Group photo (M/f)
Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2022 5:09 am
When I was in college I was already a bondage afficianando . It was the late 60's (Yes, I'm old) and all manner of things were accepted, even encouraged, especially if it made the old duddie fuddies upset. If a girl was going to be involved with me, she was going to be tied up.
It made me interesting. It also compensated for my face which could make large dogs run and hide whimpering.
The femme du jour was Andrea. It was a cool, spring day and I had on my usual bush jacket and levis. I liked the bush jacket. It had lots of pockets for rope and things.
Anyway, we were sitting in the Union lounge with its huge windows overlooking the campus waiting for the photographer to arrive to take the picture of our club. Oh, I forgot. The club was, get this, Young Americans For Freedom. I drove them nuts. They consdered me crazy. They were right.
Back to the story. I had a short strap in one of my pockets and strapped Andrea's hands behind her.
She was used to it. She was going with me.
She made a pretense of struggle but had no real intention of escape. Not sure she could have in any event.
The photographer arrived and we all went outside for the picture, Andrea's hands still tied behind her. The funny thing is that no one noticed. She was wearing long sleeves, as I said the day was cool, and she was just walking with her hands behind her back.
We lined up to take the picture and the photographer said something about her holding her hands behind her so I turned her around and everyone could see that they were bound.
I think it took some of the folks an hour to recover their composure.
It made me interesting. It also compensated for my face which could make large dogs run and hide whimpering.
The femme du jour was Andrea. It was a cool, spring day and I had on my usual bush jacket and levis. I liked the bush jacket. It had lots of pockets for rope and things.
Anyway, we were sitting in the Union lounge with its huge windows overlooking the campus waiting for the photographer to arrive to take the picture of our club. Oh, I forgot. The club was, get this, Young Americans For Freedom. I drove them nuts. They consdered me crazy. They were right.
Back to the story. I had a short strap in one of my pockets and strapped Andrea's hands behind her.
She was used to it. She was going with me.
She made a pretense of struggle but had no real intention of escape. Not sure she could have in any event.
The photographer arrived and we all went outside for the picture, Andrea's hands still tied behind her. The funny thing is that no one noticed. She was wearing long sleeves, as I said the day was cool, and she was just walking with her hands behind her back.
We lined up to take the picture and the photographer said something about her holding her hands behind her so I turned her around and everyone could see that they were bound.
I think it took some of the folks an hour to recover their composure.
