I made yet another attempt at mudding, yesterday. Yesterday was my 3rd trip to the swamp that didn’t work out as planned, thanks to a high tide level. It may be seasonal, or it may be the moon phase. Anyway, yesterday was the worst low tide I’ve encountered in some time. Even my peat bog was retaining water.
When I set out on my journey, I dressed in my camo top and super tight black denim shorts. I packed everything, so I’d have lots of options. I took my weight, my breathing tube, 2 cameras, and 2 stabilizers, along with some extra clothes, ropes, etc.
I was really disappointed when I arrived at my put-in to find the tide was almost 6 inches (15 cm) higher than I would have hoped. However, I wasn’t going to give up, so I loaded up my kayak and started down the creek. When I determined that the tide wasn’t getting any lower, I changed my course and headed back to the peat bog. When I got to the spot where I sink, I found lots of water, lingering around the mud. Once again, I was disappointed, but I wasn’t ready to go back without having some fun and getting some pictures.
I set up 2 cameras. One of them was set up to shoot a sequence of still images and the other was to record video. I spent a good deal of time climbing a tree, and trying to get some good photos. I slogged around, a bit, and picked up the branches on the surface of the mud.
None of that took very long. I checked my mud hole again, but it was still under water. I considered some kind of outdoor self-bondage adventure in the tree, but none of my ideas were really appealing. I worked my self down into the soft ground. I gazed, aimlessly, into the woods. I thought about a nearby spot where I had done some bondage a couple years ago.
Then my eyes wandered across a cedar tree that was lying horizontally on the mud, partially buried, and apparently still rooted. I grabbed it and pulled up on it, but it wouldn’t budge. I got this picture in my head of me, straddling that small cedar tree, up to my crotch in mud, with my genitals tied to the tree, and my wrists bound behind me.
I fetched my video camera and a rope. The shorts I was wearing were almost too tight for what I wanted to do. Keeping my testicles inside the rope loop would require looping the rope around my cock and balls, inside the shorts. I don’t usually do that, because the gritty ropes will slide over my tender skin and make abrasions. However, this fantasy was meant to hurt, and I wasn’t going to be moving much. So, I put the center of the rope under my scrotum and looped the two ends over the top of my cock and down through the legs of my shorts. I wriggled myself back into the shorts and pulled the rope tight around the base of my cock and balls. The super tight shorts made the whole setup even more painful, because my balls had nowhere to go when the rope tightened around them.
Finally, I straddled the cedar tree and worked my way down into the thick mud. It took some time and effort to work myself crotch deep in the mud. I tied myself to the cedar tree as tightly as I could and proceeded to struggle against the painful bondage. I was able to redo the tie and make it even tighter, after struggling for a few minutes. Unfortunately, I couldn’t tie my wrists, but the struggle was amazing.
Once I untied myself and worked my way out of the mud, I was ready to remove that rope from around my genitals. I was pretty sure I was going to change out of those shorts, too, but I decided it would be easier to wear them home.
I have a highlights video from this trip. You can download and view it by following this link.