Repeat Performance bondage story | car, hood, gag, chain

She took two more steps and again stopped to survey the scene. It could indeed be the place but, in truth, she wasn't paying all that much attention at the time. Just in front of her there was the short broken stump of a sapling that could have been the cause of that stumble; it sloped away from her and so...?

The weather was a bit different too and she was beginning to feel a bit chilled which led to regrets about this really rather ridiculous situation. Funny... no absolutely daft... the way things escalate. If you allow them to.

It had all begun long ago when she was ten - or thereabouts. A children's film show had shown a Cowboys and Indians epic in which the heroine had been captured by robbers, tied up and left in their cabin while they went off to rob a bank. The hero had arrived and rescued her but, instead of untying her, he had simply lifted her over his shoulder and carried her off into the sunset. She had never worked out exactly why.

Samantha had found that very exciting indeed and had contemplated the epic with pleasure for long after; sadly the film had never surfaced again. She came by a piece of rope and, in the woods, which terminated their garden, she had tried to tie herself in that same manner. But it never quite worked. Came her first job and she soon had money with which to buy more suitable rope and with this she had succeeded in getting herself trapped. As she rolled around on the ground, trying desperately to get at the knots which had pulled tightly about her, she found herself getting more and more flushed, more and more excited in fact until, suddenly, she frightened herself.

It was the first lesson a lonely girl had received in growing up but it took a long time before she was able to repeat that orgasm. It also taught her to keep handy a suitable instrument to cut the ropes should that ever happen again.

One reason for the delay in her experiments with bondage was the death of her parents when a truck driver produced a heart attack and ran his leviathan over the family car. Sam was not with them and so she was left alone. With little choice, she sold the house and moved to another town where she had secured a job as a librarian.

She found that the town boasted a sex shop and soon she acquired a pair of handcuffs and these gave her that second thrill. But she was to learn that stimuli require not just constant reinforcement but also constant escalation. She graduated to two pairs of cuffs, leg-irons and then a ball gag. Yet still the excitement waned.

She had more success when she ventured out wearing the handcuffs with a coat over her arm to hide them; it got even more exciting when she tripped and fell although she managed to get up again before any would-be rescuers arrived on the scene. Which is why she started visiting the woods.

She drove out to this isolated spot, parked the car more or less hidden in the bushes and went off for walks wearing both the cuffs and leg irons; finally she added the gag. It never really worked.

The next step was to do it naked. She thought about it for a long time but eventually... Well, she had known all along that eventually she WOULD do it. She'd driven out wearing only a long coat and parked in her usual spot. She'd left the keys to her irons on the passenger seat and dropped her coat over them. When the car was locked she had buried the car keys under a shallow layer of leaf-mould just inside one of the back wheels and then, carrying the irons, had walked some 400 yards into the woods.

She'd found it quite unnerving; she felt sure that eyes peered at her from behind every tree. If she locked herself in those cuffs she would be an easy target for any marauding male or pervert. But, she'd told herself firmly, there isn't anybody else here. No tyre marks, no footprints, no abandoned wings. Resolutely she'd knelt and hobbled her ankles about ten inches apart. Next the ball gag and she'd locked it in place. Then, after yet another short hesitation she'd shackled her hands together.

At once she'd begun to panic; she was helpless until she regained the car and recovered the keys. She'd tried to run and ended flat on her face but this brought on the wonderful feeling she craved.

And so she had progressed until that penultimate time when she had cuffed her hands behind her and locked them to a waist chain. At least she didn't have to lock the gag - whatever difference it made! She'd made it back to the car but had not allowed for the difficulty of recovering the keys with her hands locked in the small of her back. It had really frightened her and she vowed, 'Never Again'.

***

It had all gone pear-shaped some ten days later as she sat at the table looking at the small pile of bills. A peremptory demand to pay the telephone account, demand to pay the electricity account and, the greatest blow of all, unless she paid the overdue reckoning on the car, it would be re-possessed. Just four days after her job had been declared redundant.

She made a decision; while she still had the car she must make one last trip to the woods; not possible to pull the trick without the car. She stripped, put on her coat and gathered together the cuffs, chain and gag. But it simply was not her day. She had walked extra deep into the woods and was just over halfway back when something snagged her hobble chain and threatened to bring her down.

She took a long stride in the effort to recover but the chain stopped her short; a second more desperate step followed with exactly the same result. Her one area of success at school had been in field sports and now she put it into effect; she wound up and then exploded into a final leap that landed her on both feet together and in perfect balance.

