****** Natalie's Halloween ******
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Synopsis: Natalie is a super hot 27 year old finally getting free from her
opressive parents whom have always told her that Halloween is only a night to
get into trouble. Tonight, Natalie puts herself into trouble and plans to enjoy
every second of it.
      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.
     
     

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