datblygu : The Australian Silk-Scarf Girl (M/F|F/M)

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by datblygu » Wed Jan 06, 2010 11:39 am

A little over decade ago I lived and worked in Australia for a year or so. Nothing whatsoever remarkable about that. I guess I was a little old for a back-packer (about thirty three) but, nevertheless, immersed myself in the frenetic and energetic lifestyle most British backpackers seem to live. What was a little unusual is that I preferred to socialise with Australians rather than other backpackers - possibly a result of the generation gap.

I had many adventures - sexual and otherwise - but the one I wish to relate to you here is somewhat special for many reasons. It is also, more than a little, tinged with regret.

The story is faithful to the circumstances, characters and events as they played-out at that time. Only names have been changed. I will admit to a small embellishment which turns on a faux pas I did not actually make - but could so easily have done. My embellishment, accordingly, imagines the consequences of such a faux pas.

Millee was an Ozzie girl through and through (I am sure she still is!). She was twenty four years old when I knew her - so a good bit younger than me. We had met some months earlier during a visit I had made to Ireland. She happened to be there too and we were introduced. We hit it off despite the age difference and must have been quite attracted to each other.

I had already made my travel plans and booked my tickets for America, New Zealand and Australia. Millee was very interested in my itinerary and was glad I was coming to see her Australia. She had promised to show me around a little.

To get to the point we stayed in contact via e-mail (still relatively new then) and agreed that we would hook up at some point when both if us were in Sydney (Millee's home town).

When I say Millee was a thorough Ozzie girl I mean she was intelligent, ambitious, afraid of nothing, independent, fiercely proud of her country, politically aware and active (with a strong social conscience)...and passionate to the extreme about feminist rights.

Did I mention she was also extremely attractive? Oops! How remiss of me. Picture a young Andy MacDowell and you would be, pretty much, in the same ball-park.

I had been in Sydney about three months or so before we actually met up. She had been in China. I was really glad to see her as you can never have enough friends when you are 12,000 miles away from home! Considering we knew each other so little we got on very well. I must add also that it was purely platonic at this stage - I had reasons of my own not to get involved.

Millee, had not started back to work yet as so she had both time and energy to meet me after my work day or on my days off. With her 'local's knowledge' she took me to places no other backpacker would have dreamed existed. We swam in little visited bays and inlets in North Sydney and during the evenings partook of this spectacular city's many night attractions. The attractions most young backpackers would not be frequenting. I also got to meet her Mom and sisters (her Dad had taken off many moons ago and her Mom had done the job of bringing up the girls).

I sometimes wondered about Millee's strong views (on just about anything). I guess I was trying to figure out how much I liked her and whether these views could ever be a barrier to us having a deeper relationship. You see I certainly found her attractive - but I felt I could never 'drop my guard' as it were lest I say something "unPC" and cause a rift.

I remember once walking down the strip in the King's X area around seven-thirty in the morning with Millee; we had only just left club and were looking for breakfast. We happened to pass one of the many X rated bars that King's X is renowned for. The doorman wished us Good Morning and asked in a flippant but not unfriendly way whether we wanted to come inside... Millee without breaking step told him to "F**k Off!" I was shocked. I didn't consider such a response was appropriate. I turned to look at her but she did not seem open to discussion.

I mention all this because her strident feminism is the crux of the situation I was to find myself in. But we will get to that soon enough.

The 'bondage' thing came up one long night in the Rhino Bar in - yes - King's X.

We had got on to discussing sex: a sure sign that things were hotting up between us. Back then, I did not feel confident enough to ask a girl whether she had ever played tie-up games. I used to skirt around the subject by mentioning that I once had experienced being tied-up myself (almost as a joke) and then carefully judging the reaction it induced in the listener.

I kind of knew I had struck pure gold with Millee when she announced:

"I'm a silk scarf girl myself."

