A Self-Exciting Self-Bondage Hike
Copyright Abrank 2010 July

   
 

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

 
A Self-Exciting Self-Bondage Hike
Abrank
2010 July
 
 
Claudia leaned back against the trunk of the windbent tree. She should have been admiring the magnificent view of the distant mountains, their crests rising peak beyond peak as they receded into the blue haze of the far distant horizon. But instead she was full of doubts and wondering whether to proceed.
 
She was on her first self-bondage hike in public. It was 10:30 am on a beautiful cloudless Saturday morning and she had only walked about fifty yards of the trail before leaving and finding this secluded spot. According to her plan she should now handcuff her hands behind her back, return to the trail and hike to the top of the mountain where she had hidden her keys the previous weekend.
 
As she had planned she had parked her car in the parking lot just off the Blue Ridge Parkway. The first doubts had occurred as she entered the trail and a young man had accosted her, “You’re not planning to walk in those are you?” He was referring to her boots, which were knee-high lace-up ones with high heels.
 
He was an attractive youth, athletic looking with a suntanned face under unkempt light brown hair. So instead of telling him to mind his own business she replied, “Well, I was planning to go a little way.”
 
“The trail’s quite rough, you ought to be wearing hiking boots.”
 
The man had a girlfriend, who was looking at Claudia with some hostility. She had some reason to; Claudia was a beautiful girl and the man was obviously attracted to her. Claudia was wearing hiking shorts, cut very high, and a tight top pulled even tighter by the straps of her backpack to clearly reveal the outline of her nipples and the barbells that pierced them. The top was loose around her waist, as it had to be to conceal the steel waistband of her chastity belt.
 
“I’m afraid of snakes, and I thought these would protect me more.” This was partially true, Claudia was afraid of snakes, but the main motivation for the high heels was to make the hike a little more difficult and so more exciting. She had read an account of someone who had done a bondage hike in high heel shoes and had managed to remove them when the path became too rough. Claudia didn’t want to have that option so had chosen boots that she would be unable to remove. Besides, the trail was not that steep and she was sure she would be able to manage despite the opinion of the man who now confronted her.
 
“We better get going,” said the man’s girlfriend touching his arm, “We don’t want to be late.”
 
“Stick to the trails, you don’t usually find snakes on them,” said the man ignoring his companion.
 
“Thank you, I’ll do that.”

“Come on honey,” said the girl to the man taking his arm. Turning to Claudia she said, “Nice meeting you, I hope you have a great hike.”
 
The man said, “Yes, nice meeting you.” He then turned with some apparent reluctance to his companion and they set off along the trail.
 
Claudia stood and watched them. She knew the man would much rather be with her than with his companion. Men were so different to her; they seemed to jump like fleas from one girl to any other they found more attractive, not bothering to find out what the girl was really like. Claudia was different; she wanted to know something about a man before even beginning a relationship.
 
She sighed, shook her head, and then set out along the trail following them. After fifty yards she turned off the trial to the secluded spot where she had planned to complete her bondage. She took off her backpack and sat down on a rock. Leaning against a tree she took her handcuffs and a padlock out of her backpack and fondled them, deep in thought. The man was right, the trail was rocky. If she handcuffed herself and then slipped and fell she wouldn’t be able to protect herself. Worse, if she sprained her ankle she would be helpless, she wouldn’t be able to move and anyone who helped her would discover her bondaged state. What could she say to explain it? Few would believe she was doing it for pleasure.
 
As she stroked her handcuffs she realized that although she was committed to the walk, she was not committed to the handcuffs or to the major orgasmic torment she had planned. She could simply walk to the top of the mountain, and then descend a little way to where she had hidden the small steel cashbox containing her car and handcuff keys. She could extract the key to the cashbox from the keyring that was attached to the front of her chastity belt. This would give her access to her car key, and she could drive back to her apartment where she had left the keys to her chastity belt.
 
