Kendra was fuming! AND laughing her head off at the same time. Not that there was anything even slightly funny about the whole situation, though.
About an hour ago, she and Val had been sitting at her friends room, in silence, being bored stiff. Eventually, Val had proposed to do a little bondage, take some pictures and put them on the net. Unrecognizable of course, just to see what kind of weirdo's they could attract. They had done so before, and the reactions had been hilarious, from time to time.
Some fifteen minutes later Kendra was sitting on the bed, her hands tied, not uncomfortably, at the small of her back, her wrist connected to a simple rope harness. Valerie had left the house, pretending she wanted to buy a few beers before they started, but Kendra knew better. Sure, she would get the beers, but that was not what this was about. Valerie loved to leave her like this! It gave her a tremendous kick, to freely walk the street, while her friend was sitting back home helpless, with nothing to do than wait for her to return.
"I bet you all know what this is!" The magician held up a straight jacket, causing a stir among the seventh graders in the auditorium of Iphigénie Gaillard Junior High School. He definitely had their attention now.
"Now, I'm going to need a volunteer here; Mrs. Green, would you be so kind?" All eyes turned to the principal, as she got up from her front row seat, and proceeded to the apron.
"Welcome to the stage! Kids, a hand for my new assistant, please!"
A storm of applause, with cheering on top of it. The anticipation was almost tangible, as he held up the jacket in front of her, and started to instruct her.
As she stood with her arms in the elongated sleeves, he started to buckle the belts at the back. She looked over her shoulder, with a nervous smile, trying not to pay attention to the growing commotion in the hall.
It was their eighteenth annual get together, and as always, all six of them marveled at how they succeeded on making this happen every year. Three married couples, each member sporting a scientific career, conferences all over the world, constant travelling, and STILL they managed to organize ONE weekend a year where they, as former fellow students came together.
It was ALSO the last evening of the weekend, in which the atmosphere usually became even more lose, even a bit raunchy at times. And then, like always, it was betting time!
I am sitting behind my computer, watching a small movie I've just compiled, and I don’t understand what has been happening to me today.
Early this afternoon, the doorbell rang. I rushed to the door, hoping that it was my Mom, but instead it was my grandmother.
“Roland, could we have a word, sweetheart? It’s about your mother: she’s in a terrible state…”. My heart cringed: this was exactly what I had been afraid of. But I opened the door to let her in .
That morning, my mother had visited me in my dorm, and by coincidence, she had found out about my bondage gear. I had forgotten to lock the Forbidden Closet, and as she was looking for a place to hang her coat, I was in the kitchen. As I returned in the room, I found her frozen, a look of disbelief on her face.