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Well first off, I want to apologize for this story coming after Halloween instead of
before but I’ve never been really any good at writing fiction, even in doing my own self
bondage and bondage fantasies. Thus, I usually have to actually perform what I write
about. Live it to write about it as it was. My name is Natalie, and I’m 27 Caucasian, with
long straight naturally strawberry red hair to the middle of my back. I’m 34B-26-34, five
foot – five inches tall and about 108 pounds; just like all of the girls you’ve ever
fantasized about in any of your best self bondage fantasies. Second, and I hate admitting
this, especially looking the way I do, but I’ve never liked the way I looked. Yeah, I hate
Paris Hilton too for her “its hard being this hot…” comment and I hate even more to
admit it, but she’s right. I always thought of myself as too “bimbo-ey” looking: big
boobs, long flowing hair, good skin, and five minutes while nude in direct sunlight with
my light complexion gives me a perfect all-over tan.
I guess, because looking so good came so easy to me I take it for granted. That’s
why I always loved Halloween, or should I say, would have always loved Halloween.
Long story --> short version: my parents, especially my mother, were extremely strict
when it came to Halloween. Basically, we just didn’t celebrate it; ever. The spookiest
thing I ever did when I was a kid for October 31st was watching “It’s the Great Pumpkin,
Charlie Brown.” How pathetic, yes, I know. Even through high school, when I got invited
out to parties, my parents would tell me that I could go out any day or night of the year
except one, guess which…
College allowed me to let my hair down a bit and I actually went to a few
costume parties. It was the first time I ever got to dress up and be someone else; someone
who didn’t look totally hot and as such, I usually dressed down for the occasion. One
year I was a cow, then a pirate wench, then Trinity from The Matrix… so on and so forth.
Halloween also opened up my sexuality since it was the one opportunity that everyone
informally agreed that: “what happens when you’re in costume doesn’t really happen to
you as the person wearing it, so its all good.” This premise let me experience some things
that every college girl fantasizes about and I’m sure most of the guys think about us girls
doing.
My first lesbian experience, my first threesome (me and two other girls), my first
foursome (me and three guys), and my first real Oh My GOD! moment in sex. It wasn’t
my first experience with bondage but it was, by far, the best. This isn’t the story about
that time, I’ll tell that one some other day. Tonight I’m writing the story about what
became of those nights, and that is my rather extensive play in self bondage. Ok, I’ll give
you a hint, girlfriend convinced me to go to a sorority party dressed as a latex-clad, super-
sexy maid; and I ended up being the bondage maid tied spread eagle and tongue lashed
by several of the pledges. Mmmmm, whooo, you know how you get that full body blush
when you think of something you did that was super naughty… LOL.
Anyway, that experience led me into bondage with my, then-current, girlfriend,
and future boyfriends. None of them, however, could or would ever tie me up the way I
really wanted to be. So I did it myself; researched into self bondage, found Gromet’s
wonderful site, (Love you baby!!), and tried most everything I could think of or read
about. I met a guy online, ‘Inspector A’, on Yahoo Chat, back when it was actually still
something that real people chatted on; and he was in engineering and kind of a redneck so
all of his ideas for self bondage were super cheap as he’d tell me how to build them out
of things I found around the house. I’ve told him about my Halloween experiences and
he’s asked me a lot of questions regarding what I’d like to be my ultimate Halloween Self
Bondage Fantasy.
Well, again trying to make a long story short, he came up with an intense self
bondage session for me, planned out in fine detail and he’d talk me through all the hard
parts. God bless all you kinky geeks out there. (**KISS**)
Unfortunately, the first thing I had to do was put in some electrical fixtures and
wire that into my house along with a new front porch light on the left side of my front
door. I’m a girl, so electricity scares me, especially when you can’t call for help and
explain that what you were trying to do was wire up a plug for your self bondage session.
Inspector A told me what to buy to replace my front porch light with a motion sensing
system so the light would come on when anyone walked onto my front porch. The other
porch lamp had a light sensing eye so it would come on at dark, but I has a much smaller
bulb. He also told me how to wire everything in; even checking my work on webcam.
