I trembled in fear knowing this wasn't going to feel good. I had already inflated the plug in my ass with five pumps. Five pumps are all it takes to make the plug completely fill my ass. Squeezing the rubber inflator bulb again made me cringed as my insides painfully stretched around the growing plug. Quickly I squeezed the bulb once more after that.

I quickly disconnected the hand pump from the butt plug and inserted it into the large inflatable dildo that was resting on the tailgate of my truck. With only the moonlight to see by it took a second to connect the pump. My nerves and the pain in my ass were not helping anything.

Between the excitement and a healthy dose of lube, it was easy to slip the dildo into my pussy. I squeezing the hand pump. Five, six, seven times. I was a pump past feeling full. Six was my usual number. It was the threshold between barely comfortable and discomfort. Eight, nine, ten. I bit down on ball gag between my teeth as the last pump took me well into the realm of discomfort.

With speed, I disconnected the pump from the bulbous dildo. It took every ounce of mental strength to keep my muscles from squeezing the plugs and shooting them out. Quickly, I grabbed a length of chain from the tailgate and wrapped it around my waist. I pulled it tight enough to squeeze my stomach before I grabbed one of the locks and slipped it through the links. The chain added to the discomfort with the pressure it put on my stomach and sides.

I could not stop my hands from shaking or my breaths from coming in anything but gasps. With trembling hands, I grabbed another lock and another length of chain. Reaching backwards, I felt around until I found the center most link in the chain clamped around my waist. Using the lock, I attached the second chain in the middle of my back.

With one hand, I reached between my legs and pulled the chain through. With my free hand, I fed the enema hose of the butt plug through one of the links in the chain. Pulling up on the chain forced a groan from my gagged mouth. The plugs pressed even deeper inside me as I tugged hard enough to force the chain between my cunt lips driving the dildo deeper. The trembling in my hands seeped into the rest of my body as I picked up the next lock. My body shook because my mind knew what closing this lock meant. With the exception of one, all my keys are securely stored on the dining room table at home. Carefully I slipped the lock first through the waist chain. Pulling up on the short crotch chain, it dug between my legs until the open lock went through one of the links. My body screamed to stop because of the imposed discomfort, my conscious was screaming no because it knew I couldn’t release the chain till I got home. Somewhere in the back of my subconscious, an overwhelming urge emanated that screamed yes.

I didn’t even know I had clenched my eyes shut until they shot open. Sounding more like a gunshot then a subtle click, the closing of the lock made me freeze as my mind registered the immensity of what I had just done. I was stuck with two overinflated plugs locked inside of me and the keys were not here. The click of the lock did nothing to help the physical discomfort but it did alleviate a portion of the emotional stress and also seriously elevate my arousal. Despite the insanity of it, I was very excited thinking about the fact I now had to walk in the front door of the house wearing nothing but a chain link bikini.

The part of my mind that had begged me to stop now told me the best thing to do was just drive home. It wasn’t because the rational part of my mind was suddenly onboard with the insane idea of walking up to the front door like this within view of my neighbors. That fact was at this point going through the door like this was the easy way out and the sanest plan. I knew without a doubt it was the smartest thing to do but right now, the sick, twisted portion of my brain was in control. Going home now would be boring.

It is only because of the rest of what I have planned for tonight that I can think this. When else could you say that boring was driving home, completely naked with two plugs locked inside me. Even I’m not weird enough to take something like that lightly. Admittedly, a part of my mind is a little crazy. That crazy part of my mind is made of a cocktail of equal parts wild imagination and pure erogenous. That part of who I am knew that it would be immensely fun to continue on. I couldn’t deny that all my little adventures that leave me spending the day locked in chains are always fun. I love fun, so it is impossible for me to resist this kind of thinking.

