Kinktober 2023 #6 - Alone/Hidden

Content Warnings: BDSM, self-bondage, consensual, public bondage, ballgag

As she walked down through the busy street, weaving in and out of all the people going about their business, Claire was giddily, deliriously happy.

It was finally fall and the weather was finally chilly enough to justify her cozy, knee length coat!

Actually, to be honest, it was probably still a little too warm for Claire to wear her favorite coat. And the sweater. And the scarf and knit hat.

But she needed all those things to hide the ropes and gag she was wearing!

The gag was always step one. A nice red, fat ball gag she liked to wrap her smiling mouth around and strap on nice and tight. Then a face mask, both to help hide it and to absorb the drool.

Next came the rope. It took Claire a lot of practice to nail the self-tied shibari chest harness. It wasn’t quite the intricate web of ropes a shibari expert could put on other people, but it did its job. Claire loved the way it dug into her skin, right underneath the shirt and fuzzy sweater she put on over it.

Then came the crotch rope. She needed baggier jeans to hide that, but it was worth it.

Finally there was the scarf to provide a second layer to hide the gag, the knee length coat to button up over Claire’s clothes, plus the hat and the two-inch heel knee high tan boots that didn’t help her hide any bondage but looked great with the coat.

And she was off!

It was thrilling for Claire to wander around in plain view, alone with the knowledge of her kink hidden beneath an ordinary fall outfit.

Claire wandered, practically skipping her along the sidewalk and strolling by the riverside before looping back around to her apartment building. In that time the greatest threat to her secret was her own giggling. Claire had to fight to keep it quiet.

It was like being alone in her own kinky little bubble, separate from everyone else. Being close to other people while secretly bound enhanced everything. The straps of her gag cut into her check, her rope-framed breasts ached from the pressure, the crotch-rope rubbing deeper into her folds… it all felt at least ten times more intense when Claire was a fall or an ill-timed bump away from discovery.

When she was done, happily sighing her way up the elevator to her apartment, she took her time in taking everything off. First the outfit, then carefully, cautiously, the ropes and gag. There was a trick to the gradual release of the pressure from hemp rope and gag’s straps that was almost Claire’s favorite part.

And that of course was followed by Claire’s actual favorite part. She skipped the vibrator that particular day, like she always did on the first chilly day of the year. Claire was so revved up that fingers were almost too much.

Fall and winter were Claire’s favorite seasons.