasure the deranged man that held her captive. That was all it took for her release. She bit down hard on her gag to stifle a cry, then sagged in her bonds as her legs gave way.
Jill looked nervously about, as Rick led her out into another grassy field. Long yellow stalks brushed her legs, leaving little seeds trapped in the juices that ran down her legs. Her thoughts of Belle were supplanted by her growing anxiety. Rick could say that two little X’s of tape meant she wasn’t naked. But if some random birdwatcher with a telephoto came along it wouldn’t matter.
If Rick cared about getting caught he didn’t show it. He kept an easy pace, heading for an oak hammock that was perhaps a quarter mile away. In one hand he held Jill’s leash. The other held his phone, which still had the app running.
By the time they reached the trees Jill was not being led. She was eagerly pushing up against Rick as if to hurry him along. She desperately wanted the cover of the trees. She wanted to get the keys. And she wanted to cum.
Once inside the shaded hammock Rick stopped to unhook the lead from Jill’s collar. “You remember the game ‘hot or cold’ Jill?” he asked her. Jill gave him a look that was part puzzlement, part annoyance. She held her cuffed hands out behind her as if to remind him that she was still restrained.
“So I’ve put the keys here somewhere,” he told her. “You have to find them.” He ignored her cry of protest. Holding up the vibrator remote he said, “I’m going to make it easy for you. Whenever you move closer to the keys the vibrations will increase. Ready?”
Jill stood there with an angry look on her face. Now instead of leading her on a leash Rick would lead her by the pussy. She stomped her foot angrily.
“That’s what you get for kicking the twins,” Rick chided her. “I can wait all day. But I bet Belle is going to get tired the way I left her tied. How long do you think before she gives up and just lets that crotch rope bury itself in her?”
Jill had almost forgotten about the other woman! The longer she was here, the longer Belle was left helpless in the woods. Jill’s shoulders slumped. With a muffled, “Fine,” she turned and began to walk the clearing.
Her first impulse was to simply walk around until the throbbing between her legs gave her a clue. But Jill decided that she would walk the perimeter of the clearing. That, she reasoned, would narrow down the search area considerably.
Step by step Jill walked the clearing. She focused on the steady vibrations inside her. Unfortunately, thinking about them only made her feelings of frustrated arousal worse. She nearly screamed when the device began a sharp staccato pattern.
Jill looked wildly about. She stood next to a wiry live oak. Beside it was a fallen pine tree, its bark peeled away, still held off the ground by the branches crushed beneath. As she moved closer to the oak the stimulus from the toy increased.
She tried to focus her attention. But it was like trying to read a book while having sex. She desperately searched the overhanging branches for some glint of metal. But that actually decreased the vibrations. “Down low then,” she thought.
Jill squatted down, trying to ignore the way that pushed the vibrator hard against her (she made a mental note to use that technique in the future). The vibrations reached an almost frantic proportion. Jill wanted nothing more than to drop to the ground and let the little device take her to her happy place. But she bit down hard on her gag and focused.
“There!” she thought excitedly. A rock the size of her fist sat at the base of the tree. Jill dropped to her knees, twisting her body to grab the rock with her hands. She rolled the rock away and there in a little plastic baggie were the keys.
With a squeal of relief she snatched them up. Jill fumbled with the bag. She pulled out the ring of keys and began jamming them into the locks on her wrist cuffs. She was so intent on freeing herself she didn’t notice Rick moving up behind her.
“I’ll take those,” Rick said as he snatched the keys from Jill’s hands. He ignored Jill’s garbled protest, instead using his body to press hers up against the fallen tree. “Bend over, baby,” he ordered.
Jill struggled against him. “You promised,” she managed to say around her gag. Rick simply caught her bound wrists and raised them behind her back, forcing her forward. He tucked the keys away in one pocket before pulling a length of rope from the other.
“That was before you kicked me,” he said, his tone menacing. “Now we have to see if everything still works.” He ran the rope through the D-rings of Jill’s cuffs before tossing the other end over a nearby branch. He pulled, forcing her arms up in the air.