A familiar, enjoyable tingle grew within me as I slapped thick rubber cuffs around my wrists and lower thighs. As usual, the feeling of the cuffs against my skin caused a sensational buzz to grow within me. You’d see me smiling if it weren’t for the ball clenched between my teeth. Glinting in the moonlight, I could easily make out several stainless steel locks neatly set out in a row. Since tonight’s adventure involved water I had been forced to upgrade to locks that couldn’t rust.

Now that you understand the here and now let me fill you in on the rest. My name is Kelly and I’m nineteen years old. I’m only 5’5” so I’m not the tallest girl but I don’t think height really matters. My boobs don’t really matter but I kind of like having people look and stare at them so I’ll honestly tell you that for my size they are pretty big. More than a few people have said their size seems to match my sex drive. Enough of my boobies, here is the rest of my spiel. I was a cheerleader in high school and I played intramural sports last year in college so despite all the partying, my body is still in good shape. School is out for the summer so I’m back home for a few months. My parents are doing a summer long second honeymoon, which has delightfully left me a house to myself all summer to explore my wildest ideas. At the moment I have abandoned the seclusion of the house for an spot not too far outside of my home town.

I took a long moment and ran through my mental checklist for tonight’s outing. A two inch black ball was tightly secured between my teeth. The lock in the buckle of the strap was at home. Both my ass and pussy were very stuffed, my chain chastity belt is locked in place and the keys to the locks were all at home. All of the cuffs were locked on with the keys to the locks also at home. Everything else was already in place on the bank of the irrigation canal. I knew I was ready but I couldn’t help but hesitate.

Taking a long deep breath, I steadied my nerves and grabbed the air pump from the tailgate. Moving around to the side of my truck, I stopped just before the cab. My truck had a toolbox in the back up against the cab. Peaking inside the open toolbox, a sickening feeling grow in my stomach. Inside was a backpack with a lock through the zipper. The backpack contained all of my clothes. It took another long breath to calm my nerves before I was able to toss the air pump inside the toolbox, shut the lid and use a key to lock the box. As soon as it was locked I pulled out the key but hesitated as I held it in my hand.

Once again, I was trebling only this time it was with excitement. From here, it was a ten mile drive back to my house. Normally ten miles isn’t far but with my clothes locked in the tool box it seemed like it was on the other side of the country. I was out on the edge of town where the high plateau the town was settled on turned to hills and mountains. My truck was parked down a long dirt road that came to an abrupt end. Not many people knew about this spot so there wasn’t much worry of anyone finding my abandoned vehicle before I retrieved it.

In my hand I held both a key for the tool box and the trucks ignition. They were bound together on a single key chain. Both were copies of the real keys that were piled on the table at home along with all my other keys. I closed my eyes and squeezed the keys in my fist. From here it was ten miles to get back to the house. With a long breath in, I opened my eyes. I was still feeling excited even knowing what was ahead of me. I knew I was ready. My arm jerked as I sent the keys flying through the air. I heard a faint clink as they tumbled to the ground deep in the dark forest. Even in the daylight, it is doubtful I would ever find the keys again but that was the reason for making the spare copies. Now all I had were the real ones that were safely stored at home with everything else.

Leaving the truck, I followed a narrow dirt path through the woods. The dirt was powdery dry and soft beneath my naked feet. Through the darkness, I heard the faint gurgle of water. Excitement grew inside me as I got closer to the noise. I’ve loved bondage for as long as I can remember. As a kid I played behind the house with rope when no one was looking. In my teens I acquired a pair of handcuffs. Hogties quickly became my passion. When no one was home I would spend hours crawling on my belly through the house to reach the handcuff keys placed in one room or another. I’m nineteen now and I’ve tried a lot of different things. This summer I have been especially adventurous. It was just a couple weeks ago that I was naked, hobbled and gagged deep in the woods. With my hands locked behind my back I walked mile after mile down a long abandoned logging road high in the hills.

