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Ron and I have a great sex life… when he’s here. But he’s a construction worker and is gone a lot during the week. Even when the jobs are nearby and he doesn’t have to spend Sunday through Thursday at some cheap motel, he is gone from before sunup to after sundown.I liked it better when he was just a precision welder. But then he got a promotion. Now, in addition to being a precision welder, he is a weld inspector. They offered him a big title if he became just the Weld Quality Control Officer for the company, but he knew that would be a salaried position with just as many–or more–hours, but only half or three-quarters the pay. So he continues to weld occasionally just to keep his skills and certifications and spends most of his hours running a bead with his initials alongside weld after weld that he inspects.I really look forward to our weekends together. I’m a very needy woman when it comes to sex, and fingers and toys can only do so much. Also I have some… special needs… when it comes to sex. Regular sex is good. Sometimes regular sex is great. But nothing compares to being tied up or tied down while Ron has his way with me.Once I am tied up, he can do anything he wants with me–except pain. I’m not into that. I like being restrained, but no whippings or canings or stuff like that. An occasional light spanking if I am already all turned on is OK. In fact, it can take me higher. But for the most part, I just like to be tied up. Living way out in the country means that Ron can even tie me up outside if we are on the back of our property or in the woods that we own.I have my own favorite spot with two trees that are just the right distance apart with limbs that practically overlap each other just the right height off the ground. Ron can tie me standing between the trees and then force my ankles wide apart by tying them to some dog leash stakes that he screwed into the ground there. Then I can stand looking out into the woods while Ron takes me from the front or from the back. Sometimes he just ties me there and plays with me and then leaves me hanging–literally–for a while. By the time he gets back I’m ready to fuck anyone or anything.He always sets up a trail camera like hunters use for keeping track of deer on trails. It connects to the wifi back at the house. He says that’s so he can make sure I’m safe, but I think he gets pretty stirred up watching me squirm. It has sound, so he can hear me begging him if he leaves me out there too long… and he hasn’t gagged me.Ron understands all my needs and what I will and won’t do. In all the years we have been married… and for a few years before that, I’ve never had to use my safeword, “Kemppi.” Kemppi is the name of a company that makes welding stuff. Ron had one of almanbahis şikayet their catalogs in his apartment when we were first getting kinky and I thought it was a silly word that I would never accidentally use. The only time I intentionally use it is when Ron asks me what my safeword is before we start an intense session.Anyway, Ron is working a local job… well relatively local. It is about an hour from home if you took the freeway. Then it is about five miles back to the actual site where they are building this brand new factory of some sort. Ron took me out there once to show me where the buildings would be going up. It’s a local job, but he’s still gone at least twelve hours a day.I was really looking forward to some weekend relief, when he called me up in the middle of the day on Thursday and asked if I would mind if he went up to the lake with a couple of the guys for some fishing. They were rigging a new crane or something on the jobsite, so they would be getting off at noon on Friday. That meant he could go up to the lake with the guys Friday night, fish all day Saturday, and come back Sunday afternoon.My body really wanted me to say, “No, I need you,” but he loves to fish and doesn’t get much time to do that either. I swallowed hard, then my mind and my love for him overruled my body and I said, “OK.”Friday night as I was laying in bed alone, a wonderfully wicked idea came into my mind. A year or so ago, I saw this video online of a woman tied up naked in the back of a pickup truck as it went down the highway. Ever since then I have imagined myself tied up in the back of Ron’s work truck as he goes down the road.His truck is bigger than a normal pickup. It’s a Ford F450 with what he calls a service bed. I can always tell it is his truck parked on the job-site because it has a liftgate on the back. When it is folded up in the storage position, it is exactly the same height as the toolboxes rather than being one of those really short tailgates like most of the other trucks like that have. Ron says he needs the liftgate for two reasons. One, to lower his portable welder down out of the truck bed. And two, to hide everything he throws up in the bed with his big welder.I have often fantasized about being tied up in that truck bed, and this weekend, I could more than fantasize. Both of Ron’s welders were somewhere up on the fourth or fifth floor of the factory building. The bed between the big toolboxes was empty. And in many strategic spots on the floor and on the side walls there were recessed, hinged D-rings that Ron normally used to tie down the two welders and other stuff he carried in his truck. He always parked under the big tree alongside the garage, so I didn’t have to worry about getting sunburned. almanbahis canlı casino I could tie myself down in the back of the truck and close my eyes