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Big, beefy and uniformed daddy is left alone in the woods.

Thanks to tinmor we now know how it all happened:

The tree tied Daddy

We were a group of people who about once a month spent a weekend in the forest. This was a fine relaxation from our day to day work schedule, and gave us some energy back. One of our members normally took the lead for the group. We called him “Daddy” because he always was the one who chose were we were going, and also when we had a break or where to sleep for the night. In the beginning we found this very practical, but over the time this become annoying when Daddy was not listening to our suggestions for new places we would like to go. We tried to convince him that if we are a group, it is a good idea that others can have an opinion too. One week we decided to discuss what we could do with the issue. We were considering excluding him from the group, but felt that would not be fair. After all he did his contributions to the group, and he did make sure that we were well prepared. And without him, something would definitely be missing. After having planned together, we decided that we should give him a lesson he would not forget.
The next Friday, we were ready for our forest weekend, and all of us had the equipment that we agreed upon. One of the group members also had something extra, a pair of leather wrist restraints, a bunch of zip ties, a couple of rags and pliers to cut the zip ties. Also a padlock was brought, since we found it the easiest way to connect the wrist restraints.
We started to walk and talked about different things, and after a couple of hours Daddy told that it was time for a rest. The rest of the group agreed, and we started to eat. Daddy quickly ate a couple of sandwiches, and had something to drink. The rest of us also enjoyed the meal. We were discussing if we should go further before we put up our tents, after all it was no too much room in this area.
“There is enough room to put up the tents here” one of the group members pointed out. Daddy complained “It is too wet. We should find a much drier place”. The others were looking at each other, and one of them told simply “Our country is build on water. We have been struggling with water for hundreds of years. That is our culture. We simply do not have much rocks here, so anywhere we are going we end up near water” The group members started to get the tents ready, and Daddy continued complaining. “Do we really want to stay here? I think we could continue and see if we find a better place” Finally one of the group members told the rest loud and clear “We are going to stay here. It is soon getting dark, and if we go another hour to find a better place, we will not be able to get up the tents before it is dark.” He pulled out the leather wrist bands, put the padlock in his pocket together with a bunch of zip ties and the pliers.
Two other group members saw the restraints, and they knew what it was about. Two other members of the group took each of daddy’s hands and pulled him against a tree. Overpowered by the two men Daddy was unable to avoid that the wrist cuffs were applied behind his back. He could feel that the cuffs were buckled comfortably but did not notice that small zip ties were added to the buckles. The zip ties ensured that the buckles could not be opened without cutting the zip ties first. Finally, the zip ties were trimmed, so they became almost invisible. Daddy was furious. He yelled and screamed. A group member got hold o a couple of rags, pressing one rag into daddy’s mouth and tied another long rag around his face and the tree. The padlock was used to connect the two leather restraints behind the tree trunk. Daddy could not talk with a rag in his mouth, but as soon as the group member was not holding Daddy’s hands anymore, he immediately started to see if he could find the buckles that secured the wristbands. After fumbling, he could feel that he had a firm grip around the strap through the buckle. But he was unable to open the buckle. He tried again, but the buckle appeared to be stuck. He was thinking. “How can this buckle be stuck. It appears to be a simple buckle without any advanced kind of mechanism. Why can I not open it?”
While Daddy struggled with the buckles the rest of the group put up their tents outside Daddy’s view. One group member came over to Daddy and pulled of the baseball cap. The group member adjusted the cap, so that it would fit more snugly on Daddy’s head. The more tight fit also made the cap being tilted more forward, making it obstructing Daddy’s view even more.
The group members continued to prepare for the night, but Daddy was unable to hear if they were still there or not. He could feel the padlock connecting the wrist bands, but it did not appear to be any lock on the wristbands themselves. This simply did not make any sense. Anyhow how much Daddy tried, these buckles would not open. And now it was starting to getting dark.
