Chapter 2

I had planned to do my dare on Monday, but it was eventually on Friday that I could do it. While the weather lady had always predicted rain the past few days, I had always hoped I could do my dare. Well, I could have done it, but I didn’t fancy running around outside in the downpour of the last few days. Needless to say, the anticipation of what I was about to do had my tummy in a knot for most of the week. Every day, I have had trouble falling asleep and have always woken up at the crack of dawn, just like today.

The past few days, I hadn’t eaten much. Now and then, I ate a sandwich, but nothing more. It was mainly because the butterflies in my tummy couldn’t settle down. Whenever I thought about what I was about to do, my stomach made backflips.

But for today, the weather lady had predicted a warm and sunny day, and from how the light shone through my window, I knew she had been right.

I sighed and thought, This is it. It’s now or never. Okay, I still had another week before my parents returned from their European trip. But I just knew that if I wouldn’t do it today, I would never do it. And because of the dare I had set out for myself, it would mean I would need to do something embarrassing at school.

Sure, you will probably think, So what? You could also chicken out of doing that at school. Well, that’s not how I’m put together. The last time I dared myself was during my first year at college. There had been a course I struggled with, so I had set out a dare for myself. I had dared myself to shave my pussy utterly bare if I wouldn’t get a fourteen or more on all of my exams. So, I shaved it all off when I had a thirteen in math.

The gym girls had fun with me when they noticed my bare look when showering together. You have to know. When I was twenty years old, girls had started to stop shaving their pubic hair off. Girls were back with clean, lovely bushes, but a wholly shaved one was something only porn stars did again. And I was the only girl showering there who didn’t have a hairy pussy. You can’t imagine how much they bullied me with it and how they took any opportunity to humiliate me with it. And I kept it shaved for the rest of that school year to irritate them.

But now I’m drifting away from my story. So, let’s go on with it.

It had to be around nine o’clock when I decided to get up and get something into my tummy, even when it had been growling for more than an hour already. I wasn’t hungry but decided to eat something so my belly would stay quiet during my dare. I sure didn’t want it to growl at a moment. Some people would be nearby, and I was hiding from them.

Like the rest of the week, I again didn’t bother getting dressed. Well, you probably already have guessed it, this was going to be a nude dare with a twist. So, why bother putting something on if I needed to remove it again soon?

So, yep! It will be just me, a padlock, a key, and some other things, walking through the forest. That’s also why I had run around the house naked most of the summer because I wanted to make it feel normal to be naked. One of my fantasies is to be naked all the time. Of course, it wouldn’t be possible in our current society, but I enjoyed it at home this summer and soon inside my favorite forest.

I took a quick shower and used my razor to ensure my pussy would be as smooth as possible.

After barely eating two sandwiches, I went around my home, closed all windows, and locked all doors. After I had taken care of that, I tried to keep my mind busy, but soon I was again fantasizing about what I was about to do. I knew that a few of my fantasies wouldn’t happen, or better said, I hoped they wouldn’t happen, even when it turned me on thinking about those possibilities.

I was a horny nervous wreck by noon and needed something to calm myself down. Until that day, I had never raided my father’s drinking cabinet, but I needed some liquid courage.

My only regret was that the only open bottle in the cabinet was a whiskey bottle. However, I drank two normal-sized glasses of whiskey and almost downed a whole water bottle. I was not too fond of the taste of the whiskey left in my mouth. But the alcohol calmed my nerves, and I felt good about it when I needed to prepare for my dare.

It was just before one o’clock in the afternoon when I entered the cellar. I took the whiskey- and water bottle with me downstairs. In case I needed some extra help.

There it stood, my grandfather’s chest that I had found a few months ago. I opened it and then pulled out the false bottom. All my special gear was lying ready to be worn.

While my first fantasy had been about walking naked through a forest, it had evolved over the years into something more.

The first thing I took out of the chest was the black leather collar I had bought. It had four metal rings attached to it, but I was only going to use the ring at the back of my neck. I tied the collar around my neck and locked it with a little padlock.

The following two things I attached to myself were the black leather ankle cuffs. Those cuffs only had one metal ring each, but that was enough for what I needed them for. And then, I put on the wrist cuffs, which completed the set. All four cuffs were locked in place by little padlocks to ensure I couldn’t take them off.

Now came the chains. I started by attaching a foot-long metal chain between my ankles which I locked with some extra padlocks. I had bought a lot of them, even more than I needed, just to be sure. I then took one of the longer chains out of the chest. I first attached it to the back of my collar with a padlock and let it hang behind my back towards my feet. There I secured the chain at one of the middle links of the foot-long chain, again with a padlock.

I was not too fond of the length of this long chain, so I undid it and, with a metal cutter, removed two links from it. After I attached the chain again and stood straight, the long chain was stretched tightly. It pulled the chain between my feet a little upwards, making sure that the steps I could take were even smaller.

I was almost done now. I took the two padlocks like the ones I had used on the chains outside and two extra little padlocks. I attached the little padlocks on my wrist cuffs but didn’t close them yet. Those two padlocks would eventually be attached to the chain running down my back, and this way, I would make it impossible for myself to cover my naughty bits if confronted by someone in the forest. Also, it would make replacing the padlocks on those chains in the woods more interesting. Let’s say an extra difficulty level.

I then put all the keys of all the little padlocks I had used inside a plastic bag and put them away in my grandfather’s chest. I put the false bottom back, closed the trunk, and locked it with a padlock. I put the chest’s padlock key in a nearby table drawer.

Okay, this was it. I picked up the two padlocks I needed for the rest of my dare and walked towards the stair that would bring me outside and into the backyard of my home. Standing at the bottom of the stairs, I felt my body lacking courage. I was so nervous and afraid that I couldn’t climb the stairs.

“Come on. You can do it!” I said to myself in my mind to try to convince myself to go up the stairs. But it didn’t work. My feet didn’t want to move.

I suddenly felt so scared because I was thinking about everything that could go wrong out there. And even when I tried to tell myself that it was safe, that there was probably no one but me going to be in that forest today, I still couldn’t get up the stairs.

And then I thought about something. I turned around and walked to where I had put the whiskey bottle. I needed some extra courage before I went out!

So, I took the bottle, unscrewed the top, and took a good swig. And then two more. Yuck, this tastes so bad! I rinsed my mouth by emptying the water bottle.

Okay! Here I go, I thought.

I returned to the bottom of the stairs, looked up, saw the sun shining, and listened to the birds chirping. It took me another five minutes to find the courage to climb the stairs.

Climbing the stairs was more complicated than the last time. It’s probably because I shortened the long chain running down my back. Bending my knees a little made it easier but made me walk hilariously.

Once outside, I looked around the garden and saw I was alone. Another thing I noticed was that it had warmed up nicely already. I was sure it would be a little colder in the forest itself because the sun had more freedom to shine down in our garden, but I knew it was a lovely day to fulfill my fantasy.

It was now time to lock myself out of my house. I looked at the two padlocks in my hands. One had the number one on it, and the other had the number two. This was because of the test runs I had done last week. At first, the padlocks numbered one to five had been outside in the forest, and the two at home had been six and seven. But by doing five test runs last week, the padlocks in the forest were now numbered from three up to seven, with padlock one going to lock the doors to the cellar.

The key I would carry with me had the number three, which hung on the already open padlock number two. The key belonging to padlock two was also in the little bag in my grandfather’s chest. I let out a nervous sigh and then closed the doors to the cellar. I locked the doors with padlock number one.