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So I removed my clothes Outdoor self bondage stories put them in the knapsack, still unlocked. My ly subsided heartbeat started up like a jackhammer again — this could be definite trouble. Described quite lengthily, I should add. So — A synapse fired inside me. But for the excitement value, I left this key — the one I would be forced to retrieve — rather close to the lot, about feet away from the safety of the branching of the trails. That only happens…well, that probably never happens. Holy mackerelI thought. I stared at that for a few minutes. It was here that I had to decide whether to start with this whole ridiculous thing at all.

I stayed still a few moments longer, then realized I really had no choice but to keep moving anyway. I wish I could tell you that something exciting happened on the way back, but nothing did. I worked quickly, but carefully. Post a reply. One thousand of the riskiest feet for me to cover during the whole adventure. The interesting thing about this part of the trail is that it is almost essentially straight, which meant that I would be risking discovery by someone just entering it for the entire period that I would need to walk down it and back up while retrieving this key.

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Small steps. It was sure to be exciting, but disastrous beyond a doubt if I were to be discovered. The parking lot being, well, a parking lot, not to mention also being in full view of the road, then, to say that I would risk going to get this key only in a true emergency would be to understate the matter.

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I crouched there naked, staring at the bag and the lock again, waiting for an impulse to do something. Could still simply not lock on the other cuff Could still go about my travel, merely uncuffed. When I started to consider the site for an outdoor SB session, I thought about all the risks I could. I kept looking side to side to make sure no one was on a trail next to mine because they come close to each other at pointsat also to make sure no one on the private property areas was present.

So elegant -- one little lock can do all that, can create such excitement even while it just sits there, not even locked. Return to True Stories. The punishment of walking a mile or more in them I actually wanted to go through, but at the same time I knew they would be ruined by the dirt and mud, so I had to settle for boots instead. What could I do about it now, other than to listen to the sound of my heart absolutely pounding in my ears? But I doubted it would go that way. Only true stories please! So close -- the hasp of the lock threaded through both the Outdoor self bondage stories zipper pulls and the eyes of the cable, wrapped around the tree.

I first wrapped the cable around the tree and readied the cable eyes for locking the knapsack closed.

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I soon came to realize that this was somewhat ridiculous, so I thought instead that I would mostly try to stay towards the side of whatever trail I was on, and to peer as far ahead as possible, to give myself the best chance of seeing someone before they saw me, and to then go crashing into the underbrush.

Now, I told myself two things: 1 Whatever you do, do not drop this key. I wanted to make sure I got it. Yep, that felt great, as always. And I could just as happily be thinking this all over with it in properly strapped into place, not just sitting there on top of the bag, so in it went.

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I tried to hear for people, but all I could catch were sounds coming from the road. I only had to kneel a bit to get it. I moved as quickly as was safely possible down the hill, all the while focusing directly on that kink in the trail for any evidence of clothing or a person coming through. Plus, considering how long it took me to get to this point, the risk right now is that someone walked in immediately behind me, is coming all the way to this point, and has made the same time as I did over the terrain -- all rather unlikely.

But then it seemed possible that maybe I heard a dog from one of the nearby properties? I realized I hated to see a good ball gag go to waste. I found it.

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I figured I could at least walk through the scenario and if I chickened out at any point, I could always come back and do it some other time. Pulled tight. Halfway there. Imagine if I had brought the wrong set of keys? Once again, what could I do?

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I fiddled. I had five hundred feet to get down, and five hundred feet to get back up. There was the possibility of horseback riders coming in from this end, although I had never seen hoof prints on the trails near it, unlike on the ones near the front. Well, well, well. Anyone coming into the area would round the corner with almost no advance notice, and have the chance of spotting me directly ahead somewhere within the thousand feet I had to cover and return through.

One time I was certain that I had heard a dog barking, and I froze in my tracks. It was helpful that, technically, dogs were not permitted on the conservation. If you do, you may never find it again, and then you will be going into the parking lot itself, for the safety key. I love biting down on that thing!

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I can always put them right back on. That one was staying on. Several times I had ly visited a roughly square conservation reserve, consisting of multiple trails branching out from just a single trail from the parking lot, the whole area bounded by the road on one side and private property on the other three. I wrapped one cuff around my right wrist. I further suppose I could have begun hoping that the discoverer would be an attractive female bondage enthusiast who would have been turned on by the discovery of her new playtoy, and would have, ahem, chosen to do the Right Thing?

And then it hit me: I was now -- for better or worse, but either way — ball gagged, utterly naked and inescapably cuffed, with at least one full mile of travel over uneven terrain in a public place to go before I would be free again. I reached down and locked that darned lock shut.

Finally, the brush had grown in with the coming of the springtime, hopefully providing adequate cover in should I need Outdoor self bondage stories find a place to hide on short notice… My scenario was simple and very similar to others described on this forum. The option to go parallel to the trail, through the brush, was poor, because there was nothing but juvenile pine trees the whole way down, both difficult to get through having no hands to assist with and somehow not providing much cover.

So much for small steps! This was a good idea.

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I had just accomplished the biggest part of the scenario — the first part — and so now I was irreversibly naked in a public place, and I was gonna have to do some hiking in that state. Do this in small steps, I told myself. I was thankful that there was no evidence I was being chased. When I arrived I saw that the parking lot was empty, which was a good start, but I was still extremely nervous. And at that, I turned and started running as fast as I could, hands cuffed behind me, over the uneven terrain back up the hill and towards safer cover.

Nerve-wracking, but awesome. I got it. After all is said and done, was likely never in any real danger of discovery, but the possibility was there throughout, with very little available in the way or warning as will be described below. I carried a knapsack containing a ball gag, cuffs, and cable with me to the site I desperately wanted to wear my 5-inch heels for this little junket.

Finally did a real e. So I got moving! The trail went down a slight incline and only kinked to the left about ten feet from the lot. Let alone the possibility of injury, how much more of an idiot would I look like if I were to be discovered, and covered in mud at that? I was already aware that the area was very lightly-visited during the work week, when I would choose to do my session.

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