Caught while tied up on a walk (m/self, F/m) pt. 2 added

[mindful_bound]

Any feedback is always appreciated


Note: this is a work of fiction exaggerated based on real events. This is not a safe idea, and should not be used as a guide, inspiration, or instruction.
I have been out of the lifestyle for a while now, but am in a much better situation now to partake in my interests, free from judgment or shame about it. I plan to continue this story and document some others of mine, true, and fiction.

I was eager to again be living on my own. Having lived without expressing certain aspects of myself, I quickly realized how much I did miss them. I did some self-play previously, but when your partner isn’t into it, the play only happens when you can get private time.
Now on my own, I have private time, and the dive to do bondage just exploded in me. Having gone without it, or at least to a real extent apparently meant that when I suddenly had time, that is all I wanted to do.

I spent my first weekend here more in than out of bondage. The weather was perfect, and it was very late. Having worked my excitement up all day, I got the wild idea of simply taking a nice walk around the complex, while secretly bound. I do not think I actually wanted to get caught, but I sure loved the idea of it. I started throwing in potentially embarrassing things as well; women’s panties, the occasional women’s clothing item (not too obvious), and even things like diapers. I found the emotional game of it was enough to really take me to a whole new headspace. Occasionally I would see people out, and the thrill that left me was over the top.
It all changed one night, and that was the first time I got caught.

I am definitely embarrassed by this but here we go. I want to preface that not all of the things I have done are not directly because I was into them, but because the idea of the humiliation was such a HUGE rush of emotion for me.
It was a late spring evening, cool but nice weather. I was in a pair of shorts, a tank top, and my hands were cuffed behind my back, to my belt. I positioned my arms so that they sat parallel to each other, in the hopes that that might just look like a way to hold my arms, versus my arms being bound that way. I did have a ball gag on, but I had a bandanna over, allergies is the reason I had justified. I was walking along the walking trail for my complex. It went around a small lake, with the buildings on the outside; some had patios that overlooked the path. I was on my second stroll around, feeling incredible, helplessly out in the open for all to see, but knowing most all were asleep, and from a distance I was just a person. Up shortly ahead I saw a lady sitting on her first-floor patio. I kept walking, increasing my pace to pass by quickly and subtly, but when I got close she stood up, and called to me:
“Hey fella, come here.”
Her voice was kind, friendly, and seemingly without judgment, so I looked up at her with a questioning look. She was maybe 10 feet away.
When I stopped she took a few steps closer to her railing,
“I know what you are up to, and frankly you should be embarrassed.”
What did she know? I thought. I was far too clever to be found out, which of course was not true, I took silly risks.
“I won’t do anything, this is just a warning.” She then took a serious expression and with a stern commanding voice she instructed me to turn around. I shook my head no, and started to walk away, but soon she was off her patio walking towards me. “Stop.” was all she said, but the command in her voice hit my submissive buttons and I did. “Give me a turn” was her next instruction, and I did slowly, bushing and nearly shaking with nervousness.
“You really have tied yourself up, just as I thought.” she stated. “I have seen you on occasion out here, you little perv. And I think you need to be taught a little lesson.”

Holding my arms, she reached up and removed the bandanna, my gag now in full view.
“What a funny boy you are.” she stated, “what is your name?”
Dying inside from embarrassment, while nearly buzzing with excitement, I mumbled as best I could through the gag.
“Ok, fair enough, but do you live here?” she asked.
I nodded softly, this was going too far. I loved it, but I was actually scared.
“Very well. I am telling you, do not do this again.” she said, tying the bandanna around my wrists, further binding them to my belt. I now had even less wiggle room with my arms.
I squirmed and mumbled a protest but she was un-phased.
“Off you go now,” she said with a pat on my butt. “But if I find you out here again, I will not be as nice.” She winked with this last smile.

I mumbled and blushed as I quickly walked off, apologizing and mumbling. I was helpless before, but now I felt so much more exposed. The red ball gag strapped to my face, now in full view, did not help the feeling. I got back to my door in a hurry and once inside I fell against the door, sliding down to a seated position. I felt like I was going to hyper-ventilate out of fear, excitement, embarrassment, and just pure bliss. I was in a strange new head space I had never felt so powerless in front of somebody.
I sat there against the door for a long time, just slowing my breathing, replaying the situation, still snugly tied.
It was stupid, embarrassing, potentially dangerous, and I could not wait to push it further just to see what would happen…bad idea of course, but the look she gave me. She had fun too.

[boundtobegagged]

great story! I have done adventures like this as well. Have had a slightly similar experience wirh a much more chill guy! would love to read what the next time would be/was like!

[mindful_bound]

Thank you for the reply, it really helps with motionation.

