After getting his clothes on, he helped her off the bed, and clipped the leash to her collar. It was difficult going down the stairs with her ankles chained together, but Chris was patient with her as he lead his pretty captive by the leash out into the night air. It was the 'dog days' of summer, so even in the evenings, it was still pretty warm and sticky out. Chris opened the trunk of his car, which was kind of . . . interesting. Just where was he planning to take her, half naked and all bound up like this? Inside, the backseat had been folded down to allow air into the trunk, but the idea of being kept there adding a new thrill to the abduction scenario. Chris carefully lifted her in, then fastened her ankle cuffs to her wrists, forcing her into another loose hogtie.

"That should hold you for awhile," he laughed, "don't fall asleep, babe." Before she could answer, he closed the trunk door.

The ride was long and a little uncomfortable. Her body rocked back and forth with every bump and turn. She could also feel something cold and hard, the tire iron maybe, poking into her side. Brenda told Chris she liked it rough, and this night she was certainly getting what she asked for! With the back seat folded down, she would have been able to peer through the opening in the rear of the trunk and see her husband at the wheel in the driver's compartment - perhaps even an occasional road sign passing by to give her some idea of where they where they were going. But she was facing the other way, leaving her with nothing to do, but just lay there in the dark and let her imagination go wild . . .

"The poor woman had been taken from her home, bound with steel cuffs and thrown into the greasy trunk of his car. Her abductor was at the wheel, taking her to some secret destination where they would be alone together. There was no telling what unspeakable things he would do to her then . . ."

The car turned down a bumpy road, then stopped. Chris opened the trunk, unfastened her wrists from her ankles so she could stand, and helped her out. The moon was full that night, so Brenda had no trouble taking in her surroundings. The dirt road they had turned on was near an old abandoned barn, overgrown with weeds and shrubs. Rusty machine parts, of what appeared to be farm equipment, lay strewn about the yard. Chris took her by the leash to a post in front of the old building. He unlocked the handcuffs, but only long enough to raise her arms and lock them again to a hook at the top of the post.

Now Brenda and Chris loved bondage. If they weren't doing it, then they were talking about it, and if they weren't talking about it, they were thinking it. It wasn't the only way they had sex, but they grew to depend on it a great deal. Brenda thought about some of the things they had discussed doing as he locked the steel cuffs around her wrists. The hook was brand new, and most-likely Chris had put there earlier just for this occasion. The positioning of it was perfect in keeping her arms stretched tight, so much that she almost and to stand on her toes! She recalled them talking about doing this outdoors, then leaving her alone. It sounded like a thrill. Part of bondage was the sex and another part the excitement, which Brenda really liked, but only because it made the sex so much better!

She knew then what was going to happen. Chris would leave her here with her wrists handcuffed to the post, then pretend to walk off. But all he would really do was get out of her eye site and hide somewhere, then watch her struggle. Of course she knew he would be nearby, but it was still a rush to imagine being left there helpless like that.

"You ok, babe," he asked.Brenda only nodded. Her heart felt like it was pounding into her throat. Chris smiled, kissed her, then pulled the draw string of her silk robe, leaving it open. She then watched him walk back to the car, and drive back down the dirt road away from her!

-

So now she was standing there, alone, wearing nothing but a red silk kimono robe and a dog collar. She could be at home with her husband, cuddling and making love! Where was she instead? Out in the muggy heat, handcuffed to a post. For the first time since they took up this hobby, Brenda began to question her sanity. Chris and her hadn't discussed how long he was going to leave her out here like this, where he'd be hiding, or how she could get a hold of him in case she had trouble or anything! Heck, if anything else, she might have to pee or something before he got back.

The wind gusted, and her red, silk robe fluttered against her body, cold and sensual. A shiver ran up her spine, her chilled nipples became visibly erect. The open robe still covered her breasts, but in the moonlight, she could see her hardened buds poking against the paper-thin fabric. How silly it was, being caressed almost to an orgasm by only the wind. If only she could bring her arms down! Brenda was really beginning to feel helpless. Where the hell was he?

She remembered Chris saying once that she had been tied up to many times that he had lost count. He was only joking, of course, but she was really tee'd off by the remark, and several times wished she had slapped him for it. Men could be pretty heartless at times. They liked tying us up, but then they didn't show the right kind of respect. She might like to play the subbie during their lovemaking, but she was still a woman, nonetheless. Chris enjoyed doing this sort of thing as much as she did, but she was the one taking all the risks.

