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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)
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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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