I seem to recall we left it at that. I mean, I do not remember going into any details about my likes and dislikes etc., and nor did she but we had both shared something and now it was a matter of time only.

In fact, it was not that long either. The following Saturday - the 31st October - was my birthday. It was also my last day in Sydney as I was booked on a greyhound to Melbourne the following morning to meet up with a friend who was heading over from Perth (great timing huh?).

Millee had invited me over to her Mom's flat in Manly for the day - and she said her Mom was ok with me staying over. We both kind of knew this was to be the time we would share each other's bodies - I cannot quite describe the feeling to you but it was kind of fated...it was just something that did not need to be said.

It was a perfect Australian late-Spring day. I took my time sauntering down to Circular Quay to catch the Manly ferry. A half-hour later I was kissing Millee as she met me off the boat. Her Mom's flat was literally around the corner from where the ferry came in - you could, in fact, watch it arrive and depart from her balcony. Millee told me that when she saw the ferry move past the window she had just enough time to run down the street, along the boardwalk and get aboard before it started its return leg (an interesting point to note: the Manly ferry does not need to turn around - it has a screw at both ends!).

We spent the day mooching around Manly and enjoyed a leisurely birthday lunch. I forget how we spent the evening but I got to know her Mom (her name is Viv for "Vivienne") a little better. I liked Viv very much, she was strong, funny and very generous. I did, however, get an insight into her daughter's militant feminism when Viv explained that she herself hated having her name prefixed by "Ms' or "Miss" or, worst of all, "Mrs". Her name was, as she said, Viv Murphy: why could she not be addressed as such.

Whoa! Steady.

Viv eventually retired to bed. I had gotten over any kind of embarrassment around the fact it was deemed entirely appropriate that I would be staying in her daughter's room overnight - I guess Australians just do not worry about that kind of thing. The scene seemed set for Millee and me.

She looked beautiful and I realised I wanted her badly. We moved into the bedroom.

After some time of soft kissing and caressing (there was all the time in the world) we finally got naked. Regardless of the use of restraint I would have been content to make love to her there and then. Millee, however, had not forgotten our unspoken pledge. Being the self-styled 'silk scarf girl' she produced a whole bundle of them in various patters and colours (strange: she had so many yet I had never seen her wear one - preferring the ubiquitous 'surf gear' youngsters wore then) and set them down on the bed. At this point she came as close to being what I would call 'shy' as I had ever seen her. It was left to me to take charge and I grabbed the longest scarf I could find and reached for her slender wrists. She positioned herself on her belly with her arms behind her. I was a boiling pot of sexual ecstasy; I had to be careful I did not boil over.

Securing her wrists was easy. I always make sure my ties are comfortable and safe yet totally inescapable. Millee wriggled a little but accepted her situation with little objection so I tied her ankles in the same way. I then flipped her over on to her back and kissed her long and tenderly. We spoke very little and only in whispers as it was not the largest of flats and Viv's bedroom adjoined her daughter's.

I figured it was time to gag Millee so I reached for another of the silk scarves. Selecting a white one I folded it into a two-inch wide band and carefully invited Millee to open he mouth and bite down. She smiled at me as I tied the gag behind her head and under her voluminous hair.

I then did what I am always drawn to do at this point which was to take her face in my hands and kiss her gagged lips. It always excited me and, I hoped, my girlfriends too.

I lovingly teased and caressed Millee for some time until it seemed an appropriate moment to release her.

I guess it was now to be my turn to get a taste of the silk scarves and I wondered how Millee would want me.

I lay back on my elbows and smiled up at her. She smiled back down at me and seemed quite shy again and, without speaking, motioned me with her hand to "flip-over" onto to my belly. I obliged feeling like I wanted to buck hard into the soft duvet. I placed my hands in reach of Millee's and I felt them being lassoed with the scarf. It was tightened off and tied and she moved down to me legs to secure my ankles too.