The triumph was short lived. Came a strange sound; a sort of swish combined with a rustle. Something grabbed her feet, dragged her along so that she fell backward and then hoisted her abruptly into the air. A ghastly pain in her left ankle made her look down ... no up! ... to see that a rope noose had tightened around her legs and the iron was trapped under it. The pain eased when she shifted her weight to the right foot but that was clearly but a minor problem. Chained as she was, she could never escape from the trap.

Even more worrying was... who on earth had set such a thing? Boy Scouts out practising their woodland skills? Had they forgotten it? She looked up... no down... at the ground now some eighteen inches above... no below... her head. It might as well have been eighteen miles away for all the good it would do her. The rope was extending under her weight and she was spinning. Unable to stand the dizzy feeling she closed her eyes and tried to think up a solution.

Something struck her right shoulder-blade; she opened her eyes and saw that the trees and scenery had stilled. She looked up... no DOWN... and perceived a pair of boots; army style boots with long ankle protectors. She saw also something black that was coming down... UP... towards her and then all went into darkness as drawstrings were pulled to close the bag around her neck.

A strong arm encircled her waist, the suspending rope was removed and she found herself travelling once again through the woods but this time over someone's shoulder. She should have been scared but in fact she was too excited. Well, wasn't this the sort of thing she had all along been courting?

She was dumped, not unkindly, on to a metal floor which soon she discovered to be some kind of van. A rope was used to hog-tie her and then she was left for a short period during which she could hear nothing at all. When he returned they began a journey of a length she could never recall. When they stopped the hog-tie was removed, she was hauled out and once again carried this time upstairs and finally laid on a bed. The waist chain was removed and the drawstrings on her hood were eased but it was not removed. Working inside it however he did remove the gag.

When finally she had shaken off the hood she found herself in a pleasant little bedroom with a glass of water and another of orange juice beside her - each with a straw. Later she staggered around the room; the windows were secured and the door was locked. It made little difference of course because she remained shackled. Her own shackles!

Still naked she was getting cold and so wriggled under the bedclothes. She was awakened by the abrupt restoration of the hood. "Please... " she began but a hand was pressed over her mouth and a gruff voice hissed "SShhh." Once again she was carried but this time with a hand under her shoulders and one under her knees. The waist chain was restored, again the hood was loosened and then one hand was freed. When she could see once more she found herself by a shower cabinet.

With feet hobbled and one hand secured behind, it proved none too easy to shower but the hot water felt good. When she finally emerged she found a hearty breakfast awaiting her and, beside it, once more the hood. And that was how the pattern had continued for however long it had lasted; later she was able to calculate that he had held her for four nights and into a fifth day. She was never allowed to see his face nor did she ever hear his voice; in fact she never saw any more than that first glimpse of his boots. He made no demands on her nor did he in any way assault her apart from keeping her a prisoner. Well, he was inclined to hold her rather tightly when he carried her but... she was faced with the fact that she had herself started all this. Yet she knew from the timing of his comings and goings that he must have been watching her. Was he enjoying her in captivity as much as she was enjoying being held captive?

Finally he put her back into the full set of shackles plus the gag and fastened the hood securely. She was carried back to the van and driven off. Once again she was carried, laid down on what she could feel was the forest floor and then he tied something around her wrist. Finally he released the cuff on her right wrist... and that was all.

She freed her hand and finally pulled away the hood; she was lying right beside her car. She discovered that the cord was holding her keys to the shackles. It was with decidedly mixed feelings that she recovered her long coat and ensconced herself back behind the familiar wheel.

She had opened her door wondering what might have happened during her enforced absence. Everything looked normal except that... Yes, that was it; she had left those bills scattered all over and now they were stacked neatly. On top was a typewritten note: "Thanks. You SEEMED to enjoy it as much as I did" To her amazement, she found that all the bills had been settled and they were receipted! For cash.

***

She spent the following two weeks job-hunting without success but, in truth, her heart was not in it. Her mind constantly went back to the woods. And that led directly to today. Once more she had needed to escape into her fantasy world and so she had ended up here, naked, shivering, chained and gagged. And seriously regretting her folly. But she simply had to know if this was the place where it had all happened. Why not free herself first and then come back with her coat? It never occurred to her to do so.

If that stump was indeed the snag that had tripped her then the first step would have taken her to... there. The next step would have landed her.... yes, about here. That final leap... again came that swishing noise, her feet were gripped and swept away and again she found herself dangling like a caterpillar on its silky thread. The thump against her right shoulder blade - he must have been waiting for her.

She looked... uh, huh... toward the ground... and there once again were the boots and once again the hood cut off her sight. She was gripped around the waist and once again carried off. But, in place of the feeling that she ought to be scared, she was seized with an insane desire to giggle. She had given herself, naked, gagged, chained, completely helpless and now hooded into the keeping of a man about whom all she knew was that he wore boots!