If she handcuffed her hands as planned, then her task was more difficult and a lot more interesting. She would first padlock the handcuffs to the back of her chastity belt and then lock her wrists in them. By holding them up behind her back the handcuffs would be concealed by her backpack. If she were careful, she would be able to reach the cashbox without anyone discovering her bondage. But she would not be able to unlock it without first giving herself several orgasms.
 
Her chastity belt held a vibrating dildo in her vagina. She had rewired this so that the on/off switch was at the back of her chastity belt. The vibrator battery also powered a miniature relay holding its contacts open. The current to the relay bypassed the switch. If she did nothing the vibrator battery would discharge through the relay, taking about 30 hours to do so. The relay contacts would then close connecting a small 9-volt battery to a miniature linear actuator attached to the front of her belt. This would retract from a metal loop freeing a keyring to which was attached the key to the cashbox. She would then be able to pull the key to her hands using an attached string.
 
If she switched the vibrator on and left it on, the vibrator battery would discharge in about an hour and a half which would release the key. So in order to free herself in a reasonable time she needed to turn the vibrator on. This would give her repeated orgasms and she knew she could not stand to have it run continuously. Her orgasms would be visible to others on the trail, and if particularly intense might even make her fall down. She had chosen to make the walk along a popular trail on a nice weekend day so there would be many people around. After turning the vibrator on, she would have to turn it off just before orgasm, and also when other people were nearby since the vibrator was a powerful one and made an audible buzzing. Thus, she might be doing the walk excited almost to the point of orgasm all the way!
 
She thought she would be safe on the walk; her bondage was not visible to casual passersby. The wiring from the dildo was taped to the inside of her chastity belt and inaccessible to her handcuffed hands so she couldn’t cheat. The 9-volt battery and relay were concealed inside a hollow anal plug held securely in her ass by her chastity belt. The linear actuator attached to the side of the front shield was taped over and made smooth so it didn’t show through her short hiking shorts.
 
In case anything went wrong, she had hidden duplicate keys in two separate concealed cashboxes. Keys to both were attached to the keyring that was secured in front of her. She was quite confident walking in her high heels, despite the man’s warning. The only problem would be running the battery down without giving herself visible public orgasms.
 
She reached behind her back and flipped the vibrator switch. It immediately came to life. It was a powerful one and she not only felt its incredibly erotic pulsations but could clearly hear the buzzing sound it made. She quickly became aroused, but before reaching orgasm turned it off. ‘I don’t want to reward myself if I’m going to chicken out of my walk,’ she thought. ‘Besides, it’s cheating to have orgasms here in seclusion.’
 
But she was now so turned on and so eager to experience the walk that she had long planned that she went ahead and completed her bondage. She padlocked the center link of the handcuffs to the ring at the back of her chastity belt, and slipped her hands into the cuffs, tightening each one.
 
A rush of adrenaline flooded into her as soon as she was trapped in inescapable bondage, and carried her over the edge into a full blown orgasm. She leant helplessly against the tree as she gave herself up to it, rocking her pelvis and feeling the two large plugs inside her.
 
As she came down from her high she thought the whole trip was worthwhile, just for that one great orgasm. She looked around; her hiding place was still undiscovered and she had been unobserved. She stood up and carefully made her way back to the trail.
 
No one was in sight so she flipped the vibrator switch on and began to walk along the trial. She was still aroused and after a short while could feel another orgasm building. She turned the vibrator off. But the sensations of the two plugs moving inside her as she walked were too much and the orgasm kept building. An older couple approached from ahead so Claudia stood still and tried to suppress the orgasm. It was too late and the orgasm overwhelmed her. She tried to quench it by pulling on her handcuffs until her wrists hurt, but it didn’t work; the powerful waves of the climax racked her body. It was a big one and she had to take a step to keep her balance.
 
“Are you all right?” the woman asked with concern as she approached.
 
Yes. I’m, I’m admiring the view,” Claudia gasped.
 
The woman stopped. “Are you sure?”
 
“Yes, I’m fine. It’ll pass,” Claudia said, gaining control of herself.
 
“You don’t look so well,” the woman observed.
 