I then sat up to kiss Millee who had made her way back up to my chest and it was at this point that I made my one and only and memorable faux pas.

"There's no need to gag me Mill. Gag's are for more for girls." I suggested provocatively.

Millee's smile seemed to imperceptibly change without actually ceasing to be a smile if you know what I mean - perhaps it was something in her eyes that changed I don't know...What I do know is that I had made an error. I realised it immediately and foolishly tried to backtrack,

"I mean, girls look so much better than guys...Gags suit them better.. errr", Oh shit! This was not helping!

Millie's open-mouthed smile now became more of a tight-lipped horizontal line.

"Is that right Huw?" she asked in an ominously calm voice. "Do you not think a gag would suit you...?"

I looked at her but couldn't really think of a reply.

"Well, to tell you the truth luvvie I wasn't going to gag you." Millee continued. "However..."

With that Millee got off the bed and walked sedately over to her wardrobe. She peered inside for a moment as if looking for something. I really thought something bad was coming my way..but what? She seemed to take her time in whatever she was searching for eventually reaching down to a small drawer towards the bottom hidden behind some shoes.

She extricated what I recognised as a bundle of white rope and made her way back to the bed. She seemed back to her old self - the iciness had been but momentary - and asked me (not ordered) to sit still. She knelt behind me on the bed and brought her legs around my lap. My bound hands could feel her sex but I dared not make any kind of move.

I felt her loop the rope around my already tied wrists reinforcing the silk scarf. She wound the rope many times around me and passed the remainder around my front. She accidentally? brushed my penis in passing the rope around and I thought I would embarrass myself. She got off the bed when the rope was used up and went to retrieve another coil from the floor.

I felt confident enough to ask her what was going on.

"Nothing sweetie, at least nothing you can do anything about..." was her dismissive response.

With the other rope she set to tying my ankles over the silk scarf. The rope was tight and unforgiving. I knew I would not be able to get out of these binds in a hurry. There was plenty more rope but Millee, instead of picking it up started to dress. She put on a tank-top and a pair of soft cotton shorts. My Word! She looked so good this girl of mine. Wordlessly, she left the room.

I lay there bound and bewildered and a little aggrieved. Had I been so rude to deserve this opprobrium!?! Damn bloody feminism! Why do Australian women make such a fuss about it! My ponderings were broken off by the muffled sound of Millee and her Mom talking from next door. "Strange!" I thought, what can they be talking about?

Presently, Millee came back into the room. She had some items in her hands, I couldn't tell what. As she walked over to me she swooped something off the floor, it was the panties she had worn that day. She held them in front of my face.

"Think you'd like these beauties shoved in your mouth, Sweetie?" she declared.

I must say I was conflicted! Part of me would have liked it...but...then again it had been a long day, a long hot day.

She chuckled:

"Nah, don't worry sweetie. I wouldn't make you chew on these. Not after I've been chewing on them all day anyway". She let the panties fall from her hand. They landed and settled on my raging stiffy. It was quite a moment.

"No sweetie, I wouldn't gag you with those", she continued.

"These will do nicely though!" she said as she shook out a pair of the largest woman's panties I had seen. I couldn't tell you the colour but they were BIG! Millee stretched them out in front of me.

"These are my Mom's!" she explained breezily. "They're a little big, hey?" she wryly observed.

I gulped but I don't think I said anything.

Millee tried to roll them into a ball but it seemed unlikely she would fully succeed. She must have realised the panties were not going to be compressed any further because she got on to the bed and straddled me.

"Ok sweetie, let's see if we can get these little beauties into that big sexist mouth of yours!" she declaimed. "Open wide for me....a little wider.......goooood boy!".

She proceeded to poke and tease the mass of nylon fabric into my oral cavity. I truly believed they would never get in and I grunted loudly in the hope she would stop.

"Oh! You're a bit of a Muriel aren't you?!" she admonished. "Just hold still sweetie, the knickers are going in...one way or another!"

