Adventure out f/f

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Adventure out f/f

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I have always had such a rush of feelings and emotions at the thought of being tied up in front of others, to be embarrassed in public. Seeing somebody bound in a movie, and everybody just acting as if it is normal, or as the object of attention has always given me shivers and chills. I would place myself in their helpless place, and feel the helplessness in my mind. If I knew a tie up scene was going to happen in a movie I would quickly get up to go do something and watch the scene from around the corner, because I just knew if I watched it where others could see me, they would surely see inside me and know I wanted that in my heart of hearts.

Today’s trip was planned ahead of time, with my good friend Sama. Sama knew exactly how I felt and what kinds of things got me worked up, because we were best friends, and she too had kinky desires, but was far more daring than I. It was not often I got up the courage to do something daring in public., so when I did we tried to go all out.

I first dressed for the occasion fully. Sama arrived at my apartment on a nice spring day with two bags of ‘equipment’. She handed me one and told me to put on everything that was in the bag. When I was done I was to come out and show her, then she would complete my getup.
I took the bag into my room and poured out the contents onto the bed. I grabbed the first item and held it up, it was a thick babyish diaper, for adults. I undressed, lay down on the bed and taped it snugly around my waist. It fit amazingly, and the soft material, the way it crinkled, and felt puffy was enough to get my heart pumping. I put on the while bodysuit next, it fit comfortably and held everything in place. Next in the bag was a pair of pink plaid, and short overalls, something a toddler might wear, but in my size. I slipped them up my legs and over the diaper, the material hugging my body in a comforting and loving embrace. For my feet I put on lace trimmed ankle socks and slipped my feet in my black mary janes. I put my long black hair in two buns toward the back, letting my bangs hang over my forehead. Taking a look in the mirror the image of a gothic baby peered back at me, I was cute as hell. Taking a deep breath I made my way into the living room to show Sama her handiwork.

She squee’d with excitement, clapping her hands and making baby noises at me. “Time to complete the look” she affirmed as she opened her other bag. “Close your eyes until I tell you that you can open them.” I closed my eyes and wondered what was coming next. I felt a belt go around my waist, being threaded through belt loops on the overalls. Next I felt a soft and thick material being slid over my right hand and it was closed around my wrist. “Try to use your hand to grab my fingers,” she instructed. I reached my fabric enclosed hand and tried to grasp hers, but the thick fabric rendered my grip nearly nonexistent and left me with nothing but a soft and useless grip. “Perfect” she stated, “now let me get your other hand taken care of.” In no time my left hand was also enclosed and helpless. From this point on I was completely dependent on her. “Now, no movement, no sound, I have a few more things to do. First, go ahead and slip your hands in your pockets” she said. I did as instructed and felt her do something at my wrists where the mittens strapped on. “Ok, now try to pull your hands out of your pockets,” she instructed. I tried to do this simple task but found I could not do so, the wrist part of the mittens was attached to the belt. Every tug on my wrists was useless and did nothing more than to pull the outfit more snug around me. “Holy cow” I said, I cannot move them at all, my arms are essentially useless. “Go look in the mirror and see,” she said. “I walked toward the bathroom and gazed at the baby in the mirror. To any observer I just looked like I had my hands in my pockets, nothing more. “This is so effective” I started to say when I saw her come up behind me and in seconds I had a large pacifier strapped on my head. I opened my mouth to speak but only mumbles came out. The gag was large and effective.

I mpphed at her, I couldn't go out gagged, that was way too obvious. She just laughed at my attempts at talking and reminded me that I could just wear a mask over. Covid was essentially gone where I lived but some people still wore masks, so shortly I had a gator mask around my lower face, which hid the gag effectively. “Shall we?” she asked. She grabbed my keys, her purse, and locked the door as we left. She guided me down the hall and to the front door of my building. I peeked out the front door and it looked clear, nobody in sight. Sama took my arm in hers and guided me out. Once we were outside she said “oh shoot, I forgot something in your place, brb.” She quickly ran inside and closed the door, leaving me locked outside, tied up, and helpless. I tried to make noises at her but there was nothing I could do. An older couple walked by and said hi from the sidewalk, I just sheepishly nodded my head.
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Re: Adventure out f/f

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Is this a true story, or a dream?
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Re: Adventure out f/f

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An exaggeration of a real scene. I did go out dressed like that in public, tied up by a friend. It was all my plan
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