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.

000000000000000000----------------------CH 2----------------------000000000000000000

     

       The remote controlled locks worked, I had just emailed a copy of the first part of

my story to Inspector A, and then I was back with my wrist and ankle cuffs back in the

hasps for the locks. All I had to do was press this tiny little button on the remote again…

click-click-click-click. That remote works, the other, I haven’t tested at that point. Settling

my mind, I let go of the remote in my left hand.  It fell to the hardwood floors with a

plastic fwap, followed by it rattling on the floor and then slid off somewhere to hide and

watch me suffer. The other remote, I had not tried to use it to see if it works for a couple

of weeks. Do I try it right then? What would it matter? When I dropped it, it would be out

of my reach anyway…. I pinch it between my fingers and gave it a cigarette butt finger

toss. I heard it land almost to the kitchen.

      It hadn’t hit me yet, my situation. I was basically nude, self bound, my ONLY

means of self release just landed 25 feet away… I really, and truly was, stuck. My

breathing went into overdrive, I tried my hands and feet but they’re locked away tight.

Stuck to the steel frame of the chair. Every horrible thought passed through my mind,

being found, burglar, nasty teenagers taking pictures and posting me to their Facebook

accounts…

      BING! A text message popped up on my computer, but when that damned thing

pinged at me, I jerked my hands together (or tried to) in order to cover my nakedness at

the same time I gave a little scream. “Calm down Natalie, you look like you’re about to

pee yourself. :P” I giggled and started to breathe slower, BING “How long is left on the

timer?” I looked at the nearly black screen of my computer and read it aloud: “45

seconds… oh, how stupid of me, you can’t hear a word I’m saying.” BING “What makes

you think I can’t tell what you’re saying?” “W… what!?, I don’t have a microphone

plugged in, and there isn’t one in the camera. How could you possibly…”

      BING “Easy, relax, breathe… I’m just having a little fun with you in a vulnerable

situation. I taught myself sign language and how to read lips came naturally second.  Yet

another of my useless talents.” BING “It does serve one function, by now I’ve distracted

you for about 40 seconds and as you are reading this…” I was still reading when I felt the

first tingle of the E-Stim. It was actually enough to make me shout a little and at that

point I began regretting the decision to do without the gag.

      My eyes snapped shut as I concentrated on the sensations rippling through my

pussy, my ass and my nipples. I was surprised and concerned that the sensation coming

through my ass was so intense, and remember thinking that I hoped I wouldn’t come to

regret the decision to set the E-Stim at 100 % rather than just a tad lower. One of the

lamps on timers clicked off and I opened my eyes to look around. The other two were

still on but one would shut off in one minute, and the second a minute later. This would

leave me in virtual darkness in my living room, only the light from the street shining

through the window shades, the TV showing the front porch, and the black background of

my chat box on my laptop screen to stave off the monsters in the dark.

      BING “When the last light goes out, I’ll not be able to see you, nor read your lips.

You’ll be totally alone….” CLICK - the second lamp shut off. BING “If you set the

timers on the lamps as we had discussed, each will come on a few times during your

session, during those times, I’ll check in on you, but otherwise I’ll stay quiet so you can

enjoy yourself to the fullest. Have fun, but remember to keep quiet, Trick-or-Treaters will

be coming to your front door in just minutes. Then the fun… really starts.” CLICK.

Darkness, only the light flickering from my TV and the light yellow glow from the small

bulb in the porch light to the right of the front door.

      My pussy and ass were tingling, my nipples vibrating and the E-Stim made it feel

like they were being crawled on by fire ants. I closed my eyes and lay my head back, just

trying to concentrate on having an orgasm. I imagined that Inspector A could still see me,

and he was watching my breasts heave up and down, the sweat starting to glisten off of

my oil soaked skin. I wished he could see my face, without the mask. I wished I could see

his. I wanted him to step out of the screen or out of the darkness from behind me and play

with me, touch me, or even just sit on my couch and just watch me. Everything I had

done to get to this point was either directly or in part inspired by his ideas. That means it

was as if he had tied me up himself.