To relieve the strain on her shoulders Jill was forced to bend over the log. She stared down at the ground, watching a shining trail of saliva escape her lips. She thought of her safe-word. But Rick had edged her for so long with the vibrator that she would welcome an orgasm in almost any position.
With the rope tied off Rick fished the keys out of his pocket. He moved around the fallen tree to Jill’s head. Once there he worked the lock on her gag.
The gag pulled out of Jill’s mouth with a wet “Pop”. She let out a groan of relief. Her jaw muscles ached. How long had she been gagged? At least an hour, probably two, she thought. Jill worked her jaw back and forth to loosen the muscles.
Jill felt Rick’s hand in her hair. He turned her head so she faced him, or at least his crotch. She watched as he worked the zipper of his pants, freeing the erection that was bulging there. Rick drove her to distraction with the damn vibrator and now all he was going to do was use her mouth? It wasn’t fair!
“So I’ve got a challenge for you,” Rick said as he brushed his member against Jill’s lips. “You’re going to make me feel real good. But if you do too good of a job I’ll cum in your mouth and there’ll be nothing left to satisfy that needy little pussy of yours.”
“You’ll have to let go of my head if you want me to work,” she told him petulantly. “I can’t have you just banging away at my face.”
Rick released his grip. Jill rolled her head once to get the kink out of her neck. She licked her lips, amazed that she had any saliva left after drooling around that gag for the last hour. Parting her lips she took just the head of his penis in her mouth.
Jill didn’t like swallowing sperm. So she had learned how to take Rick close to the edge without pushing him over. Despite the uncomfortable near strappado of her arms and the continuing stimulation from the vibrator she worked him. When she sensed that he was about to lose control she would back off. Slipping back from the head she would work the sides of his shaft. After several minutes of this she looked up at her captor and said, “Had enough?”
Rick stood there, breathing heavily.”Oh yeah,” he said hoarsely. “I guess you’ve earned your reward.” Leaving his engorged cock protruding from the fly of his pants he stepped around to the back side of the log.
Jill could feel Rick’s fingers catch the top of her latex panties. The rubber material squelched wetly as Rick worked them down her legs. He tossed them aside before ordering her to spread her legs. Jill opened her legs, wincing at the additional strain the move put on her shoulders. She nearly climaxed when she felt Rick pull the vibrator out of her.
Stepping back, Rick admired the view. “Mmmm, mmm you look sweet!” he exclaimed. He reached in to stroke her naked backside. He circled his fingers around her anus. “But with two holes, how should I decide which to use?” he asked in mock confusion.
Jill’s heart froze in her chest. He couldn’t be thinking of taking her there, could he? After all the teasing would he leave her frustrated? “ Please,” she whimpered quietly.
“I’ll give the girl who kicked me a choice,” he told her. “Would she rather have her ass spanked or fucked?”
Jill knew she was stuck. She had to ask to be spanked-one more humiliation for the day. Again she knew she could say, “Red” and stop the game. But she’d gone this far, why stop now. “Spank,” she said simply.
Rick slipped a finger down between Jill’s crack, gently stroking. “I don’t think that was a proper ask,” he replied. “How many spanks do you think a good ass fucking is worth?”
Jill thought quickly. How many should she say? Too few and he might go for her butt, too many might push her over the edge before she could get the orgasm she wanted. “S-spank me ten times please,” she stammered.
Rick stopped to ponder her answer. “That seems fair,” he said. “I’ll expect you to count them out.”
Of course he would, thought Jill. It wasn’t enough that she was tied up, bent over a log with her ass in the air. It wasn’t enough that she was so needy that her legs were slick with her own juices. She had to choose and count out her own punishment. She hated it and yet loved it at the same time.
The first slap landed on her right cheek with a crack like a rifle. Jill let out a startled yelp before she remembered to call out, “One.” She was more prepared for the next strike, which landed on her left side. “Two,” she said through gritted teeth.
