Out in the open

Postby sarobah » Mon Sep 29, 2008 8:24 pm

From all my years of TUGs, I don’t think a single photo of any of my tie-up escapades – not even when I went public with my magic shows (i.e., the escape artiste). That seems rather odd, I suppose, since these days with Myspace and Facebook and Youtube, and groups like BIEL, there are hundreds of pics and vids of TUGs in the public domain. However, now that I am a “respectable” member of the academic community, I have to be careful about how much of me I want to expose. Anyway, to get to the point...

As a postgrad, I am responsible for a “tutorial group” of ten first-year physics students, more of a mentor than a teacher. I have a reputation for being rather bossy and I like to think they look up to me. So I wonder at times what they would think if they knew that Little Miss Bossy Boots (did I really write that??) loves to spend her evenings being tied up by her boyfriend. Yesterday, I almost got the chance to find out.

We were having a tutorial session and discussing really exciting stuff (scalar, vector and tensor fields, if you really need to know); but somehow the conversation got round to college life on campus. I think one of the girls was complaining that her college has lousy study facilities. Then one of the young guys began talking about something I was very familiar with – my “Mayday” experience!

For a short while I had this awful feeling that someone was going to say something like: “Hey Sarah, weren’t you one of those girls..?” It’s not that I’m ashamed of my TUG adventures – it’s just that at this point in my career, I would rather keep them private. Then it got worse, when someone actually did say: “Isn’t there a video of it floating around?” So far as I know, there isn’t. Thankfully, the Mayday affair took place just before the Youtube revolution took off.

Another of the girls mentioned that she and her boyfriend play tie-up games; but as much as I might have liked to pursue that topic, I had to bring the discussion back to physics. Still, maybe I should have a private chat with that girl.

However, the main reason for bringing this up is that Rob (my boyfriend) and I played a fun game last Saturday. We arrived home from a birthday party around midnight, feeling a little worse for wear (translation – having had a couple of drinks too many). Rob just wanted to go to bed, but I was feeling hyperactive. He decided that there was only one way he would only get some peace and some sleep. He tied me up. Then he began stripping off my clothes.

Once I was naked, expecting to be carried off to the bedroom, I was shocked when he picked me up, slung me over his shoulder and took me out onto the balcony. We live in an apartment on the second floor of a four-storey block. Each unit has this balcony, which faces onto a small courtyard and is fully visible to anyone standing in the centre of the quadrangle. The perimeter of the balcony consists of a low brick wall, not much more than knee-high, topped by a metal railing. Rob secured my hands (which were, of course, bound behind my back) to the railing.

I wasn’t gagged, but for fear of rousing our neighbours I could not beg or complain except in a whisper. Naturally, my pleading went unheeded. I could squat behind the wall; but it didn’t cover much, and with the way my arms were bound, to relieve the strain I had to periodically stand upright, fully exposing myself to anyone who might have been in the courtyard. Fortunately, it was very late. On the other hand, it was Saturday night, so people might still be returning home... and to get to any of the apartments, residents had to cross the courtyard.

I was sufficiently tipsy to be giggly about my predicament, but sober enough to be terrified that I might be spotted, naked and bound, by my neighbours. As a tender mercy, Rob had darkened the balcony by switching out the lights in our apartment, but I was still in the glare of a bank of security lamps. Every noise that sounded like a car pulling into the driveway, every flash from a passing vehicle that I mistook for an apartment lighting up, every voice real or imagined had me crouching and cringing in fear. It was exciting, exhilarating and more intoxicating than the wine. I didn’t even feel the cold.

After a while, my dear boyfriend alleviated my ordeal. When he had stripped me, I was already bound hand and foot; so my knickers were bunched around my ankles and my bra was wrapped around my wrists. Rob fixed both in their rightful places, but I remained tied to the balcony railing. Eventually, however, he decided that it was time for bed. He wasn’t going to leave me out there, so he freed me from the railing and took me inside. I had to ask him to keep me tied up – silly boy, he still thinks I’m grateful when he unties me. As for what happened next... well, some things should remain in the bedroom.
Words, like Nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.

Re: Out in the open

Postby Qarl » Sat Mar 27, 2010 8:10 am

I love the picture of you alternately standing and crouching on the balcony, softly hissing to Rob to untie you, bound naked where anyone could see you. Giggling naked bound women are the best!

Re: Out in the open

Postby sarobah » Sat Mar 27, 2010 2:41 pm

I am more conservative now. If Rob did that to me these days, he would be speaking soprano for several weeks.
~ Sarah
Words, like Nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.

Re: Out in the open

Postby Boundgal08 » Sun Mar 28, 2010 3:23 am

Very interesting story :)

BG
BOUNDGIRL!
Probably the kinkiest woman you will ever meet!
I am a switch, I like to put a man in ropes and also have a man put me in ropes!
I am the 'Queen of bondage'