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Prisoner Costume
by Spanked and Gagged Wonder (address withheld)

***

A young teen dresses as a sexy prisoner for Halloween 
and becomes a real prisoner. (couples, teens, reluc, bd, 
1st)

***

I like being locked up. Face it - we all do. Halloween 
just happens to be the best time to show it. Most of my 
friends don't know about my secret BDSM obsessions. Or 
the fact that I have a nice cache of material, 
including ropes, handcuffs, collars, blindfolds and 
chains stashed under my bed. No, nobody does.

I was a 19 girl with dark brown hair, green eyes and a 
pretty nice body. I'd been trying to tie myself up 
properly for years. When I lived with my parents, they 
never had any 'goods'. They were very, very strict on 
regulations, always wanting to know where I was going, 
who I was with, what I was doing. My Mom worked at 
home, and she frequently checked my mail. I could never 
really purchase BDSM crap for years. Halloween changed 
all that.

My friend was having a Halloween party and everybody 
was dressing up. I thought this would be a perfect 
opportunity to try out a new idea. I'd just broken up 
with my boyfriend, so I'd be going alone. I decided not 
to tell my parents unless absolutely necessary.

My costume was that of a sexy inmate. I'd got the 
courage and money to go into one of the stores and get 
what I wanted. It was pretty good. The costume itself 
had a black-and-white striped skirt and matching tight 
shirt. On the back was written PROPERTY OF STATE 
PRISON. 

The idea of being owned turned me on. It also had one 
of those cute little hats. Of course, I needed 
accessories. I bought a pair of tight, double-locking 
classic steel handcuffs for twenty dollars. A complete 
rip-off, but the owner promised that I couldn't get out 
of them. Finally, I bought one of those heavy balls 
that lock to your leg. It was a solid, forty-pound 
piece of raw metal, so I had trouble carrying it home.

Fortunately, my house was empty when I arrived home, so 
I didn't have to explain the deadweight in my backpack. 
I took out my costume and stuffed the clothes and cuffs 
under my mattress. I took the ball and hid it in an old 
plastic box in the back of my closet. Nobody goes in 
there.

A few days later was the night of the party. Since I 
had to take the subway there, I couldn't put my costume 
on. I actually had not put everything on all together, 
so I was about to explode. I had told my parents where 
I was going. When asked what my costume was I told them 
I was going as a cowgirl. No other questions.

I arrived at my friend Jen's house, and Jen greeted me. 
She was wearing one of those sexy French Maid costumes 
with lingerie stockings, tight skirt and locking 
collar. She smiled, but gave me an odd look.

"Where's your costume?" she asked. I shrugged my 
backpack off my shoulder.

"In here," I replied. "I just have to get changed." I 
walked through the living room, staring at the 
costumes. There was a cheerleader, a gladiator, a Jedi 
and a mummy. There were a bunch of guys dressed as 
football jocks, and bunch more people in just plain 
costumes. I figured mine would be the best.

I ducked into the bathroom and stripped down to my 
skin. I reached into my backpack and began what I'd 
been fantasizing for years. I pulled out a black bra 
and put it around my back, making it nice and tight. I 
then took out my g-string thong, which left little to 
the imagination. Both were black and tight.

I pulled out my black tights next. They were indeed 
made of lingerie, one of the few things I'd managed to 
get through my parents. They felt amazing on my skin, 
and in my mind I was going crazy.

Next was the top. That was no fun, as I just slid it 
over my head. Then the skirt. I tucked my top into the 
skirt. I was amazed that the skirt was way shorter than 
I had expected, though that wasn't a bad thing. I 
finally pulled out a pair of black stiletto heels and 
strapped myself in. 

Now for the fun part. I pulled out a black collar that 
my older sister, who my parents didn't bother, had used 
for a French Maid costume a few years back. I slid it 
across and around my neck. I took out the small key 
that went with the collar and locked it. The keyhole 
was right in front of my face.

Next was the deadweight. I'm sure there is a better 
word for it, but I didn't know it. There were three 
chains and two shackles. I locked my feet in nice and 
tight. I ended up making a nice triangle with the 
chain. I tried a quick walk and almost fell over. The 
heels and shackles were almost too much. 