Rick stopped halfway through the spanking. He told Jill she was closing her legs and spoiling his view. He waited until she spread herself wide for him before returning to her burning ass cheeks.
The next five strikes seemed to go on forever. Jill felt the heat on her skin. And that heat was flowing down between her legs. She wanted to grind herself against the smooth, weathered wood, wanted the release she desperately needed. But she knew that would not truly satisfy her. With the final strike she moaned out the word, “Ten.”
With almost no pause at all there was a sudden familiar pressure between her legs as Rick eased into her. Despite her lubrication, Jill winced slightly as he pushed inside. The little vibrator had been hard at work on her sensitive nerve endings for far too long.
With one hand Rick massaged Jill’s reddened cheeks. The other grabbed her shackled wrists and forced them upward, bending her further over the log. Jill was nearly bent double. She could see Rick’s shoes behind her as well as her own wide splayed feet.
Jill had expected a hard fucking, with Rick slamming into her. But for all the teasing and humiliation he was surprisingly gentle. He eased into her with a smooth rhythm, touching her most sensitive spots. She purred contentedly as he rode her, bringing them both to a climax.
Jill wished it could go on for longer. But with all she had done there was little chance of that. In moments they were both panting, having spent the last of their energy on one another. When Rick untied her she had to sit on the ground for several minutes, cradled in his arms as she recovered.
She might have fallen asleep there had Rick not said, “We better go rescue our Disney Princess.”
Belle’s plight had faded from Jill’s mind. The thought of the other woman, elegantly dressed and helplessly bound brought a mixture of concern and excitement to her. “You don’t think she’ll have gotten loose?” she asked.
“From that tie,” Rick scoffed, “not a chance. But if we don’t get back there soon her roommate may come looking for her. And then there’ll be a whole lot of questions to answer.”
Rick handed Jill a towel to clean herself up and a bottle of water to rehydrate. Jill wiped herself down. With the keys she unlocked the duffel bag to retrieve her clothes. In minutes she was dressed. “Okay, let’s go rescue the princess,” she said.
Back at the clearing the captive Belle had struggled against her bonds. She thought at first that Rick’s tie would be simple to escape, since her wrists weren’t bound all that tightly. But she soon realized that the box tie he had used was just as inescapable as one of her own self induced hogties. Worse than that really, because she was suspended from the tree and had no hope of reaching her escape scissors.
Each move Belle made seemed to work her crotch rope into a slightly different position. The only thing that kept the knotted rope from burying itself completely inside her was the fact that she had tied it over her frilly panties. Still, it was doing an excellent job of stimulating her. She knew that if she kept struggling she’d cum again.
And cum she did. Belle bit down hard on her gag to keep herself quiet as she ground the rope against her sex. The orgasm hit her just as hard as the first one had. She gave a guilty scan of the clearing. What if her new friends had seen her pleasuring herself with a knotted rope? They would probably think she was pathetic. Belle blushed with shame. ‘I am pathetic,’ she said to herself.
As her passion cooled Belle’s body began sending her all the little distress signal her orgasm had overridden. For one thing, her toes were getting quite cramped in the high heels she’s chosen to match her gown. She tried kicking them off only to realize that the ropes about her ankles had been passed beneath the soles. She couldn’t remove her shoes until her legs were free.
Belle tried to ease the strain on her feet by raising her legs one after the other. The ropes around her chest harness that secured her to the overhead branch easily supported her weight. But it also caused the cords above and below her breasts to pull together, squeezing them.
To add to it all, Belle’s shifting about was pulling on her crotch rope again. But her body wasn’t ready for more stimulation. Instead of the heady feelings of arousal she felt increasing discomfort. Belle knew the sensation when she’d masturbated at home. There she could just ease off and let herself recover. But here she had no choice in the matter.
Belle planted her feet firmly, ignoring the pinching of her toes. She arched her back, pushing her pelvis forward. That eased the pressure of the crotch rope somewhat. But the rope had pushed itself in and she had no way to pull it back out. Still it was better than nothing. She wondered when her captors would return.