The group went to sleep in their tents, and left Daddy alone. Daddy was fumbling with the buckles, but finally gave up and fell asleep.
The next morning Daddy wake up to see the daylight. The rag inside his mouth felt that it had grown during the night. And what was it that made those so difficult to open?
Outside of Daddy’s view, the group members were wakening up and started to prepare themselves for the new day. One member came over to Daddy. “Hey Daddy. How do you like your wristbands? They appear to be comfortable, but I guess you wonder why they were more difficult to take off than expected. We did a little trick. We used a couple of zip ties to insure that you were unable to adjust or loosen the buckles on the wristbands. The fine thing is that they are close to invisible, but very effective. I see that your fingers were busy attempting to open the buckles, but thanks to the zip ties, they are going to stay closed until we decide it is worth releasing you.” Daddy grumbled. He looked at the member. The member continued. “We have decided that we are going to leave you alone here while we are exploring the area. I appears that you have other plans for today”
The rest of the group ate breakfast and started to pack their things together. They left him alone, but came back after a couple of hours without Daddy noticing it. Daddy tried to figure out if the leather restraints could have some weaknesses that could help him freeing himself. He tried to see if the connections were possible to break, but there was no give. Could he break the zip ties? They were small, but obviously stronger than Daddy’s hands. This was hopeless. He tried to shout, but all he was able to do was to make some grumble, and far from enough to get any attention. And this was not a place were people had their walks. The place was far away from anything as even a bicycle path or a proper trail. Yesterday they had been walking a couple of hours into the forest, and not even close to any trails or footpaths.
The group put their tents back up in a small distance away from Daddy who were becoming more and more frustrated. A group member came over to him. “We have a deal for you. We will release you as soon as you are showing that you are going to listen to us and stopp complaining all the time. We expect that you are going to take off your cap. When we see that you have taken off your cap, one of us will help you getting out of the restraints”. Daddy grumbled. He was thinking. If all he needed was to take off his hat, he could be free. He accepted that deal by attempting to nod his head.
The group member went back to the rest of the group who already had prepared for a meal. They all enjoyed the meal and talked with each other. The member told about the deal he made. “Well he will be surprised how well his baseball cap fits his head. But he does look cool wearing it.” Daddy tried to see if there was a way he could reach the baseball cap but the rag keeping his face towards the tree prevented him from being able to reach neither the knot on the rag nor his baseball cap. He tried to see if he could shake the cap off, but that failed. Could he rub it against the tree trunk? That did not work either. The baseball cap, blocking his view apparently could not be taken off easily. This became even more frustrating. His mouth was filled with a wet rag. His head was tied towards the trunk of a tree. His hands were connected behind the tree trunk behind his back, and the wristbands could not be opened. So Daddy felt that he now was fighting with his baseball cap, the rag in his mouth and the wristbands. And that he was losing the fight.
Out of his sight the other group members were relaxing and talking. “It looks like Daddy is bored. Maybe we should do something to show that we give him some attention”. Another member looked at him. “Do you think about releasing him or something?” “No, but we can have some fun with him. Here he is standing, vulnerable and available. Let us just go over and play with him” He went towards the tree where Daddy was tied. He made sure that he came behind Daddy and quickly pulled down the zipper on Daddy’s coverall, making the upper body easily accessible. “OK, boys, look at this. Now we can have a real play with him. Those nipples are begging to be punched. Let us find out what happen if we pinch his nose. Maybe we can have some fun with his earrings too. And we have full access to his crotch area. Come on!”
With one person holding each arm with one hand and pinching the nipple with the other, Daddy was really starting to growl. When the third person pinched Daddy’s nose, the pain was almost impossible for Daddy to handle. The group member pincing Daddy’s nos told one of the remaining persons. “I have some clothes pins in my backpack. Can you bring them over here so Daddy’s nipples and nose are getting what they have been begging for” Daddy’s body reacted when the clothes pins were applied on the nipples. Trying to shake them off, but that did not work at all. Another clothes pin was put on his nose, forcing him to breath through the gag.
