I was in the library looking at local history when I came across what looked like an interesting story. Since I was in a library, I had to murmur quietly to myself, "So there used to be an old Naval Air Station active during WW2? And it's not too far away? It says it was in the southern part of the state, maybe an hour's drive from here. Cool." I read on, now silently in my thoughts, "From the base, they launched dirigibles that were used for submarine and coastal patrols. Wow!" There were even pictures of the air ships at the base and the huge hanger they stored them in and how they maintained them. I couldn't believe the air ships were so huge and it took so many service men to help handle them.
Ever curious, I wondered if anything still remained of the old base, so I went home to my computer. With a bit of detective work I got a better idea of where the base might be located. Using online earth maps I was able to find satellite pictures of the old station and there seemed to be some things still there, although I didn't know how old the pictures were, and they were pretty grainy under high magnification. This called for a field trip.
I wanted to look nondescript, so I tucked up my shoulder length blond hair on top of my head with tiny clips, and added a baseball cap. I dislike wearing bras, preferring to let my 36C breasts stay free on my chest, but for this scouting trip, I strapped in with a tight sports bra, so they wouldn't roam around as I walked. For this trip, I didn't even want men ogling my long legs as they usually did, so I wore some old jeans. In the late afternoon, I drove along a residential street which had homes on one side and tall trees and bushes on the other. I spotted an old sign that said something or other, Naval Air Station. The sign was old and half hanging on a rusty fence near a gate. "Eureka!" I whispered as I drove by.
I parked a couple of blocks away and quietly walked back. Near the gate in the fence, I found a rusty old sign face down on the ground. Lifting it carefully, I read 'No Trespassing' but I figured if they didn't care that the sign had fallen they wouldn't care if I visited. I lowered the sign back down as it was and went through the opening. Just inside the gate the space opened up to a huge, flat black top area. My eyes opened wide as I thought "I really hadn't grasped how really huge this place had to be to handle those airships!" The trees and shrubs blocked most of the afternoon sun and any stray light from the street so the stars came out like I'd never seen before during the day.
There were structures -- OK 'ruins' might be a better word -- visible in the distance. When I got closer, I could tell they had to have been the supports for the hanger's roof, which was long gone. These supports were massive and made of concrete and steel. I tried to imagine being there in their heyday. The length between the bases that held up the hanger was amazing and it took me a while just to walk the width of the building. Here and there along the inside there were these big concrete blocks with metal rings on top. Disappearing into the distance, they appeared to run along the length of where the building would have been.
But now it was getting quite late, shadows were growing long and it was getting cool so I headed home. The next day, back at the library I located the same book and, looking with new insights, realized that the big heavy blocks were weights that held the airship in place when it was in the hanger so it wouldn't move around and do damage. I couldn't get those heavy blocks out of my mind. The dirigibles must've had mind-boggling lift!
I should explain a little more about myself at this point. For quite some time, I've been interested in self-bondage. There's something really exciting about getting myself into bondage situations that trap me for a while -- that really arouses me. For instance, placing the keys to my handcuffs out at the base of a tree in my yard and then going back into the house, stripping naked, and handcuffing myself. That means I'm caught until it gets dark enough for me to sneak out naked and find the key in the darkness before I can free myself. What really arouses me is imagining that someone catches me like this -- maybe a repair man of loose morals that I forgot was due today. And he admires my vulnerable nudity and takes advantage of me. Imagining being 'forced' to grant sexual favors really excites me -- as a fantasy. Since I'm helpless, I have to endure whatever perversions he requires, and I'm free from guilt due to my very helplessness.
Since my mind was now aware of that Naval Air Station, and I'd actually seen it with my own eyes, I wasn't surprised that my brain would give me a dream about it. That night as I slept I dreamed I was at the base, but this was back when it was in use, and manned by horny Navy personnel. Suddenly a cloth bag was pulled over my head, and my clothes were yanked off me by several pairs of strong hands. My hands were then cuffed to the ring on top of one of the heavy anchoring blocks. I dangled there naked, as sailors, one after another, took me right there in the hanger, using my helpless vulnerable body as their fuck toy. They obviously hadn't had a woman in a long time and were excited to use me as a cum dump. Word spread and more arrived. Some used me more than once, and my pussy and ass were soon overflowing with cum. It was a scary but also thrilling dream. I woke up in a sweat and brought myself to an orgasm, and then, still not satisfied, fingered my pussy harder until I climaxed a second time. All of this made me determined to return to the air station for a self bondage experience.
I started my planning preparations the next day. Finding a medium size tin can in the trash, I filled it with water. Measuring out about ten feet of tough fishing line, I tied a key to my handcuffs to one end. I lowered the tied key into the water in the can and set that in my freezer. Due to real life priorities, I couldn't return for several days to the air station anyway, so there was plenty of time for the water to freeze solid, trapping the key. I decided to go back for my experience sometime during the week so there would be less people wandering around and less chance of me being found.
After being on tenterhooks for days, a day finally arrived where my schedule cleared, and I headed off for my adventure. Again it was late afternoon when I arrived near the base, parking a distance away as before so as to not alert anyone of the target for my visit. The sky was overcast and gloomy, which was to be expected, since the weatherman said there could be a chance of rain. But I couldn't put this off any longer. I had to do it. My heart was pumping hard in my chest, and my throat was dry with anticipation.
I had my back pack with me, loaded with what I imagined my necessities for this adventure might be. In my mind, this was going to be my most daring challenge, and it had the most repercussions if anything went wrong. Lately, I've started to worry that one day I might get caught and consequently I'd end up being very humiliated. Perversely, that possibility of being caught and humiliated is precisely why I do this. I imagine anyone thrilled by doing self-bondage feels in a similar manner, but I don't know anyone else to ask. The rush of adrenaline is fantastic when I do these things.