What seemed like an eternity later (Belle realized she had no way of keeping track of the time) her back ached. Her shoulders were on fire and her feet felt like they were crushed in a vise. She had to ease off and let the crotch rope take up the strain.
She let out a little whimper as the rope pulled tighter. She realized that just walking tomorrow was going to be uncomfortable. She wondered what would hurt more, her puss or her feet? But as the rope settled itself once more Belle felt that rush of warmth. It was starting again.
Belle’s climax took longer with every attempt. And she was more tired. She was tired and sore everywhere. When the last wave of arousal passed she let her body sag against the ropes. She spit out the gag, letting the wet ball hang about her neck. Totally spent, she closed her eyes and drifted off.
When Rick and Jill returned to the little clearing they saw the helpless Belle hanging limply in her ropes. “Shit, we killed her,” Jill exclaimed. But at that moment Belle lifted her face to the couple and gave a weak smile.
“Just resting,” Belle murmured. “Really tired.”
Jill supported the exhausted Belle while Rick eased her out of her suspension. Belle slowly came back to herself as she sat on the ground. She moaned with relief as the ropes came off her ankles and she could kick off her high heels.
“Oh no, Christina!” Belle exclaimed.
“Huh?” Jill inquired. “Who’s Christina?”
“It’s my roommate,” came the frantic answer. “I was supposed to call her and check in. She was going to pick me up after my ‘hike’. She’s probably on her way here now. Quick, grab my phone.”
Jill rummaged through Belle’s backpack while Rick worked on removing the ropes. Belle made a hasty call to her roommate, who didn’t sound too happy about Belle missing her check in. Rick pantomimed that he could drive Belle home. That idea seemed to mollify Christina since she wouldn’t have to drive all the way out to the WMA.
With the roommate crisis averted Belle asked for some privacy to clean up and change. Rick and Jill obliged her by walking a few yards down the path. Belle stripped off her party gown and toweled off the worst of the sweat that had coated her body. After her session with the crotch rope she had to be quite gentle cleaning between her legs.
Belle chatted over the hedge with her new friends as she pulled out her change of clothes. “Christina is nice, but very straight-laced,” she told them. “She’d be horrified to learn of my bondage adventures.” She paused, “Oh shoot!”
“Everything okay?”Jill asked.
“Fine,” Belle replied. “I was sure I’d packed panties but now I can’t find them.” She sighed, “I guess I’m going commando.” She donned a pair of jean shorts, wincing slightly as the rough denim pulled up between her legs.
It was late in the day before they started the hike back. While packing up Belle’s ropes he showed her tricks to store them so they didn’t tangle. Belle explained some of the self bondage tricks she’d learned from the net.
Rick let the two girls start down the trail ahead of him. They chatted like old friends, Jill explaining how they set up their scenarios when they played. Belle was fascinated, never having had a rope partner. Rick smiled at the awkward steps Belle would take as her jeans chafed her. He slipped a hand into his pocket to feel the soft fabric of Belle’s “missing” panties.
On the way home Jill expressed her concern for Belle’s safety. She felt that self bondage carried a lot of risks. When Belle answered, “What choice do I have?” Jill looked inquiringly at Rick. He gave the slightest nod of his head. It was okay with him.
“Why don’t you join us the next time we play?” Jill asked her. “I don’t think Rick would mind tying up two women.”
“Really?” Belle asked hopefully. “I wouldn’t want to intrude on what you have going.”
Rick stepped in. “It would be fine with us. Why don’t you think about it for a bit? Jill can call you at the end of the week and we’ll set up a play-date.”
They dropped Belle off in front of her apartment. Phone numbers and hugs were exchanged. Belle nearly floated up the stairs as the couple drove away.
Christina noticed something different as soon as Belle walked in. “You okay?” she asked curiously.
“I’m great,” Belle replied. “I met the nicest couple while hiking. It’s great to find people with the same interests as you.”