Bondage is usually done in private or in a secluded places away from prying eyes. But occasionally, we get the urge to do something in public.
This adventure was something that came about from one of those times.
I had noticed on my way home from work that next to the road that I travelled every day there was a large puddle that would collect run off and mud after most storms. There was also an exit of the road, just a little way down from it.
So, I decided to stop one evening to see how deep the mud hole would be. So, the next evening that I was working, I packed my BDU's and speed lace combat boots so that I could change into them after work. I also packed the length of chain that I use for restraining myself so that I can walk in but cannot run. The chain is about 30 inch long and when double wrapped around my ankles it leaves about 18 inches between them.
After work I changed into BDU's and combat boots at the car and then I took the length of chain and wrapped it around my ankles and secured it in place with a split link. I drove off after getting everything ready for the the roadside stop.
After I pulled into the roadside stop, I waited till the coast was clear and then got out of my car. I ran to the mud puddle and took a step into it. The mud was much deeper than I thought it would be. My first step off the edge of the road completely covered my boot and then my other boot because of the leg chain. The next thing I knew I was waist deep in the mud. It was at this point that I knew, that I needed to get out as it seemed that it was going to be chest deep and I just might not be able to get out.
So, working my way back to the edge of the mud puddle, mostly by dragging myself along, I was able to extract myself for the mud. About this time a car went buzzing past me and I knew that it would only be a matter of time before a whole lot more would be doing the same thing. So I got up, now covered in mud up to my arm pits, and made a mad dash back to my car. Hindered by the leg irons it was more of a desperate shuffle. Seeing a pair of headlights coming in the distance, I slid behind the bolder that was in front of my car but the car that was coming around the bend turned out to be a policecruiser and he had seen me.
The next thing that happens was that he pulled over behind my car and is telling me at gun point to come out, hands raised and walk towards him. As I came around the bolder, I start to remove the blouse of my BDU's so that if I was going to be placed in cuffs, I would not get them totally covered in mud. Shortly after four other cruisers from three different law enforcement agencies pulled up. And I was told to turn around and kneel and lay my hands behind my head. Then the first officer placed me in cuffs while they were checking to see if I might be wanted for something.
After they had determined that I was not a fugitive, I was uncuffed and they wanted to know why I was dressed like this and covered in mud. I made up the excuse that my partner had told me that I was to arrive home this evening under these circumstances. They wanted to call my partner to confirm the information, so I gave them the house number. I was so relieved that the phone number was coming up as blocked because they could not get a response. I then was allowed to go pick up the blouse portion of my BDU's that I had shed while walking towards the first officer.
I had to remove the length of chain from around my ankles. I was then allowed to leave the scene and go home. The officer that told me to remove the chain from around my ankles said that was necessary because they did not think I would otherwise have a safe ride home.
They were all in disbelief that someone would do something like this and got a real kick out of the whole situation. I'll always remember this night and I'll bet that the local police dept, the Sheriff dept and the Highway patrol got one hell of a great laugh out of the whole thing, and some are still getting a laugh even now.
Do read the alternative ending of this story!