Anyway


Part 2:

I did not go out for the next couple of nights, that threat scared me. As exciting as it sounds, the fear of getting caught is very real.  After a week I figured it was clear, and planned my next stroll.  I was cocky, but not completely stupid, I had no plans to walk anywhere near that patio. It was a warm night, but with a gentle breeze. I had my wrist cuffs attached to my waist chain, but subtly.  The cuffs connected to the chain at the side area of my overalls.  It made the whole scene more potentially embarrassing, but if I slipped my hands in my pockets, it was not easy to see that I was bound. I left a gag off this time, just a guy out on a stroll with his hands in his pockets.  It was such a rush to be out again, given everything that happened last week, but I wanted this feeling. It was nice, quiet, and just really pleasant out, and as I got close, I knew I should turn back, that despite her patio area seeming quiet and calm, that I should in no way keep walking. Then I thought of the subtle smile she gave me when she warned me. I wanted to know what that smirk meant, and so I kept walking.  As I quietly walked by I heard a soft chuckle, “well, look who it is.”  I knew then that I had messed up.  I tried to quickly turn around but she caught up to me fast. Grasping a strap of my overalls, she turned me towards her.  Instinctually I tried to pull my hands up and doing so gave myself away. “I uh…” I mumbled out. “You were warned were you not?” She asked, a sly grin growing on her face. I nodded. “I think you wanted me to catch you,” she said. Now I was getting scared, while this was literally my fantasy, things were no longer in my control. She tugged on my straps, pulling me up towards her patio. “Please don’t” I begged, “please just let me go.”  She looked at me questioningly, as if wondering how serious I was with that statement. She then gave me a calming smile and said “look, I know this is just a game for you…but I think it might be for me too.” My mouth dropped open as I stared at her, a million things going through my mind. “So how about this? I teach you a lesson, but know that I will not take things too far. You will be free to go, no more than an hour?” she asked. Without even thinking I whispered “yes ma’am.” 


She pulled a silk scarf she had tied around her head, tied a knot in it and then bid me to open up. I did not, fearful thoughts of what could or may happen, was this too far? Her face got stern “open up” she whispered, with command that made the submissive in me comply.  She wound it around my head and knotted it off in the back.  Without a word she pulled me up toward her patio. Up there she instructed me to stand with my back to the pole. I did so, wondering where this was going while riding the emotions of being in shock this was really happening. She came up close to me, face inches from mine, and I felt some movement on my chest, on my straps.  I started to glance down, but she raised my chin with her finger “eyes on me”. My overalls were then lowered by her, first the bib, then unbuttoning the sides, and soon they fell to the ground.  My whole body shuddered. I had never been so helplessly exposed in front of anybody.  I was ordered to step out of them, as she kicked them away. “Wow, those are some sexy panties; pink, lace, satin, you have it all going on” she commented, “VERY hot.” I was ordered not to move, not that I could. I was far too in nervous/excited shock to even think about that, besides, as much as I wanted to run back to my place, I did absolutely want to undergo more of this humiliation. I heard a door open behind me, and she was quickly back outside with some rope and lashed me to the pole. It was nothing elaborate, but given my already bound arms, it did not take a whole lot to leave me unable to move or escape.  


As she sat down in a patio lounger, gorgeous form I really got a moment to appreciate her. She was gorgeous; sitting in the moonlight, pouring a glass of wine and giving me a playful smile. Here I was, hands chained to my waist, tied to a pole, gagged, and in just a shirt and very girly panties. She was in a fair sundress.  “Wow, even in this light I can see you blushing,” she giggled. “I want to finish the rest of this wine, and it will give you time to think about your naughty behavior and what kinds of things I might do should I find you all naughty like this.” 


Every small noise, footsteps in the distance, leaves rustling in the trees, all made me scared. I was suddenly about to be seen by all of the public, embarrassed, and on shameful display.  It then really struck me that while that did in some ways sound horrible, I had never been more excited in bondage. This was it, this was my fantasy come to life. She continued her wine, slowly sipping it, eying me, and just having a pleasant conversation with me/at me.  On her second glass she came over and strolled around me, making sure the rope held snug. I felt her slip a finger in the side of my waist and pulled them no more than an inch down.  I squirmed and moaned in both fear and lust. I did want whatever was happening to continue, but the sensation of it was so much to handle. “I think maybe we can explore that another time” she said as she pulled the side of my panties out and let the elastic snap back. 


After she finished off the last of the bottle she gave me a weary smile. “This, I think I am enjoying this.” she said, “but you are still a sick perv and I am not going to be perfectly kind.”  She undid the rope, freeing me from the pole. I was confused, because being let go seemed quite kind to me. It then made sense to me as she gathered up my overalls, went inside, and started to close the door.  I begged at the door, fear flooding my body.  “Oh dear,” you really thought THAT was the whole punishment?” she said through the cracked door. She started to close it then whispered “It would be a real shame if you were to get caught by me again, say Saturday at 11?”  The door closed and I was left chained, gagged, and in panties. I walked back quickly, eyeing in every direction in fear.  Once I got in my door I just laid on the couch, thinking about what happened and planning what kind of bondage to do on saturday.

[boundtobegagged]

Solid part 2! I love how devious she is and would love to read what you have in store! maybe a return of the ball gag? hot either way!

[TiedAndTaped3D]

Interesting story. Very interested in reading part 3.

[harveygasson]

Really interesting story.