      The program switched, mmmmnnngooddddd, it must be the forced orgasm

program. I stared gasping for air, and with each time I exhaled I said “oh fuck”, “oh

fuck”; trying to do so as quietly as possible in case anyone was walking up to the house. I

closed my eyes again and bit down on my bottom lip when suddenly the front porch light

got really bright. At the same time, the 8 and a half inch vibrator locked inside of my

pussy shot to life. I gasped for air and jumped in the chair, trying desperately to bring my

hands to my mouth to try to keep anyone from hearing me.

      It really surprised me that if I sat up and leant forward in the chair, I could reach

my face with both hands. This was something I hadn’t planned on and yet I was grateful,

if only for the ability to put my fingers into my mouth and bite down trying not to

scream. The grape seed oil on my face was so hot. I touched my ears and they felt like

they were on fire. Thank God that the candy dispenser was pretty much self explanatory.

The mother and two children showing on my TV came and went before I started to cum

myself. The motion sensing light only stays on for one minute; but under the

circumstances, it felt like a month.

      I had just started to cum when the light and vibrator shut off, leaving me with a

whimpering little orgasm (I hate those); but a second later the light came back on and

WOWWWW. God, I wish I could have seen my face, even with the mask. My legs being

shackled to the outside edges of the foot of the chair kept my legs spread wide and I was

helpless but to just squirm while the vibrator had its way with me. I glanced at the TV

and saw what must have been about 10 little kids and 7 parents. They were just standing

there marveling at the candy dispenser, each taking a turn 10 seconds at a time to get their

candy. Some went more than once, in all it must have been about 3 or 4 minutes total; but

my sense of time was not the best at that particular moment.

      I had cum again during that period of time, and any woman who has ever had an

orgasm and then been continuously stimulated during and after it will tell you, it can

either be an amazing or excruciating sensation. Perfectly honest, I don’t remember how I

felt at the time, but thinking about it now… it was pretty amazing. But that was just the

start, it was happening over and over again. I had planned that someone would come up

to my porch, get their candy and leave. At most I’d be getting the vibrator for one minute

out of every 10. After all, there just aren’t that many kids on this block.

      Well, as I was to learn, apparently word spread of the “magic candy giving box”

and where it could be found. For what must have been the next hour or so, I was

stimulated by the vibrator almost continuously. I got very, VERY few breaks from it. It

wasn’t long before I began begging that the damned thing would run out of candy and I

could get a break; even if that meant that the key to the freezer went with the last of the

candy. The program kept switching, I was squirming with my stomach and pussy

changing places and getting completely tied up in knots. The experience felt endless.

       Mercifully, there finally came the point when it did run dry. I could see on the

TV that parents were tapping on the sides trying to get more candy to fall out.

‘Finally,…’ I thought ‘… its over.’ WRONG, just because the vending machine is empty,

doesn’t stop people from walking up to it. Every minute or so, another parent, kid, or

group would walk up and try the machine.

      Thankfully they gave up pretty quickly so instead of the vibe running for 5 or 7

minutes, it would only run one. I have no idea how many times I came during those hours

of squirming and biting my hands and lips trying to cum in silence. Nor do I know how

many times the lamps came on since I kept my eyes closed for the most part. I rolled my

head around when I felt the stim program change again. It had done this so many times

and in conjunction with the vibrator to such an effect that I couldn’t really tell when it

changed before. This was the first time in what must have been over an hour that I could

actually feel the ESTIM system at all. It was apparently trying to tickle my pussy lips, too

bad I could barely feel it as gentle as it was being. Opening my eyes I looked back to the

computer, Inspector A had apparently been watching and sending messages for quite a

while, though I was way too out of it to even hear the computer go BING, which it had

apparently done many, many times.

      One of the lamps came on as I was reading what little of his last message that I

could see through the sweat and loose hair in my eyes. BING “Hey, have you finally

calmed down?” I nodded my head to let him know I was finally able to respond.

BING “Based on how much I’ve been watching you squirm, I’m going to assume that

most if not all of the candy is gone, and therefore so is your primary key to your clothes

locker. Am I right?” I nodded again. BING “Looking at my clock, you only have a little

while longer until the remote releases you.”

      God, was that true? Had it been almost three full hours already? Truthfully, it

wasn’t soon enough. I wanted out now; my pussy was throbbing, my nipples had all but

gone numb not to mention the pain IN my butt. I was thirsty, covered in oil, my own

sweat and my wrists and ankles hurt from pulling at the cuffs. I could clearly note the

smell of my sex and sweat in the air; ooohhh Godddddd, forced orgasm program again.