Nothing I’ve done before can match the adventure I was setting out on tonight. All summer long I’ve had the bondage itch. It’s an impulse I just can’t ignore. Normally all it takes is a small taste of bondage to satisfy my itch but for some reason this summer the itch just won’t go away. Simple handcuffs can’t come close to satisfying my desire. Only my big adventures stopped the itch but it only lasted a little while. My mind was constantly thinking about bondage. Everything I saw no matter how mundane, I thought up ways of using in my next adventure. I couldn’t even walk past a hardware store without getting wet. The fact is I love my bondage. I love the weeks of planning, and the high from the arousal that leads up to it. The sharp click of a lock is an instant aphrodisiac. I am hooked on bondage and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

The forest came to an abrupt end. If it wasn’t for the gag I would be smiling. I stopped at the edge of the trees. In the light of the full moon, it was easy to see the water only a few feet in front of me. Fifty feet away I could see where the water ended and the forest continued. It was an unnatural segregation. On both sides of the water, the tree lines were perfectly straight. In front of me was a man made irrigation canal that brought water from a high mountain reservoir down to the rich farmlands in one of the neighboring states.

Growing up in town, I was very familiar with this canal. During the hot summer months, it was the only refuge for kids with nothing to do. The canal mostly kept to the edge of town, but with a town as small as ours, it was always within an easy bike ride to reach. I spent countless summer days on an inner tube, lazily floating down the canal with my friends, which gave me the experience necessary to plan tonight’s fun.

Tonight I had no friends with me. Outwardly, I was praying I wouldn’t be coming across any of them at any point tonight but inwardly a small part couldn’t help but fantasize about the possibility. I knew none of my friends could ever understand why I wanted to float down the canal like this. The truth is even I can’t explain it. I just know I love it.

Sitting at the edge of the water, I hesitated while I weighed my options. From here, it was a long walk back to the house. Too long of a walk considering my current fashion statement. Realistically I knew I could walk the ten miles but it would be a nightlong endeavor. Given that the town is centered in a large open valley, making it to the house without being seen would be difficult at best. The forest I was in, extended endlessly into the mountains but less than a mile in the direction of the town.

Walking home was definitely not a good option despite my brief consideration. A shiver ran through me as I stared at my raft. It was nothing more than a black hole in the night. Aside from the shiny silver chains wrapped around it and some white lettering, nothing about it was visible in the moon lit night. It was only because the water was reflecting the moonlight that you could tell it was there.

I couldn’t help but look a little closer. The white letters painted onto the black inner tube were not part of the original manufacturing. It was childish but I loved the little addition. It may not be much of a boat but at least it was a well named one. Even with only the moonlight to see by I could clearly read ‘H.M.S. Tiedtanic’ printed on the rubber inner tube.

Only when compared to walking did the raft seem like a good option. In contrast to walking, rafting would be a lot easier physically. Instead of an exhausting ten-mile walk, I could choose to float down the canal to where I had stashed my moped and a set of keys to the locks laying on the dirt next to the water’s edge. Having to choose between the two options both scared and excited me. The canal ran around the opposite side of the town from my house. Once I started floating, I would have to ride along the canal until I came to the spot where I left my moped.

My idea for tonight was to force myself to choose between two equally scary choices. What I had come up with was a decision between walking home or floating to a vehicle. Since walking ten miles wouldn’t be easy, I picked a spot for my scooter that would require an equally grueling float trip to reach. Between here and the abandoned road I had left my moped were seventy miles of canal.

While floating in theory is easy compared to walking it did come with its own difficulty. Physically it would require nothing of my body since the water would do all the work but emotionally it would be demanding. Since the canal flowed at a constant speed, I knew it would take at least a day and a half to cover that kind of distance. The emotional stress of being bound knowing I could be found at any time was going to be immense.