Now that there was no need to pinch Daddy’s nipples or nose, the group members started to play with his earrings instead. How far could the earrings be pulled without creating damage? The group members quickly realized that taking of the clothes pins from Daddy’s nipples after fifteen minutes, appeared to become even more painful for him. Reapplying the clothes pins after another ten minutes appeared to be a really painful solution. The group found that leather belts also had an “educational” effect on Daddy.
There was no way Daddy was able to avoid the treatment. His nipples were hurting after being pinched to and from. His ear lobs was aching after the “test of how much his earrings can take”. And now they gave him a beating on his stomach with their leather belts. They continued their treatment – beating, “earring testing”, clothes pins on and off his nipples for a couple of hours.
The clothes pins on his nipples were kept, when they pulled his coverall zipper back up. The clothes pin on his nose was removed. A final “earring test” was performed before he was left alone, and the group went back and had a meal.
The group left Daddy alone for the rest of the evening and the night. Daddy now had a fourth thing to fight against, those clothes pins pinching his nipples. And his ear lobs hurt after the “testing”. When would this end. Most of all, he wanted to take each one of them and beat them hard. Get them over his knee and spank them really hard. But anyhow how angry he was, and anyhow how hard he tried, he was trapped. He was forced to stay here until someone decided to release him. Chewing on the rag in his mouth, and struggling with the wrist bands, this was exhausting and embarrassing. The pain from the clothes pins on the nipples became less as he started to doze off. Soon it was dark, and the rest of the group went back to their tents for a good night’s sleep.
Sunday morning, Daddy was still standing tied to the tree. The rest of the group were starting to wake up and enjoying their breakfast. They were discussing how they should handle Daddy before they all went home.
They found good idea. They would not release him at all, but just continue to play with him during the day. They found that he “enjoyed” to have his earrings “tested” – at least he gave some kind of feedback with loud grumbling. And the nipples were begging for more clothes pin treatment. Daddy was furious now. Those blokes were humiliating him during a whole weekend. Daddy was hungry and thirsty. He pulled the restraints hard, but they were stronger than him. He tried every effort to rub his baseball cap off his head. He tried to see if he could do something with the buckles, but that did not work at all.
After a couple of hours with “play”, the group had another meal. After the meal they relaxed and enjoyed Daddy’s frustration. After a couple of hours relaxing, the group started to pack their things, taking down the tents and collecting the things they had been using over the weekend.
They were discussing what to do with Daddy’s backpack, but decided that they would bring it home to the the group member who brought the leather wristbands that were used to tie Daddy to the tree. This meant that Daddy had to deliver the wristbands to the group member in exchange for his backpack.
Finally the group were all ready to leave. It was already Sunday afternoon, and Daddy had spent almost two full days tied to a tree. Finally the group did another “earring test” since it made Daddy unaware that the zip ties that had been “locking” the left wristband was cut during the “earring testing”. The group members then left.
Daddy was tired and frustrated. Now he was alone. He did one more attempt to unbuckle the wristbands. The right wristband did not open, but Daddy felt that the left one appeared to have been easier to handle. He was able to open it, and finally he was able to untie that gag. What a relief. He shook his arms and adjusted the baseball cap in a more normal position. Finally, he was a free man. He looked for his backpack, but that was gone. He got himself home, and saw a message on his email telling that his backpack were in good hands. All he had to do was to deliver the wrist bands in good condition, and he would get his backpack.
Daddy decided to wait until Monday afternoon with the wristbands, because now he just had a good shower and a meal. He went to bed for a good night’s sleep.
Daddy decided that he had been to bossy over time, and Monday afternoon when he exchanged the wristbands for his backpack, he apologized for his earlier behavior, and told that he had learned a good lesson.
But the group never got to know if Daddy really enjoyed the treatment or not, but the fact was that Daddy got far more respect for the group. He also told the group that if he did not behave, they had their right to tie him up again.