Mmmmm, not now! I was so close to being free…. BING “If your lucid enough to think,

I have a proposal to make…”

      I squinted at the screen and bit down on my lip. He didn’t continue; must have

been waiting for me to say something, but my pussy was starting to throb and my nipples

were being slapped off of my tits. I just laid back and tried to concentrate on cumming

when my ass joined in just in time for the light on the porch to come on, along with my

vibrators.

      NnnnGOODDD go away, I don’t have any more candy. The light went off for a

split second but came back on just as fast. I looked at the TV and saw a guy standing on

my front porch. I didn’t see any kids around which didn’t register with me at the time, but

the costume he was wearing… a road vest, hard hat, safety goggles. Gaah, that’s a stupid

costume. At least, that’s what I was thinking as my orgasm was about to shoot my head

off of my shoulders; and at the same moment I thought it, he looked directly at the

camera on the porch. He pulled up his vest and showed a little white name tag, barely

legible on the small camera, but when I did see it…. My orgasm just melted away and

shriveled. “Hello, my name is INSPECTOR “A” “.

      My mind was racing, how did he find me? Was there a tracking system in the

candy box? Was he going to come in and rape me, make me his slave, take pictures and

blackmail me, ruin my life? What was he doing, why was he here? Oh GOD what am I

going to do? BING “If you don’t mind the lack of future attention, I’m going to unscrew

the bulbs on your front porch so no one else will walk up here.” With that I looked back

to the TV, saw him pull out a kerchief from his pocket and grasp the bulb on either side

of my door. First he unscrewed one, then the other. The vibrators were still teasing my

pussy and ass because they were still activated by the motion sensor; but apparently, he

tied his kerchief over it to blind it too. My pussy and ass were now going to be as quiet as

the ESTIM program would allow.

      I looked out the window, only backlit by the streetlight and saw his silhouette

walk over to my porch swing, and sit down. He took something from his pocket, looking

like a book or something. BING “There, now you should be able to relax a little until the

timer releases you.” Darkness was all around me, I had no idea how long it would be

until I was released from this bondage and could then run and hide from this monster at

my door. He planned all this, knew I’d be helpless and could come in and take advantage

of me, raping me and killing me. Oh God I have to call the police… but then, the

program for the ESTIM quit; down to just a low tingle now. I could think a little better. I

looked out at him, laying down on my porch swing; almost like he was taking a nap.

      What are you go… WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO TO ME?! I yelled at him.

“SHHHHH” The shadow on my front porch just shushed me. Can you believe that?

Rapist tells victim to shush, film at 11. He pulled out the pad again (guess you and I both

figured out by now it’s probably an iPad) and typed. BING “You don’t have to yell. I can

hear you just fine.” Yeah, how, did you break into my house and bug it? BING “Kinda,

your laptop apparently has a microphone built into the frame of it. I’ve been able to hear

your every sound since you started.” Oh… well, that’s… wait, why did you tell me you

could read my lips? BING “... because I can. Because they are such pretty lips; and

because you were acting so stressed out that, if I told you I could hear you, you might

have turned off your laptop and messed something up with your programs or setups and I

wouldn’t have been able to … to watch you.”

      Admittedly he was right, knowing that I can be seen is one thing, being seen and

heard… totally different. I felt really stupid at that point. Yet another bimbo moment for

me; but I had to pull it together and do something about him who’s still standing on my

porch. I mean, sitting… laying on the swing … on my… porch. Why was he still out

there? I’m still tied up, helpless. ‘Why are you here?’, I asked.

      BING “As I said, I have a proposition for you.”

      BING “I knew where you lived since I had to deliver the candy dispenser here a

few weeks ago” Ohh, bimbo-moment. That’s right, I did give him my address to bring

this thing, but I was at work when he dropped it off.

      BING “I was going to have to pick it up anyway at some point, and since it’s the

weekend, and I have to go to some training for work next week, I figured I stop by to

watch it in action.”

      BING “I saw you loading it up. Thought I was going to either have a heart attack

or cum in my pants.” 

       BING “Anyway, on my watch, it says you’ll be getting loose in about 4 minutes.

