I don’t know how long I stayed hogtied in the yard. Long enough to get sore, but I loved this pain. I loved being bound, and being hogtied is a personal favorite. You enjoyed it as well as your primary way of leaving me bound. I wiggle my toes and my fingers trying to keep circulation. Enjoying the vibrator purring between my legs. The wind was blowing, and something landed on my back moving slowly and tickling me. This makes me squirm and wiggle to try to get whatever it is off. The blindfold stopping me from knowing whether what was on my back was a bug or a leaf and I swear something is crawling up my legs. I keep squirming, making myself itchier in the process.
I hear laughter coming from the house. This was the only way I knew you were checking on me… your chuckle coming from the house.
I turn onto my side, relieving some of the pressure from being hogtied. Just the movement requires quite a bit of concentration and effort, using my weight to turn onto my side. My breasts are covered in grass clippings, actually most of my body is covered in stuff, I even have grass on my face. I turn onto my other side, attempting to scratch some new spots. Moving the grass clippings around. Occasionally a movement would affect the vibrator, making seem like it was buzzing harder, forcing me to moan.