When the Wife’s away…

Tonight (or maybe this morning) I was a bad boy.  But what an adventure I had!  My wife is away on business for the week.  I don't really sleep well when she isn't here so I decided to try something.  I tied myself up with ropes around my ankles, above and below my knees and around my thighs.  I put myself in a rope harness and also put on a type of crotch rope.  I cleave gagged myself and then added an over-the-mouth gag.  I then wrapped rope around my arms and chest, using the stair banister as an anchor for the rope as I wound the rope around my upper body.  I placed my wrists behind my back and secured them.  Then I went to bed at 11:00 PM. 

I had set the alarm for about 2:30 AM.  I slept on and off.  I had to get up to use the potty (not easy tied up like I was – luckily I could get my wrists undone and easily secured back again with not much trouble).  I hopped back to bed and slept a little while longer, but at about 1:30 AM, I was awake and excited about my adventure, so I got up.  I safely scooted down the stairs to the front door and hopped outside!  Very quickly I hopped over to the left side of the house.  There was a light on at the neighbors on the right, but I had already planned to go to the left anyway.  There is a street light in our cul-de-sac that shines on our driveway that is on the left side of the house.  The neighbors on that side don't have a window on the right side of their house so I quickly hopped into the shadows by our garage. 

Now the adventure really begins.

I had to hop back across my lighted (very much so it seemed to me) driveway and into the shadows of the neighbor's house.  I then hopped into their back yard, stopping at a tree to conceal myself.  I hopped to the next set of trees across their back yard, very much in the open until I got to the trees for concealment again.  There the adventure really begins.  I now began to hop across the back of all the houses.  There is a big field behind them that has been harvested for straw for cattle.  I tried to conceal myself behind the giant rolls of straw when possible, but that wasn't always easy.  The streetlights from the street in front of the houses I am hopping behind seemed to light up the entire field. 

Gagged as I was, I had to stop frequently to catch my breath.  There were several houses where I had to hop out in the open.  I constantly was watching for a light to be turned on to signal that I had been seen.  It was so quiet that you heard each air conditioning unit as it came on and went off.  There are a couple of houses with dogs, but none barked at me.  That really concerned me because if one started barking at me, there is not much way I could have escaped very quickly tied up as I was.  I hopped about as far as I safely could.  I had planned on turning at one house and hopping to the front to the street, but decided that wasn't so smart.  I was tempting fate enough.

I finally started making my way back.  It seemed like it was taking forever and that I was in the open even more on the way back.  As I hopped back, lights from a car turned into one of the driveways.  I never heard the car!  I ducked down, but I was still in the open field.  The car was several houses down from me.  I saw the light from the car as the door was opened and then shut.  I stayed kneeling down for a couple of minutes (it seemed like half an hour).  No activity toward me so I figured it was safe to start hopping again.  I was really starting to perspire now. 

I finally reached my next door neighbor's house.  As I started to hop back across the lighted area to my driveway, I heard a vehicle come down the street.  Usually no one comes down here unless they live here so I was wondering who this could be.  I quickly hopped up against the neighbor's house in the shadows.  I never saw the vehicle, but I could tell by the headlights it was turning around in the cul-de-sac. 

Were they looking for someone who they had seen hopping across the yards? 

They went back up the street and I hopped across the lighted part of the driveway to the side of my house.  I quickly hopped around to the front door, hopped inside and lay on the floor, catching my breath.  I slowly untied myself.  My socks were really dirty so I washed them in the machine.  They came out quite clean. 

Thus ends my adventure.  I looked at the clock and I had been gone only about 45 minutes.  It seemed like hours!  Would I do it again?  You bet I would like to! 

However, maybe I shouldn't tempt fate again this week.  Maybe the next time my wife is away...

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