7/1 5:42 pm

Hey, I know you're really still uncomfortable about going out, but we're having a small little get together in my backyard. Plenty of room to social distance!

7/2 12:24 pm

Hey girl, want to grab lunch and est in the park? Miss your face!

7/3 3:45 am

Bitch! Text me back, I know you're playing it safe but I seriously miss you. Do you want to come to a small cook out for the 4th? It's okay if you can't just lmk!

7/4 7:35 am

Happy 4th! I'm going to facetime you to make sure you aren't dead, seriously idc if you feel unsafe coming out but I'm about to come over there to check on you

I made up the typical excuses. In another life I would have gladly gone out to these parties. I loved to socialize and flirt and see my girl friends. But, on top of trying my best to be responsible in these topsy turvy times, I also realized just how much world was out there to explore online.

Sure - texting can be done at anytime. Dating apps make everything easier, but it's all so simplified. It's easy to set up a dinner date. What happens when everything gets thrown on it's head and you can't go to dinner and instead of spending ten minutes texting a guy and determining if it's even worth meeting for a drink, you spend hours (because there's not much else to do) talking about a range of topics: up to and including both of your penchants for heavy, inescapable, overdone and totally fucking kinky bondage?

Boys I meet out and about aren't going to just come home with me after I tell them about sleepsacks and cock cages. And boys I meet online aren't going to get in writing exactly how much of this fetish I fawn over.

But, when you spend a lot of time talking and getting to know one another (a novel concept in the year 2020 apparently!) these things tend to...come up.

And so, yeah I was practicing social distancing, and I was a little uneasy about going to a party for drinks, but the main reason why I wasn't leaving my little humble apartment? I had to keep an eye on my rubber gimp I was looking after. I can't just leave while my boy was over for the weekend. And now that I had two down there? I was okay if I never went back to work. Six hundred dollars a week buys a lot of bondage gear. My favorite little tidbit was that I hadn't seen the face of either one for thirty six hours.

So, when I was facetimed from my driveway, and she all but demanded we at least sit on my back porch with some hard seltzers, I had to come clean. Not because I was ashamed and couldn't keep the secret anymore. Not because I wanted to share the juicy details of my summer foray. Not because I was bragging and my accomplishments. But because the baby monitor I carried around couldn't be ignored.

"What is going on with this thing?" The question lingered in the air as my eyes went from my best friends curious gaze to the monitor in my left hand. It showed the time, the temperature of the otherwise cool cellar, and both body temperatures of the two figures on the screen. Properly cocooned in a mix of leather and locks, straps secured tight to tie down points. The only hint they were humans and not deranged mannequins was the matching clear chastity cages locked on to their once proud members. Always idle and ready to report for duty when Sergeant Olivia Prescott sounds the alarm. A fan rotated on both my boys, each a foot apart on the oversized metal cot, but with the bondage they were in they might as well been in two different houses. The black floor fan added white noise to their plugged and hooded heads, and kept them from overheating in the leather that hugged their body.

I could hear their muffled groans the same way the monitor would alert a mother of their waking infant. I could speak back. Usually it was to shush them, but once an hour I would ask if they wanted out. A wiggle of their feet and toes up and down was the proper sign that they needed a check-in. Otherwise, even though they were always gagged in some fashion and not always in their sacks, a safeword could always be understood.

"Why don't we just head to the basement, I feel like you're going to need to see this for yourself..."

(Hey DPP. Looking for anyone interested in this. I can play both girls, I can play both boys, I can play myself if you want to Top with me. Open to all ideas!)