Description
Big, beefy and uniformed daddy is left alone in the woods.

Thanks to tinmor we now know how it all happened:

The tree tied Daddy

We were a group of people who about once a month spent a weekend in the forest. This was a fine relaxation from our day to day work schedule, and gave us some energy back. One of our members normally took the lead for the group. We called him “Daddy” because he always was the one who chose were we were going, and also when we had a break or where to sleep for the night. In the beginning we found this very practical, but over the time this become annoying when Daddy was not listening to our suggestions for new places we would like to go. We tried to convince him that if we are a group, it is a good idea that others can have an opinion too. One week we decided to discuss what we could do with the issue. We were considering excluding him from the group, but felt that would not be fair. After all he did his contributions to the group, and he did make sure that we were well prepared. And without him, something would definitely be missing. After having planned together, we decided that we should give him a lesson he would not forget.
The next Friday, we were ready for our forest weekend, and all of us had the equipment that we agreed upon. One of the group members also had something extra, a pair of leather wrist restraints, a bunch of zip ties, a couple of rags and pliers to cut the zip ties. Also a padlock was brought, since we found it the easiest way to connect the wrist restraints.
We started to walk and talked about different things, and after a couple of hours Daddy told that it was time for a rest. The rest of the group agreed, and we started to eat. Daddy quickly ate a couple of sandwiches, and had something to drink. The rest of us also enjoyed the meal. We were discussing if we should go further before we put up our tents, after all it was no too much room in this area.
“There is enough room to put up the tents here” one of the group members pointed out. Daddy complained “It is too wet. We should find a much drier place”. The others were looking at each other, and one of them told simply “Our country is build on water. We have been struggling with water for hundreds of years. That is our culture. We simply do not have much rocks here, so anywhere we are going we end up near water” The group members started to get the tents ready, and Daddy continued complaining. “Do we really want to stay here? I think we could continue and see if we find a better place” Finally one of the group members told the rest loud and clear “We are going to stay here. It is soon getting dark, and if we go another hour to find a better place, we will not be able to get up the tents before it is dark.” He pulled out the leather wrist bands, put the padlock in his pocket together with a bunch of zip ties and the pliers.
Two other group members saw the restraints, and they knew what it was about. Two other members of the group took each of daddy’s hands and pulled him against a tree. Overpowered by the two men Daddy was unable to avoid that the wrist cuffs were applied behind his back. He could feel that the cuffs were buckled comfortably but did not notice that small zip ties were added to the buckles. The zip ties ensured that the buckles could not be opened without cutting the zip ties first. Finally, the zip ties were trimmed, so they became almost invisible. Daddy was furious. He yelled and screamed. A group member got hold o a couple of rags, pressing one rag into daddy’s mouth and tied another long rag around his face and the tree. The padlock was used to connect the two leather restraints behind the tree trunk. Daddy could not talk with a rag in his mouth, but as soon as the group member was not holding Daddy’s hands anymore, he immediately started to see if he could find the buckles that secured the wristbands. After fumbling, he could feel that he had a firm grip around the strap through the buckle. But he was unable to open the buckle. He tried again, but the buckle appeared to be stuck. He was thinking. “How can this buckle be stuck. It appears to be a simple buckle without any advanced kind of mechanism. Why can I not open it?”
While Daddy struggled with the buckles the rest of the group put up their tents outside Daddy’s view. One group member came over to Daddy and pulled of the baseball cap. The group member adjusted the cap, so that it would fit more snugly on Daddy’s head. The more tight fit also made the cap being tilted more forward, making it obstructing Daddy’s view even more.
The group members continued to prepare for the night, but Daddy was unable to hear if they were still there or not. He could feel the padlock connecting the wrist bands, but it did not appear to be any lock on the wristbands themselves. This simply did not make any sense. Anyhow how much Daddy tried, these buckles would not open. And now it was starting to getting dark.
