Will anyone see it? She stroked her wrists under her heavy black jacket. Searching with her fingers for the ring attached to the leather cuffs around her wrists. Matching leather bondage cuffs, hidden to the vanilla public strapped and locked with tiny brass padlocks around her wrists, put on by her Master as they dressed to go see a movie. She had objected at first, someone might see, she had whined. A look from him, the stern blue eyes piercing through her, and she quieted down. Head lowered, she extended her left arm for him to lock the cuff on, soon to be followed by her right.
He allowed her to wear the baggy jacket. Her arms too short, the sleeves of the jacket dropped past her extended fingertips, hiding the threat of discovery. Or was it thrill? A little twist within her stomach and chest gave her pause. Was that a stirring in her crotch when she thought of some unknown stranger seeing her jacket sleeve slide up her arm and reveal the bondage that she was in? What would they think? What would she say? She is far from being a punk rocker. The cuffs didn’t match her look, or her outfit. Would the stranger scream out for everyone around to look? A hundred faces and eyes staring at her, the bound kinky slut with leather cuffs on?
Or would he quietly smile. A “knowing” smile, directed only to her. He would know! He would know that she likes to be bound. To be dominated. To submit. That moment would seem like eternity to her. Till Master would pull her back into his arms, his protection, his command. Was that it? Was that making her pussy wet and tingly?
They had made it into the theater with no discovery. Thank goodness movie theaters don’t have metal detectors! She thought. During the ride to the theater she had to be careful to not let her arm rest on the window sill. The chance of the sleeve riding up and another driver in traffic seeing would have been thrilling, no wait embarrassing. She was a bit mixed up.
Master chose the seats, towards the back, but not the last row. The movie was popular and was almost full. A few seats down sat another couple, divided by three chairs, was that space enough to stay outside the corner of their eyes? She couldn’t be sure. She rested her arms on the armrests, the sleeves again overhanging her hands. Covering them. Master had purchased a drink and popcorn. She quickly grabbed a handful after she gave as casual a glance around as she could to see if anyone was watching. To see if everyone was watching.
This wouldn’t be so bad, she thought. Soon it would be dark in the theater and everyone’s attention would be on the screen. She could feel the cuffs on her wrists and knew that no matter how good the movie was, she would not forget them while they were still locked on her.
Master smiled and looked into her eyes. I can do this, she thought. She felt a bit more comfortable. There was no neon sign above her head blinking “Kinky Bondage Queen”. She would not be discovered. At that moment she felt a little disappointed. The jacket sleeves were doing too good of a job hiding her cuffs. If she was careful and didn’t get to hot that she would have to take the jacket off, she would be safe. Safe. Kind of rang like vanilla.
Master could read her face. He could read her thought process. He could read her very being. He must be able to do that, because at that very moment when she realized that this was going to be safe and vanilla, he pulled out a double clip, smiled and took her wrists. Pulling up her sleeves so that the rings on her cuffs were exposed, he clipped the wrists together with the double clip. Forcing her hands together into bondage. She had limited movement now. Her wrists stuck at three inches apart. She would not be able to use the armrests. Her hands would have to rest in her lap. “Popcorn?” he asked. She raised both hands now to get some and to her shock, she realized that the sleeves of her jacket could now not conceal the cuffs because of the steel double clip that kept the sleeves from going halfway past the cuffs. By raising her arms to get the popcorn she had placed the cuffs in plain sight of everyone in the theater if they were looking her way. Her face flushed as she quickly lowered her hands back into her lap. She shook her head no, as Master, amused with himself and with a hint of glee in his eyes said, “Popcorn. I bought the big bucket for both of us, now you eat your fair share.” This wasn’t an offer. This was a command. Her heart sank. Her stomach twisted. Her crotch tingled. She was not going to get through this undiscovered.
Just then the lights faded down and the previews flickered on. Master still held out the popcorn bucket. She awkwardly twisted her arms over the lid, of course he didn’t lower it, so she had to reach up, and pulled a handful of popcorn out and proceeded to feed herself with both hands. She cast nervous glances around her to see if anyone was looking. All eyes, that she could tell, were on the screen. She would have to repeat that all through the movie till the popcorn bucket was empty. Underneath the flushed red face, the embarrassment, the anger of Master making her do this, he heart pounded for a different reason. Her pussy moistened as the thrill of it took over. He thoughts now focused on what would happen after the movie was over. Would he free her? Allow her to hide her wrists under the baggy sleeves of her jacket again? Or would he make her walk out of the theater with the crowd, wrists clipped together, bound, in bondage, for anyone to see and discover? The only thing she knew for sure was that when they got home, Master would have a tough time going to sleep that night. Bed yes. Sleep? Not a chance!
Knottygirl reminded me that her Master's mark had disappeared and that it was time for me to apply a new mark on her. Look closely, I think you can pull out the Knottygirl in there!
