Slowly, carefully, and with minimal sound she began easing the shackle chains up the tree, bracing her body against the smooth trunk for leverage to assist her to her feet. She’d have to stand up fully, and go at least a quarter of the way around the tree to be able to grasp the shackle key. She broke into a slight sweat, caused by a combination of her muscular exertions and the onset of nervousness. After a seeming eternity she was on her feet and easing her way around the tree. At the same time she was lifting her leading hand upward, feeling blindly for the key, hanging on its string. She breathed a sigh of relief when her questing fingers touched the string. She trailed her hand down the string to grab the key… and encountered… the end of the string! She gasped! There was no key!
After a moment, a deep voice said, “Are you looking for this?” And a hand snaked its way around the tree, until, right in front of her face it stopped, displaying in the dim light that it held her key. The owner of that hand was still out of sight around the curve of the tree’s trunk. But Nan recognized that voice. It was Anthony, her next door neighbor! And he’d not only caught her in a very compromising position — he also held the key to her freedom — literally! Yes, she had the backup key in her backpack, so she felt for that with her bare toes. She was not completely surprised to learn that her backpack had been moved somewhere unknown. She was completely at his mercy!
Anthony (Tony to his friends) stood there, holding that key, and savoring this moment that he’d planned for and waited weeks to see it come to fruition. It had started back when he’d installed a couple of trail cams in the woods. He wasn’t sure if he’d actually hunt any of the animals, but he enjoyed being able to sit in his home and monitor their movements. The one on the game trail was motion activated, as was the one that faced the meadow. But Tony could switch either one on remotely, and watch either on his smartphone, or on his computer’s large screen. He’d seen mainly deer at night, along with an occasional owl, and in one rare moment, a bat frozen in flight. In the daytime, he’d seen dogs, cats, woodchucks and squirrels. Monitoring was seductively addictive, since the animals behaved normally, not knowing they were being observed.
Still, Tony was rather shocked the first time he spotted Nan walking along the game trail at night. His smartphone had vibrated in his pocket, alerting him to the activation of the trail cam. Expecting to see a deer walking the trail, Tony was flabbergasted to see a nude blonde woman instead. It was only a still image of her backside, but it was just possible she was heading for the meadow. Rushing to his computer, he activated the trail cam at the meadow, and stared at the view. In a few minutes, his efforts were rewarded when the woman stepped into view. It was his neighbor, Nanette! He only knew her vaguely — they might politely say hello or wave if they saw one another on the street.
“What a great body she has!” he muttered to himself as he enjoyed the frontal view of her assets. But his opinion of her pulchritude skyrocketed when Nan began to dance. The movements of her lithe body as she danced, leaped, and pirouetted with abandon captivated his attention. Being male, his blue eyes darted from her breasts to her pussy to her buttocks. The sight of her was so arousing that he began touching himself, but not before activating a video recording app on his computer. “I need to keep a copy of this, or in the morning I’ll feel it was a dream,” he thought.
That was the first time Tony saw Nan, but certainly not the last. Night after night he checked his camera feeds. Nan was not out there every night, but she appeared often enough to reinforce his need for voyeurism. One night he became even more intrigued when he spotted her dancing wearing shackles connected by chains from wrist to wrist. She incorporated the chains smoothly into her dance, looking like some slave girl desperately dancing for her freedom. He ran his hands through his reddish blond hair in amazement as he watched. He’d lost several girlfriends when he’d tried to introduce elements of kinkiness like handcuffs and being tied up into their relationship. He yearned for such activities, but had virtually given up hope of finding such a match. And here was a young woman that seemed to enjoy it — and she lived next door!
“I can’t just walk up to her and say that I know she enjoys kinky stuff like being shackled. I also can’t just say that I’m aware she likes dancing naked in the meadow at night. Being so direct would probably be a major turn-off and she’d stop visiting the meadow and be angry enough to never speak to me again,” he said to himself. “I’m going to need some sort of leverage. I guess the first thing I can do is record her activities. Maybe she’ll be more compliant to my wishes if I have some concrete evidence of things she’d rather not let be seen by others.” He never let the word ‘blackmail’ come into his mind, even though he was considering doing exactly that.
So he watched and recorded, and began keeping a journal of dates and times, looking for a pattern. He got so used to watching the monitor that he found himself spending more daytime hours checking the screen as well. Usually it was the animals he’d seen before, but now, since he was being more extensive in his observations, he occasionally saw Nan in the meadow during the daytime. Watching closely, he decided that she was clearing things from her dance area. Perhaps she’d felt a stone, or a branch in the darkness. Perhaps a prickly plant was trying to get a foothold and she was digging it out. He found he liked watching her move, even when she was fully clothed.
One day recently, he saw something quite out of the ordinary, though. Nan, wearing a backpack, came to the meadow in the daylight. But she looked around as if getting her bearings, and then began walking toward the beech grove. “Why are you going there, Nan?” he asked his monitor. Curiosity got the better of him and he went out to follow her. He could move fairly silently through the woods when he could see the forest floor and carefully place his feet. He reached the beech grove from a different direction and stopped and listened. Nan wasn’t trying to be stealthy — she was looking at the trees and focused on judging them in some manner. She looked at several, but shook her head, muttering something dismissive. Then she stopped at a large specimen which had a few low hanging branches. Tony moved to where he could watch her actions more clearly, but still stay concealed.
She set her backpack down, opened it, and took out a tape measure. She took a few readings that ran from the branches to a height just about the top of her head, then chose one and dangled some string from it.. Now Tony was more curious than ever. His eyes dilated in surprise when Nan next took out her shackles — probably the same ones in which he’d seen her dance. Now in the daylight he could see the chains terminated in metal and the metal looked like a set of handcuffs had been taken apart with one half attached to each end of the chain. He watched as Nan placed the shackles around the base of the tree. They didn’t go all the way around, but she reached around the tree and grabbed each end with her arms outstretched. Doing some tests, she determined that the connecting chain was long enough that she had the freedom to sit, kneel, and stand without too much strain on her body and arms. When she was standing, she eased her way around the tree until her fingers touched the string. Smiling, she replaced everything in her backpack and left for her house.