Of Gags and Fire Alarms

So, late last week, there I was, unable to sl**p, so I figured I would throw on a ballgag, some cuffs, and do a little role playing; k**napped girl trying to get loose. I was down to my tee and panties, and slipped on the gag (medium sized, tight as always) and then put a scarf, over that, like an OTM gag. I had one cuff on, and the idea was that the chain would go behind the head board and the other cuff on my wrist. I sat on my bed and then laid down, worked the cuffs on the headboard, and was about to fasten myself for a little bit of struggling… The building’s fire alarm went off. I sat up and saw myself in the mirror, looking totally ridiculous. Cuffs dangling from one wrists and very, tightly gagged. I got as far as standing in front of my bed before realizing that I should…change my appearance. Cuff was easy, quick release, the scarf took a moment to undo and of course popped the ballgag out. Quickly changed and got my stuff together and as I passed the mirror again…two marks on either cheek from the ballgag straps. But I had to leave…damn fire alarm. If anyone noticed, no one has said anything. But I knew the marks were there. I was somewhat embarrassed, but more than a little excited. I thought about it some more and wondered what it would be like if I had to go out the way I was? Felt my heart race some more. Then I though…what if I was with someone, just in my tee and panties, hands cuffed behind me, large ballgag in my mouth, having a collar on and being led out in front of everyone by a leash… I felt my face turn very, very red and hot. I had to walk around the block to calm down a little. Touching the marks on my cheeks every now and again. The fire crews let us back in fairly quickly, it was a false alarm. I changed into my pj’s and fell right asl**p. I guess counting sheep and warm milk help some to sl**p…for me it’s the idea of public bondage and humiliation. Who knew? ;)