As if floating naked down the canal wasn’t risky enough I had added one more thrill to the adventure. There were no clothes with my moped just keys to the locks for my wrists. Once I was there I would have to wait till night fall and ride my scooter all the way back to the house. Even though it was a longer distance, riding naked on a scooter would take a fraction of the time it would take to walk from here. Ultimately, both options would take a long time and carried a serious risk of exposure but that was the point. I can’t describe the excitement I’m feeling as I try to weigh the two options against each other.

A sickening feeling was starting to form in my stomach. It was a very familiar feeling that always started once I was past a point of no return. As exciting as a long float trip sounded I knew it would be miserable. Up until now, I’ve never lasted more than eight hours being plugged or gagged. I could have parked my moped a lot closer but tonight I wanted to push myself way beyond any of my limits.

The river option would be dreadful but it seemed like the best choice. The option to walk was less risky but it scared the hell out of me. Walking ten miles was beyond anything I would normally do. I knew I could physically manage it but it would take time which is something I don’t have much of. It was the middle of summer, which means the sun would be up very early. Both options carried a risk of being discovered but walking was much riskier. Even if I left now, I would be ducking through my neighbors backyards in the dawn morning light. Not a smart idea in farming country where everyone is up early.

I knew I would still be exposing myself on the canal but I felt a lot better knowing I could easily float past town in the dead of night. Once the canal left the town it wandered through the barren between towns where no one lived. There was still a chance someone would be out there to discovery me but at least that person wouldn’t be one of my neighbors.

Even as excited as I was, there was no way I could even begin to deny that spending two days plugged and gagged wouldn’t be tortuous but it was without a doubt the best option. The sickening feeling in my stomach moved a little lower and turned to a warm tingle. From my pussy the warmth spread throughout my body and grew as I pictured what the man who discovered me would do.

Even if I didn’t add any more restraints, I would be one hell of a shock to anyone who found me. Despite having a creative mind, I knew there wasn’t a story in the world I could use to explain myself right now. I couldn’t help but giggle. Assuming I could get a word around the gag of course.

I sighed as I stared down at the rest of my goodies. I knew it they were a bad idea but the thought of wearing the rest of it excited me. Thinking about being discovered with my hands locked behind my back scared the hell out of me. I brought my mind back to the reality that being seen as I was would be bad enough that no matter what I add the outcome wouldn’t change. Even with my hands free it wasn’t like I could really resist a guy determined to capture me. The warmth between my legs grew as I pictured someone finding me while I was completely helpless. I knew I had to add the rest of the restraints.

The thrill of the adventure was far too exciting to pass up. Without considering consequences, I picked up a backpack from the canal bank. The straps bit into my shoulders as the full weight of the pack pulled down. Inside of the backpack were three backpack water bottles. Normally you would only carry a single of the large one gallon rubber hiking water bladders in a pack. For this adventure, I had combined three of them in a single backpack to create a massive three-gallon reservoir.

Out of the bottom of the pack protruded a hose that would normally go to a mouthpiece for drinking. The mouthpiece was gone and just prior to the end of the hose was a clamp I had just bought from an online enema supply store. Currently the clamp is closed preventing even a drop of the three gallons of fluid from leaking out. Reaching behind me, I connected hose from the backpack to the hose from the enema plug.

Both the clamp and the inflated plug nestled in my ass were purchased from the same store. When I discovered the online store had inflatable dildos too, I couldn’t help but add one to my order. As soon as I had gotten the idea to try this adventure I realized hydration and nourishment were going to be serious issues. A little research and many erotic stories later, I realized an enema was the solution to the problem. Despite all the stories I read, I never tried giving myself an enema before today. I’ve been playing with the inflatables all week but it wasn’t until this afternoon that my bowels were flooded with water.

I can’t describe how good it felt to feel my belly swell as the water rushed into me nor the immense need I immediately felt to get it all out. It was obvious I wasn’t going to love this part of the adventure but I also knew that you couldn’t have a great bondage adventure without experiencing some kind of torture. A loud click echoed through the night as I released the clamp. I cringed, as a cold sensation grew deep within me. I let the water fill me before squeezing down on the clamp. It’s built in ratchet locked it in place. It wasn’t completely closed but enough to limit the flow to a very small trickle.

