Caught Playing In Woods 1

Caught while playing in the woods    part 1

This is a recording of events regarding the second time I was caught. The first time occurred when I was first experimenting with bondage. In this situation there is a significant back story that leads to my being discovered.

Some background info. My parents were friends with people who owned cabins near a winery in Virginia. We went there monthly in the summer. I hiked and played in the forest while they attended concerts and drank. As I and my interest grew I found wonderful places to play bondage games, so cultivated my own friendship with the owners. That friendship evolved into my being able to visit the grounds when closed and trading work for private time.

About me;  I’m right at 6’ tall, athletic build, 34C and long dark brown hair. I possess two intimate features that make things awkward in a locker room setting, but wonderful when I’m playing bondage games. I have huge nipples in length and girth and a protruding vulva with large clit, making them so easy and enjoyable(?)  to punish!

The inspiration;  While visiting a site that featured pencil drawings I discovered one that completely captured my attention. It was a drawing of a female war prisoner being tortured in bondage. I was fascinated by the complexity and severity of the bondage. After a closer look I realized it was well drawn, but unrealistic. That immediately put my brain in motion to make it possible With the help of my wonderful fabricator friend some devices were made and the goal was achieved.

Deciding the perfect place to undertake this bondage adventure was the cabins, I set that plan in motion. I arranged to have ten days there alone in exchange for prepping the cabins for the summer. I worked my derriere off the first few days ensuring plenty of time to set up and play.

The cabins;  imagine a D lying on its flat side on the side of a mountain surrounded by forest. The washhouse is in the middle of the flat with seven cabins above it around the curved part. The inside portion of the D is a grassy area a little bigger than a football field. A driveway from a locked gate to where the curve and flat part of D meet is about ¼ mile. Its VERY private. A two mile path goes from the lower left, through the forest and reenters the grounds at lower right.

Play setting;  about two hundred yards(?) from the trail head there is a path that goes right about eighty feet along a tiny creek. It appears to dead end at a fallen tree. However, going around the tree and walking in the creek around a bend leads to a wonderful open area. The creek flows in the middle with the left side being flat, damp and full of forest debris. The right is flat for about fifteen or twenty feet then goes uphill.

A few days before “the big day” I took equipment out to the spot, always taking a little time for play. Excitement and anticipation grew day by day. It was going to be a thrill, but it was also going to be dangerous and painful. I’m sure some, even myself in a lucid moment, would call it stupid. I absolutely DO NOT recommend anyone doing anything like this alone. That said, I went ahead with my plans checking all my plans and then rechecking and then double checking my recheck and although I knew better, I proceeded. I do consider myself fortunate to have survived and be able to enjoy the memory and to tell the story.

On Thursday morning I went over every aspect again making sure all was ready. I hadn’t eaten much for a couple days to put me in the right frame of mind as I was supposed to be a prisoner of war. I did however drink plenty of water which later served as part of the experience. I walked naked to the spot and prepared for the return ordeal.  

My torture apparatus had two metal curved pieces that went over my shoulders like a pack rack. Due to every other part being extremely painful, these were padded. Two metal arms with eye rings at the end extended from the shoulder harness past my breast eight inches. A flat piece of mental that extended down the back from head to mid thigh, pressing into butt cheeks, was connected to the shoulder harness. Connected to that at mid back was a log 16” in circumference. There was a swivel brace at the bottom and a stick 4” in cir was attached to that. A spreader held my knees 12” apart. A chain, connected by thumb cuffs ran between my big toes. String was tied to four rings in my outer labia. The strings were tied around my thighs stretching my vagina wide open. The stick attached to the swivel was pulled up between my legs and forced as deep as possible into my vaginal opening between my labia pushing firmly against my mons. The stick extended ten inches beyond my vagina and a rope was tied to the end with two running ends. The running ends went up and were first tied to a collar and then around my neck accomplishing two objectives. The stick being held firmly against my vulva and making it slightly difficult to breath.

My inner labia were pulled around the outside of the stick. Flat clamps with waffle pads that bit deeply and firmly were attached to my inner labia. A one pound weight was attached to both stretching my inner labia painfully around and snug against the stick. With every movement the weights swung and pulled my labia against the rough bark. Clover clamps pinched my nipples and each was tied to a cord that went through the eye rings with a two pound weight affixed dangling about fifteen inches below the ring. Twelve clothespins adorned each breast pinching different thicknesses of skin so they would ache at different times and intensity. A stick, complete with bark and dirt served as a gag. It was tied to the metal piece forcing my head into a rigid upright position making it impossible to see my feet or the ground right in front of me. I had to plan my movements by looking far ahead and then by feel.

My arms went over the log at my back. With wrist in cuffs my hands were pulled forward forcing the log into my back. The chain connecting the cuffs sunk deep into the soft flesh of my midsection. A string was tied from the chain to a clover clamp pinching my clit and stretching it upward in a constant state of pain. A knot on the stick was positioned to push against my clit from underneath. As I was about to secure the last lock I paused in excited anticipation and terror filled trepidation. I almost backed out, but quickly pushed the lock closed. There was nothing to do now, but get to the cabin and retrieve the key that would free me. It sounds so simple when said that way, HOWEVER. . .