At that point you’re free to stay in and play with yourself as best you can with the

chastity belt on until the mail comes with the key to your closet. Or…

      He was typing, breathing hard and constantly looking towards the blinds and

curtains facing my front porch. ‘Or what?’ I thought. Come and be my sex slave, he

could lock me back into the chair and play with me all weekend with the ESTIM and

vibrators…. God, I was actually getting really excited by the possibilities when… click,

click, click, click. The locks opened, and apparently he didn’t notice; he was still typing.

      BING “There is a… local group called EROS around here. They’re having a

party. It’s a BDSM group. You have to attend a munch before you’re allowed to come to

a party and I took off this past couple of days just to work up the nerve to go to the

munch; just, so that I could even ask if you wanted to consider attending… with me.”

      BING “I’ve already emailed the party head and group members I met with to ask

if I could bring a date and about the specifics of the party. It’s a kinky costume party, but

you can basically come as anything you want. No restrictions on nudity, they won’t make

you participate in anything if you don’t want to and you can keep your mask on the

whole time if you want.” I slipped out of the locks and sit up in the chair with my feet on

the floor. My back stuck to the leather because of the sweat and oil.

      BING “I figured, since you went without the blindfold and gag, you could read

what I was writing, and since I was trying to work up the courage to go, I thought, why

not ask Natalie?” I removed the vibrating nipple clamps and all the electrodes I could

reach. Then pulled up my mask to wipe my face from the sweat. The heater came on

again and once free of the wires I stood up to set it to off. Then…

      BING “You don’t have to come at all if you don’t want to. Doing so would

change your self bondage plans and totally upset your weekend of enforced nudity and

solitude.”

      BING “I’ve never been to a party of any kind before, much less one like this. IF I

do go, I’ll probably try to run away within minutes; but, if you go with me, I’ll HAVE to

stay until you want to leave.” Was he seriously asking me to go to a BDSM party dressed

like I was? But then I realized how I was actually dressed: chastity belt, wrist and ankle

shackles, latex leggings, peek-a-boo bra, vibrator and anal plug… and the mask to keep

my identity…

      BING “Are you there? … interested? … scared?”

     

      He was right there, the man whom helped me get myself into this situation. He’d

put all this together with me, no, FOR me. With the lights off he couldn’t watch me so he

wasn’t doing it to get off on the web cam. He could have come in the back door and done

anything to me from the moment the locks closed. Now he’s almost begging to help me

live out MY greatest fantasy? Actually go out to a party… a real life Halloween party, as

an adult, and it’s kinky too? 

     

      My body was so hot, my breast were red from the blood pumping out of my heart

so much that the oil on my tits was giving me a tan. He just sat there; apparently waiting

for an answer, not about to force anything. He’s so shy, but, the guy I knew from chatting

online all these months was very determined to have his way. I guess online really is a

means of compensating for what we lack in real life. I was the strong one now. I… am...

the strong one… me, naked, dripping in oil and sweat, chastity belt, plugs, boobs out to

here; and I’m stronger than he is, because I can choose what happens next.

      He took out his tablet and started to type again but I walked to the front door and

turned the deadbolt. He stopped typing. I left the chain on the door and opened it just

enough to feel the icy air touch my face as the heat from inside escaped. He stood up and

slowly walked to the door. He must weigh a ton because the wood porch was creaking

with each of his steps. His boots sound like concrete.

      When he was about two feet from the door, I was about to tell him to stop and he

did so without me saying a word. Like he knew my thoughts. He shuffled over to the wall

and screwed the bulb back in. Even as dim as it was, I could clearly see his face; brown

hair, glasses, Caucasian, not bad looking, what really surprised me was how, how

ordinary he looked. He took off his helmet and safety glasses and stood there like a little

high school nerd waiting for his prom date.

      I don’t even know your name. You’re standing on my porch, inches away from

me being almost totally naked and asking me to go to a kinky party with a group of

people I’ve never met; at a place I’ve never been; to do something I’ve never done before

in my life. What makes you think there’s the slightest possibility that I’ll agree to

something like this? “No need to decide tonight, the party is tomorrow.” He reached into

his shirt pocket and pulled out a little green note pad, flipped through the top few pages

and tore out a sheet. He folded it between his fingers and held it between the door and the

frame. My God… but his hands were huge compared to mine when I took the note, but I

also noticed that his hand was shaking. Could this really be, a nice, sweet, smart guy, into

kinky and especially into kinky orgasms for me; so timid, shy, kind, and yet to look at

this … MAN on my porch, you’d think he was an MMA fighter or something.