I had the biggest urge to use the bathroom but the overinflated plug in my ass prevented even a drop from seeping out. Inside the backpack was a cocktail of water, sugar, protein powder and electrolytes. It was the middle of summer and a very long float trip between here and my moped. All the nourishment my body would need for the multiday trip would slowly trickle into my ass over the course of this long journey.

My breaths started to occur as quick pants. Between the inflated plugs and all the water, I felt like I was going to pop. I couldn’t believe I was actually out in the middle of the night, deep in the hills, gagged, plugged and flooded. I felt immensely uncomfortable yet incredibly aroused. I couldn’t help but put my hands on my chest. I rubbed my boobs and squeezed my tits. The attention to my chest sent shivers through my pussy.

This was completely insane. A float trip was the craziest idea I’ve ever had. Looking at the inner tube I immediately pictured every single house, farm and road the canal would take me past. Even though it is the middle of the night when most people are in bed, I still knew there were always people up. Thinking about being in town completely naked scared the hell out of me but the more I thought about the wetter my pussy got.

Moving from the dry bank, I stepped through the center of the inner-tube that was floating in the water. With shaking hands I picked up a lock from the dry dirt bank and slipped it through the front of my waist chain. The shiny silver lock glinted in the moon light. Leaning forwards, I slipped the open hasp through a link in the chain wrapped and locked around the inner-tube. Knowing it was a crucial point of no return, my whole body shook as I squeezed the lock. With a distinct click, it closed, sealing the chain links of my waist harness and the chain around the inner-tube together. I was now one with the boat.

Picking up a second silver lock from the bank of the waterway, I reached behind myself. Just as in front, a wrap of chain was locked around the inner-tube. I slipped the lock through that wrap of chain before slipping it through the backside of my waist harness. A shiver of excitement shot through me as the lock clicked shut. I was bound to my inflation device with no choice but to hang suspended in its center.

In the darkness of the night, I saw the glint of moonlight reflecting off the stainless steel metal rod resting on the bank next to the rest of my locks. I picked it up along with two locks before reaching through the middle of the inner-tube. As I stretched my knees far apart, I lost my footing on riverbank. My entire body weight fell onto the crotch chain that was connected to the inner tube. A deep grunt escaped the gag as the plugs thrust even deeper within me.

The swift current tried to sweep me away but the rafts anchor kept me from floating off. I quickly pulled myself back to shore and planted my feet in the mud. I had to stretch my knees as far apart as my hips would allow as I locked the spreader bar first on one knee cuff before connecting it to the other. My legs were splayed to the maximum of my flexibility. A shiver of fearful excitement shot through me. Having my legs splayed made me feel completely exposed and vulnerable. Despite the chastity chain, I felt like I was wide open for a fucking.

An insuppressible fear consumed me. This was the real moment of no return. Attached to the inner-tube was a fifty pound sand bag. The thought of drowning was not something I enjoyed having floating through my mind. Reaching behind then in front, I squeezed the black painted buoys that were attached to the chains locked around the inner tube. Even if the inner tube sprung a leak, I would be safe from the horrific fate of being pulled to the bottom of the canal by the sandbag.

The sandbag wasn’t necessary for the long float trip to the moped but it did add an irresistible twist to my adventure. Currently the sandbag rested on the bank anchoring the inner tube. Two different ropes secured the heavy bag of sand to the raft. The first was very short. One end was tied to the sand bag while the other was frozen in water inside a small pvc pipe. One end of the pvc pipe had a hole just large enough for the rope to fit inside. The opposite end had a ring that is locked to the chain that wraps around the inner tube in the front of me. Once I pushed away from the bank, the sand bag would dangle at my toes, suspended by the short rope.

