Story -- My First "Real" Outdoor Bondage and self-bondage Adventure

…or, consider an iteration of that timeless query: if someone doing SB strolls through a wood alone, without any eyes on them, are they still nude, restrained and muffled?

I finally managed a genuine outdoor bondage session—not the backyard variety—and it was fantastic. It got under my skin quite a bit, but in a good way. Once everything settled, I realized I probably wasn’t truly at risk of being found out, yet that chance lingered the whole time, with very little warning to be had as detailed below (and yes, described quite extensively).

I’d visited this roughly square conservation reserve several times before; it has multiple paths branching from a single one connected to the parking lot. The area is bordered by a road on one side and private land on the other three. When I started thinking about using this spot for an outdoor SB session, I weighed all potential risks. While that single entry/exit path offered some security, there was apparently another trail at the far end leading into a large stretch of private property. Horseback riders might come in from that direction, though I’d never noticed hoof marks on those specific trails like you do near the front entrance. It helped that dogs were technically banned from the conservation area. I already knew this place gets very little traffic during weekdays, which was when I planned my session. Plus, spring had brought thicker brush growth, hopefully offering enough concealment if I needed to hide quickly…:-0

My setup was straightforward and similar to many stories here. I brought a backpack with a ball gag, cuffs, and cable (I really wanted to wear my five-inch heels for this adventure. The punishment of walking over a mile in them appealed to me, but since dirt and mud would likely ruin them, I ended up wearing boots instead). I had keys for Lock “1” to secure the backpack, plus keys for a set called Lockset “2” to fasten my cuffs. By leaving the Lock “1” keys at the entrance while keeping the Lockset “2” keys inside with my clothes in the bag, I would strand myself once I zipped up near the back of the park. This meant I’d be stuck following a forced loop between two points: retrieving the key to Lock “1”, hiking back, and finally gaining freedom.

Upon arrival, the parking lot was empty—a good sign—but I remained extremely nervous. At least I could walk through the motions; if I chickened out at any stage, I could always return another day. So I parked my car and left one key to Lock “1” on or near it as a safety measure. Given that the lot is open and fully visible from the road, saying I’d only risk going back for this key in a true emergency would be an understatement.

I then entered the trail leading out of the parking lot and dropped the second key to Lock “1” at what I’ll call Point “A”, as close to the car as possible. This section of the path is nearly straight, meaning I’d risk discovery (by anyone just entering) for the entire duration while walking down and back up to retrieve it. Also, even if I spotted someone before they saw me, there wasn’t much cover on either side, so who knows how far through the woods I’d have to push my way to reach

ay from the safety of the branching of the trails. Next, I walked to the furthest point away from the entrance (call it Point “B”) about a half-mile distant, depending on which route I took, or would remember to take. It was here that I had to decide whether to start with this whole ridiculous thing at all. It was sure to be exciting, but disastrous beyond a doubt if I were to be discovered. It also wouldn’t be a picnic either if I managed to detect and avoid some other park visitors, but ended up needing to hide motionless and silent in some bushes for several hours anyway — between muscle cramps, insect bites, and the like, who knows what would end up happening. Still, I figured, alright, let’s see how this feels. Do this in small steps, I told myself. I first wrapped the cable around the tree and readied the cable eyes for locking the knapsack closed. I stared at that for a few minutes. Hmmm. I realized I hated to see a good ball gag go to waste. And I could just as happily be thinking this all over with it in properly strapped into place, not just sitting there on top of the bag, so in it went. Pulled tight. Yep, that felt great, as always. I *love *biting down on that thing! This was a good idea. Now, I thought, what’s the harm in removing my clothes, right? I can always put them right back on. Plus, considering how long it took me to get to this point, the risk *right now *is that someone walked in immediately behind me, is coming all the way to this point, and has made the same time as I did over the terrain — all rather unlikely. So I removed my clothes and put them in the knapsack, still unlocked. I still purposefully sported my CB-2000 for reasons of ridiculousness, and also perhaps to be able to claim that I wasn’t *totally *naked if I were caught!;-) I placed the clothing and the key to Lockset “2” into the knapsack. Lock “1” was already through the eyes of the cable and wrapped it around the tree, ready to strand me there, naked. With the keys to Lock “2” inside, I would also be cuffed if I chose to lock them before I started back towards Point “A”. I crouched there naked, staring at the bag and the lock again, waiting for an impulse to do something. So close — the hasp of the lock threaded through both the overlapped zipper pulls and the eyes of the cable, wrapped around the tree. So elegant — one little lock can do all that, can create such excitement even while it just sits there, not even locked. So – A synapse fired inside me. I reached down and locked that darned lock shut. Though not yet bound or gagged, I was, at the very least, now going to be unclothed for the duration of the trip to the front of the park to retrieve Lock “1” and return to the bag. Holy mackerel, I thought. So much for small steps! I had just accomplished the biggest part of the scenario – the *first *part – and so now I was irreversibly naked in a public place, and I was gonna have to do some hiking in that state. Well, well, well. The $64,000 Question: do I next go for broke and just put on the cuffs? Other than the risk of falling down, or of not being able to swat away an insect, or of not being able to push branches out of my way (which otherwise would have been a reasonable consideration), I thought it wouldn’t make too much difference whether my hands were cuffed behind me if I was discovered than if they weren’t. Sure, I suppose I would have had to hope that my discoverer would be able (and willing) to remove the ball gag so I could attempt to come up with some bogus “explanation”, but maybe that would be part of the fun. I further suppose I could have begun hoping that the discoverer would be an attractive female bondage enthusiast who would have been turned on by the discovery of her new playtoy, and would have, ahem, chosen to do the Right Thing? But I doubted it would go that way. That only happens…well, that probably never happens. Regardless. Small steps. I wrapped one cuff around my right wrist. I used one member o