“I’m fine, I have a friend ahead,” Claudia lied. “I’ll be OK.”
 
“Well be careful, and turn back if you feel another attack coming.”
 
“Yes, I will. Thank you,” Claudia said and, as her orgasm had subsided, started to walk along the trail. ‘There’s no way I can turn back,’ she thought.
 
As she walked she felt the movement of the plugs inside her. She walked fast, taking big steps to show the lady that she was indeed OK. But walking this way made the plugs excite her, so she soon slowed down. She didn’t need any extra stimulation if she were to turn the vibrator on without climaxing. She passed a group of hikers returning from the summit and then felt safe to turn the vibrator on. She turned it off after only ten seconds; she could feel herself getting aroused.
 
For the next half hour she played with herself, walking slowly and turning the vibrator off and on and keeping herself at a medium level of arousal. She turned it off as she passed people coming the other way, and would often stop to allow people to overtake her. Several people greeted her, but no one attempted to get into a conversation. It was exciting and frustrating; her body desperately wanted another orgasm. So, when the trail was clear of people she gave herself one. She leaned against a tree and turned the vibrator on. She let it run through the climax that quickly followed. It was another giant one and she wished she were wearing a gag so she could scream in ecstasy. The orgasm was prolonged and she felt her juices leaking out and wetting the inside of her thigh.
 
“Shit!” she said to herself, turning the vibrator off and looking down to see if her shorts were visibly stained. They were not. Partially relieved she stood upright and continued her hike.
 
The trail from the parking lot to the summit of the mountain was only a mile and a half, but she was making such slow progress she thought it might take her a couple of hours to get there. Were she able to keep the vibrator on for most of the time, she would be able to run the battery down long before she got there, but she could only run it for brief bursts and the battery would still have a lot of life left in it. She guessed she had only had it on for a total of five to ten minutes. ‘When I get to my box,’ she thought, ‘I’ll lie down in a secluded place and just let the vibrator run, no matter what, till it dies. Until then I better not have any more orgasms.’
 
She resumed walking, running the vibrator for only a few seconds at a time.
 
After five minutes she looked down and found part of the crotch of her shorts had darkened with the wetness of her juices. It was not too visible and she hoped it would soon dry. ‘Meanwhile there’s nothing I can do about it so I’ll pretend it doesn’t exist,’ she told herself.
 
She passed two groups of hikers coming the other way. The first group greeted her but did not stare at her shorts so she assumed they didn’t notice. But one guy in the second group did stare at her. ‘I’ll pretend he’s admiring my legs,’ she told herself and greeted him with a “Hi.” He looked up at her in surprise and said “Hi’ in return.
 
The next person she encountered was the girlfriend of the man who had spoken to her earlier. She had a thoughtful look and was walking quickly. She passed by without acknowledging Claudia or even glancing at her. ‘I wonder what happened,’ Claudia thought. ‘Maybe they had a fight.’
 
Claudia ran the vibrator a few more times, but only in bursts of a few seconds and keeping it off as she passed other people.
Then she met the man who had spoken to her. He stopped and said, “Hi again. I didn’t think you’d make it this far.”
 
“Slow but sure,” Claudia replied. She did not smile; she did not want to get into another conversation. She had her mission to accomplish which was proving more difficult than she had anticipated.
 
“Do you mind if I walk with you?”
 
Claudia didn’t want that, but it seemed too rude to say no, so replied, “What happened to your girlfriend?”
 
“Oh, we had a big fight. It’s over.”
 
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
 
“Don’t be; it’s been coming for a long time.”
 
“Well I saw her walking back down the trail. I think you better go after her; the least you can do is drive her home.”
 
“Oh, she drove here. She’ll be OK.”
 
“What about you?”
 
“No problem. I’ll just hitch a ride.”
 
‘You’re not riding with me,’ Claudia thought. Out loud she said, “If I were her I’d wait for you. She would want to drive you home.”
 
“Not her, she’s a bitch and we had a pretty big fight.”
 
“Well you should see how she is anyway. You know, just to make she she’s OK.”
 
