Backyard bondage

It was quite warm outside that day. I drove four large stakes deep into the ground (I spaced them out so my limbs were fully spread). A big ballgag went in my mouth, and one pair of handcuffs connected to each post. After locking my ankles and then wrists into those cuffs, I lay there completely stretched out on chains in the backyard. The gag did its job as drool trickled down my face. Suddenly it hit me that I couldn’t pull the stakes loose, leaving me fairly helpless. Wearing shorts and a tank top, squirming around made ants start crawling over me. A few bites here and there—what is a little torture in bondage? My wife returned about two hours later; after teasing me a bit more she finally released me. Being bound, tormented, and humiliated… what could be better? More to come. I really get quite daring with my self-bondage setups.