Lorelei's Diary

On Wednesday, July 27, Chaz drove me to the Detroit airport and dropped me off. I boarded the plane for Texas. I was wearing my favorite white-on-white floral dress, my white lace-middle bra, white lace thong, white satin garter belt, one white garter, stretch nylons, and white shoes. I'd dressed up because Lee had said we'd be going out to dinner when I got there. I didn't bring a single pair of pantyhose; I was reveling in the idea that I'd only have to wear what I liked on this trip.

On the way down the woman next to me talked with me (though I generally don't like to toodle with strangers, they do tend to talk in these settings). She was surprised that I was flying to meet a pen pal I'd never seen, but I didn't go into the details.

When I got off the plane I waited in the meeting area. I looked about but didn't see anyone I equated as Lee. I stood by the door for a while. Eventually there were two men left. They asked each other if they were waiting for someone. I recognized his voice as he spoke to the other man and I approached him. He was about 6 feet, wearing a suit and tie, and looked younger than I'd thought. I guess I wasn't dressed the way he'd figured I would or something. We picked up my luggage and went outside.

It was too bizarre when a white limousine pulled up. A chauffeur hopped out and opened the back door. I stood there uncertainly and realized as a woman I was supposed to get in first. I climbed in.

Everything was soft. I sat at the far side. In front of me there was a seat which faced backwards, so six people could ride in here all facing each other. In the left far corner was a television set. In the right side wall was an ice bin and a bottle of champagne. I gaped as Lee got in. I felt completely out of place and very uncomfortable.

As we rode along Lee tried to talk with me. I let him know that I felt strange in this plush environment. Presently he got the idea that it was really inhibiting me. "Listen, when Judith comes to visit I pick her up like this. It's not a show; it's a matter of treating her with respect. Please don't let it bother you," he explained. I tried to relax.

We arrived at the restaurant, which was a huge fancy building. I was constantly being weirded out because Lee was opening the doors for me. Even though Jace and I are always going through this, I still couldn't adjust to Lee opening the doors. It was hard to anticipate and hard to remember -- I had to concentrate just on moving through the building.

We took a glass elevator up to the top and were seated at a table on the window. It was a revolving restaurant and I could look at the skyline as it moved slowly by. Lee ordered a drink but I figured I wouldn't. (I always feel funny about that since I know drinking is considered a social thing, and if you don't drīnk with someone you're being unfriendly. But I can't get myself to drink just to be polite.) While we ate we talked about this and that. I felt a little more comfortable and enjoyed talking with him. He had many funny verbal expressions which I imagine were Texan; it kept me amused. I ate a salad and he put away some meat.

When we were done he got out a cigarette and was fixing to light it when I noticed his left hand. It was abbreviated -- it stopped at the palm, no fingers, and the thumb was small. I gaped and tried not to. I thought I was fantasizing or dreaming or something (I have such a fetish for unique physical attributes that I thought maybe I was just projecting a wish onto him). But it was real.

He smoked the cigarette and I worked at not looking, but it was difficult. My main desire was to grab his hand so I could touch it and look at it closely. I also felt that I'd be afraid until I could look at all the details of his hand. But I felt that I couldn't ask. I wondered why I'd never noticed his hand in the video stuff he mailed me. Later it dawned on me that I had noticed, back when I first got that video in the mail. At one point he's tying Judith and it's close up -- his hand passes by her leg and it looks foreshortened. I remember watching it and re-playing that segment, trying to figure out if it was an optical illusion. I couldn't decide if it was so I just kept on with the film. After all, it didn't particularly seem relevant to me whether his hand was different or not. At that time I didn't know I would ever meet him. I guess if that video had been a little clearer and I'd been sure, it might've started up a few fantasies, but as it went, I just dismėssed the whole thing from my mind and never thought of it again.

We went downstairs and back out to the limousine. The chauffeur opened the door and I remembered to hop in first. Lee got in and we rode along. The black panel was up so the chauffeur couldn't see us or hear us. I wanted to ask Lee if I could play with his hand but I was inhibited, so he just led the conversation along.

There was a briefcase lying on the seat opposite him which I glanced at a few times. Finally he said, "Well! -- I wonder what's in that briefcase there." Of course that was what I'd been thinking but immediately I realized there would be something special in it. Normally my instinct is to go right ahead on such a leader, and I would've picked it up and opened it, but I was feeling very nervous and I just sat there.

Lee took it and put it on his knees and opened it up. It contained a bunch of bondage items. I felt more at ease suddenly because of our common interest, but I also got a bit frightened because I knew he was planning to use it.

I leaned forward to look at everything and he said, "pick anything." I took out the black steel handcuffs. I'd never seen this type before. They were hinged in the middle so you couldn't turn your hands different which-ways.

Lee began putting them on me and I said "could I just see the keys first? It's a little safety rule of mine."