When the ice in the small PVC pipe melted, the sandbag would fall to the bottom of the canal. The second rope was long enough to let the sandbag touch bottom in even the deepest part of the canal. Like the short rope, this longer rope also had one end frozen in an ice block that was incased in a pvc pipe that was connected to the raft. The second pipe was over four times the diameter of the first pipe.

Based on my experiments, the smaller block of ice would melt in about an hour and a half. In that amount of time I should just be entering the edge of town but I knew with it being night the ice would melt slower. My whole body shivered with excitement. There was no way to know when or where I would be when the ice melted. There was a small chance that it might melt while before I reached town but most likely it will happen somewhere in town. Once the small block of ice melted the sandbag would drop anchoring me in place till the larger block melted. The larger block of ice usually melted in about six hours.

A shiver ran through my spine. Dawn was only about eight hours away. If the bigger block of ice took longer than usual to melt, it could mean I will still be in town as the sun comes up. In most places in the country, people were still in bed at dawn but not here in the land of the farmers. Fear and excitement filled me. The thought of getting caught was both horrifying and irresistibly arousing. Thinking about it fueled my body with a constant rush of adrenaline.

Thinking about the sun coming up and farmers coming out to tend their field caused a giant pit to form in my stomach. There was no doubt in my mind it would be incredibly humiliating. I knew that never testing the ice at night in the water meant there was no way to know with any certainty how long they would really take to melt. It was impossible to deny that I was cutting things close even if everything went as planned but with all the variability involved there was no way to really know how things would work out.

Suddenly I hit the point where I realized I had gone too far. My arousal was gone, in its void grew a surge of fear. Oh my god. What have I done? I dug my toes into the mud. The thought of floating down the canal scared me beyond description. My whole body shook uncontrollably. Within me I felt the exact same fear as when you reach the top most crest of a roller coaster. My mind locked on the realization that I didn’t have to worry about what the person finding me would do to me.

The erotic fog suddenly cleared from my mind. All the fantasies disappeared as I realized the true horror of what being discovered would mean. The thought of what some stranger or a neighbor would think about me suddenly didn’t seem even remotely scary. What I suddenly realized was that if I was discovered in our small town it was a guarantee that it was my parent’s scorn I would be facing. The thought of my parents being told about how I would be found made me sick. For the first time since I came up with this crazy idea, I realized why it was so insane.

I wasn’t actually past the point of no return, I told myself. I could still get out of the water and walk I knew. My head swam from the thought of walking. Even if I untied the sand bag, the inner tube was locked around my waist. Realistically the inner tube would only make me look ridiculous. The real problem was the rod locked between my legs. With my legs spit so far apart there was no way I could make any kind of time walking. It would be impossible to walk home before the sun came up.

I felt like I had swallowed a lead weight and it was sinking in my stomach. I realized I really was past the point of no return. I had gone past it without even realizing it. Blankly I stared down the canal that disappeared into the night. My mind searched for an alternative but came up empty. I really had no choice but to float down this canal like this.

Somehow the immense fear slowly turned to a warmer feeling. No matter how bad of an idea it was, I was going to float down the canal in bondage. I couldn’t believe how insane I was. I knew it was an incredibly risky thing to do but now that I knew I had no choice I couldn’t help but be aroused.

Reaching out to the sandbag I found the end of the rope. I quickly found the knotted ends. I grabbed the knots with both hands ready to untie them when I noticed the moonlight glinting off my last lock. I felt a little disappointed seeing it laying there. Despite everything else, I knew having my hands free was going to spoil any fun I could have from being tied up. It isn’t bondage if you can use your hands.

Now the thought of floating down the canal just seamed risky and pointless. I couldn’t believe I had gone through all this just to end up risking everything to float down the canal for nothing. I was just starting to untie the knots when I was sidetracked by the sarcastic part of my brain. What started as a twisted joke in my head turned into a sudden realization.

