True Sex Stories: Chained Naked In A Tunnel

Adventures in exhibitionism.

It being a stunningly spring day, we decided to go on an expedition. We were returning to a spot that we'd spied over the winter: a tunnel. A pedestrian tunnel under the motorway, with a big wire fence blocking one end of it. Our perverted minds had had the thought: what would it be like to be chained to that fence? Today we were going to find out.

We set off with me in easy to take off slutwear, and with cuffs and snaphooks in James's pockets. The sun was soon blocked out as we entered from the street side, leaving us in amongst the peeling painted walls, graffiti and concrete floors. I wondered how often this tunnel was used.

It is always reassuring having these adventures with James: he makes sure that there is nothing that will come between him and my safety. Before I lost my clothes I stood in position so we could check the lighting, make sure that I wasn't visible from outside the tunnel, and generally get a feel for the space. Once my clothes came off it was quick to get me locked into position.

At first I was just standing there: the classic image of a spreadeagled woman. Then I started to play with the movement I did have; I pulled into the fence, but it was cold so I pushed away from it again. I imagined how I could wiggle if he started doing mean things to me. I tried to look down the tunnel for passers-by but I couldn't see very far. All the while James kept taking pictures.

So what else did James do with me chained up naked in a tunnel? He fingered me until I squirted out a puddle. Why? Because he could. It is a level of humiliation I enjoy – I like him taking control of my body. Thinking about that makes me feel warm and lustful even now…

This was our tenth scavenger hunt. It has been six months since we created this space to inspire us to more and better dares. We would love it if you were inspired to join us!

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