Getting Caught (14)

Another day, another piece for Forum magazine! I'm putting together a juicy collection of stories and anecdotes about times when you've been caught in the act.

The act can be anything, from shagging to BDSM play to wanking, We want to hear your stories, whether you were embarrassed, turned on, or maybe you even got them to join in.

Perhaps you started with the goal of getting caught, or you took every precaution not to get caught, but did anyway.

Whether you were caught inside, outside or upside-down, we want to know about it.

Feel free to put your stories here, or you can memo me privately. The best ones will be published in the mag, so do let us know what name you would like to go under (can be any name you want - real name, scene name, or even no name if you so wish!)

Thanks! Have a great Friday

Helen x

Outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend. Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read. ~ Groucho Marx

My sub had arranged a meet while she was staying in London, 4 star hotel room all to ourselves, fantastic weekend of Hedonism and a chance to indulge in as much kink as we wanted. So I booked the flight all the way down country from our little regional airport here in the wilds of the highlands.

Obviously being given a totally blank canvas for the weekend, I had packed a good selection of restraints, CP instrumentation, toys, and the full kit for our TENS unit, all packed nicely into the bottom of my roller case.

My advice to any traveller with full kink selection - NEVER be one of the first to check in at a regional airport - your bag immediately goes to the side for the baggage inspection....

So there I am, awaiting my London flight for a weekend of pervery, when over the Tannoy comes the jumble of names asked to go straight to the departure lounge and to the baggage check area (Why the hell do they have these places as just a bench in a big room, where EVERYONE waiting can see what's in your case? I suspect it's because all airport security are secretly dominant and have a specific humiliation fetish) including my name - Cue a very quick and discreet word with the staff at the bench that I would prefer to wait until the other bags have been checked as I value my privacy, and weird stares from the other 10 or so people as I usher them past me!

Before my roller gets picked up, I managed to look very serious at the lady about to examine it and nonchelantly mention "I should tell you, I am in a relationship with my girlfriend where we have a healthy interest in bondage, and so the contents of my case may well be a little unusual" -

To be honest, it was hilarious, this very straight lady from the Scottish Highlands, picking up cuffs, straps, plugs, etc and trying to keep a professional face while asking "Oh, I suppose you get this all the time don't you" I didn't have the heart to tell her this was the first time anyone out of scene had seen my gear and that I had thought it was going to be incredibly embarassing having this all emptied in front of the other passengers...

...I did notice her wander over to all the other security staff later, point at me and share one hell of a laugh with them....but hey, it gave her an anecdote, I guess!

We checked in late morning, and wandered round town shopping for a few hours. We got back to the hotel room and decided to have some kink fun. Knowing that walls aren't exactly thick, I took every precaution I could, from leaving TV on for back ground noise, to stuffing her mouth and gagging her with bondage tape.

But still after a while of spanking, flogging, muffled squeals, the room phone rang. I answered, and the receptionist asked if everything in the room was ok, and asked if I needed anything.

Now to say we checked in at 11am, and was out most of the day until about 3pm, it was quite strange timing. She was a little embarrassed, but I think our main concern was not being asked to leave, but we carried on anyway.

Seeing him in Minder after that never seemed the same!

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Edited 26 Feb 10, 11:55 PM by Andromalius

This was one of those hotels where you have to have a key to get from Reception to the rooms, so I told him to txt me when he arrived, and I would go down to collect him. Mindful of the vanillas milling around and checking in at the reception, I duly went down to meet him, dressed in a formal dark suit.

To my mingled horror and delight, he was standing in the middle of the Reception, completely at his ease, bare chested with gauntlets, black leather kilt, biker boots and broad-brimmed black hat. The reception staff were gazing at him open-mouthed,people were walking into doors staring at him.

After one gulp, I took a deep breath, swanned up to him, said 'Darling, you made it, how lovely! Was the traffic ghastly?' and kissed his cheek. We then strolled off through the security doors, chatting casually to each other. Only once in the room did I collapse in hysterics.

Bloody good night.

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THAT was funny

I don't think I've ever been caught. Perhaps I should make an effort to.

Anyone else want to confess?

Outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend. Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read. ~ Groucho Marx

I parked my old Peugeot on the deserted top floor. Twenty minutes later, her Audi pulled up. I was ordered out. She told me to strip and leave my clothes in the boot of my car. Next she opened the boot of her car and demanded my keys. As I handed her the keys, she stepped forward and slammed her knee into my groin. More from shock than pain, I doubled up and heard, “Get in!”

I didn't witness the next bit, being shut in the boot nursing my tender parts. As she approached the exit barrier, she was more than a little perturbed to see a whole bank of CCTV screens in the booth. Throwing the money at the guy she screeched off but still heard him call out, “Lover's tiff?”