“No. She’ll be OK.”
 
“Well I’m going on to the summit.”
 
“I’ll walk back with you if you don’t mind.”
 
“When I get there I’m going to sit and meditate,” Claudia said. To herself she said, ‘For meditate read masturbate.’ “It’s going to be a long time before I come back down.”
 
“I don’t mind, I can wait.”
 
‘He’s a persistent bastard,’ Claudia thought. Out loud she said, “I want to be alone when I meditate.”
 
“I get the feeling that you don’t want me to walk with you,” the man said. (‘At last!’ Claudia thought.) “But I’m concerned for you. You don’t look safe in those boots. I’m going to follow you anyway in case you fall and need help.”
 
“Look,” Claudia said, “I thank you for your concern. But I’m OK, really I am. I don’t want to be rude but you don’t seem to take the hint. I want to be alone and don’t want you or anyone else walking with me. Do I make myself clear?”
 
“Yes, very,” said the man. “Ok, I won’t follow you.”
 
He remained standing still as Claudia resumed her walk. ‘Men!’ she thought. ‘They can be so dumb.’ She didn’t look back; she didn’t want to encourage him.
 
Her arousal had completely subsided so she was able to run the vibrator for a longer period before once more turning it off.
 
She reached the summit. There were a number of people sitting and admiring the view. She looked around and was thankful that the man had not followed her. She began her descent toward the place where she had hidden her keys. Walking downhill was a lot more difficult than walking up, her slender heels touched the rocks first and they were much less stable than the wider front of her boots.
 
When she was out of sight of the summit she reached for the switch to turn the vibrator on. As she did so the rock onto which she was stepping moved and she lost her balance. She tried to recover but fell, landing hard on the left side of her chest. Fortunately she managed to keep her head from hitting the rocks, but her shoulder hurt from the impact. Looking down she saw she had scraped the skin from the side of her left knee. “Shit,” she said. “Now all I have to do is meet that guy and he’ll say ‘I told you so!’”
 
She sat up and lay back on the rocks. The position was not uncomfortable. ‘This seems as good a place as any to meditate,’ she thought. ‘Bring it on, let’s get it over with.’ She flipped the switch to turn the vibrator on.
 
Nothing happened. She flipped the switch several times, but the vibrator did not turn on. ‘Perhaps the battery’s dead,’ she thought hopefully but not really believing it. She pulled on the string that led to the keyring but nothing happened, it was still firmly held by the actuator. She swore to herself, annoyed with herself for falling. She realized she must have held the switch as she was falling, wrenched it and loosened one of the wires.
 
For the next several minutes she tried moving the switch and flipping it on and off, but could not turn the vibrator on. As she gradually gave up hope of bringing it to life, the gravity of her predicament dawned on her. The total time she had run the vibrator was for only about fifteen minutes. This meant she had a whole day to go before the battery ran down and freed her keys. The duplicate keys were also inaccessible; the keys to both cashboxes were on the key ring secured firmly in front of her, under her shorts. She couldn’t get back into her car and so would have to spend the night out in the open on top of the mountain. It would get very cold and she was dressed only in short shorts and a thin top. She would freeze and might even die. She had to get help.
 
She decided she would go back to the summit and ask someone there, ideally a young woman, to help her. She would say her boyfriend had played a trick on her. She would ask her to put her hands under the front of her shorts, unhook the keys from the keyring and put them in her hands. It was something she hated to do, but could see no other alternative.
 
After several more unsuccessful attempts to turn the vibrator on, she stood up and began to climb back up the mountain to the summit. Her leg was bleeding and blood was trickling down her leg and over her boot. She felt less steady and less confidant, than before, so proceeded very slowly.
 
She found about ten people at the summit, among them the man she least wanted to meet. He approached her and asked, “Did you finish mediating?” He looked at her leg but didn’t say anything. She was grateful for that.
 
“I haven’t begun yet,” she replied. She didn’t know what to say to get him to go away. Now that she had fallen she felt in a weaker position to demand anything from him.
 
