Everything was almost ready and Elyn could barely contain her excitement. This would be yet another foray into getting herself bound and gagged in public. With Aurora working in Weston that night, Elyn scouted out the perfect spot just outside agency headquarters where an old, narrow telephone pole towered over the street below. And Elyn intended to tie herself to it that evening.

With the sun beginning to set, Elyn picked out her supplies and took a look in the mirror. She had chosen a bit of a different outfit for this particular bondage game of hers to try and make herself stand out a bit. She called it her ‘punk-ish’ style outfit.

One her legs she wore fishnet stockings and tall, heeled sandals with straps running all the way up her ankles. The sandals themselves were red, of course, a colour she couldn’t resist wearing. The shoes matched her cropped tank top, baring her midriff. On top of the stockings, Elyn wore tight, black jean shorts that displayed her beautiful, toned legs and the black shorts matched her leather vest with metal studs all along the shoulders and leather, fingerless motorcycle gloves. This was one outfit she often wore while riding her motorcycle but, on this day, she chose instead to get tied up in it.

Eyeing her black makeup in the mirror, Elyn smirked at herself. She had even done up her hair a bit, pushing her thick bangs forward and covering her left eye, much the way Taria’s hair did. She had streaked her orange hair in red and black highlights as well along her fringe, just to add to the look.

Her next step was to ensure she had all of the appropriate bondage supplies. A bundle of leather straps lay on the table beside a rather large ball gag and a sturdy roll of duct tape. To ensure she would remain stuck she finalized it all with a pair of steel handcuffs and leg irons.

Packing it all away into a bag, she slung it over her shoulder and headed to the elevator. The building was a bit of a strange one but the Agency headquarters sort of had to be. There was a secret underground entrance just to get in and head to the well-hidden upper floors disguised as empty offices. But it was a quick trip down to the basement then back up to the ground floor via the entrance elevator before Elyn was stepping outside and walking to the brightly lit street lamp on the sidewalk.

She stopped below the narrow, wooden telephone pole and set her bag of bondage supplies down. Elyn already had butterflies in her stomach. It was an exiting prospect, playing in the open like this. She was sure to be spotted by someone. She could only wonder if anyone would try to help her. The only thing she hoped was that it didn’t cause too much of an incident but, being an agent of the Weston Agency she could easily explain it all away. For now, she was too focussed on getting herself tied up.

Standing with her back to the pole, Elyn first clapped the leg irons over her ankles, looping the chain around the pole and keeping her ankles locked together but spread apart, Next she tightened a strap around her thighs just above her knees before moving on to her gag. The ball gag went on first, pulled as tight as she could, before a thick wrapping of duct tape forced the large rubber ball further into her mouth, opening her jaw even more but sealing her mouth shut and covering it completely as she wrapped it over and over.

Once her gag was complete, Elyn slipped straps over her chest, above and below her breasts, sliding her arms into them one at a time, tightening them so they would pin her arms to her sides. Finally, with handcuffs in hand and the keys to her freedom just out of reach, on the ground below her, she locked her wrists behind the thin telephone poll. With the final click, her freedom was now robbed form her and the butterflies began in her stomach again. Now the only way she would be free was when someone inevitably found her. It would more than likely be one of her friends but standing there, bound and gagged beneath the bright lights of the street, she was sure someone would discover her. And the possibility only thrilled her more.

The street surrounding the old office building where the Agency hid their headquarters wasn’t an especially busy one but, on occasion, it did see its share of foot traffic. And a lot of people would be finishing their days at work, as evening fell and the sun began to dip even lower on the horizon. Her chances of somebody seeing her increased exponentially with each passing minute.

So Elyn struggled, making a few sounds into her gag, opening her eyes wide and playing up a role she felt she was born to play: the helpless, tied up and gagged damsel in distress. Sure, Elyn thought, she had other talents. Many, in fact, that would surprise everyone. She was sharpshooter with unprecedented accuracy, an expert hand-to-hand combatant only surpassed in the agency by a few others. She was much physically stronger than she looked, though her toned muscles strained beneath her bonds and told that story enough. But Elyn just couldn’t help her love of bondage.

