Wonderful Bondage Day Out

Here is a scenario that isn’t SB (self-bondage), but I want to share it so I can get some input on how to adapt the scene for conversion. A few years back, my SO practiced bondage with me. We aren’t together anymore now, but we had some wonderful experiences. She wasn’t heavily into bondage herself, yet she was daring and we enjoyed pushing our personal envelope a bit. It might not seem very daring to others, but it worked perfectly for us.

On a pleasant fall afternoon in the Midwest—you know the kind with just a hint of football in the air and colorful leaves around—our plan was to go shopping at a local open-air market area. There were good stores and restaurants there, warm enough to walk around, shop, grab a drink at an outdoor café, or catch a movie later. The idea was for her to be bound up during the afternoon. We decided she would go by ‘M’ just for that day, not quite becoming an O (Owner). Neither of us cared much about corporal punishment in this context.

Her outfit didn’t require much planning; she wore a simple fall dress with a cape over it. The cape was like a Mexican serape, pulled right over her head and featuring a front zipper. This allowed her arms to be cuffed behind her back while the cape hid them nicely. Since the dress buttoned in the front, I could undo a few buttons to attach nipple clamps naturally. Naturally, she wasn’t wearing any bra or panties underneath. She had thigh-high stockings on. Her shoes were nice heels that emphasized her great legs and brought her closer to my height (I am 6’-5” tall).

SIDEBAR: She never wore underwear.:) It was a quirk of ours. For her, wearing underwear (or having to wear them) was a real turn-off.:( I feel the same way; I prefer that feeling of freedom.

We drove to the area and parked. I had to do things for her, like locking the seat belt and helping her in and out of the car. Once we were out, we strolled around window shopping. She looked pretty conventional so far. We did go into one women’s clothing store where I got involved looking at a dress. The salesperson was trying hard to be helpful and encouraged M to try it on. I said yes, do it. Of course, M kept saying no. I insisted though. The salesperson promised it would only take a minute and she’d look lovely in it. I offered to help with her cape, which earned me a very unfriendly look from M. So I suggested we might return later.

From there, we went for a drink at an outdoor wine bar and watched the world go by. We were seated in a corner, so I helped remove her cape. Naturally, I had to hold the drink up to her lips. One guy was watching us intently—well, actually watching M mostly, as she did look good there. Of course, I told her to cross and uncross her legs to give him a show. A little exhibitionism is part of the experience for me. She gave him the full display in slow steps. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her. When we were preparing to leave, I handed her some money and said, “Pay the bill; I’ll meet you outside.” I took the cape, went out, and watched from a distance. The waiter brought the bill and set it on the table. When he left she stood up (with a little trouble), left the money on the table, and walked out. This is where she showed that she was truly part of this afternoon experience; I think a couple of glasses of wine helped with her composure. She walked right past the guy’s table, giving him a good look at her unencumbered breasts, and as she walked away, he got a clear view of her hands in cuffs. His eyes almost fell out of his head! We took off down the street quickly while I put her cape on properly. No point in letting him do something stupid. Plus we were laughing so hard that we didn’t want to cause a scene.

From the bar, we walked to the local movie house and bought tickets for the next show; it didn’t matter which one exactly. We got seats near the back and off to the side. The theater wasn’t very full but was enough to have some presence around. No one sat in our row or directly behind us. Of course I had to manage her cape again. Once the previews were over and the movie started, I set to work. First, I took a blindfold (one I’d kept from an overseas flight) and put it on her. Next, I placed large-rimmed glasses over them to hide the blindfold visually. A couple more buttons of her dress were sacrificed for access. The dress was hiked up slightly. I also took a length of rope and tied one end to the arm of the seat and looped it over her back. Now I leaned in, said I would be right back, stood up, and left.

She looked at me (well, not really looking with eyes closed), but I could tell she was nervous being alone now that sight was gone and she felt quite exposed. I walked to the very back of the theater and waited there for a while. A latecomer entered, causing a bit of panic in my mind: What if he sat in M’s row? We were at the side (near the wall), so theoretically, he could have taken the end seat and blocked her exit path entirely. (Something to remember next time). Fortunately, he didn’t. After that moment of anxiety, I moved closer behind her about two rows back. If someone else came in, I would shift quickly toward our row. She wasn’t sure if I was still watching or had gone inside the show area. Later she told me she thought I’d left; she sensed the door opening and assumed I was out. When the movie ended and credits rolled, I returned to her, removed the glasses and blindfold. She said she felt panicked about being alone during the film but also aroused beyond belief.

As we were walking out toward the exit, M mentioned that she really had to pee. Now, using the facilities—or even just getting into the door—could be tricky with bindings on. I reached behind her and unlocked her cuffs (using a lock mechanism) so they could slide apart, then used the rope to tie them loosely about a foot apart from each other. This allowed her enough mobility to enter the ladies’ room and get into a stall. Plus, good hygiene is important; I am not entirely clueless.

As she walked toward the ladies’ room door, I told her I would meet her at the car. She went in, and I left immediately. I went back to the car but stayed nearby near the doorway entrance area. In a few minutes, she arrived at the car and looked around for me. She stood there by the vehicle for a while as I watched from afar. Soon after, another couple entered the garage walking toward her direction. I moved quickly over to give her a casual hello.

I helped her into the car and buckled her in securely (using the lock on the belt). We drove home right away and spent the evening enjoying each other’s company while discussing our day together.

OK, here is my dilemma now. Our previous relationship didn’t last long-term, and we both moved on with our lives. I am married to someone who definitely does not get into this scene at all. I have no regrets about that past experience, but I still love bondage. So currently I practice self-bondage alone. My question is: how do I convert the specific scene I just described above into a self-bondage version? Yes, I know I could tie myself up and walk around like that, but is there more to it than just tying knots by myself? I would love to hear some ideas.