You are at a party, a party were no one is, at least publicly, into bondage. It is a straight party that has no connection with the BDSM world at all. Then suddenly a beautiful young woman walks in with hair about 1/8 of inch long, partially tied up, wearing bright red lipstick and a ball gag. Drool is already starting to run down her chin and soak her shirt. When you run up to talk to her she can’t talk back. And she doesn’t remove the ball gag –no one does. She only has one arm free and it has a gorgeous, shiny black opera length latex glove on it. Her other arm is bound to her body behind her back. Her chest is even tied and she’s wearing a crotch rope. In effect, she’s nothing more than an object. Something for people to look at, wonder about and try to reason with themselves over what it is they are seeing. Surely some of them get it but surely others don’t understand it at all. Some might even be aghast. All must know something very sexual radiates from the situation.
This is exactly what happened last night when I dropped Marina off at her Halloween party. Just before her bound body exited the car I buckled in a black ball gag. Afterward, she got out of the vehicle and walked into the night as I drove off.