      “The number for my cell phone is on the back, along with my name, it’s… Paul.

The party’s address, website and contact information for the people I met are also on

there. You can go alone if you want to, and if you do, I won’t attend if that will make you

nervous. Oh, um, two other small things…” He turned back towards the candy dispenser

and unplugged it from the wall; then took a screwdriver from his back pocket and opened

the box, removed the screws holding it to my porch and lifted it ( Can you believe he

lifted it!?! I mean that thing felt like it weighed a ton to me and he just shuffled it over to

my front steps with the top half in one hand and the bottom in the other ..).

      When he set it down, he flipped open the top and tilted it towards the light to look

inside. “If you don’t plan to refill this thing for the rest of tonight or possibly tomorrow,

I’ll take it with me and you won’t have to pull it back inside or worry about it anymore

tonight. That’s one of the things. The other comes with a question: when you put your

key in here, was it on a key ring like I suggested that you should put it on?”

      I looked through the door with a puzzled look on my face, but I forgot that I was

wearing a mask for a second and eventually just asked “Um, up, why would that matter?”

      “Did it have a metal key ring or didn’t it? It’s a simple question…”

      “Yeah, it did. Why?” “Well, in order to market this kind of a self-dispensing

candy machine, you have to take into consideration the people whom might use it. Not

just people whom want to go out to a party and still accommodate their local trick-or-

treaters but also people whom might want to be evil rotten bastards and try to hurt little

kids without actually putting the razor blade and poison filled candies in their little hands

personally. To at least combat some acts of terrorism, I lined the dispensing chute with a

ring of neodymium magnets. That way, if something metal passes by them, it’ll get

caught and won’t end up in a little kid’s bucket of fun.”

      He reached through the access panel in the side he had opened while talking and it

seemed like he was putting his hand into the chute that the candy falls through from the

hoppers. “On the other hand, if someone was to drop a brass key with a steel key ring on

it into the hopper, either by accident or as part of a self-bondage game, that key wouldn’t

get whisked away by a little kid, it would get stuck on the magnets; and if you know

where to look….” The smile on his face finished his sentence. He held up the key to my

total release by the metal key ring I had put it on.

      Part of me wanted to kick open the door and hug him with my bare breasts totally

exposed to the world. Another part wanted him to take the key and force me to wait for

my self-bondage session to live itself out. Yet another part of me, wanted the KitKat bar

that was stuck in the middle of the key ring.

      “So, here’s your situation: If I wasn’t here, you’d never know that this key was

still within your reach, so as far as you’re concerned, it’s gone, taken home with one of

the dozens of little children whom visited you all night long. With that as the case, you

now have no choice but to wait for the mailman to bring your spare, which will be a

couple of days. I’m going to take this key with me. I’ll keep it overnight so that you can

get the experience of being forced to live with what you’ve chosen to wear, and what

you’ve chosen to do to yourself tonight.

      I figure you’ll be getting pretty tired of that butt plug and vibrator by noon

tomorrow; so some time after that, I’ll come back by and offer you the key to your

release. The options are…you can take the key, slam the door in my face and release

yourself from all of your binding, in which case I’ll go back to my hotel and we’ll see if

we can continue our relationship online after this. Second, you take the key, slam the

door in my face, I’ll go back to my hotel as before and you can do some more self-

bondage and / or other activities as you see fit.

      Option three, you let me in, I unlock the freezer, set the block of ice with the keys

to your closet in the bathtub with some warm water and while it’s melting you and I can

talk for a while about… if you and I are going to that party together, or if you’re going

alone.” My heart was pounding; I was extremely aroused at the idea of going to that

party, plus having him in my house with me dressed like this. My hand was crawling up

the door towards the chain, I wanted him so bad right there; but I was still scared, a

completely sex drenched mess, more than a little tired, more sore in some places than

that.

      “So, um… I will load this thing into my truck, and… see you tomorrow,

afternoon.” Walking backwards as he stared into my eyes he slowly stepped away from

me, towards the candy dispenser. As he bent down to pick up the top half I quickly said

“Paul…”, reached up and slipped the chain off the door, opened it to the brisk night air

and felt my skin tighten over my breasts and nipples perk up like balloons. When I

stepped one foot out the door the light from the porch hit my eyes around the mask and I

shied back to the door frame, just inside the shadow.