He picked out the key ring from the case and sifted through the keys. "Oh, hey, the key isn't here," he said in surprise, and we both laughed when we realized how fortunate it was that I'd asked. I put away the black cuffs and took out the regular silver ones which were like my own. He cuffed my hands behind my back.

I was actually very scared but I felt compelled by my own curiosity and I really wanted to be bondaged in this marvelous limousine with this neat equipment. Lee took out a leather strap and strapped my arms to my back. The strap was just below my breasts and it contrasted my white dress in the dark car. It looked so nice. Lee said "that looks great" appreciatively and strapped my ankles together.

"Is this okay?" he asked me, making sure that I didn't want him to stop. Part of me wanted to stop because I was scared but I also wanted still to do this. I said I was okay.

Lee pulled me close to him and then I was especially nervous. He looked at the straps and told me again that I looked great. I felt like I really did look great. I felt very sexy. I also was thinking to myself that I was a silly goof taking this risk with a man I didn't even know. At the same time I felt like I really did know him and I knew what he wanted, that he was a Love Bondager, like me, and of course would not want to harm me.

He brought out a black leather gag. It had a face panel and a plug for the mouth. I was intrigued because I'd always wanted to order one from Centurians but I'd never felt free to spend the money. He asked if he could gag me.

Right away I felt the sexual tension always associated with gags for me and I felt panicky. I struggled mentally and finally I said no. He put it away and gently put me on his lap. I kept looking down and seeing my white-clothed breasts, which looked so shapely over the tight black leather strap. "Is this okay" Lee asked and he held me gently.

I said "yes" very quietly and he asked me again. He outlined my body with his hand and looked at me. I was looking at myself too. I kept having this feeling like I was witnessing a fantasy in a movie or something, I felt kind of removed because I was dressed so beautifully and I felt pretty; and the car was pretty and entirely I felt like it wasn't even me, it was someone else. A Bondage Princess. I was a Bondage Queen and he a Bondage King. Anyway all these strange emotions were stirring in my mind.

Lee touched me up and down and I continued to be scared but now I was even enjoying being scared; it was all in this fantasy and a stranger had me and was taking me away. I started my little whimpers that I can't stop when I'm excited but trying not express it.

After a while he asked if he could gag me. I was dying to see what that new gag would feel like, and I didn't feel completely in bondage without a gag. I said yes, but added "don't touch me under my underwear at any time."

He said "Don't worry. I won't do anything you don't want."

He held the plug up to my mouth and I didn't open my mouth. I looked at it and focused on the image that I was allowing Lee to penetrate my body. I opened my mouth a little bit but he just waited.

I was very nervous but I didn't react with nervous laughter the way I have in past situations; I finally submitted and opened up and he fit it in and strapped it.

Now I felt completely helpless and I relaxed against it, since I'd made a total decision and whatever would now happen would happen regardless. Of course I was still frightened but I didn't care. Lee began touching me and clutching me and I melted into physical sensation and just kept looking down at myself as though I were looking at some other woman. Lee lay me down on the seat and bent over me. "You look great, you're just made for bondage" he said warmly, and I felt like he really meant it, and I felt very sexy and pretty. The gag was comfortable and I felt physically comfortable and I felt as though the bondage was a natural part of me. Lee kissed me on the gag. Then he kissed the gag open-mouthed. This was very strange to me but pleasing.

My dress was up to my waist (he was surprised by my garter belt!). I worried that Lee would try to touch me intimately but he didn't. He traced gently around my pubic area and touched my breasts. I moaned a bit in my quiet trying-not-to way. Lee leaned over to the briefcase and took out a vibrator, which I hadn't seen before. It was a full-metal-look vibrator just like my old Goldie. Then I was very nervous. Not of fear but knowing that he would see me very aroused, and I was embarrassed just thinking about it. He said "is this okay?"

I didn't want to become that excited, but I wanted to feel it and wanted him to play with me. I mumbled assent very quietly so he had to ask me again.

He turned it on and ran it along my body. Every part of me it touched felt sexual, my whole body was made up of sexual nerves. He touched it to my crotch and I tightened up. I was adoring it but I was worried he would penetrate me with it. He didn't, he just kept holding it to my clitoris. I was dying wondering if I might come. I couldn't imagine coming in front of this man I hardly knew and much of me didn't want to even care, I just wanted to experience pleasure.

He continued to stimulate me with the vibrator and I got close but I couldn't quite maintain good pressure and thigh tension because my legs were strapped together. I could feel the sweat all over the surface of my body and I wondered if his body had sweat all over it. I envisioned myself as glowing in the dark or something with all this sexual energy and sweat at the surface of my skin. But I couldn't come. I think I whimpered.

Finally Lee stopped and put away the vibrator. He removed my straps and cuffs and gag and closed the briefcase. I buttoned up my skirt and the car pulled up to the house right about then. I stayed in the car whil Lee spoke to the chauffeur outside for a bit, then Lee got me out of the car and we went into the house.

...to be continued...

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