A woman experiments with self-bondage in the open air, but the place she chooses isn't as secluded as she thought...
Excerpt: She parked the Mazda in a secluded car park, which was deserted as she had expected. She grabbed her rucksack, climbed out of the car and locked it, putting the keys in the bag. Taking a last look around her she set off up the single track that led away from the car park. Before very long, she was amongst a number of large and craggy rock formations. Having scouted the area previously, she had already found an ideal location for what she had in mind, and she headed to that spot without hesitation.
The formation towered over her. The top was about ten feet above her head, but it was a relatively easy climb in her sensible boots and she had no trouble getting up there. At the top, she looked around. It formed a rough rectangle, at its largest thirty feet long by about ten feet across. Putting down her rucksack, she kicked off her shoes and socks. She opened the rucksack and removed four pitons. These she wedged carefully into cracks in the rock, forming an approximate square five or six feet along each side. She tugged hard at each one to make sure that all of them were firmly lodged in the rock. One came loose, so she moved it slightly and this time it stayed locked in place. She took a blanket from the bag and spread it over the area between them.
Delving again into her bag, she pulled out a set of four leather cuffs, a ball gag and a shiny black PVC hood. Carefully checking that no one was in sight, she stood up and removed her tight, sleeveless T-shirt and equally close-fitting cut-off jeans to reveal a lithe, tanned body. She folded the clothes carefully and put them in the bottom of her bag along with her shoes and socks. Underneath, she was wearing a lacy white brassiere and matching thong. She removed these as well, throwing them into the bag and revealing that her tan was even all over her body. The weather forecast had correctly predicted a fine day, and the sun made her bare skin tingle. A slight breeze played over her, making her nipples stand erect. She moved the bag so that it was partially hidden in a small hollow, well away from the pitons.
She took the cuffs and fastened them securely to her wrists and ankles. Each one had a small metal loop attached to it, and she clipped the two on her ankles to two of the pitons, holding her legs wide open. The pitons had a stiff spring-loaded fastening, and she knew that while she could attach her cuffs to these easily, it was a two-handed job to free them again. Before she did that, however, she put the ball gag in place. It was large and black, and strapped firmly around the back of her head, holding her jaws apart and tongue down, but not uncomfortably so. She pulled the hood over her head, gathering her shoulder-length red hair into a ponytail and passing it through a hole at the back. A zip down the rear held the hood in place. At the front, it came down well over her eyes but left her ears, nose and mouth uncovered. At the back, it reached down to her neck and effectively held the gag strap in place. Two wide straps came forward to buckle under her chin, like a sort of collar. Though she couldn't see it, the material clung to the contours of her head and glistened in the sun almost as though it was wet.
Finally she lay back on the slightly padded blanket. She reached her hands above her head, seeking the pitons. Twisting, she used her left hand to secure her right in its piton and then stretched out for the remaining restraint. By working the cuff round on her wrist, she was able to estimate when the metal loop was underneath her hand. If she then brought her hand down sharply on the piton, the loop should engage the spring-loaded clasp. It took her a couple of attempts, but finally she heard the snick of metal that signified her success. She tugged at the pitons with her arms and legs. They held her firmly in a spread