Captured During a Stroll Along a Brief Dock

Since the economy has soured I have been working for an adult BBW site. Last week of August 2009 I was on location at Lake Conroe. Even when making videos or shooting photo sets, I got to dress enfem when ever I felt like to. So it was nothing to go out after dark dressed out. There is a semi-lighted walkway along the brake water at Seven Coves harbor. The path I planed for my adventure was a half mile L shaped route from the front step of the condo, where I was staying, to the gazebo at the end of the pier. The base of the L was from my front step to the swimming pool. The was a shaded area between the end of the building and the fence surrounding the pool that was shrouded in deep dark shadows after dark. The flood lights around the pool helped hide any one lurking in this area from view. I had my “Rig”, which consists of a waist chain that lock in front with a small padlock. It is connected behind to a chain running from a wide band nylon dog collar down to about eight inches (20.3cm) up from the ground. It is connected to the center of a set of quick release steel leg shackles.(They work just like the ones police use except there is a small knob you can pull to open without using a key) And where the waist chain & back chain connects, a pair of handcuff are also connected. So late Wednesday night/early Thursday morning, I walk to the shaded area by the pool wearing only a black sundress with white trim, a pair of wedge heeled flop sandals, and my shoulder length black wig. I carried my “Rig” in a small black shoulder strap purse. I hooked the key chain, with a large black easy to grip fob, to the swimming pool fence with an S hook at a level where my cuffed hand could reach them. Earlier in the week I had driven a nail about eye level into one of the trees. I quickly stripped down hanging my dress wig & purse from the large nail. I buckled the collar around my neck, closed the shackles around my ankles, then locked the waist chain around my waist. I then a ballgag in my mouth and buckled it in back of my neck. Then I put on a pair of clover clamps connected together by a small chain. Finally I locked my wrists into the handcuffs behind my back. It was about 4am and no one appeared to be stirring. Although there was still the odd car that occasionally drove by on the street in front of the condo. I shuffle off in the cool night air and the breeze coming off the lake felt wonderfully arousing. I could clearly be seen from the street in the flood lights of the pool, as I shuffled around it. then there was a large clear grassy expanse between the pool and the marina club house. But the only light in this area was from the pool lights. You could tell there was a figure out there on the grassy knoll, but not much else. I carefully crossed the dimly lid back deck of the marina clubhouse, which as near as I could tell was only used on weekends. I crossed the unlit shadow of the parkinglot and reached the base of the breakwater pier. The pier was two thirds the distance of the long side of the L I traveled. The were only two lampposts and a light at the entrance of the gazebo at the end. The only sound I heard was the slapping of the water and the slight jingling of my chains. When I got to the end I sat in the gazebo for a while. I watched a couple of cars go by in the distance. Then waited as a serviceman came by and emptied the money out of the vending machines in front of the of the clubhouse. After that I decided it was time to go. I shuffled back down to the base of the pier without seeing anyone else. THEN … half way across the parking lot I was suddenly blinded by headlights. My heart jumped into my throat when a set of red & blue police lights lit up across the roof of the vehicle. I was in trouble now I thought for sure. I could only see the officers silhouette in the glare of as he got out and stood leaning against his open car door. “Don’t tell me, let me guess. The long walk scenario, right? What web site, the community?” I was dumbfounded, but found myself nodding my head wildly.:shock: “Uh huh, I thought so. You know that thing can get you in trouble.” he said gesturing to my erection. “Come on.” he said as he walked over and took hold of my arm. We walked to the back of the squad car and he opened the back door. Then he Tazored me. I was dazed to the point that I didn’t notice that he put me in the backseat and removed my gag. When I regained my senses, he asked, “Where is your release at?” I told him where my keys and clothes were. He wheeled around and recovered them both. Then he drove me to the front of the condo I was staying at and suggested that I not play like this in “his back yard” anymore. Then he let me go.:oops: While he did not state categorically that he was, the officer did indicate that he was a regular visitor, if not an actual member here. So I just want to say THANKS!:mrgreen: And now you know who I am.