The Whipped Conservative : 01 - Politics and Handcuffs (F/M)

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By The Whipped Conservative

Saturday, August 26th 2006 - 07:10:46 PM

Politics and Handcuffs.

This past school year I had a girlfriend who was into bondage games. We had a pair of handcuffs and each of us had a key; I had a second one hidden in my desk drawer in case of emergency. We took turns capturing each other, and loved it.

The only trouble was, we had political differences. She belonged to the university chapter of the NDP, which is the Socialist Party here in Canada. I've always been a Conservative, which meant we had our share of arguments.

Last January we had a federal election here, and Lois spent a lot of time helping her party. The Saturday before Election Day she teasingly said I should come with her and help out at the party rally. When I scoffed at this she said, "You forget, it's my turn with the cuffs." She snapped them on my wrists, took my key off my key-chain, and said as she was leaving, "Call me on my cell if you change your mind."

I burst out laughing. The joke was on her because she didn't know about the second key. I'd never been left alone in cuffs before, so to see what it was like, I didn't free myself right away. At first it felt cool to be shackled and alone but then it got frustrating, so I went to my desk drawer.

The key wasn't there. Had I forgotten where I'd put it? Had Lois discovered it? Either way I was stuck. Maybe the superintendent could get me out, but we'd had some arguments over the apartment so he probably wouldn't help me. Getting tenants out of handcuffs wasn't part of his job description.

I felt a wave of panic and knew I absolutely had to get free. I called her.
"Lois...I have a confession...I thought I had a second key..." It was her turn to burst out laughing.
"Yeah, I found it in your desk last week. Don't worry; it's safely hidden somewhere else in your apartment."
"Lois, please tell me where it is. This isn't fun anymore."
"Sure. I'll just need your promise to come down and help us out for the rest of the day!"

I slammed the phone down in anger. This was the first time our politics had intruded into our games. I started searching for the key but quickly realized there were too many places she could have hidden it. The anxiety just kept getting stronger; I was learning how it felt to be a real prisoner, not just a playtime one.

I capitulated and called her back. I promised to come to the rally and she revealed where she'd stashed the key. I spent the whole day making calls for them, helping with Election Day plans, and listening to speeches about Workers' Rights and Socialized Medicine. From time to time Lois caught my eye and gave me what I can only describe as a Mona Lisa Smirk.

When it was finally over we walked home in silence. Once inside she darted behind me, then whispered softly in my ear, "I so totally whipped your Conservative ass!" This got me wild with excitement and we passed a night of intense "romance".

On election night the Conservatives won a modest victory. I taunted her mercilessly, saying Canadians weren't going to fall for Socialism anymore. I got way too carried away, and after a week she broke up with me. Looking back, I realize what she she did to me made me aroused and humiliated in equal measure. I simply couldn't handle the humiliation part.

It's now been seven months and I still miss her. I haven't been able to find any girl who's interested in bondage games. I hate to admit it but if I could find another handcuff-girl like Lois, I'd join the NDP tomorrow!

The Whipped Conservative
Canada

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