"Like tonight," she almost whispered out loud, "something could go dreadfully wrong, or I could even die out here."

Brenda then took a breath. Of course, she didn't think she was really going to die. That didn't mean she couldn't feel weight bearing down on her wrists from the steel cuffs. And there was also the collar. On her neck was the hide of a dead animal with skin 15-20 times thicker than hers, and it was starting to chafe her a little. Brenda imagined what everyone at work would think if she came in the next morning with bruises on her neck and wrists.

"I guess it'll be long sleeves and a turtleneck for a while!"

It did feel good though. Almost as if she were born into this world with limbs that were made to fit inside leather and chains; or skin to feel the burn of a knotted rope. She remembered when Chris had hogtied her once, then put a pair of metal clamps on her nipples. Man was that a rush! She had totally lost control of herself that night, writhing and moaning on the bed for what seemed like an eternity (Chris told her later that it had lasted only 30 minutes, but who was counting!) But that was why she liked bondage so much - Brenda didn't have to think or anything, just lay back and deal with the pain and pleasure as it flowed over her, like being on automatic pilot. It made her feel primitive in a way, like the woods around her, with only the ruins of an old barn nearby to suggest that human civilization ever existed. Out here, anything could happen to her. Mmmm, those are some deep thoughts . . . and kinda exciting!

"Exciting sure, but how bright? A wild animal could trot right up and rip out my throat!"

Well, not her throat. She had her collar on to protect her . . . that part of her, anyway. And how about the bugs? Not exactly life-threatening, but they could certainly do a lot damage to a woman bound half naked in a lush forest like this, and there were certainly hundreds, if not thousands of them buzzing about. Brenda could only recall having to shake off one or two mosquitoes so far, but come morning, all the little critters would be wide awake and searching for their breakfast.

"And here I am, tied to a post like some kind of virgin sacrifice left to the mosquito gods!"

Her kimono robe offered some protection, but it was hardly the type of garment one would want to wear out in the backwoods. The loose sleeves were draped around her shoulders, exposing her bare arms, and the bottom of it was just enough to cover her tush. Of course, with the front open as it was, she may as well have been naked. Plenty of flesh for the little pests to feast on, and she had such beautiful skin too.

Brenda was coming up with all sorts of reasons as to why this was such a bad idea, and they only seemed to excite her even more. Bondage was like motocross racing; it was stupid, risky, and people sometimes died because of it - but it was fun. As scary and painful as it might be, there was always an inner fire or something telling her that it felt really good way deep inside. Odd.

She shifted her feet a little to try and get more comfortable. Her poor legs were really beginning to feel the strain of being on her feet for so long. She tried going limp and hanging by her arms for a while, then after ten minutes or so, the cuffs starting hurting her wrists, but that was enough time to give her legs a rest, allowing her to stand again.

"I'll have to keep doing this, or my legs will give out completely."

But for how long? Chris had never left her alone this long, or had he? Brenda didn't have a watch on her, but it certainly seemed longer. Maybe he was still mad after the argument they had a few days ago. It was a silly little tiff really . . . at least to her, but Chris seemed pretty angry. It had to do with her going to nightclub with a few of her friends, like a ladies night out, and Chris was mad because she didn't tell him where she was going. Not that he would have let her go if she had. He was very protective of his new wife, and at first Brenda thought it was kind of flattering, but getting married didn't mean she had to stop going out with her friends, did it? The 'discussion' got very heated. Usually she gave in to him, but not this time, and he finally stormed out of house and stayed away for a couple hours. They finally made up afterwards, but the subject was never really settled.

Maybe this was his way of teaching her lesson: 'want to go out and be a little slut, then fine. You can just stay here then and make love to this post!'

Of course he wouldn't do such a thing, or would he? Chris did have a bad temper sometimes. What if he WASN'T coming back? Six months later they would find her skeleton, still hanging from the post, draped in the tattered, moldy remains of a red silk kimono robe. Now that was a morbid thought!

"Relax, girl. You could die out here, but you won't. Chris is probably hiding in those trees somewhere, watching you and getting a hard-on. The scamp!"

"I HOPE YOU'RE ENJOYING THE SHOW!" She called out.

The crickets stopped for a moment . . . then resumed their chirping. Nothing.

"Maybe it was time to try and find a way out this. After all, half the fun of bondage was trying to get loose, and at least it would give me something to do until Chris showed up," Brenda then smiled, "and imagine his reaction if I DID get loose, now that would be fun to see!"

