Bondage Memories At Sci-Fi Cons

A few memories I’m surprised I’ve not written about before.

Story #1

At the very first sci-fi con I attended, way back in 1986, there was a guy leading his girlfriend/wife around by chained-at-the-front crossed wrists. She was dressed in some approximation of a Gorean camisk, barefoot with dual ankle bracelets. He had on some sort of medieval outfit to which I paid very little attention.

There were some oblique references and vaguely snarky comments made at their expense at Saturday’s costume contest, but I suspect most of the attendees (which back then were largely male) thought it was kinda hot.

It really made quite the impression on me.

Story #2

Some years later, 1994, I was attending the same con. There was a vendor who, amongst his other merch, had several bondage-related buttons, along with a logo which was a takeoff of the image of the Rocketeer with bound Bettie Page thrown over his shoulder. His assistant/girlfriend was a many-years-younger brunette who was cute as hell.

During Saturday evening’s costume contest he came on stage wearing a rather decent black medieval ensemble, while she wore a barbarian bikini with a long, hooded cloak, barefoot. They didn’t win, but she certainly looked super hot.

Sunday I hit the vendor’s room and she’s at the table by herself, wearing a t-shirt, jeans, barefoot, with her wrists roped very securely-and-professionally behind her back. She had a very sweet “oh no, what will I do, he left me here alone tied up like this?” thing going on. She was back-and-forthing with a few guys who were obviously jazzed by this real life helpless damsel in front of them.

At one point, one of them purchased something and handed her money. After a moment of “oh now what shall I do?” she turned around, took the money in her hand, then made a bit of a show of bending over backwards, opening the cash box, putting his money in and even, as she twisted around and looked precariously over her shoulder, getting his change and handing it to him, again, behind her back.

I stood there and bantered as long as I could without looking like a total perv before moving on. When I came back a little while later she was no longer tied up and was even wearing sneakers.

Still, that moment totally freaked me out. In retrospect it was a seminal moment, my first encounter with a real-life D/s couple, and a “good girl” submissive acting out for her Dom’s pleasure. I had difficulty processing it even as I knew I liked it, a lot.

Anyone else have any similar stories? Sci-fi cons seemed a bit more “sexy” back in the day. Maybe it was me, maybe it was the times. Somewhere I have photos. I’m afraid to look at them, lest I discover the true mundanity of it all.

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PirateStan has been involved in his local BDSM community for over 12 years, after having had a lifelong inclination towards it. He currently lives a contented life in Southeastern Virginia with his girl, zeirah, while working by day for a Major Metropolitan Publication.