I'd have to walk very slowly. Finally were the 
handcuffs. Classic, double-locking steel. I put the 
cuffs behind my back and tightened them. I didn't have 
anybody to put my palms together, but they were so 
tight it didn't matter. I could barely slide the key in 
to remove the safety feature.

I walked outside, and was 'bumped' into by one of the 
football players. 

"Well, well, a sexy convict you are," he said. 

"Thanks," I said. I tried to turn away, realizing that 
he's the kind of moron I didn't want to hang out with. 
I realized a flaw in my plan - I couldn't get away from 
people I didn't like.

"You look like the kind of girl who likes to be tied 
up," he said. I noticed he was holding a beer in one 
hand. "Let me take you to one of my friends." He put 
his beer down, and swept me off my feet. I was too 
shocked and bound to do anything.

He dragged me into the living room, where people were 
staring at me in a sexy fashion. The deadweight was 
pulling my feet down and it hurt a bit. The jock 
dropped me off in front of a guy dressed up in a 
smashingly detailed police outfit - complete with 
sunglasses and a pair of handcuffs.

"I brought you an escort," said the football player. I 
blushed, and turned away, revealing my locking black 
collar.

"Well, well, well, look who I have here. Looks like you 
need to be restrained for attempted escape." This guy 
was a jerk. Then again, I did ask for it. Dressing up 
in a sexy costume is just asking for a BDSM session. Of 
course, I always wanted one.

I blushed again. He grabbed me by my cuffs and led me 
to the ground. He took out his own pair of handcuffs 
and locked the chain between my handcuffs to my 
shackles. It was a tight hogtie - very restrictive.

By now, most people were watching.

"Where's all your keys?" he asked. 

"In my bag in the bathroom," I replied.

He went to get them, and returned a few seconds later. 
He undid my deadweight and handcuffs.

"That ball is too restrictive. You need to be useable 
for proper transportation."

After re-cuffing my legs, he stood me up and locked the 
ball around my neck. I had three locks around my neck, 
and it forced me to bow my head. I realized that I was 
in a very seductive position. My head was down but my 
hands were in the air, handcuffed. My skirt was short 
enough so everybody could see my butt.

Someone came with a rope and looped the rope through 
the cuffs to a small hole in the ceiling. Strappado 
style. I couldn't move down or up. Somebody else pulled 
a dark cloth over my eyes.

I felt my skirt being pulled down, gently. Then, 
without warning, there was the harsh SMACK of someone 
spanking me. I had no idea what hit me. I let out a 
short scream of pain.

"Somebody gag her," the cop yelled, I identified him by 
his voice. Sure enough, somebody stuffed a wet cloth on 
my mouth and then cleave-gagged me so I couldn't spit 
it out. The rag tasted like alcohol.

The spanking went on for quite awhile, or at least it 
felt like that. Some people hit harder than others, 
that's for sure. Some people played with my butt, while 
another pulled my g-string off. 

After about one hundred spanks (I counted), the mob got 
tired. People stopped hitting me, and I could hear 
conversations starting up again, lots of laughing.

"Back to your cell," says the cop. The rope was cut 
free, and I nearly died from relief. Then I nearly fell 
over from my ball. He unlocked by neck chain, and 
slowly led me into a closet. He attached my neck chain 
to a bar overhead, and my ball to the manacles which 
were in turned cuffed to some hook.

He closed the door, leaving me there for hours. The 
pain in my arms was amazing, but the orgasms were 
better. That had been the greatest sexual experience of 
my life. Amazingly, I fell asleep.

I was awaken by my friend Jen. Her costume had been 
reduced to nothing more than a black bra and thong. She 
undid my restraints with my keys, and helped me get my 
groove back. I'd been locked up for over eight hours!

"Sorry about the guys. I couldn't risk letting you out 
while they were still here." We made some small talk, 
and I said I didn't care too much. 

This is how Jen found out about my BDSM obsession. 
Later, she became my Mistress for a few months, and has 
helped me in bondage scenarios since. I, in turn, found 
out she liked being tied up so tightly she could barely 
breathe. Goes to show how some sexual passion goes a 
long way.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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