Bound in the Park

I’ve been practicing selfbondage since I was a kid. Last night, I tried something bold and thrilling for me: going outdoors to get chained up in the middle of the night. It was 2 AM, so I gathered some simple essentials like chains, a padlock, keys, and most importantly, my bell anklet. I strapped the anklet around my sexy ankle and headed out with those items. I loved the tinkling sound of the bells as I walked toward the park. The night was quiet except for that musical chiming—dark yet peaceful. I strolled around to make sure no one was nearby before reaching a stone table, which would be where I hid my keys. I tucked them under the table in a corner and then walked about 100 meters away into an open field area.

There wasn’t much light aside from some moonlight. I uncoiled the chains and padlock: one end attached to my right ankle, the other to my left, while a second chain looped behind my back to secure both wrists. Once the locks clicked shut, escape was impossible without walking all the way back to the table for the keys. I could feel the cold metal around my hands and feet as I slowly struggled across the field. My anklet kept tinkling, and the clinking of chains heightened my excitement. The chain between my legs was short enough to make every step slow but deliberate.

I worried someone might spot me, yet there was no choice but to return for the keys. It took about 20 minutes to get back to the table and free myself. Lucky I wasn’t discovered, so I made a quiet journey home. I hope to have more opportunities to practice bondage outdoors soon.