The aching had already started in most areas and the pain started as soon as I moved. Walking or waddling was awkward and the toe cuffs felt like they were cutting into my toes each time I put my foot down. Those damn enemy soldiers sure knew how to torture a girl. Not being able to look down made walking in that little creek extremely difficult. Every placement of my foot was uneven and the rocks pressed the cuffs hard against my toes. The clamps scraped my inner labia against the stick as the stick chafed my vaginal opening and clit. The swinging bouncing weights attached to my nipple clamps constantly yanked my nipples and drool mixed with dirt flowed from my mouth like Niagara falls soaking my breast and torso.

I was so glad to reach the trail, but knew the worst was yet to come. On the trail it was just more of the same, which doesn’t come anywhere near articulating the difficulty and pain involved. However, there was a part that needs more commentary. I had set up a trail block so I would be forced off the trail to bushwhack / traverse the forest without benefit of path. I had to cross about twenty-five yards of woods before getting on the path again. It was hilly and debris laden. Walking on, over or around sticks, limbs, rocks and bushes caused the pain in every area of my body to increase to immeasurable quantities. There were a couple times I seriously thought I was going to pass out, but I had to escape the enemy.

The possibility of passing out might have also been from not eating. I was feeling pretty hungry when starting, but it was during this bushwhacking phase that it really hit me. I was so hungry it was difficult to concentrate. The underbrush was fairly thick and my naked body was poked and scratched by thorns, bushes and trees. Several times the cord at my nipples would catch on something jerking my nipples severely. The worst however, was when the chain between my toes or the spreader would get hooked. I couldn’t see so had to figure it out by feel, painful feel! Maneuvering made the weights swing more causing even greater pain to labia and nipples. The clothespins biting my breast were really getting to me. In a fit of madness I rubbed my breast against a tree to dispatch them. I managed to lose a couple, but really only managed to scrape my breast as though I’d rubbed them with sandpaper and it seemed the clothes pined pinched skin only hurt worse. Not every plan works out.

Then in the midst of that unyielding painfully brutal trek the need to relieve myself struck. The liquid had trouble getting past the limb and in doing so sprayed everywhere. I shuddered in embarrassed shame as it sprayed my abdomen and ran down my legs. Even alone in the woods that was a degrading experience. However, I love going through it because it confirms and reinforces my captivity and helplessness. By time I reached the path I was covered in scratches, drool, pee, sweat and tears. I don’t remember when I started to cry, but it was a while before I managed to stop. Being on the path again mitigated the pain slightly and I pressed on toward the cabin.

As I was getting close to the cabins my attitude improved. I felt proud of myself for being able to bring that drawing to life and escaping the clutches of those horrible sadistic soldiers. I was proud of the fact that once more I had created for myself and survived a complex painful self bondage adventure. I was approaching the cabins with anticipatory joy until I heard a sound that horrified me. No, not a bear, although that is always in the back of my mind playing in the woods. It was human voices, male and female, talking and laughing. My mind raced in terror with many questions and concerns.  

I made my way as close as possible and discovered it was the owners son with a friend and a couple girls. He was supposed to be at school, but I guess this was a get away date. I wanted to hide, but there was no where and no way I could hide. Now there was a real live enemy. I just hoped they did not want to hike and would soon leave. I backed off a little, but where I could still hear them. Soon, but not near soon enough, as my body was screaming in pain, I overheard them say, “it had been fun but we need to get back.” My heart leaped in joy. I heard the car start and go out the drive. I immediately headed for my cabin. Going up that hill from the washhouse to my cabin was incredibly difficult. I suppose because I was so exhausted, hungry and in horrific pain.

I retrieved the key and unlocked my right hand. I breathed a sigh of relief as it removed the strain on my clit. I unlocked the left cuff and not thinking clearly, let the cuffs and chain fall. They fell to one side of the stick yanking my clit viciously with extreme sadistic force. I screamed and cursed myself.

I was exceptionally careful removing the rest of my bondage although it did nothing to diminish the pain. My nipples screamed in agony when the clamps were removed and I could hardly get the stick out from between my legs. Taking the rest of the clothespins off my breast was also a torturous undertaking. I checked myself with a mirror and it looked as if I had scrubed with steel wool. After everything was removed I had to gingerly walk bow legged to get to the washhouse to take a shower. I was there for over an hour.

By time I got back to the cabin the acute pain was pretty much a dull ache, but I felt very satisfied with myself. After eating I laid spread out on the bed. I usually like to wait a day or two before evaluating the experience so I read some and went to sleep.

The next morning I was feeling good although my tortured flesh was very tender. I needed to retrieve my toys and certainly didn’t care to wear clothes and could not resist the urge for a little more bondage. I handcuffed my wrist behind my back and went off naked into the woods to retrieve my equipment.

           B4P