I’m pretty comfortable with the various toys and implements around bdsm. I’ve been involved in play and as a photographer for a while, and the sight of bondage cuffs, a whip or a riding crop are fairly standard for me. Plus, I’ve been out about my involvement in it for a long time, so I’m fairly casual about these things.
Not so for Amy.
A newcomer to bdsm related activities, it’s only been in the last year that she has discovered a personal interest, and has no experience in dungeon settings, for example, and still feels quite shy about her own involvement. And yet she’s got to be one of the boldest, bravest women I know in almost anything else. It’s like she’s got this one, and only one, shy spot.
On the way to our first meeting, I picked up a few things to play with. Nothing too shocking, wrist cuffs, riding crop, nipple clamps – all quite simple and standard play items,
On the first morning, Amy discovered them on the desk, and very sweetly tidied up the room and moved them to a drawer, so that the cleaning staff wouldn’t discover them when they came and made up the room.
I noticed that the thought of the cleaning staff finding these items disturbed her, although it would never have occurred to me to put them out of sight. I mean, it’s the cleaning staff, they’ve seen everything already, I’m sure, and who really cares if the cleaning staff sees your stuff? It’s not like they are going to call your parents and rat on you.
Amy on the bed
I got the stuff out late one night, the night of the photo shoot, and the evening stretched, as they all did, far into the night.
The next morning, we headed out for breakfast, without giving much thought to the disarray in the room. After breakfast, we went back to the room to pick up the camera, ad the cleaning lady, who we had talked to previously a few times, was in there vacuuming. As Amy waited in the hall, cheerily greeting the cleaning lady, I gathered up the camera and talked to the cleaning lady briefly as well.
We returned a half hour later, and Amy slipped into the bathroom, while I wandered into the room. I noticed the box the Astroglide came in empty on the table, and thought that was an interesting thing for the cleaning lady to have encountered. Then a thought struck me, and I looked about the room.
The Astroglide itself sat on one bedside table, on the other the nipple clamps, and on the floor the bed a 30-foot rope lay half untied. The riding crop laid along side the wardrobe. It occurred to me that this situation might be distressing to Amy.
The bathroom door opened, and I remarked to her that the condition of the room was rather unusual. Amy stood for a moment just inside the door, trying to understand me, then suddenly, without looking into the room, her eyes went wide and her mouth dropped.
With a shriek she ran back into the bathroom, and hide betweenthe door and the wall, “No no no no no no no,” she wailed, her hands over her face.
I had judged correctly, the situation was indeed distressing to Amy. I found her behind the door, and comforted her the best I could while trying so hard not to laugh. For the next few minutes I heard nothing but horrified sounds from her, mixed with shocked laughter and disbelief that such a horrible, horrible thing had happened.
Finally, she collected herself enough to finally leave the bathroom, and go back out into the room. Upon seeing the offending articles, she threw herself onto the bed and buried her face in her hands, keening quietly about the unfairness of life.
Being the helpful kind of guy that I am, I began painting out loud the actual scenario under which the cleaning lady had seen the items, and what she had thought as she had discovered them. Oddly enough, this just brought on more horrified exclamations, mixed with anguished laughter.
Amy remembered that we had walked in on the poor cleaning lady, blocking her terrified flight from the room, as I helpfully pointed out. “And who knows, even now, what she is telling the people at the head desk, and other workers?” Apparently not a calming thought.
Eventually, she calmed down, seeming to think that maybe the cleaning lady hadn’t known what the nipple clamps were, and a rope could be anything, and the riding crop was lying by the wardrobe, not in a place where she would vacuum. At least, she hadn’t seen the wrist cuffs, because those left no doubt as to their purpose.
I noticed a towel lying on the floor, and wondered why our usually fastidious cleaning lady had not picked up this one, stray towel. What possible reason could there be for leaving this towel in the room alongside the bed? I picked it up myself, and shared the good news with Amy. No doubt, the cleaning lady had indeed picked up the towel, and then replaced it.
Hidden underneath were the wrist restraints.