There was a special addition that he had me rig up to the outdoor motion sensor /
light; it was two wall plugs, one inside the house right behind the front door and the other
outside in the same spot. When the porch light sensed someone walking up to the house
the outside light, and both plugs would come on. He also showed me how to rig in a
switch on the inside wall so that I could turn this feature off and use the indoor plug
normally. The neat part about this setup is, I usually have a lamp plugged into that outlet
and as I walk up to my front door when I get home from work, both the outdoor lights
and the lamp inside turned on at the same time. He asked if I wanted to be able to see
who would be coming to the front door and then walked me through the steps of putting
in a color security camera that I could plug into my DVR and TV. This way, on
Halloween night, I’d be able to see who was doing what in front of my house.
So, those home improvements done, I moved on to buying up the recommended
accoutrements that he suggested I employ for this session. Some I had and those I didn’t
were very expensive, but I make good money and my job isn’t subject to the economy as
much as others. Oh well, stimulating the economy by shopping for bondage gear. I
bought a “Big John Vibrating Dong,” Oh my God that sounds so silly; but its an 8.5”
long x 1.75” thick vibrating, black latex dildo with an external battery pack that has a
variable speed setting as well as two electrodes built into it. This was going to be my
main pleasure toy for the evening, in conjunction with the 1.5” x 5.5” vibrating eletrosex
stim butt plug.
Next I got a pair of suction nipple cups that had tiny battery powered vibrators
that juusssstt tickle the very tips of my nipples when they’re in place. At my friend’s
instruction I painted the inside of the nipple cups with aluminum paint, so that I could
hook two electrodes to them, one on each side of each nipple and zap them independently
or together. Of course if I’m buying toys with electrodes, I need a zapping system and he
showed me one on Amazon that was like 50% off but still a great buy. It’s a Mega 6 E-
stim unit and it has 6 channels and thus I can get zapped in 6 different places at once and
in varying sequences. So, one channel to each of my nipples, one to my pussy, one to my
ass, one dedicated to my clit and the final one to my pussy lips. In trying it out with the
SmartStim system online I came up with a sequence of signals that was mild at first, then
worked me up to near orgasm, then back to working me over slowly, then for several
minutes it was pure torture and then it went through the “rapid forced multiple orgasms”
phase.
I got a Deluxe Leather Women's Chastity Device that locks onto my thighs and
waist to keep everything in place. A lightweight leather lined slave collar, heavy duty
suspension straps for my wrists, a pair of thigh high, black latex stockings, a peek-a-boo
black leather bra completely without any cups so my tits just spout from them like pair of
volcanic islands out of the ocean. Now, when it comes to gags, I’m usually one who
favors a giant piece of rubber stuffed into my mouth with no possibility of it ever coming
out. That’s because when I cum I’m usually very, ahem, vocal.
Thus, I ordered a heavy duty 1.5” ball gag that came equipped with a padded,
black leather blindfold built into the head harness. Once that was on, all I’d be able to say
was MMMMMPFHHHHH! (those of you who’ve worn these know what I’m saying… :P
), plus I’ll be totally blind until I get the keys. It was already being shipped to me when I
was wandering around a Halloween novelty and costume shop when I found the most
gorgeous white and gold half face mask. This looked like something that you’d wear to a
Marie Antoinette invitation only masquerade ball. It was so gorgeous I just had to have it
but now I’m in a pickle (sorry, they had a giant pickle costume there too and the imagery
stuck).
Which mask do I wear? One has a gag but the other doesn’t. I decided not to
decide right then, I’d try them both on the night of Halloween and choose based on how I
felt. Uh, oh, That’s tonight… and its already 2 PM, OMG I have to hurry. Ok, so, I’ve set
everything for my bondage session out on the table by the front door, and then went
about setting all the candy in a dispenser that Inspector A built and sent for me to try out
as a prototype. It’s a push button dispenser for Halloween candy if you happen to be
away from home and don’t want one person stealing everything from your bowl and
leaving nothing for anyone else.
