Talk About Embarrassing

This does not end well, and I can't even begin to feel right about it. I still get extremely embarrassed just thinking about it.

This happened over the summer, when I was taking some time off and rented a cabin up in the mountains for a week. No way I thought I would ever run into anybody.

So, there's like a half-mile between cabins, with the lake about 200 yards down the hill.

This was going to be some alone time reflecting and indulging in some self-bondage. I brought a goodie bag of stuff.

To get to the point, which I would rather avoid, but I suppose getting it off my chest will help. Anyway, I didn't bring much clothing to begin with, and as soon as I arrived, I ******** naked, threw all my clothes in a plastic bag and hung it from a nearby tree. I wanted to make it hard for myself to do anything.

I just went on about the day as usual, reading a lot, taking a stroll around the area and being careful to avoid the lake, just in case.

The first two days went by and I didn't hear a soul. The occasional crackling of the leaves got my attention, but it was always a squirrel, a rabbit, some small animal.

By the third day I was ready to really test myself. I was feeling very confident that I was alone. So I took out my bag of goodies and got going.

I'm trying very hard here to get through this story. I'm getting really ill at ease telling it. OK, here goes.

I tied my feet together with rope, gagged myself with a pacifier, which I had slipped some rope around and tied off under my chin.

I was able to tie my hands together behind my back with some slip knots I had learned about from a book. It felt tight when I was done and hard to get loose, but I didn't want to get loose just then. If you keep struggling, you can usually get out quickly enough.

So I was done and got on the floor to relax and wallow in my predicament. I was pleasantly aroused, though could do nothing about it.

I really don't know how much later it was, but I was suddenly aware of those crackling leaves, and it seemed like a herd of rabbits or something. Moments later, I heard voices, women's voices.

In these types of cabins, if you move slightly, the whole thing creaked so I wanted to stay as still as possible. I couldn't even try to get out of my ropes without making noise. I was thinking they would just pass by, and that's what they would have done until one of them noticed the plastic bag.

I couldn't make out what they were saying but they were genuinely curious about it and untied it to bring it down to see what was in it.

They started saying stuff about why the clothes would be there, and then thought maybe something bad had happened. They talked about calling the police, but one of them said if there is danger, it would have happened already.

They then decided to see if the clothes belonged to someone in the cabin. The cabin I was currently occupying, naked, lying on my back, a raging hard on, tied and with a pacifier stuck in my mouth.

I think I stopped breathing. They knocked on the door and asked if anyone were home. For whatever reason, I just closed my eyes thinking they would just disappear.

No such luck.

They opened the door, I kept my eyes shut, and I heard a bunch of gasps. They thought I might be dead, or hurt in some way. one of them came running over, acting very concerned and nearly choked me getting the baby gag out of my mouth.

They kept asking me if I was OK, if they should call police or something. I finally had to say something and the first thing I could think of was telling them I was just playing a joke and they could leave and everything would be fine.

A joke, they said. That's not funny at all.

There were six of them, all dressed the same way. They were part of a summer program and were on their free day when they could explore the area as long as they were behaved.

They kept asking me questions I didn't want to answer and I just asked them to untie me, or at least give me something to wear.

No way, they said. Isn't this part of the joke? All this time, they were looking at me up and down and making no pretense about it.

Crap, crap, crap I kept thinking. Crap. So they kept asking me who did this to me. I finally had to admit I did it myself. And please let me go. I was burning up with embarrassment.

They kept after me about why I was doing this. I explained as best I could so they would understand. They finally said they would help me if they could touch me.

I kept saying no and they kept saying then the joke is on me because they would leave me and take my clothes. This went on and on and finally I said fine, get it over with.

Then they did a surprising thing. They put the pacifier back in my mouth and tied it there. Then they blindfolded me with some of my own clothing.

Then I felt hands all over me, not just down there. They all took turns touching me down there, and the more they did it, the harder it was to stay focused. No joke, this was f---ked up. I did not know what to do.

Even after I came in front of them, they kept touching and spreading my *** all over me.

That was fun, they said, and they wanted to do it again. But the one who I guess was the leader said no, a deal was a deal. But they said, untying me was not part of the deal. They dumped my clothes over me, covering me up and left.

The shame, the guilt, the humiliation of it all flooded over me. I even started crying. I vowed never to tell anyone. But it keeps shaming me.

You see, the girls in question were obviously under 18.


rickie53 rickie53
41-45, M
1 Response Dec 7, 2012

Loved it