Another Walk
By Anonymous

   

Dear Anna,
I finally plucked up the courage (or stupidity) to do the long walk scenario. And now, I've finally gotten around to emailing you back. If the story is good, you can post it in the story section on the site. Just leave the name anonymous. Here goes...
 

Warning! This story might contain activities that might not be suitable in selfbondage. Please play safe.

 
I had been plucking up the courage for weeks to do the long walk. I started the whole adventure by putting on black zip-up high heeled shoes, hose, polka-dotted thong, rigid creamy colored corset (cinched as tight as I could possibly get it), clear blue ballgag, and then I tied a rope harness around my upper body. I attached handcuffs to the back of the harness, then I would be totally helpless once they were clicked shut.
 
I inserted a large butt plug (immediately uncomfortable). I had to tie a crotch rope just to keep it in. Then I duct taped by thighs together to shorten my stride, and it further threw off my balance. It was about midnight so everything was dark (except the street lights and the shining moon). I stepped out of my house and closed the door. I was so turned on, it was incredible. I stood there for a moment, in the cool night air, wondering what I had gotten myself into. Then without stopping to think things through, I reached behind my back and clicked my hands in the hanging handcuffs. I was completely stuck now. Furthermore, the harness was high up on my body, and forced my wrists to my upper back. I then had to slowly and uncomfortably walk out of up the street and had to cover the distance of a mile to an elementary school for the keys to the handcuffs.
 
Due to it being around midnight not too many cars drove by, but there were still many more than I wanted. I got terrified whenever I heard a car, and virtually dove into the bushes. As I walked, the only sound I heard was the loud sound of my heels clicking on the sidewalk. It was really unnerving, but sexy at the same time. The whole time, the butt plug was getting increasingly annoying and even more uncomfortable. The gag was hurting my jaw and caused me to drool down my chest. My arms were starting to hurt from the awkward angle. My breathing was still short from the tight corset, but there was nothing I could do to alleviate any of these problems. So on I continued slowly to the school. Finally, I arrived got there, got what I came to get. Now I could get back into the house... once I walked back. I realized with extreme frustration that I was only halfway through my ordeal.
 
The walk home seemed shorter overall, but I had my closest call when I was crossing a T intersection under a streetlight. I heard tires squealing and coming in my direction extremely fast. I panicked and, as fast as I could hobble, could only find cover behind some skimpy bush. My heart was racing as the car speed towards me. I didn't know what I would do if I was found dressed as I was, helpless, and a gag in so that I couldn't talk even if I wanted. I tried to hide myself, and was unbelievably relieved when the car took the turn and sped off into the night. I sat there for a little while trying to recover, then slowly continued my way home. Finally I arrived at the house and was able to enter. I got the keys to the handcuffs and freed my hands. The next thing to go was the buttplug, as it had been torturing me for the last I don't know how long. Then I plopped on the sofa from sheer exhaustion. I looked at the clock and it said 2:34. I had been bound like that for two and a half hours! It felt so good to be able to close my mouth, untie the ropes, and get out of all the restrictive clothing. Once I got cleaned up, I went to bed and fell asleep almost immediately. The whole experience was great and really turned me on.
 
Anonymous
 

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