You just fill up the 4 compartments in the top with various candy treats and
secure it to the base which you can fill with water to keep all the little bastard children
whom run around on Halloween from messing with it. I plugged it into the outside outlet
hooked to the motion sensor. Filled the hoppers with candy, secured the top and turned
on the switch to try it out. Nothing… oops, not dark yet, motion sensor has a daylight
sensor too, BIMBO MOMENT! I hooked it to an extension cord and when I pushed the
button on the side, 4 pieces of candy dropped out. The counter on the front took 10
seconds to reset and the light turned green, I pressed again and 4 more pieces of candy. I
couldn’t help but marvel at how brilliant and simple it was and then quickly realized that
the silk robe I was wearing on an unusually sunny late October afternoon, didn’t really
cover all that much when you’re standing on your front porch.
Ok, plugged it back into the outlet on the motion sensor and all my “normal”
Halloween things were now set. I stepped back in and locked the front door with the dead
bolt and the chain. Turned on the TV, faced it towards my recliner, and tuned it to the
security feed coming from the front porch camera. I then ran around the house pulling
curtains and shades and when I was dead certain they were all closed, I pulled off my
robe and walked it upstairs to my bedroom closet. I put it on the hanger, closed the door,
locked the deadbolt that I had installed in it and pulled out the key. Every single piece of
“normal” clothing I own … is inside of this closet… out of my reach … unless I have this
key. Additionally, the keys to all of the locks I’m going to use in my self bondage scene
to come are in the pocket of my robe, which means this one key, is the key to them all.
I held that sucker with a death grip and flew down the stairs, out to the garage and
tied it to the string I had prepare to keep it afloat in the middle of a 2 gallon bucket of ice
water. Every ice tray I had was floating in that bucket to help it freeze solid faster. I
popped it into my large chest freezer and locked it with the giant padlock that I had
setting aside it. OMG it splashed my chest; oh GOD that’s so cold!!!! My nipples turned
hard and I screamed again as I stepped back into the puddle on the floor.
Ok, to review this, if and when I get free of my bondage, before I can get to any
of my clothes I have to get into the freezer and let the bucket thaw out so I can get the
key to my closet; but one of the two keys to the padlock on the freezer is inside the
wrapper of a mini candy bar which itself is at the top of the candy dispenser on my front
porch; ready to be taken by a happy child or mischievous teenager without thinking what
it is until they’ve already left. The second key is in the mail and won’t come until at least
Monday. If I’m too late in getting free, or if there are too many customers to my porch,
then the key to my freedom, the end to my nudity and preservation of my sanity will walk
away along with the last of my candy.
I close the lid to the freezer, put the latch over it and insert the lock but I don’t
close it, not just yet. I left the padlock open and went back to my bathroom, stepping in
that freezing puddle of water on the floor as I went, shrieking because it was so cold on
my bare little toesies. Upstairs I looked at the clock on the wall for the last time, it was
after 5 PM and the light outside was starting to get dim. I unplugged the clock, like every
other one in the house as well as my TV, radios, CD, DVD, and all other electronic
things. That was to guarantee that I couldn’t find a clock anywhere in the house so I’d
have no idea what time it was.
I “cleaned myself out” for the butt plug; the whole process of which is still kinda
grosses to me so no details forthcoming in THAT; and then I returned to my kitchen. I
stepped onto the warm tiles, looking across my kitchen counter which was covered with
black leather, chromed steel, various electrical and rubber things which I was about to
force myself to endure for however long it takes. That moment always makes me really
nervous as every possible crazy “what-if” scenario goes through my head again and
again. Fire, burglar, can’t get free…surprise visit by mom & dad, cops break down my
front door with a camera crew in tow. Hmm, that last one always makes me giggle a little
because my dad and brother both love to watch COPS. I picture them sitting on the couch
watching and my dad says: “Hey, isn’t that your sister’s house?” “… can’t be, there’s a
pervert living there…”
Oh my God that always settles me enough to actually go through with my plans.
