April 18th 2006. (0)

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Posted by Rebecca_P on Fri 18 Apr 08, 12:24 PM

Today is two years since Master and I met up IRL for the first time. Here's a copy of what I wrote about it at the time....

Okies. Yesterday I went to London to meet up with S, which is either the silliest thing I've ever done, or one of the best things I've ever done. I'm not quite sure which, yet. I was half an hour late getting to Holborn - I was starting to panic that he might think I'd chickened out, or had been leading him up the garden path the whole time, or something. Thankfully, when I got to Holborn, there he was, waiting patiently. Everything was extremely awkward at first - despite having spent ages playing online together and talking over webcam over the past fortnight. Or perhaps because of. There's a certain level of intimacy you can achieve online that is then hard to translate into real life, at least straight away.

We started off by heading for the British Museum, and we spent quite a while wandering round and trying to break the ice a bit. Things only started breaking properly when we headed outside for the second part of lunch, and I started feeding my sandwich and then crisps to the pigeon. Each time I tossed them a bit of food instead of eating it myself, S poked me. By the time I was in hysterics, the food was all gone, and S had initiated a sneak attack hug from behind while I was feeding some more pigeons, things were a lot less awkward. Gal also dragged out the "presents" he'd brought along, including two lengths of rope, clothes pegs, and a padlock.

We headed back to Holborn with my hands tied in front of me. And my cloak wrapped around me so no-one would actually see. Although I undid a hand to get through the ticket barrier, I re-did myself up once we were on the platform, and spent the train journey that way. It wasn't exactly tight, but, still. Did make holding on a problem. I spent the first few stops wedged in a corner, and a seat was free for the last couple.

Once at Holloway, our destination was Fettered Pleasures, with an eye to acquiring a collar. The first one we tried didn't fit, the second one was alright, but S thought it looked a little thick. The others were either posture collars, or even thicker. Or were rubber. Ick. Also, most of them only had a single ring, which wasn't ideal. We'd pretty much given up on the idea and were wandering around looking at everything else, when we spotted a small display case near the corsetry, which had a few more collars in. There was a lacy one which was very pretty, but we both preferred the one below which was three ring, and not too thick. It also fitted. Apparently it looked alright; I couldn't actually open my eyes for more than a few moments at a time to look in the mirror. It was a little more expensive than S had had in mind, but I offered to pay half of it, and so we got it.

We then headed to Green Park, where we found a quiet bench, and S put the collar on me, and padlocked it. Then we attached the chain to the front ring, which required swapping the padlocks over because the second one was a silly bright yellow one that S's brother had given him after S muttered something about needing a lock for his door. *g* He led me by the leash across to another bench, and we then went to get the camera out, and discovered that I'd somehow lost all the batteries I'd packed, so S took the leash off and we walked up to the road and got some more from an M&S Simply Food store. I had the collar on still, partly hidden by my cloak, but not entirely. And S offered me his hand, so I could at least close my eyes some of the time and not see how many people were looking. The collar jingled slightly as I walked at times, especially when we were crossing the more uneven bits of ground. After we got the batteries, we headed up to Buckingham Palace, and settled on the wall of the fountain (which was actually turned off.) to do some photographing. I looked stupid in all the pictures, but, meh. I also managed to overexpose the one picture we took of ourselves together by putting the camera too close to a reflective surface! Luckily, it didn't turn out *too* badly, it's just got a strange, almost artistic effect. And I still look fat.

After this, we headed back through the park. It started to rain, so S put the hood of my cloak up, but it wouldn't stay. So he put it over my head entirely so I couldn't see where I was going, which went off with surprisingly little disaster. (Only one near miss with a wall, apparently!) Once we reached the edge of Hyde Park, we settled on yet another bench, S reattached the leash. It was time for 'tea', which was half a hot cross bun, but I threw my first crumb to a pigeon that wandered past, so my hands were tied to my collar and I had to be fed. Unfortunately, I couldn't open my eyes because I was too embarrassed, so S took the opportunity to give me the whole half (..?!) of the bun at once, instead of breaking it up into little pieces as I'd been expecting. However, he did take mercy and break up the bits I couldn't fit into my mouth the first time. Once feeding time was over, my ankles were hobled, too, and S proceeded to demonstrate the usefulness of the leash after I'd crouched down to accept half a Penguin, by refusing to let me get back up again. *snicker*

We then wandered - if wandered can be said to apply to someone leading a hobbled girl around on a leash - through the parks, and realised there was a man watching us. At first we just thought it was coincidence but, after a while, it became clear he was actually following us around. After trekking through a bit of wooded area we sat on a bench, and the bloke sat on one a short distance away over the road, eying us over his paper. We probably looked fairly normal by then - S had let go of the leash and once we'd sat, he took off the hobble as well. My arms, leash and chain were hidden under the cloak. After sitting and quietly talking/snuggling for a while, we set off again, heading through the park by the lake. Again, we sat down on yet another bench, and then S started prodding, tickling and fondling, which led me to a heckuva lot of giggling. Especially as his hands were cold. Eventually we decided to move on, and crossed the bridge to another part of the park, which shut moments after we entered it. My hands were untied then, and I looped the rope around one wrist and held them both 'bound' behind my back as we walked through the park, trying to find an open exit. It might have been a (reaosnably) mundane walk if S hadn't decided to idly start flicking the rope that he had used earlier for the hobble across my chest. Even given that I was wearing a top and bra still, it stung a bit, and - guh. Words fail me now.

When we reached the exit - and I was pretty much a panting, useless wreck - S unlocked the chain leash from my collar and I handed back the rope from my wrists, too. It was time to head home. We parted at Oxford Circus, me with collar still on - though unpadlocked. Leaving was horrendously difficult.


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