Brenda moved both of her feet together, then lifted herself on her toes to get as much height as possible. Stretching her arms upward, she tried to unhook the chain between her handcuffs.

"Damn it!"

Just less than one inch was all Brenda needed to clear the hook, but try as she might, she didn't have the height to do it. Chris knew exactly how high to put the hook to keep her from getting loose. She suddenly remembered how he did this. About a month ago, she had just wrapped a towel around her after getting out of the shower, when he came into the bathroom. He asked her to raise her arms "like this", he demonstrated. When she did, he stretched a tape measure from her wrists to her ankles. When Brenda asked him what it was all about, he just smiled and said nothing.

"What an idiot I was not to see THIS coming!"

That made her even more determined to get loose. Brenda tried again and again to get the chain over the hook. Finally, she had to stop when her arms and legs started shaking. Maybe she could pull herself up and unhook it that way.

"Yeah sure, I can see me trying to shinny up this post with my legs wrapped around it. I'd probably get splinters all over me . . ."

Suddenly, she heard the sound of a vehicle approaching.

Just ahead, about 200 yards, there was a county road where the dirt path that led to the old barn turned off. She could see headlights on that road approaching from behind the trees. It was Chris! It had to be. Brenda watched anxiously as the lights grew brighter. The shadow of a large semi truck appeared, not their Acura. That meant it wasn't her husband, but who?

Brenda held her breath as it slowed down right where the dirt path turned off. Great! Brenda couldn't believe her bad luck! Why would a truck be turning up this lonely dirt road in the middle of the night? Maybe the driver saw her and decided to investigate. It felt like her heart was about to leap through her chest. Then suddenly the truck sped up again and continued on its route. She breathed a sigh of relief as it disappeared behind the trees on the other side. He was only slowing down to switch gears.

That raised a thought though. Just how conspicuous was she anyway, standing out here in the open? There was very little traffic along that road at this hour, but all it would take, was for one driver to casually look over in her direction. The moon was full, illuminating everything, including the dirt road leading to the abandoned barn where Brenda stood tied to the post, half-naked in her bright red robe! Only a blind man couldn't see her.

"So where the hell is Chris, anyway?"

Time passed, how much time, Brenda had no way of knowing. Her skin felt damp. Part of it from the humidity in the air. Occasionally the breeze cooled it a little, then she would start sweating again. It would probably be scorching again tomorrow.

"People do the dumbest things, especially the young ones, who think they are super human or something. Maybe that's a part of bondage, to remind us that even though we are at the top of the food chain, we are still weak, physically anyway."

Speaking of weak, it was time to rest her legs again. Brenda relaxed her knees, allowing her body to slide down about an inch so until the handcuffs were pulling on her wrists. Another cool breeze blew in against her, and Brenda moaned. For the moment, she had forgotten the dangers that were plaguing her thoughts. She was stuck here, after all, with no control over what might happen anyway, so why not make the best of it. Her mind turned inward. She suddenly became very aware of nice the post felt against her bare tush. Looking down, her eyes trailed along the opening of her robe, past her breasts to the small tuft of dark curls between her legs.

Then Brenda had an idea. She scraped the ground with her bare feet to get the pebbles away, then slowly turned around. In doing so, she had to cross her wrists, tightening the chain on her cuffs. It hurt a little but it felt good. Facing the post, she leaned forward and began rubbing her breasts against it. Her skin began to tingle as she teased them with the rough surface. She found a spot where the wood had split, and let one hardened nipple slip into the crack, while being mindful not to catch any splinters. She had to bite her lip to keep from moaning out loud. She then slid down the post and took delight in the sensation of touching herself like that. Her hips swayed. Her arms ached nicely. Brenda did this for a time then turned back away from the post again.

"I really did it this time. Now I've gotten myself all stirred up."

The last thing she wanted was for Chris to walk up and see her making out with the post. She couldn't help it though. Already plans were forming in her head on how to stand so she could give her lower half a workout. Her legs were doing pretty good, but she still had to pace herself, chill out.

Brenda leaned back against the post and looked up into the sky. Not many stars down low. That meant lots of haze come sun-up; lots of humidity. She could feel the beads growing under her arms, on her stomach and back. One drop rolled down her face into her mouth. It tasted salty.

Suddenly, she heard a sound in the woods.

"Easy girl, you've been hearing sounds all night. The wind. The crickets . . ."