The group went to sleep in their tents, and left Daddy alone. Daddy was fumbling with the buckles, but finally gave up and fell asleep.
The next morning Daddy wake up to see the daylight. The rag inside his mouth felt that it had grown during the night. And what was it that made those so difficult to open?
Outside of Daddy’s view, the group members were wakening up and started to prepare themselves for the new day. One member came over to Daddy. “Hey Daddy. How do you like your wristbands? They appear to be comfortable, but I guess you wonder why they were more difficult to take off than expected. We did a little trick. We used a couple of zip ties to insure that you were unable to adjust or loosen the buckles on the wristbands. The fine thing is that they are close to invisible, but very effective. I see that your fingers were busy attempting to open the buckles, but thanks to the zip ties, they are going to stay closed until we decide it is worth releasing you.” Daddy grumbled. He looked at the member. The member continued. “We have decided that we are going to leave you alone here while we are exploring the area. I appears that you have other plans for today”
The rest of the group ate breakfast and started to pack their things together. They left him alone, but came back after a couple of hours without Daddy noticing it. Daddy tried to figure out if the leather restraints could have some weaknesses that could help him freeing himself. He tried to see if the connections were possible to break, but there was no give. Could he break the zip ties? They were small, but obviously stronger than Daddy’s hands. This was hopeless. He tried to shout, but all he was able to do was to make some grumble, and far from enough to get any attention. And this was not a place were people had their walks. The place was far away from anything as even a bicycle path or a proper trail. Yesterday they had been walking a couple of hours into the forest, and not even close to any trails or footpaths.
The group put their tents back up in a small distance away from Daddy who were becoming more and more frustrated. A group member came over to him. “We have a deal for you. We will release you as soon as you are showing that you are going to listen to us and stopp complaining all the time. We expect that you are going to take off your cap. When we see that you have taken off your cap, one of us will help you getting out of the restraints”. Daddy grumbled. He was thinking. If all he needed was to take off his hat, he could be free. He accepted that deal by attempting to nod his head.
The group member went back to the rest of the group who already had prepared for a meal. They all enjoyed the meal and talked with each other. The member told about the deal he made. “Well he will be surprised how well his baseball cap fits his head. But he does look cool wearing it.” Daddy tried to see if there was a way he could reach the baseball cap but the rag keeping his face towards the tree prevented him from being able to reach neither the knot on the rag nor his baseball cap. He tried to see if he could shake the cap off, but that failed. Could he rub it against the tree trunk? That did not work either. The baseball cap, blocking his view apparently could not be taken off easily. This became even more frustrating. His mouth was filled with a wet rag. His head was tied towards the trunk of a tree. His hands were connected behind the tree trunk behind his back, and the wristbands could not be opened. So Daddy felt that he now was fighting with his baseball cap, the rag in his mouth and the wristbands. And that he was losing the fight.
Out of his sight the other group members were relaxing and talking. “It looks like Daddy is bored. Maybe we should do something to show that we give him some attention”. Another member looked at him. “Do you think about releasing him or something?” “No, but we can have some fun with him. Here he is standing, vulnerable and available. Let us just go over and play with him” He went towards the tree where Daddy was tied. He made sure that he came behind Daddy and quickly pulled down the zipper on Daddy’s coverall, making the upper body easily accessible. “OK, boys, look at this. Now we can have a real play with him. Those nipples are begging to be punched. Let us find out what happen if we pinch his nose. Maybe we can have some fun with his earrings too. And we have full access to his crotch area. Come on!”
With one person holding each arm with one hand and pinching the nipple with the other, Daddy was really starting to growl. When the third person pinched Daddy’s nose, the pain was almost impossible for Daddy to handle. The group member pincing Daddy’s nos told one of the remaining persons. “I have some clothes pins in my backpack. Can you bring them over here so Daddy’s nipples and nose are getting what they have been begging for” Daddy’s body reacted when the clothes pins were applied on the nipples. Trying to shake them off, but that did not work at all. Another clothes pin was put on his nose, forcing him to breath through the gag.
