After he left I crawled out of the bushes covered in dirt, mud, and leaves with my hair half plastered to my face only one eye clear. When I reached the trunk I had to bend over and back up to the keyhole to open it. I found my keys and unlocked the padlocks holding the arm cuffs together and to the chain. Grabbing my shirt I pulled it over my head, the collar stretching the neck and chain very visible between my tits. I pressed the air release and removed the gag from my mouth. My jaws ached as the drool sagged off my chin onto my shirt merging with the sweat and mud soaking through from inside. I grabbed a beach towel to cover my seat, closed the trunk, and hopped into the driver’s seat. The drive home was uneventful and I kept the top up so nobody could see me this filthy.
Once I arrived home I ran into the house so nobody would see me. I had to get the key and remove the chain. To do that I had to go outside and unlock the shed for the key to the harness lock. I then went to the bathroom stripping off my shirt and skirt on the way there. I started the shower and unlocked the final lock holding the harness and plugs. The dildo slid out and plopped to the floor of the shower but the butt plug was still inflated and firmly in place. I sat in the shower and grasped the base, pulling gently at first then with a bit more force slipped it out with a satisfying feeling. Maybe I should deflate it before removing it next time. As the shower began to warm up I looked over my filthy body and smiled knowing that I was going to enjoy living here. Afterwards I recalled the ticket the ranger had put on my windshield and went out in my robe to grab it from the windshield. “This doesn’t feel like a ticket” I thought as I went back inside to see it in the light.
Unfolding it I relaxed a bit when I realized it was just normal paper, not a ticket. In neat penciled handwriting, I read “There was a report of a half-naked woman shambling through the woods earlier today, you might want to be careful in the future, Jessica.”