With that, I looked to see what should come first. The latex stockings kinda beckoned out
to me and so I sat down on my barstool and pulled the first one on; or should I say, tried
to pull the first one on. I don’t know if its because my skin was still cold from stepping in
the puddle or what but it was really rough going just getting my right foot into the little
latex booty at the base of the stocking. I knew that you could use baby oil to lube up latex
clothing to help put it on but I didn’t want to feel quite so greasy and slippery the whole
time I was in bondage. Looking around my cupboard, I found a liter bottle of grape seed
oil. My mother got this for me last Christmas because it was supposed to be good for
your skin, but I didn’t know if you were supposed to eat it or wear it and I didn’t dare
ask.
I poured a little on my hands and started rubbing it down my thigh, then my calf,
all the way to my toes. Up the back of my leg, to my ass, to my pussy, through my pussy;
mmm feels nice. So I try to pull the stocking on again but my hands are too slippery from
the oil, so I have to dry them off and try again. This time it slips on so easily that I think
about finally thanking my mother for this oil. I just hope I haven’t gotten too much of it
on the outside of the stocking or else I’ll be ice skating across my kitchen before I ever
get to play. I thought that the oil felt so good on my skin that I’d might as well lube my
entire body with it. So I poured a little more in my hands and rubbed it into my tits and
then down my abs, cupped my ass with a big wet handful, massaged my neck and did my
best to cover my back with it as well. I tasted it and ran my hands through my hair when I
realized that “ohh, stupid, I shouldn’t have done that…” Now my hair was half oily.
*sigh*… “Oh well, in for a penny, in for a pound…”
I picked up the bottle and held it over my head and gave a gentle squeeze; I felt
the first drops hit the top of my head but I couldn’t see how much I was putting so I tried
to be a little conservative. Setting the bottle back down I gently pulled my hands through
my hair and flopped it forward with my head facing down. I could feel the excess oil
dripping onto my chest and running down my back and I could also see these little drops
landing on my stone floor. “A little overboard with that Nat” I thought to myself. Oh
well, it was done, and it didn’t really bother me that much. I picked up my wide leather
slave collar and strapped it around my neck, slipped into the peek-a-boo bra, then picked
up the vibrating vacuum nipple cups. The suction cups just kissed onto my very hard
nipples. Of course they were hard because I was aroused, at this point aren’t you? I gave
it one little pump and it sucked my nipple inside, just to where it was kissing the vibrating
head inside the cup.
Once the nipples were done, I used a little more oil to lube up my ass and really
wet down my pussy for their respective intruders. Unfortunately I had to take a paper
towel to dry off my pussy lips for their pads and the space over my pubic hair area; turns
out grape seed oil doesn’t help stim pad adhere to your skin, who knew? On the other
hand, when the chastity belt came on, the oil on my skin let it glide over my waist and
thighs like a tight pair of pantyhose. That was everything in the kitchen, which meant it
was time to go to the den and strap myself into my big black leather recliner. Holding the
wires for the E-Stim connections coming from my nipples as well as those to the dildo
and plug, I walked to the den where I turned up the thermostat to 83 and then turned off
all the lights except for the three lamps on timers placed around my chair. I plugged the
E-stim machine into one of the regular outlets and the extension cord that would go to the
power adapters to the vibrators in my dildo and anal plug into the outlet ruled by the
motion sensor on the front porch. Then I turned on my laptop, made sure the screen saver
and sleep functions were off and signed into my web chat.
My heart started beating out of my chest when I saw that Inspector A was already
online. I messaged him that I was almost ready except for a few details and choosing
which mask to wear. I had told him earlier about my choices and he said that it was my
decision but he liked the gold and white one over the blindfold; especially for what we
were planning. Sitting back in my recliner, slipping around in the warm leather now
wetted by the oil dripping from my hair, I agreed. Yes, when I was teased and especially
when I came, I was very vocal and loud. Anyone near my house would be able to hear me
as I moaned and eventually gave in to screaming when I orgasmed; but I was horny, and
we all know that thinking clearly is the first thing to go when you’re setting up for a hard
session.