As she strained against the unyielding bonds, her ankles and wrists locked together by cruel steel, and silenced by the tight ball gag and duct tape combinations in and around her mouth, Elyn thought she heard someone coming.

“Hmmmpphh!” She said, hoping to get someone’s attention. At that moment, a breeze picked up and an aluminum can rolled and skipped across the street making the only sound around them. Elyn sighed and rolled her eyes. Really? How is this happening? Surely someone must have to walk down this way... she thought to herself.

As luck would have it, someone did have to come this way. But, to her surprise, it was just a couple of teenagers. A young boy and a young girl walked, hand in hand, beside each other on the sidewalk on the other side of the street. They were transfixed on each other for the moment.

Elyn had no idea what they were doing, or why they had come that way, but she struggled nonetheless and tried to get their attention.

“Hmmm! Hllmmpp! Mmmmph! Lmmk mmffr hmmrrr! HHHMMMPPPHHH!!”

At this, the young boy did raise his head for a moment to look and, after a few seconds of searching for the sound, locked eyes with Elyn. They both seemed to freeze for a moment. Though the boy kept walking beside his girlfriend, who kept her eyes on him, time slowed down as he furrowed his brow and tried to make sense of what he was seeing.

He thought about saying something to the girl beside him but he was not convinced what he was seeing was real. So instead of saying anything, or even giving Elyn a second look, his eyes returned to his girlfriend as they continued to walk down the sidewalk and turn the corner onto an adjacent street.

“Hmm! Wmmt!?” Elyn couldn’t believe it. He’d looked right at her! But, somehow, it just didn’t register that she was a real person, tied to a telephone pole and gagged. “MMMMPPPHH!!”

Elyn was a bit surprised but she got further joy out of more struggling and mewling, groaning, and occasionally screaming into her stifling gag. After a long while of waiting, and no one else passing by on the street, night fell and everything remained silent. It had been nearly four hours and the only people who had passed by the bound and gagged woman beneath the street lights were those two oblivious teenagers.

Elyn sighed, ready to give up, when she heard a familiar voice and the approach of footsteps.

“Elyn... what are you doing?”

She giggled beneath her gag and turned to look for the voice’s source. Artema stood there, arms folded, looking her in the eye.

“Hmm, fmmrllmmph llmmdmmrrr...”

“Hello yourself,” Artema said. “Were you intending on staying out here all night?”

Elyn shrugged as far as her bonds would allow. Artema just sighed and searched the ground, finding Elyn’s handcuff keys and unlocked her cuffs, irons, and undoing her straps. She helped Elyn free of her substantial gag and Elyn worked her jaw a bit.

“Phew, that thing made my jaw sore....”

“Elyn... why?” Artema had so many other questions but only one word came out.

“Just having fun. Speaking of, now that I’m free, maybe I’ll go get tied up inside this time.”

“See that you do. And do something a little safer next time.”

“Hey, Artema...”

“What is it?”

“Do you know why so few people came down this street? I was sure I’d have been free hours ago if someone had just discovered me.”

Artema just slowly shook her head. “Didn’t you realize? There’s construction on both sides of the neighbouring streets. They’re repaving the sidewalk and shut down anything but local traffic. Most people are avoiding the area or going around it.”

Elyn smiled to herself. “Oh, yeah, I guess that explains all the pylons and stuff I saw the other day...”

Artema just shook her head again. “Next time, plan this out a little better. And don’t get yourself stuck.”

Elyn mock saluted their group’s leader. “Yes, ma’am.”

Artema walked to the door of the old office building and held it open. “Just get inside before you get into any more trouble.”

Elyn stepped in first, Artema following after her, and the entire ordeal was over just as quickly as it had begun. But, one thing was certain. Nothing could deter Elyn from trying again. Not when there was bondage fun to be had. And she would have her bondage fun.