There was another reason (besides wanting to regain my sanity) for taking a walk in Portland. I really wanted to get a Boobies & Bondage in Oregon. I mean, when the hell will I ever be back to that state?
Well, since I didn’t manage to get the snap, obviously I will have to go back sometime. All 50 states, right? I would have tried North Dakota, Montana & Idaho too, if they had allowed us away from the train platform. (Washington I am fairly sure I’ll get back to.) But the others? Doubtful. Oh, and Minnesota. I probably won’t have reason to go there either. Oh well. Gives me more excuse for travel. (As if I need it!)
Anyway, there I was in Portland, Oregon, for an hour or so, and guess what? I had a length of rope in my purse. The same rope that I am going to take with me when I head out for a day of exploring Sacramento on Saturday. Depositing my mother in the VIP room, I told her there was a picture I wanted to get (of the “Go By Train” tower, I said. I didn’t appraise her of my other plans.) And off I went.
First to the restroom to “suit up.”
First of all, I have never tied rope on any one before, so don’t laugh when you see my efforts. But I had no one whose assistance I could procure, so it was me or nobody.
This is what I came up with:
I felt kind of funny getting almost-naked in the bathroom at the train station. It was a private room, with a locked door, and yet it felt…a little bit naughty. I kind of liked the feeling, since I have felt few stirrings of a kinky/sexual nature at all while I’ve been on this trip. I counted their sudden reemergence as a good sign.
This was the black rope under my tank top:
This is how it looked under my scarf:
So, next it was out into the wide world to find a spot to reveal it…
I walked all over, as I mentioned in my previous post. I searched high and low for some hidden corner, a side alley, a wall to crouch beside – anything! – to no avail.
I was thwarted in my quest for a Boobies and Bondage in Oregon pic.
I had an awful lot of fun walking around looking for a spot though. It was almost as though I was poking around with Ad and W on some of our crazy Rope on the Run jaunts, and made me feel both a little closer to them and miss them at the same time.
Determined not to let the rope be a loss, however, I wore it all that day on the train, as though W had ordered me to do so (yeah, it’s pitiful domming myself, but what can a girl do?) And I took this shot on the train for W to show him what I’d been up to:
And then later, since I was still feeling a little naughty, I took a “status” pic of the fur-growing project:
And that was Naughty Portland!