I slipped on the Mardi Gras mask and turned on my web cam. “Well, here I am..”
He replied that I was gorgeous and that he wished he could be here to ravage me in my
vulnerable state. Taking the camera I showed him all the points of interest in my bondage
setup, both for his entertainment and as one last safety check in case I forgot anything.
The last part was to plug in and get tied down. After sitting down in my fluffy, black
leather bondage recliner, I plugged the wires from my nipple suckers into the # 5 and 6
channels on the Stim machine. The wires ran down underneath my tits and were held
against my body by the peek-a-boo bra. # 4 went to my clit ring and to the pad over my
pubic bone. # 3 went to the pads on my pussy lips, # 2 went into my ass (for obvious
reasons…), and # 1 went to the dildo filling my pussy. All 4 sets of these wires were held
in place by the chastity belt.
The stim program on my computer is set so that it will start out trying to build me
to and orgasm as quickly as possible then it goes through a random mode where I could
feel any of the dozen or so stim programs my friend and I had arranged and fed into the
schedule. After 20 minutes of trying to make me cum, the program could then make me
either feel the ‘torture’ program, the ‘slowly teasing your pussy lips, sucking on your clit
and flicking your nipples without ever allowing you to actually enjoy the full sensation of
it’ program (he’s a big goof as you can tell by the names of these programs), the ‘force
you to orgasm then force you to orgasm again and again and again, or the ‘sitting quietly
with barely any stimulation at all’ program. Or any of the others programs too since it
would be random selection for the following 3 hours! The continuous orgasm program
and the torture program both last about 20 minutes, was it too much to ask for the
randomizer just to flip flop back and forth between those two?
Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you how I was going to get free, at least from the chair
that is. The inspector showed me a website that had remote controlled padlocks. He
bought 4 and sent them to me but first he reset all of the remotes to the same frequency,
that way, one remote opened and closed all 4 locks. He sent me 2 remotes in their
original condition. Another one he rigged up to a plug-in power supply and a timer; when
the timer came on, the signal to open all locks was transmitted. That would be my
primary means of escape. For my safety, Inspector A really impressed me with a little
trick using my phone. My phone is set to go directly to the answering machine, he
showed me that he could call my house and press the button on the fourth remote that he
kept and it would actually open all of the locks all the way at my house. VERY COOL.
The only thing left to do was to slip on the suspension cuffs and shackles onto my
wrists and ankles, connect the power supply from my vibrating pussy and ass invaders
into the cord connected to the motion sensor, take one of the remotes to the locks and
position the restraints inside the open parts of the locks. Doing that, my arms and legs
wide open, oil glistening down my body, nipples… Oops, bimbo moment again, I didn’t
set the vibrators on my nipples. Mmm, there we go. “Ok, Inspector, do you see anything
else that I might have forgotten?” “Let’s run through your checklist: …
We ran through the checklist he had compiled of all my bondage / torture / and
stimulation effects, then all the safety and release methods, all the while the timer on the
stim program getting closer to zero. “Seems like you’re all set, the rest is up to you and
your nerves.”I set my feet and hands against the open locks, the shiny loops of chromed
steel begging to be locked away. My ankles were shaking so it took a while to get the
loop on my left ankle restraint in place in the lock. Finally I was there. I held a remote in
each hand. I was breathing heavily, the warmth of the room nearly making me sweat.
Slowly, I pressed on one of the buttons… pppppppPress… click-click-click-click.
“Oh my God! I did it!” I pressed the release button and all four locks clicked
again, this time renewing my freedom. It works, it all works, so I had to undo my hands
and write this part into my story, just in case something goes wrong, at least someone will
know how I got into this position in the first place. Inspector A wants me to send him a
copy of my story as written so far before I lock my hands and can’t move again. If I can
get free, wow, I’m actually just starting to think I may not be able to get free…. Ok,
WHEN I get free, I’ll try to hop onto my computer and write up everything that happens
as soon as possible so I won’t forget any of the details. Wish me luck, hope to finish
writing this soon. Well, not too soon.
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