      Folding my arms across my chest and hugging myself from the shoulders, I tried

to regain the composure I started walking out the door with. “Your body temperature is

still pretty high and if you come out here dressed like you are… you may easily catch a

cold; and then you won’t be able to go anywhere except to bed.”  “Maybe, … you could

come inside?” That got a huge smile on his face; and what he said next, I still can’t

believe he said and I was standing right there listening to him say it. He said, “Tomorrow,

after you’ve had a chance to cool down, take a nap, clean up a little, … and write all of

what’s happened since you sent me the first half of the story down so that it’ll all be a

matter of record.”

      “I want you to remember everything about tonight exactly as it happened.”

“Why?” He paused, looked at my feet and then my eyes. I was almost embarrassed how

he was looking at me when he asked “Natalie, may I kiss you goodnight?” I thought,

WOW, what I actually said was “You don’t have to ask my permission Paul.” He took

two seeming giant steps towards me and stood right at my toes, looked me in the eyes and

said “To kiss you the way I really want to, yeah, I do.” Then he kissed me the way you

would imagine a guy like that would kiss a girl. Slow, long, deep; I felt his hand on my

hip and the other behind my neck. He literally dipped me over his leg onto my back and

kissed me like that picture of the sailor at the end of World War 2.

      He stood me back up, I wanted him soooo bad right then, but he said, “Step back

inside, close the door, sit down for a while to collect your thoughts and write about that. I

will see you tomorrow, and we’ll pick up this conversation then, OK?” I just nodded my

head silently as he pushed on the waist of my chastity belt with the back of his hand to

nudge me through the door frame. His finger pressed into the edge of the door and he

pulled it most of the ways closed in front of me. I closed it, locked it, watched him

through the window as he gathered the pieces of the candy dispenser and carried them off

my yard to the silver truck across the street.

      Just before he got in and drove away, he paused, looked directly at me, walked

back to my house and …, I thought he was going to come in and fuck my brains out, but

instead he reached up and screwed the other light bulb into the socket. I don’t know what

to think about that. Either he’s extremely patient, insecure, inexperienced, or … I don’t

know what else; but what I do know is, when he comes back tomorrow, I’m picking

option 3, and then some.

     

      P.S. It was only after I sat down to write all this up that I got really uncomfortable

with what I was wearing; so I went to the garage to lay everything I had in the kitchen

which I hadn’t worn on top of the freezer. Which if you re-read the story from the first

part, you’ll notice that I had forgotten to lock the lock on the freezer. I know you’re all

probably tired of me saying this but, BIMBO MOMENT! I took off the lock, opened the

freezer and looked at the key.  It was very well on its way to being a solid block of ice,

but I could put it into the bathtub right now and have it melted by morning.

      When Paul arrived I could already be out of this chastity belt, makeup, hair,

*sigh* actual clothes. We could go out to lunch… or stay in, mmm. While that idea

appealed to me immensely, I really stopped to think about it. I left the key in the ice, left

the ice in the freezer, closed the lid, latched it, and LOCKED IT!

      I went to bed last night with a smile of self-fulfillment, a sore pussy and ass, and

dreams of the day to come.

     

      P.P.S.

     

      This morning I slept late, finally dragging myself out of bed at almost 11 AM. I

ate breakfast knowing I was going to get out of the chastity belt today; and as I washed

up the dishes, I smiled to myself. I walked back to the garage and then living room to

reattach as many of the electrodes and vibrator leads as I could reach before locking

myself back into the chair.

      ESTIM to 100%, vibrator to 100% back on the motion sensor and a few handfuls

of bird seed on the porch, nipple suckers down tighter than before, AND I put on a bunch

of wooden clothes pins all over my tits, abs and thighs. The last thing I did before I

locked myself away for at least an hour of REAL torture was to set up my webcam and

program it to record me this time as well as broadcast openly. I’ve removed the Mardi

Gras mask, invited InspectorA to view my webcam, sent a quick message to a Fetlife

group specializing in BDSM related webcamming about my show. I’m about to put on

the blindfold and gag mask, and press the button on the remote again to lock myself away

until he comes to “talk” with me.  Come over soon lover, you know where I’ll be… click-

click-click-click.