She must have succeeded after a fashion because she reached a point where she was satisfied and reached to her side for a scarf. She pulled the scarf between her hands but then stopped as if she had had a better idea. Discarding the scarf she reached down and grabbed a stray length of rope. Oh no! I thought, not that surely. She smiled a little as the horror clearly must have shown on my face, but she didn't stop.

Millee doubled the soft rope and placed the centre between my teeth. She had to lean close to me to take the ends round the back of my head and my heart bolted as I smelt the rich perfume of her hair. Her brow furrowed a little as she fought to keep the double thickness of rope centred on the bundle of nylon middle-aged women's panties that were trying to escape from my mouth. I have no idea what I looked like at this point but Millee seemed to think I looked like a chipmunk and she giggled.

Millee pulled the rope a little and I felt the wadding being pushed to the back of my throat. I fought desperately with my tongue to stop it going too far. Millee slowly continued to tighten the rope. I started to feel panicked ay how much the wadding was beginning to encroach upon my throat when Millee decided it was tight enough and tied the rope off. Twice.

"So sweetie. How do ya feel about your gag?" she beamed at me as she held my chin in her left hand and tousled my hair with the other.

"GGGGGnnnggggg" was pretty much my reply I think.

Millee was not finished however. She produced a roll of beige medical tape that I had not noticed and fiddled with finding the end. Once found she pulled a little of the tape away and brought it up to my head.

"Keep still sweetie", she ordered as she lined-up the tape over my distended lips.

The taught tape was brought across my mouth and pressed on. She placed her fingers against the one end already stuck tight against my cheek and, with her other hand, took the roll around the back of my head. She circled my head several times encasing my lower face in the taught sticky fabric.

"That's what I call a "man-gag" sweetie!" Millee smirked. "I'm sure you would agree...?"

The discomfort caused by the rope gag was somewhat alleviated by the tightness of the wrapping in that it made everything feel a little numb. It meant little, however, compared with the total mind rush I was experiencing by being tied and gagged this way. If only Millee knew!

Millee, on the other hand was clearly enjoying herself too.

She picked up some more rope and threaded it through my wrist ties. She must have then taken the loose end down through my ankles binds as I felt myself being pulled into a hog-tie.

"Over on you side sweetie" Millee ordered and I dutifully crumpled into a kind of opposite foetal position on the bed.

Millee was off the bed and around to the other side where I was to find out that she had threaded another rope through my wrists and attached it to the side stanchion of the bed. I was thus confined to a sideways hog-tie if you know what I mean and I could not roll out of it. I was clearly very exposed in this position and Millee knew it.

She took some thinner cord and started to bind it round my scrotum. Sparing you the details I should tell you that it felt good.

I had scarcely had time to take stock of my new position when I realised Millee had left the room. Shit! I was on my own! I always got a little scared when left in a tight tie. It's weird...as much as I long to feel roped up sometimes, I could never countenance it happening in real life and being left like that!.

What shook me out of my consternation was a voice from the doorway:

"Jeez honey, you must have really pissed Mill off!" It was Viv, Millee's Mom! Clearly enjoying her privileged viewpoint from across the room.

"Fair go! Millee sure has you tied-up like a Christmas turkey. What did you do Huw?" she enquired. "I reckon whatever it was you must have deserved it, hey?"

Well, there is no need for me to elaborate any further...only to say that Millee (and Viv apparently) had had her little fun with me and untied me soon enough. I should also add that we made glorious love later on (without restraints) which I still regard as the most tender, affectionate and 'loving' sex I have ever experienced.

That was the last time I saw Millee. I left for Melbourne in the morning (before Viv had got up thankfully) and although we had resolved to get back together the next time I was back in Sydney I didn't follow it through. The reasons are too complex for me to relate here but I often wonder about what might have been. And, as I say, I look back with much sadness and remorse as well as excitement.