## Two more shorts

Post by sarobah » Tue Aug 05, 2008 9:39 pm

A costume party is a great opportunity for some tie-up fun.
When Matt and I were still together, we went to a fancy dress party as Goths. (Disclaimer: I should point out to my Goth friends that I admire and respect your lifestyle.) Matt took me on a leash â€“ and boy, did we get some stares on the bus â€“ although once at the party he realized this was a bad idea. He didnâ€™t want to be stuck with me all night, so in that respect at least he set me free.
However, the real kick was that he also put me in handcuffs. Now I should explain that they were only plastic. (I believe â€“ although I may be wrong â€“ that except for police use, real handcuffs are illegal in Australia, being â€œunlawful restraining devicesâ€.) I could have broken out of them in a second, but that would have spoilt the fun. During the early part of the evening, I wore them in front, but later behind my back. For the rest of the night, if I wanted a drink or something to eat, I had to ask someone to feed it to me. I ended up with a lot of liquids down my front and food on my face. On the other hand, the only ones at the party who took advantage of my helpless state were other girls. The guys behaved like true gentlemen.
There are two things I have learnt at university (well, apart from a lot of maths and physics and stuff). (1) There are awesome opportunities for tie-up games, if you look in the right places. (2) There are lots of theme parties where the underlying theme appears to be females wearing as little as possible â€“ Halloween, Pimps and Hoâ€™s, Naughty Schoolgirl, Playboys and Bunnies, Easter Bunnies (which means more playboy bunnies), Christmas parties (with Santaâ€™s Little Helpers and the ever-popular Ho-Ho-Hoâ€™s), Lingerie parties, Board Shorts and Bikini parties, Beer and Bikinis, Bikini Balls, Mardi Gras, Arabian Nights, and the all-time classic Toga party.
My favourite was Pirates and their Booty (we all love a double entendre). Jack (my new boyfriend) went as a pirate (naturally) and he took me along as his booty (of course). Unlike my Goth experience, I didnâ€™t spend the entire night restrained. However, we made our grand entrance with me slung over his shoulder, hands tied behind my back and ankles bound together (and showing a bit of booty, I must say). A couple of times throughout the evening I got tied up again â€“ interestingly enough, again this was done by the girls, not the guys.