Monday 2 February 2015

BDSMonday - We All Have Our (Literal) Cross to Bear

It's BDSMonday!

Today my wife came across this picture (kinda NSFW)

And it made me think of one of the whackiest BDSM adventures we've had so far.

Back when we were running our local kinky community, we had the opportunity to have a small dungeon at an event. Furniture had been built for the event--a St. Andrew's cross and spanking bench. After the event, a friend-of-a-friend who lived right across from the venue took the cross home, but they wanted us to pick it up the next day.

We didn't (and still don't) have a vehicle, and we couldn't find someone to give us a ride, but we only lived a few blocks away, so we walked to their house and called a taxi.

But the cross didn't fit in the cab, even though we'd ordered the largest one they had!

So we carried it home. Through our city's downtown. Luckily no one questioned us (probably because we looked completely insane *heh*) even though we did see a police car drive by. Our excuse, if we had been questioned, was "It's for a play."

That cross lived in our apartment's kitchen for months, and our landlady saw it when she came over unexpectedly. ...luckily, she didn't question us, either.

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