The car pulled away as I set my sights on the trail ahead with a backpack on my shoulders. I stopped at the wooden map board to find directions for the location I needed to go to. Today, the stakes were raised as I was hiking up the mountain to tie myself up in the woods for strangers to find me.
I had a fantasy of being tied up and taken. It was a thrill for me to be helpless to the removal of clothing and sex by someone unexpected. I made that happen by tying myself up in the men's shower at school where the baseball team would discover me. It was the climax to the feelings that had been building up and obsessing me. I fulfilled my desires in the biggest way, but I had not thought about the phones they would use to record me.
Since my discovery, the team had blackmailed me into being their so called queen of team spirit throughout the season as they made me repeat my fantasy in different ways in their locker room and at their team parties. I had become their fuck toy to be used anytime and anyway, all because I gave into my desire and staged my "bound and raped" fantasy.
The team used me this way until the end of the season. Then school was out and many of them went back to their homes in other states. But, some remained. And they came up with new ways to twist my fantasy for their gain.
Today was their idea and again I was mixed up inside because it excited me to think of myself tied up in the woods so that someone could discover me. At the same time it really scared me. This wasn't just a team at my school anymore, it was the rest of the world that could partake in this. Although, I was pretty sure some of the team would show up too.
With butterflies in my stomach, I made my way up the trail on a beautiful late summer afternoon. I walked in a daze, my adrenaline buzzing and my mind racing with good and bad scenarios. After walking about 30 minutes, I found a spot to view the surroundings.
A calmness came over me as I looked over part of the distant town. I felt empowered and at the same time like a spec in the bigger world. My endeavor today was not as big of a deal as I was making it to be. What happens will happen. I will go with it. Simple as that. I am sex. Simple.
After hiking another 15 minutes, I found the small trail I needed which cut off the main path. It hugged the edge of the mountain in a rough shrub-filled area but then cleared into a small area surrounded by woods. It was a less known viewing area where a very large tree had fallen.
I took off my backpack and pulled out my phone. As instructed, I went into the trees over to the side and viewed through the phone to get the best view of the fallen tree. I opened the link they had given me to stream the video to their personal website. I adjusted the zoom, cradled it in a branch and then set it to record.
I pulled out rope and a blindfold from the backpack and lay them on the fallen tree. I zipped up the backpack, which had a change of clothes in them as well, and hid it behind the tree with my phone. My preparation was almost over. Now for the hardest part.
I crawled over the fallen tree, which was half of my height and found the branch that I was told would be there pinned under the tree. About two feet of it was curved and exposed. I grabbed the rope and tied a knot around the branch and then flung the rope over the trunk. I climbed back over the tree and put the blindfold close to the rope.
I lay myself over the trunk on my stomach and kept the rope under an arm. Then I grabbed the blindfold and tied it around my head. I blindly grabbed the rope and moved my hands down toward the branch where it was tied. It took a few tries, but I eventually tied the rope around my wrists. A final pull made it tight.
It was done. The moment of no return. I was tied up over a fallen tree trunk with my ass over the other side and my feet touching the ground. My pussy tingled for a moment and felt hot as I felt this fantasy unravelling. I would have never done this myself in a million years; at least I don't think so. My sex drive was so strong, I could never be sure how far I would go. After all, I had tied myself up in the men's shower.
I could feel the air rising up my short denim skirt and wondered if my white lacy panties were exposed to anyone that would discover me. I'd chosen panties that covered two-thirds of my ass so that they would have to be dealt with if the person wanted to see my cheeks and get inside me. I also wore a white printed t-shirt and cowgirl boots. What a sight I must have been.
I waited, not knowing how long it would take for someone to walk to this lesser known spot. The late afternoon sun warmed me until my skin began to feel moist. The adrenaline had dissipated and my mixed emotions calmed. I gradually became drowsy and fell into a light sleep.
A sound behind me woke me. I listened for what it was. A few seconds passed and then I heard footsteps approaching over the rocky part of the path that led to the clearing. Again there was a pause.
After a few moments a mature male voice called, "Are you okay?"
I didn't know what to say. I stayed silent.
The steps came closer, now up close to the tree.
"You're tied up," he observed. "Who did this to you?"
Now my mind started working again.
"Hello," I started with an embarrassed tone. "I've been stuck here. My boyfriend tied me up. I thought we were just playing a game, but then he just left. I had told him about a fantasy of being tied up in the woods, but I didn't think he'd leave me here. The jerk was supposed to take me and then untie me. We'd been having fights recently and I thought this was kind of a makeup date. Now this proves he's a jerk. If he wanted to leave me, there are better ways."
"Oh my goodness, that's terrible," he answered. "You don't think he's coming back?"
"It was hours ago," I said. "He wouldn't dare come back now. I'd tear him a new ass!"
"I guess you would," he chuckled.
"Please untie me so I can go home," I pleaded. "It's been a long day."
"Oh sure, I imagine it has," he answered unconvincingly.
There was a pause and then his footsteps went over to the woods. I panicked as I thought of the phone. If he found that, it would ruin the setup. To my relief, I heard him walk around the edges of the tree line.
"Hello?" I called weakly.
Eventually, he made his way back to me. He had stopped and did not say anything. It stayed quiet.
Very lightly at first, I felt a pressure at the bottom of my skirt and then his hands lifting it up so that my panties showed. He then grabbed the sides of my skirt and lifted it fully to my lower back and stomach. He yanked my panties down quickly and lifted one foot at a time to remove it from my boots.
Wet fingers probed my pussy and made their way inside. I was already wet from the anticipation. My body was hungry even if my mind was resistant. He rubbed my pussy, driving up my drive and causing me to breathe heavily. Just as a climax was starting to mount, he pulled his fingers out.
I exhaled deeply, my body disappointed by the abrupt stop in stimulation. I breathed in suddenly as the head of his cock pressed against my pussy and pushed inside. It was a little dry and hurt. With 2 more thrusts he forced it all the way in and began a rhythm. My pussy lubricated his cock and made it smooth. It felt good again.
He grabbed the top of my skirt and held it like a rodeo cowboy holding the rope of a bucking bronco. He used it to pull us together, his thrusts becoming strong. His pace picked up as did my climax. I felt a couple mini orgasms rush through me. My pussy grabbed him and massaged him. He suddenly pulled out and made a suppressed orgasm cry of pleasure. I expected to feel come on my back and ass, but there was nothing.
I heard wet friction sounds of his hand stroking his cock and then all fell silent. I heard some rubbing noises on the ground followed by him putting his shorts back on. There was quiet and then his footsteps quickly and quietly going back up to the main path.