I already looked like a bondage pervert. Being found with my hands locked together instead of free really wasn’t going to change anything. I quickly dashed the thought of being able to defend myself if my hands were free. Up against a muscular farm boy there is nothing I could do in the best of circumstances. The more I thought about it the more I realized leaving my hands free did nothing for me.

Picking up the lock, I reached my arms behind my back. I wasn’t going to lock them in place just yet but I wanted to see what it would feel like. I held the lock in my hand and placed my wrists against the back of my waist chain. A rush of excitement filled me as I imagined floating through town like this. With my empty hand I found the clamp on the enema hose. It was the perfect position for both comfort and access.

I started thinking about stories of people filling themselves full of water and plugging their asses for hours on end. Standing in the water of the canal added a level of excitement to the stories I was thinking of. Somehow floating in the water full of water sounded bizarrely exciting.

I cracked the clamp open and felt a cool water rush inside of me. On a whim I reached further back to the chain wrapped around the inner tube. Out of curiosity I slipped the lock through one of the links. I had never tried locking the cuffs together back there. It took a little doing but I found I could make it work.

The cool sensation inside of me was growing. I moaned with pleasure as my belly started to swell. I can’t describe how amazing I felt. I knew eventually it would start to get uncomfortable but right now it felt great. Picturing floating down the canal completely helpless with my hands locked behind me put my horniness into overdrive. I wanted to try it more badly then I can describe.

The click of the lock shocked me. I was thinking about doing it but I hadn’t meant to do it. A warm rush of pleasure filled me for a brief second before it was washed away with fear. I had completely forgotten about the sand bag.

I tried to reach back and grab the rope but the cuffs held my wrists in place. I worked my way to the water's edge to where the sandbag was. I tried to grab the sandbag but the innertube just bumped into the ground keeping my hands just out of reach of it.

I couldn't believe how stupid I had been. I took a couple steps back into the water. The bank was steep and I was quickly in deep enough to make the innertube start to float. With all of my might I leapt forward into the water. My full weight came down on the chain running between my legs as the bank dropped down well below my suspended feet. Suddenly the innertube jerked as the sandbag slipped down the bank and hung from the rope at my feet.

I did my best to kick my way towards the center of the canal. The forest quietly slipped past me as the currently quickly carried me down the canal. A ripple of excitement floated through me as I tested my bonds and found no weaknesses. I was just starting to feel the rush of the moment when the sandbag bumped into my foot reminding me of its presence.

Closing my eyes I pictured some stranger walking upon the edge of the canal out on the edge of town. I was well past town in the middle of nowhere but there he was. He has his back to me walking the same direction I'm floating but as if he senses my presence he turns and looks up the canal.

A sliver of fear strikes me as I realize I've been discovered but a warm buzz quickly fills me as I see a smirk on the man's face. My mind begins to ponder what wicked thoughts this stranger might have rushing through his head. Just as I picture myself bumping into the shore in front of him the sandbag bumps my foot again.

Instinctively I open my eyes but there was nothing to see. Closing my eyes I tried to pick-up the fantasy where I had left it but I couldn't quite focus on it. Something in the back of my mind was forcing itself forward. I tried to ignore it and forced my mind to reopen the fantasy I had been interrupted from.

Just as I recaptured the image of the man's face the world of my fantasy changed. I wasn't out in the middle of nowhere anymore I was in town. I realize my surroundings weren't moving anymore. Suddenly I couldn't help but think of the moment when the sandbag dropped and I was stuck in place. I refocused on the man but this time I saw his face differently. He wasn't smirking and he wasn't happy.

Fear shot through me even as I opened my eyes and dashed the thought away. I tried to shrug it off as a scary thought but I kept feeling the sandbag bump into my feet. I tried to picture the man on the edge of town happy to find me but I couldn't hold onto the image. Each time I tried I came up with a different image. All of them were the same. I was in town, stuck in place and there were people all around me.

What have I done?

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