Archives for 15 January 2008
School girl in bondage
My girlfriend always seemed to enjoy seeing just how much she could
get away with doing some form of our bondage in public. She does this
partly because she finds it fun, mostly because she knows it drives me out
of my tree. Usually, I’m able to fast-talk my way out of potentially
embarrassing situations with Mundanes, but yesterday she very nearly got me
fired.
Yesterday afternoon we had lunch together. Afterward, she
accompanied me back to my place of work. I thought this slightly unusual,
since she had never before expressed an interest in my work (electronic
engineering), but it didn’t occur to me that she had something planned.
We arrived at my workbench, where I’m currently trying to figure
out why the hell board on which I’m working is not performing the way I
designed it.
“Is this where you work?” she asked.
“At the moment,” I replied.
I reached over to turn on the scope, thereby completely failing to
notice the huge studded black leather collar she produced from her purse.
Before I could even blink (it’s amazing the speed at which she can do this),
she had locked the collar snugly around my neck, and locked the end of the
six-foot jack chain to the center of the bench (where there just happened
to be a mounting hole, dammit). I turned to face her in utter disbelief,
mouth agape.
“I’ll be back for you at five,” she said.
“HAVE YOU GONE COMPLETELY WACKO!!?!?” I yelled in a hushed voice.
“HOW THE HELL AM I GOING TO EXPLAIN THIS???”
“You’ll think of something,” she said, dropping the keys into her
cleavage. “You always do.”
“But suppose I have to go to the bathroom,” I countered.
“Don’t give me that,” she said. “I’ve seen you go for a whole day
without visiting the bathroom.”
“But…,” I tried to say.
“SHHH! The subject is closed. I’ll be back at five. Bye.”
She turned and left, against my hushed protests. I sat in panic and
tried to think out my situation. I tried to think of all the people who
might visit. Most of my co-workers were friends who knew that my
girlfriend and I were a bit odd, so this shouldn’t surprise them. But I
had *no* idea what I was going to say if one of my bosses came in. I
checked my watch to see how long I would have to endure this ignominy.
13:30 (I’m a military time weenie). “Three and a half hours,” I thought.
I heaved a sigh, and got to work, such as I could.