As I walked to the massive hanger, I kept my eyes open for anyone around. I walked quickly and arrived without seeing anyone. Once I was inside the huge decrepit roof supports, I moved towards the back of the area looking for a suitable spot. I admit I was nervous, and my breathing was shallow, but rapid, thinking about what I was planning to do. I was still dazzled by the size of the anchors placed along the length of both sides of the now deserted remains of the hanger.
Checking one of the anchors, I found I could reach the huge metal ring embedded in the concrete. The concrete itself was rather smooth to my questing hand, and I felt that was important, since my body would be pressed against it. I opened my backpack and unwrapped my frozen can from the insulating wrap I had it in and made sure the key was in the ice. I had allowed an adequate amount of tough fishing line outside the ice. I tied the line to the ring and placed the can on the ground beside the block. Taking a deep breath to try to calm myself, I took off everything: my shorts, top and sneakers, I learned to dress simply when I'm planning on being naughty.
Completely naked now, I was at the point of commitment. I closed one handcuff on my wrist and passed the links of the handcuffs through the ring above me on the anchor block. I felt a stirring in me building and before I chickened out I closed the other cuff on my other wrist. The moment it ratcheted shut, I thought, "Oh my god -- what have I done!!!!"
My arms held up over my head, I was naked and cuffed in this very compromising situation. I pulled and pulled at the cuffs. I always do, because it excites me to do so, and makes my heart race like some animal caught in a trap! My imagination now takes over, that I'm discovered by a sailor who is quite horny. Without any qualms, he touches my body all over. He plays with my tits, kneading them, making the nipples more prominent. (When I imagine this, my nipples do react -- their areolae crinkle up, their tips engorge and thrust forward -- such is the power of imagination!)
The sailor then starts running his hand slowly down my tummy, over my mound, and explores my pussy lips, which begin to puff up and open as my tunnel starts a reflexive lubrication and start to drool. (And yes, my actual body reacts exactly like this, and soon I feel the wetness on my thighs and smell my arousal.) The sailor gets bolder now, since I'm not screaming for help, and plunges fingers inside me, at the same time fumbling with his belt, pants and underpants. Out springs his turgid cock and its size makes me gasp, swallow hard, and stare at it wide-eyed in the gathering darkness.
One of his hands takes a firm grip on my butt cheek, while his other hand guides his cock, making its head find the wet furrow between my pussy lips. Once there, he presses his hips forward and sinks his cock into my unprotected tunnel, which is forced open by his eager pressure. When his balls touch me, he starts fucking me with sure, steady, deep strokes. Here I am, restrained and being fucked hard by some guy and I don't even know his name. Not only that, but his actions have been observed by another sailor, and then another, and they are opening their pants and playing with their erections, waiting to use me, one after another and I'm helpless to stop them.
As I mentally got into the role I felt it, a stirring of lust building inside me and was about to climax, when it started to rain and quickly killed my mood. I pulled at the cuffs and couldn't get free, of course. Water was dripping off my breasts and I realized I was really in a fix and that excited me anew, but differently. I watched the water flow over my breasts and drip off, I did that for some time. I pulled on the line but the key was still frozen solid inside the can. I'm not a complete fool, by the way. I had taped a spare handcuff key to the face of one of the cuffs for an emergency, but I didn't want to use it. With this new factor of the rain coming down in this black night -- and it was becoming a downpour -- I wanted to explore my feelings for a while.
I was getting soaked, my hair was dripping wet and I was annoyed to say the least, but then if you're a subbe in bondage you don't always get what you want. I stood there thinking what I looked like, bound, naked and soaked, and I smiled. That is, until I heard the car! Someone was driving through the gate, their headlights penetrating the raindrops! The car neared the structure and slowed to an idle. Next, a spotlight started illuminating the pillars! Over the purr of the car's engine, I heard a voice from the car. "Tell me again, Charlie, what the hell did you do to have the Captain assign us to this shit duty?" The answer, whatever it was, was muffled by the car and the rain. The spotlight continued a desultory sweep of some of the support pillars.
My heart seemed to leap up into my throat, making it almost impossible to breathe. If that spotlight found me, I'd truly become the star of this show. I would've moaned from fear, but I also knew I dare not make a sound. Rain cascading down me or no, I also felt I'd better not make any movements, since even in dim light a person's eye spots movement. But after a few heartbeats, my kinky mind kicked into high gear. "Maybe if they find me, they'll laugh at their good fortune, fuck me as a foolish cum slut, and then let me go? Maybe not out here in this deluge... maybe in the backseat of their car?" I licked my lips, perhaps in anticipation of being forced to perform in lewd acts... or perhaps just to lick the rain off them. Then I heard that same voice again.
"You know this is a waste of time, right Charlie? Who's going to steal anything from this pile of rubble? I'm not getting out in all that rain to walk around an empty ruin. I can see well enough from this warm, dry car. Let's report that we did a thorough check and just sit here and have a smoke." The spotlight cut off and the sailor must've closed the car window, because now I could only hear voices muffled by the enclosed car. I breathed a sigh of relief, but also have to admit I also felt a frisson of frustration. I'm not sure how long I endured getting poured on and listening to the gentle hum of the running car engine. Finally, the car headlights came back on, filling the night with light, the engine changed in tempo, and the car executed a wide turn. I saw its taillights briefly as it headed for the gate, and the sounds of the night returned to the now gentle hiss of rain.