I locked the second piece of Lockset to my wrist and a small connecting ring. Done. That one was staying on. Halfway there. The other cuff might not have locked, but I could still travel, just uncuffed from that side. At this point, I don’t remember exactly what I was thinking. Maybe I figured all the risks were already accounted for and wouldn’t be any worse today than any other day. Or maybe my mind had gone blank entirely. Whatever it was, I wrapped the second cuff around my left wrist, reached behind me, threaded the other part of Lockset “2” through the connecting ring, and blindly searched for the locking hasp. Now that I definitely wanted to lock it — at least until those next few seconds passed while asking myself “WTF are you doing?”— I realized that if I accidentally closed the cuff without catching the ring, or locked around the ring but missed the hasp, I’d be stuck because my keys were inside the knapsack. I worked fast but carefully, wanting to make sure I succeeded. I fiddled with it until I found what I needed. Click. I got it. Then it hit me: I was now — for better or worse — ball gagged, completely naked and trapped in cuffs, facing at least a full mile of uneven terrain through public space before being free again. What could I do? Listen to my heart pounding loudly? Hope not to start hyperventilating with the ball gag fixed firmly in place? Hope that all those “outdoor stories” on this forum are real, and avoid discovery and arrest? Move forward. That’s what I did. And as you know, that was basically all I could do. It felt like every step, especially crunching over leaves, sounded enormous. With my heartbeat ringing in my ears, movement masked other noises, so I started stopping every few strides to listen for others’ footsteps. Realizing this was a bit ridiculous, I decided instead to stick mostly to the side of the trail and peer as far ahead as possible, giving myself the best chance at spotting someone before they spotted me, ready to crash into the underbrush if needed. I kept scanning left and right to ensure no one was on adjacent trails (since they run close together sometimes) and checked private property areas too. Fortunately, having walked around with my hands cuffed behind me many times, balance wasn’t an issue. But I had to watch where I stepped because tripping would be disastrous; besides the risk of injury, how much more foolish would I look if discovered covered in mud? Meanwhile, your senses seem to heighten significantly when detecting nearby people is so crucial in such a silly situation. I did stop occasionally to listen. Once, I was certain I heard a dog barking and froze solid. My heart rate surged back up like a jackhammer – this could be real trouble. If the locals didn’t mind dogs off-leash and my pooch found me, it might spell a sad, failed ending for this adventure. But perhaps I just heard a neighbor’s dog? That wouldn’t quite get me out of the woods yet, but at least that creature was likely accustomed to preserve sounds and wasn’t sprinting after everything. I stayed still a moment longer before realizing there was no choice but to keep going. Thankful that nothing indicated pursuit.

t now I was approaching the stretch where I would be nearest to exposure, when I had to descend the mostly straight trail toward the parking lot to reach Point “A” and retrieve the key for Lock “1”. The path sloped down slightly and only bent left about ten feet before reaching the lot. Anybody entering that area would round the corner with little warning, potentially spotting me directly ahead within the thousand feet I needed to cover on my way out and back. I tried listening for people, but could mostly just hear noises from the road. The alternative route parallel to the trail through the brush wasn’t great because juvenile pine trees lined both sides all the way down; they were hard to navigate without hands to help push them aside, yet didn’t offer much concealment either. I had five hundred feet to descend and another five hundred to climb back up. One thousand of the most precarious feet for me during this entire adventure. Once more, what could I do? I moved down the hill as swiftly as safely possible, keeping my eyes fixed on that bend in the trail for any sign of clothing or a person approaching. When I reached the fallen tree trunk where I’d left the key under it, I hoped I hadn’t miscalculated how restricted my reach was with my hands cuffed behind me, but I hadn’t. It only required kneeling to grab it. At that point, I told myself two things:

1. Whatever you do, do not drop this key. If you let go of it, you might never find it again, and then you will have to enter the parking lot itself for your safety key.
2. GET THE HELL BACK UP THAT TRAIL. With that thought in mind, I turned and began running as fast as I could over the uneven ground back up the hill toward safer cover. I wish I could say something exciting happened on my return, but nothing did. I got slightly lost, which seemed kind of funny to me, though I knew all trails led generally where I needed to go as long as I didn’t turn completely around. By then, I assumed no one had come in after me and somehow passed within the preserve without seeing me, so I stopped listening quite as often, but still kept my eyes scanning up the trail. When I returned to where I’d locked the bag, a familiar moment of panic struck when I realized there are two sets of locks from the same manufacturer as Lock “1”. Imagine if I had brought the wrong keys? Then not only would this one fail to work, but so too would the safety lock — and I would be knocking on someone’s door in the nearby private property seeking release. Fortunately, I had checked this countless times before leaving home, so everything was fine. I opened the bag, found the cuff keys, and freed myself. Then I got dressed as quickly as possible, even before removing the gag, because I didn’t want to make it through all of this only to be caught at the very end! Checking my cell phone, I saw I had been out in nature for a bit over an hour, and walking back (now fully clothed, uncuffed, and ungagged) with my portable GPS, I discovered I’d covered a little over a mile (after getting slightly lost). It was a great rush throughout the whole experience, and I was very thankful not to have been caught. And so now I ask those of you who have successfully done similar outdoor SB adventures: what is next? How do you get that same thrill each time? Do you extend the scenario or increase the risk, or something else? I’m trying to figure out my next move. I guess I’d sort of hope to encounter a situation like the one Cindy123 wrote about on the community website, where someone did come up the trail and she had to hide for several hours. Imagine how amazingly heart-pounding that must have been! I hope I didn’t burn myself out after my one attempt and getting away with it. Questions, comments, suggestions, please. Thank you for reading this far. Enjoy your own adventures and be safe!