He was silent for a few seconds, and then said, “You know; there’s something very strange about you. Why do you always keep your hands behind your back?”
 
“It’s a secret,” she said and then, gaining courage, continued, “If you promise to do what I say and keep it a secret, I’ll tell you.”
 
“I promise.”
 
“You’ll promise to do exactly what I say?”
 
“As long as it not illegal or dangerous, sure.”
 
“OK, then first we must find a buried treasure. Take my arm and help me walk down there,” she said nodding in the direction of her buried cashbox.
 
The man seemed surprised, and looked at her as if she were crazy, but he took her right arm and helped her walk down the rocky slope. “My name’s Zak,” he said, “What’s yours?”
 
“Claudia.”
 
“Pleased to meet you Claudia. Where are we going?”
 
“You’ll see.”
 
Claudia stumbled but the man held her arm and prevented her falling. In doing so he must have realized that her right hand was stuck unusually tightly behind her back, for he felt along her forearm until he came to the handcuff around her wrist. “What this?” he said and lifted her backpack to get a better look.
 
Claudia felt relieved that her secret was partially revealed. Now she didn’t have to worry about how to tell him. “Yes, my hands are handcuffed. We’re going to get the key.” She felt nervous; would Zak now take advantage of her? She looked back up the hill, she could still see people. She could scream for help if anything went wrong. She had wanted to reveal her bondage to him while still in sight of other people, but had not had the courage to do so.
 
“Who did this to you?”
 
“I did it to myself. It’s a personal dare.”
 
“Why? It seems dangerous. You might meet someone like me who will take advantage of you.”
 
“It didn’t seem dangerous when I planned it. But something went wrong and now I can’t get the key.”
 
“So you need me to get the key for you?”
 
“Yes.”
 
“And what do I get in return?”
 
‘Here it comes,’ thought Claudia. “If you’re good and do exactly as I say, then I’ll go out on a date with you.”
 
“It’s a deal,” replied Zak. “What do you want me to do?”
 
Claudia didn’t really want to go out on a date with Zak, but it seemed like the best way out of her current predicament. “First we have to get the handcuff keys. They’re down there.”
 
Zak helped her walk, holding more tightly onto her arm than before. Claudia was glad of the support, but didn’t want to admit it.
 
They reached the stone covering the cash box. She got Zak to move the stone and extract the box from the crevice underneath. “It’s locked,” he said. “Do you have the key?”
 
“Yes,” Claudia said. “It’s in front of me, under my shorts. You’ll find two keys on a keyring. One of them fits the lock.”
 
Zak tried to put his hand down under the waist band of her shorts, but her belt was too tight. He undid her belt and then put his hand down. Claudia didn’t say anything; she looked into the distance and tried not to think of what was happening. She squeezed her vagina, felt the big penis inside her and suddenly felt sexy; a big muscular man was standing close in front of her, breathing on her neck and groping inside her shorts near her private parts, and there was nothing she could do about it.
 
“You’ve got a lot of stuff down there. Is that a chastity belt I feel?”
 
“Yes.”
 
“Are its keys in the box?”
 
“Fortunately for me, no. Only the keys to my handcuffs.”
 
“So where are its keys? Does your boyfriend have them?”
 
“Never you mind. Just get the keys you can feel.”
 
“I can feel the keys, but they seem to be stuck. Do you mind if I pull your shorts down so I can see what I’m doing?”
 
“Go ahead.”
 
He pulled her shorts down, removed the keys from the keyring and bent down to try one in the keyhole of the box.
 
“Can you pull my shorts back up please,” Claudia asked, feeling embarrassed to be standing with her chastity belt exposed.
 
“Sure,” said Zak, “But don’t worry, you’re well protected.” He pulled her shorts up and rebuckled her belt.
 
“Thank you Zak,” Claudia said. It was the first time she had said his name. It sounded good as she said it.
 
“Don’t mention it,” Zak said and unlocked the cashbox to reveal the keys inside.
 
“Put the handcuff key in my hand,” Claudio ordered nervously. This was the critical step towards her freedom, and she prayed that Zak would do it.
 
