Dilemma On The Heath

It was October and the shortening day was rapidly coming to an end.

Rebecca looked deeply into my bulging eyes as I stood rooted firmly to the spot, my arms tied by cord to the tree behind me

"Well, that was fun David, thank you. Of course your entertainment is just beginning." Rebecca placed a ziplock bag on the ground in front of me as I eyed it nervously. "Now say thank you Mistress."

She didn't expect a response, I couldn't give one, the ball gag in my mouth ensured that. My mind was racing to find some way out of this dilemma whilst knowing there wasn't one.

"So, let us review the situation," Rebecca stated in a calm and matter of fact sort of way. "I am going to free you now and you are welcome to head home, I have even purchased you a travel card. How kind of me. I must dash though, better catch last post, don't forget, before 9am delivery... Oh, before I go, maybe one last look at those panties..." The ripping sound was ominous... The clicking of her phone's camera just one more nail in my proverbial coffin.

What the hell did she mean by 'before 9am?

Reaching to her purse she pulled out a pocket knife, the razor sharp blade glinted in the rapidly fading sun, one quick movement and my cords came free. "We will speak tomorrow." Then, she was gone, walking away in no rush, a leisurely stroll if you will as I stood perfectly still except for the uncontrollable shaking while trying to comprehend the gravity of the situation.

How on earth had I allowed it to come to this? A simple meeting with Mistress with a bit of kinky fun in the bushes, risky but not severely so. Now I stood here on the heath gazing down at the London skyline as the sun began to set, replaced by the twinkles of the city lights coming alive.

Time to take stock, "Think David!, fast!..."

Rebecca had told me quite clearly she wanted me in the pink bra and panties while my outer clothing was to be just one of those paper decorator jump suits folk wear when painting or plastering a property and my trainers. I had thought it strange but I simply looked like a workman, nothing wrong with that, until now.

The dog walkers were almost all gone, a young couple folding up their picnic blanket, quaffing the last remnants of their plastic glasses before wandering away to the carpark, then, I was alone, hidden by a mere screen of foliage.

One small hand bag was all Mistress had had with her, that bag though bought one giant nightmare, five tiny tubes of superglue and my life was now one giant predicament. I had got a little nervous when she started squirting the glue onto the lingerie I was wearing but she reassured me that an hour or two in the bath and the lacy numbers would soak free. The now cut cord hung limply from my wrists, I could head home, except I couldn't... My paper jumpsuit was adhered to the tree, completely, the legs of the suit were stuck fast to each other and the crotch area gone by her own hand. To free myself the suit would be exactly the same as my life, fucked!

There was no option, no option at all, I had to move, I didn't know if it was an urban myth of late night activities on Hampstead Heath but I knew I didn't want to find out. Five, maybe, ten, maybe fifteen minutes of mental anguish before gingerly pulling away from the tree, paper ripping in every section, I had no option.

Standing there staring back at me was the remains of the suit glued firm to the tree trunk, myself stood in trainers, panties and bra, no way to remove them, no way to cover them up. I ripped the ball gag away from my mouth, copious saliva running down my chin. Reaching down I picked up the Ziplock.... One tube ticket, a key I recognised as to my home and a handwritten note..

"David, quite the pickle you've got yourself into here... The travel card expires at midnight so I'd get a move on, your wallet, phone and car key will arrive at your home, guaranteed delivery by 9am so I'd suggest you get back by then to sign for it or, well, sucks to be you."

I looked around, pulse racing way more than is healthy and I truly didn't have a clue what to do.