The Open Door F/M
Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2020 4:17 am
The following is a true account of a bondage incident from 1992. I was 29 single and living in St Augustine Florida dating a young lady (name changed to protect the not so innocent) named “Diane”. We’d been together a fairly short time when I introduced the idea of bondage to our fledgling relationship. I told her how much I love being tied up. Diane didn’t flinch and she was a natural. She tied as well as anyone I’d been with up to that time. She seemed to enjoy it too. She was a petite strawberry blond and very light skinned. Diane usually wore a skirt and a blouse. I always remember that about her.
The specific “incident” occurred on a Saturday. I’ll spare you the mundane details but she had me tied, no...welded me to a chair nude in her front room of her modest but very tidy one bedroom house. Per my request I was completely bound gagged and helpless. It felt terrific and I was very excited which in turn Diane appreciated. She was rewarding me in the form of a very passionate blowjob when...the doorbell rang.
Now, just to paint the picture, I’m bound and duct tape gagged to a wood frame chair in the middle of the front room. Not only am I exposed and in the open, I’m in full view of the front door. Anyone standing on the top step has a clear field of vision into the house. You get the idea.
Diane collects herself and very casually opens the door. I was about to grunt in protest but as it swung open, I see it’s USPS. The delivery person is a woman, 30ish wearing shorts and the blue shirt. I see her eyes dart around the room and...she had to have seen me. “Please sign for this” she said while NOT reacting. Diane hit the latch button to open the screen door and reached out for the form on the clip board. USPS takes maybe half a step forward and for a brief instant I think to myself, “she’s going to step inside.” I’m a mere six or seven feet away from the wide open door. Tied up, gagged and fully erect. Then I see it. I see USPS smile to herself. It’s that smile we all have when we see something we know we weren’t supposed to see. Being the consummate exhibitionist I squirm a little in my seat, tugging at the ropes Diane has used to bind my wrists to the back side of the chair. USPS says nothing about what she’s seen. She took no other glances into the room, says “OK. Thank You!” and disappears from view down the steps back toward her vehicle. Diane sets down the envelope/package or whatever, I forget honestly and returns to her previous activity with some urgency. I think the openness of the “incident” has aroused her. It certainly seemed like it at the time.
I have other times I can recount if anyone is interested in hearing them. I’m still an exhibitionist. Having been in the bondage lifestyle for so many years there are many such episodes I can recount. A lot.
SubDude
The specific “incident” occurred on a Saturday. I’ll spare you the mundane details but she had me tied, no...welded me to a chair nude in her front room of her modest but very tidy one bedroom house. Per my request I was completely bound gagged and helpless. It felt terrific and I was very excited which in turn Diane appreciated. She was rewarding me in the form of a very passionate blowjob when...the doorbell rang.
Now, just to paint the picture, I’m bound and duct tape gagged to a wood frame chair in the middle of the front room. Not only am I exposed and in the open, I’m in full view of the front door. Anyone standing on the top step has a clear field of vision into the house. You get the idea.
Diane collects herself and very casually opens the door. I was about to grunt in protest but as it swung open, I see it’s USPS. The delivery person is a woman, 30ish wearing shorts and the blue shirt. I see her eyes dart around the room and...she had to have seen me. “Please sign for this” she said while NOT reacting. Diane hit the latch button to open the screen door and reached out for the form on the clip board. USPS takes maybe half a step forward and for a brief instant I think to myself, “she’s going to step inside.” I’m a mere six or seven feet away from the wide open door. Tied up, gagged and fully erect. Then I see it. I see USPS smile to herself. It’s that smile we all have when we see something we know we weren’t supposed to see. Being the consummate exhibitionist I squirm a little in my seat, tugging at the ropes Diane has used to bind my wrists to the back side of the chair. USPS says nothing about what she’s seen. She took no other glances into the room, says “OK. Thank You!” and disappears from view down the steps back toward her vehicle. Diane sets down the envelope/package or whatever, I forget honestly and returns to her previous activity with some urgency. I think the openness of the “incident” has aroused her. It certainly seemed like it at the time.
I have other times I can recount if anyone is interested in hearing them. I’m still an exhibitionist. Having been in the bondage lifestyle for so many years there are many such episodes I can recount. A lot.
SubDude
