Awakened at 5.30 this morning to the sound of our hotel balcony railing being blown off its moorings. Our room overlooks the beach and the ocean and the wind had come up so strongly that the railing had given way. Fortunately, it did not completely fall away...just bangfed against the balcony a bit making a hellacious racket.
Sir released me from the bondage i was sleeping in and got me up. He and I went out to stand on the balcony a while in the wind. It was a glorious night...still quite dark. He was in his catsuit, sleeping hood, and gloves, and I was in my clear enclosure suit, two dildos, a rubber nightgown, 5 inch knee high boots, and my sleeping hood with my arms in an armbinder behind me.
It was scary as I was none too steady, but Sir was holding me and didn't make us get too close to the edge. Then he looked at me and said, "let's go for a walk."
I moaned at him a bit, but he was adamant, so we went back inside, changed my hood for a moouthless gag hood and put my burqa on. He took his hood off and put on a heavy rubber macintosh he brought for the weather and a pair of boots. Then we went out through the lobby of the hotel and around to the the beach entrance.
The beach was closed for the night, but there is a sidewalk you can follow that is between the beach and the street. So we walke dalong that as the sun slowly came up. It was cold and wet and windy..>Sir said, "I was hoping for some good weather! This is great!" I mrpphhd a reply through my gag!
I did not think we would see anyone. It was not a fit night out for man nor beast as Sir's mother used to say. But sure enoough, ahead of us in the lessening gloom at 6.30 in the morning, a bike rider was cycling her way down the sidewalk. She was nearly blown off course a couple of times by the wind, but steadily made her way toward us.
Sir and I stepped to the side as she passed. She said thank you and gave me a long stare as she took in the burqa...but didn't lose her balance. My burqa was flying behind me like a huge rubber sail and even dragging me backward a bit. Sir said it was wonderful to see.
In a moment she was gone in the mist and rain and we continued our walk...the macintoshed man and his bowing ghost of a companion.
We walked on for a while, but I started to shiver in the tight rubber and the burqa was not enough to keep me warm, so he turned us back and we may our way to the hotel. The doorman had come back on duty during our absence and he greeted us cordialy and held the door while we went in and walked over to the elevators. The desk staff looked at us a bit, but of course said nothing and within two minutes we were back in our room.
Sir took the burqa off me and told me to go back to bed. I was still bound in the armbinder but I tried to point out that I had a gag hood on, not a sleeping hood. He got it, but told me to lay down and try to go back to sleep. I did, but I didn't sleep. I will not go into personal details, but suffice it to say that a gag was a good idea for the next couple hours. :)