Nathalie stood in front of her wardrobe, pondering what to pack for her business trip.
Her fingers brushed over the soft fabrics when her eyes fell on an inconspicuous wooden box hidden in the back of the closet. A smile flitted across her lips as she pulled the box out and opened it. Inside lay her self-bondage gear—restraints, ropes, locks, and a leather collar. A subtle tingle ran through her body as she looked at the items. Without much hesitation, she packed her favorite pieces: a tight-fitting leather dress, a corset that accentuated her waist, and a pair of steel cuffs she had worn countless times in her fantasies. She added a few extra locks and a collar with a small padlock. She knew she probably wouldn’t need them, but the idea of having them with her made her both nervous and excited.
When she finally closed her suitcase and carried it to the door, she felt a flutter in her stomach. The thought of indulging in her secret desires in a foreign city, far from home, was both frightening and irresistible.
At the hotel, she wanted to have some fun before she starts a long and busy buisnes week. So she wanted to use her bondahe gear and when she glanced at the city map provided in the room, she was fantasized about doing a self-bondage session outdoors in a strange place. The thought aroused her. She searched for a secluded spot where she wouldn’t be disturbed. Her eyes fell on a wooded area on the edge of town, away from the tourist trails. Perfect, she thought, and marked the spot with a pen.
Late in the evening, when the streets had quieted, Nathalie slipped out of the hotel.
She was already wearing her leather dress, which accentuated her curves, and the corset tightly encircling her waist. The steel cuffs were heavy in her suitcase, and the collar with the padlock was already fastened around her neck. It was locked, the keys safely stowed away, ready for the session she had planned. She felt both vulnerable and powerful as the cool evening air brushed against her skin.
The path to her destination led her through narrow alleys and past an old ruin whose walls looked ghostly in the moonlight. The clicking of her heels echoed in the stillness, but she was alone. When she reached the wooded area, she took a deep breath. The trees stretched high into the sky, their branches like protective arms enveloping her. Here, she was truly alone, far from curious eyes.
Nathalie set down her suitcase and took out the self-bondage equipment. She had planned everything meticulously: a mechanism that would allow her to restrain herself while making the keys inaccessible for a certain period. She hung the key, frozen in a block of ice, from a branch above her. With trembling hands, she began securing the steel cuffs around her wrists and ankles. The cold metal felt like a touch she both feared and craved. She locked the padlocks, the quiet clicks signaling her temporary loss of freedom.
She tightened the collar one more time, feeling the leather against her skin as if it marked her—as though she belonged to someone… or perhaps to herself. She took a deep breath, feeling how the restraints limited her movements but also heightened her senses. Every sound in the forest, every breeze rustling through the trees, seemed louder, more intense.
She chained herself to a tree, the steel cuffs over her over-knee boots connected to the trunk with a chain. Her hands were chain together and the collar was chained to the tree. So there was no way to escape until the key was melted. She savored the silence and solitude. The restraints were tight but not painful, and she felt a strange sense of contentment, as if she were exactly where she was meant to be. She closed her eyes and let her thoughts drift, imagining someone finding her and taking advantage of her helplessness. The scenario aroused her, and she felt her cheeks flush.
But then, just as she began to relax, it happened.
The key, frozen in ice, slipped from the string as it melted and fell to the ground. Nathalie opened her eyes and stared at the small, shiny object now lying just out of reach. She tried to stretch for it, but the restraints held her tight. Panic rose within her, but she quickly suppressed it. This is part of the game, she reminded herself. She had known something could go wrong—and that’s what made it so thrilling.
She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. The key was only a few inches away, but the cuffs on her wrists and ankles prevented her from reaching it. She twisted and turned, trying to reposition her body to grab it, but it was hopeless. A quiet laugh escaped her lips as she realized the irony of the situation. She was trapped—in a way she hadn’t planned.
Minutes passed, and Nathalie began to enjoy the situation. The helplessness that had initially unsettled her transformed into a strange feeling of freedom. She was alone in the forest, bound—yet free in her thoughts.
After a while, she tried again and managed to just reach for the key—
when suddenly, she was stopped.
A boot stepped on the key just as she was about to grab it.
She looked up along the tall boot shaft that reached above the knee.
An elegant dress and a corset followed.
She now stared into the face of a confident woman with an amused look and a devilish grin.
Nathalie felt both worried and aroused by what was about to happen next. She was chained and out of control, on the mercy of a stranger woman...