Now that there was no need to pinch Daddy’s nipples or nose, the group members started to play with his earrings instead. How far could the earrings be pulled without creating damage? The group members quickly realized that taking of the clothes pins from Daddy’s nipples after fifteen minutes, appeared to become even more painful for him. Reapplying the clothes pins after another ten minutes appeared to be a really painful solution. The group found that leather belts also had an “educational” effect on Daddy.
There was no way Daddy was able to avoid the treatment. His nipples were hurting after being pinched to and from. His ear lobs was aching after the “test of how much his earrings can take”. And now they gave him a beating on his stomach with their leather belts. They continued their treatment – beating, “earring testing”, clothes pins on and off his nipples for a couple of hours.
The clothes pins on his nipples were kept, when they pulled his coverall zipper back up. The clothes pin on his nose was removed. A final “earring test” was performed before he was left alone, and the group went back and had a meal.
The group left Daddy alone for the rest of the evening and the night. Daddy now had a fourth thing to fight against, those clothes pins pinching his nipples. And his ear lobs hurt after the “testing”. When would this end. Most of all, he wanted to take each one of them and beat them hard. Get them over his knee and spank them really hard. But anyhow how angry he was, and anyhow how hard he tried, he was trapped. He was forced to stay here until someone decided to release him. Chewing on the rag in his mouth, and struggling with the wrist bands, this was exhausting and embarrassing. The pain from the clothes pins on the nipples became less as he started to doze off. Soon it was dark, and the rest of the group went back to their tents for a good night’s sleep.
Sunday morning, Daddy was still standing tied to the tree. The rest of the group were starting to wake up and enjoying their breakfast. They were discussing how they should handle Daddy before they all went home.
They found good idea. They would not release him at all, but just continue to play with him during the day. They found that he “enjoyed” to have his earrings “tested” – at least he gave some kind of feedback with loud grumbling. And the nipples were begging for more clothes pin treatment. Daddy was furious now. Those blokes were humiliating him during a whole weekend. Daddy was hungry and thirsty. He pulled the restraints hard, but they were stronger than him. He tried every effort to rub his baseball cap off his head. He tried to see if he could do something with the buckles, but that did not work at all.
After a couple of hours with “play”, the group had another meal. After the meal they relaxed and enjoyed Daddy’s frustration. After a couple of hours relaxing, the group started to pack their things, taking down the tents and collecting the things they had been using over the weekend.
They were discussing what to do with Daddy’s backpack, but decided that they would bring it home to the the group member who brought the leather wristbands that were used to tie Daddy to the tree. This meant that Daddy had to deliver the wristbands to the group member in exchange for his backpack.
Finally the group were all ready to leave. It was already Sunday afternoon, and Daddy had spent almost two full days tied to a tree. Finally the group did another “earring test” since it made Daddy unaware that the zip ties that had been “locking” the left wristband was cut during the “earring testing”. The group members then left.
Daddy was tired and frustrated. Now he was alone. He did one more attempt to unbuckle the wristbands. The right wristband did not open, but Daddy felt that the left one appeared to have been easier to handle. He was able to open it, and finally he was able to untie that gag. What a relief. He shook his arms and adjusted the baseball cap in a more normal position. Finally, he was a free man. He looked for his backpack, but that was gone. He got himself home, and saw a message on his email telling that his backpack were in good hands. All he had to do was to deliver the wrist bands in good condition, and he would get his backpack.
Daddy decided to wait until Monday afternoon with the wristbands, because now he just had a good shower and a meal. He went to bed for a good night’s sleep.
Daddy decided that he had been to bossy over time, and Monday afternoon when he exchanged the wristbands for his backpack, he apologized for his earlier behavior, and told that he had learned a good lesson.
But the group never got to know if Daddy really enjoyed the treatment or not, but the fact was that Daddy got far more respect for the group. He also told the group that if he did not behave, they had their right to tie him up again.