First Post-Tied Outdoors in Minus Two Degrees

Hello everyone. Aside from introducing myself (I’m thrilled to have found you all), this is my debut post.

For years I’ve practiced self bondage, but reading the stories here rekindled that interest and gave me more confidence. This inspired my latest challenge.

My goal was to get tied up outside with as much movement restriction as possible. I wanted to be completely nude, wearing my ‘sentinal’ chastity cage, a ball stretching weight, and my favorite glass butt plug.

While walking the dog, our route crossed a large field featuring a wooden power pole right in the center. “Perfectly exposed,” I thought.

Just thinking about being tied there, all bare and vulnerable, gave me a strong erection.

Back home, I built my first custom release mechanism. It featured a board with a seesaw-style lever. One end had a counterbalance water bottle, while the other held a much larger one filled with water. The concept was to puncture a pinhole in the large bottle; once it drained enough, the weight shift would move the seesaw and unlock the chain connected to my handcuffs.

Simple, or so I believed.

I quickly tested different hole sizes, realizing the duration might be short. With a standard dressmaking pinhole, I estimated about 25 to 30 minutes of restraint.

Well, twenty-five minutes tied up helpless in public felt like an eternity for a first attempt.

As I packed my rucksack, I found a tiny pin and swapped it out, hoping this might extend the time to around an hour or so.

I went upstairs to get ready. First, I fitted the chastity cage with some effort. Then, I clamped the heaviest metal ring over my testicles and carefully guided my anus until it accepted the glass butt plug. Feeling adventurous, I pulled the plug out again and retrieved my homemade anal beads—three golf balls drilled and threaded on a cord. Each one slid into my rectum, filling me up nicely before I pushed the main plug back in to complete the setup. Dressed once more, I was ready.

Now, you should know it was -2 degrees Celsius outside… You can probably imagine!:D

I hiked out to the field, feeling quite nervous.

Using my electric screwdriver, I secured the release device to the pole and laid out my ropes, chains, and handcuffs.

After a moment of gathering courage, I stripped off. There I stood, stark naked in the field with a plug inside me, a heavy metal cage and ring hanging from my cock and balls, all while a gentle breeze swept past at -2°C. Mmmmm!!!

I used one rope to heighten sensation around my cock, scrotum, and anus. I wound it around the base of my shaft so the cage and weight hung away from my body, increasing exposure. I also threaded the rope between my buttocks (loving that feeling) and around my waist, pushing the plug deeper.

I placed the key for my cuffs on the ground between my feet and tucked the end of the short chain—padlocked to the center of the cuffs—underneath the release pin.

I inserted the tiny pin into the bottom of the bottle. Nothing leaked out immediately. Shivering, I worried about being trapped for a full hour, so I added a second hole nearby. Still only a slight drip. For now, I left the cap on the bottle.

Next, I stood with my back against the wooden pole. It wasn’t as cold to the touch as expected.

I clipped four pegs onto my scrotum and one onto each nipple.

Starting at the bottom, I bound my ankles and wrapped the rope around the pole, working my way up my legs, binding them every few inches and looping it back through the pole.

Once I secured my waist, I suddenly remembered the bottle cap. I twisted to the right and unscrewed it.

I continued binding until finishing with a bow-like knot around my neck—not tight, just enough to limit movement.

My arms were now the only free parts of my body.

By snapping on the handcuffs, my hands stayed to my left side and no higher than waist height. I was trapped, unable to reach the bow around my neck until the mechanism freed my wrists.

It was cold!

I wiggled my hips slightly, feeling the golf balls inside me. Mmmm.

Very cold!!

My feet were already numb. I started wishing I had kept my trainers on.

Then I wondered why no water seemed to be coming out of those tiny holes. It must work; just have patience and enjoy it.

I listened to foraging animals nearby, worrying that footsteps might appear on the path. I fantasized about being caught—laughed at while they slapped my cock and balls around. I imagined being untied only to be made to perform oral sex on two or three guys to keep them from revealing my kinky secret. To swallow a man’s cum for the very first time. My cock was straining against its cage!!

The cold really started getting to me, causing uncontrollable shivering. I realized this was becoming ridiculous; I might end up with hypothermia.

I began trying to move around the pole, hoping to reach the seesaw and release myself. I wriggled and twisted. Darn it; I had done too good a job securing things. After more wiggling, I could finally just touch the end of the lever with my left fingertips. I pushed down. It was very heavy—the bottle must still have plenty of water inside. Pushing with all my might, the mechanism moved. The chain shifted but didn’t release! Argh!!!

I pushed harder. The backboard of the device started getting in the way. Suddenly, the chain rattled free.

I began untying myself. As punishment for messing up and chickening out, I left the pegs attached.

Once fully free, I removed the pegs. Yow!! That was the longest wear time they’d had.

Getting dressed again, I checked the bottle. It was three-quarters full and barely dripping. I had loosened the lid but not taken it off completely. This suction likely slowed the leak as the lid pulled down against gravity. Ice had begun forming around the fine spray emerging from the holes. My release mechanism had failed. With no backup plan, I stood nude in minus two degrees.

Lesson learned! Test thoroughly and have a backup… Now I see what you all mean!!! What a fool, yet how exciting!!!!!!!!!!!