and imagine that we were going down the road just like in that video.This wasn’t my first time doing self-bondage, so I didn’t have to buy anything or learn how to use the automatic release locks or anything like that. All I had to do was put my vibrators and gags where they needed to be, lock myself in place, and ride out as many orgasms as my batteries could give me.Early Saturday morning… OK, somewhere around ten on Saturday morning, I finally got out of bed and pulled my goodie bag out of the bedroom closet. It’s an oversized gym bag where I store all my bondage gear. I sat at the kitchen table and put fresh batteries in everything, and then, still naked, I headed out to the truck.With the lift tailgate up and in place, it wasn’t easy to get into the back. I had to open the driver’s side door and then climb up using the step and the seat to climb up over the front corner of the toolbox sides. I set my goodie bag on the top of the wide toolbox and sort of stood on the seat to look into the place of my fantasy.Fantasy met reality for the first time that afternoon. Inside the truckbed were several small piles of broken tools and welding rod stubs. In addition, there was a layer of dirt and gravel picked up from various job-sites scattered all over the floor. I went back into the house to get a broom, a bucket, and the thick blanket that we use when we picnic down by the lake.I climbed down into the bed and picked up everything big enough to pick up and swept up the rest. It took three buckets full–and three trips in and out of the truck bed–before I had everything cleaned out. By then I was all sweaty and grimy, but I really didn’t want to track things back through the house to the shower. I wasn’t worried about getting really clean because I was going to end up all sweaty by the time this was over anyway, but I didn’t want to start off with sand and gravel stuck to my skin. So, I rinsed my body off with the hose. Brrrr!I figured I would dry in the sun as I finished setting everything up. I climbed back up into the truck bed for what I hoped would be the final time and laid out the blanket. It would provide a little padding and would make sure I didn’t get covered once again in sand or dirt. Then I opened my goodie bag and started setting out my gear.As soon as I pulled my ball gag out of the bag, I put it in place. It is a safety gag with air holes and all that so I can’t choke. If Ron and I are playing, he will sometimes use a solid ball–he thinks that is sexier–or will even use a penis gag, but he insists that if I am playing alone I stick with almanbahis casino the safety versions.I had already decided that I was going to lay with my head toward the back of the truck like the woman in the video. I think that was done so the driver had a straight-in view of her gaping cunt between her widely spread legs as he drove down the road. My cunt wouldn’t really be visible, but I wouldn’t really be going down the road either.I connected my “pull sticks” to D-links on the floor near the front of the bed. My pull sticks are spring-loaded devices about five feet long when extended, but only a little over two feet when fully released. Ron had one of his machinist buddies build them for me. I think he told them he was going to use them for something up at our cabin or something. I have to use one of Ron’s electric winches out in the garage to pull them open, but they aren’t so strong that they would tear me apart or anything. Once I have them pulled open, I fold over this little latch thing and stick a steel pin in a slot. It kind of looks like a miniature mousetrap on the side of the stick. To activate it, all I have to do is pull the pin and release the spring. They will pull my ropes up to two feet shorter and hold me really tight.I connected my ropes to the pull sticks using my time-release locks and then carefully threaded them through the D-rings that were mounted about half-way up the walls at the back next to the liftgate. I used two locks–one on each side, both set to five hours– just in case something went wrong. Worst case, I would end up stuck in the back of the truck until Ron got home from his fishing trip, but I really didn’t want to spend a day and a half stuck there. And besides, if I wasn’t careful, Ron would take away my toys until I promised to do everything the safe way.Next, I used threaded quick links to attach short lengths of chain to two more D-rings at the same height at the front corners. After I wrapped restraint cuffs around my ankles, I lay down on the blanket and checked to see that everything– meaning me– was going to fit. After lifting my legs up towards the chains and holding my hands where I thought they were going to be, I connected a snap connector three links up on each of the chains. It was going to be difficult to finally snap things into place once I was all prepared, but I was pretty sure I could do it.I tied the ends of the ropes to a set of wrist restraints and then lay down once again to see if things would fit. After skooching around a little to put my feet in the proper place, I held my hands together over my head to see if I would be able to put on the wrist restraints. They are Velcro closures and as long as I can get my hands together, I can put them on… or take them off. Once the pull sticks were activated, however, I would definitely not be able to bring my hands together until the locks released the ropes. I took off the wrist restraints and adjusted the ropes about three inches tighter. All was ready.
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