Zak placed the key in her right hand and she quickly unlocked the handcuffs with practiced fingers. She stretched her arms and for the first time in a long time felt relieved of her worries.
 
“How were you supposed to get those keys?” Zak asked. “I’m sure you weren’t relying on someone like me to get them for you.”
 
“No,” said Claudia, smiling for the first time. “I had a switch at my back to open that electric bolt, but something went wrong.” She didn’t want to tell him about the plugs that were still locked inside her.
 
“You have a beautiful smile,” Zak remarked.
 
“Thank you. Now before we go on our date, I want to know more about you. Why did you have fight with your girlfriend?”
 
“It’s about my job. I’m an artist, and she says she wants me to get a real job. But I can’t work for someone else, I’ve gotta do my own thing.”
 
“What kind of artist are you?”
 
“I’m a potter, I make ornamental plates and vases and things out of clay. How about you, what do you do?”
 
“I’d like to be an artist too, but I’m a computer programmer. Steady job, not too exciting.”
 
As they were talking, Claudia unlocked the handcuffs from the back of her chastity belt and put them in her backpack; she didn’t want them visibly dangling as she walked back to her car.
 
They talked for a while then Zak said. “We better be going; it’s going to rain.”
 
Claudia looked up. Dark clouds had gathered even though there had been no rain in the forecast. Zak held her arm and helped her walk back up to the summit. There were no people around and they stopped. “Let me look at those handcuffs,” Zak said. Claudia took them out of her backpack and handed them to him. She wondered what he was going to do with them. She thought he might want to handcuff her and was surprised at herself, at her willingness to give him the handcuffs. “And the key,” Zak said. Claudia handed over the key with slightly more misgivings.
 
Zak pocketed the key then took her left hand and clicked a cuff closed around her wrist. Before she had time to protest he wound his right arm around her left arm and locked the other cuff around his right wrist. “There, now I’ve got you and you can’t escape from me,” Zak said.
 
“Indeed I can’t,” Claudia replied wondering what he was going to do next.
 
He held her arm and they set off walking toward the highway.
 
“What will your girlfriend say if she sees us like this?” Claudia asked,
 
“She’s not my girlfriend and I don’t care what she says. I’ve found you and I want to hang on to you, at least until our first date.”
 
“I hope you don’t want us to be handcuffed together until then,” Claudia said.
 
Zak abruptly stopped and took the handcuff key from his pocket. “I’m sorry. I thought it would be fun, but I didn’t consider your feelings.” He unlocked the handcuffs and handed them to her along with the key. “I’m sorry; I don’t know what came over me.”
 
“Don’t apologize. It was fun. Maybe someday I’ll let you handcuff me.”
 
“I’d like that,” said Zak.
 
It began to rain. “We’d better get moving,” Zak said. They walked along the trail. It was downhill and Claudia clung to Zak for support. Her clothes quickly became soaked through with the cold rain, but she didn’t mind.
 
They reached her car, the only one remaining in the parking lot. “Can I give you a lift?” Claudia asked.
 
“Thanks,” Zak replied, “I thought you’d never ask.”
 
They got into the car. “Where do you live?” Claudia asked. She was determined not to take him back to her apartment; it was untidy with bondage and other equipment strewn around.
 
“It’s North of Asheville. You don’t have to take me that far. I can get a ride.”
 
“It’s no problem,” Claudia replied.
 
“Let’s stop and get coffee on the way,” Zak said, “You must be cold; it’ll warm you up.”
 
“How can I go into a restaurant looking like this,” Claudia said patting her nipples which stood out through her wet top plainly showing the barbells that pierced them.
 
“I think you look really great,” replied Zak.
 
“You don’t look so bad yourself,” said Claudia. She felt sexy and squeezed the plugs inside her. For the first time that day she regretted not having put her chastity belt keys in the car. ‘I wonder what will happen on our first date,’ she thought as she drove through the rain towards Asheville. She found herself looking forward to it; the future seemed ripe with so many possibilities.
 
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