My first REAL Halloween party

by Don
 
 
 

For the first few months after we were married, I had dropped little hints
to my wife that I would like to patricipate in some bondage activities.
The most she would do was to spread-eagle me on the bed and play with my body, which drove me crazy.  But that was rare, and never would she consider any kind of group activities or attending a bondage party.  I did the latter
once, when she was out of town, and had fun.  But I never told her about
it.

As a result, I got my bondage satisfaction - - well, maybe pleasure - -
from the internet.  I'd call up sites, look at pictures, and masturbate - -
being careful not to get cum on the keyboard!  And particpate in some chat rooms,though this was less fun than looking.

A few days before Halloween, Wanda asked me if I was interested in going to
a special party.  Sure, why not?  It had been a few years since I had last
done that, in college.  And I had the costume all ready, one I had worn
then - - and one I put on from time to time when I was home alone.  I found it,
and still find it, erotic.

I was going to be The Devil.  The first layer was a spandex tank leotard.
Why not a jock strap?  First of all, the outline of the straps shows
though; the way to avoid that is to put them in the crack of your ass, but then
they chafe all the time.  Secondly, spandex is such a wonderful material against
the skin.  Thirdly, a jock strap pretty much prevents an erection while the
spandex leotard allows it to happen easily.  And it offers gentle but firm
support to the crotch.

On top of that was a red turtleneck catsuit, with an attached hood.  I
slowly got into it and asked Wanda to zip me up.  She did and stepped back
to admire it; she had never seen it before.  It was nice and snug in the
crotch, but since I am not well-endowed, there was nothing really vulgar
about it.  (That is, unless I got an erection.)  After we finished, Wanda
took me down to the basement and had me back up against one of the support
posts.  Before I knew what she was up to, she had handcuffed my wrists
behind me and on the other side of the post!

"You stay here while I get my costume on."

I could feel myself getting hard just thinking of my being helpless in her
control.  But I managed to think of other things and the erection went
down.
  She reappeared dressed as a nun, and holding a large canvas sack like the
post office uses for mail.

"Imagine how popular I would be if I had the devil in complete control at
the party!"

With that, she reached into the bad and removed a complete set of steel
shackles and chains!  She put the lower set of cuffs on my ankles and
locked them.  Then she put a set on my wrists, but not on the other side of the
post.  Then a steel collar.  She took out a length of heavy chain, locked
one end to the center of the chain joining my ankles, ran it thru a ring in
the middle of the wrist chain, and locked it to be back of the collar.

"Let me tell you about these locks. The ankle cuffs are locked with regular
padlocks.  The keys are on the table there.  The wrists and collar are
locked with combination padlocks so I can remove them.  But I am taking
along some regular padlocks, and when I switch the locks, you are secured
until we get home.  Those keys are also on the table.  I am also taking a
locking gag along, and if one of those regular padlocks ends up on it, you
are gagged until we get home.  Do you understand why you want to be on your
best behavior?"

I said I did.

"But that's not all.  You have to control your little friend down here."
(She stroked me under the balls and got an immediate reaction.  The snug
fit of the material in the crotch allows anyone to do that.)  "If you have an
orgasm tonight, you will spend an added 24 hours in these chains.  More
than one orgasm and it's 24 hours for each one.  Remember, with that thight
material, there is no way you can hide it.  And think of how much
embarrassment having that stain on your front will cause you! Do you
understand?"

Yes, I did.  And I also realized that she was probably going to tease me,
and even allow - - or encourage - - others to do so in order to see if I
could prevent an orgasm.

She unlocked the handcuffs.  I tried to see how much movement I had with
the steel chains and there was not much.  She snapped a leash on the ring on
the front of the collar and led me out to the garage.  When I was in the front
seat, she pulled my arms over to my right side and then snapped the sat
belt.  I was trapped inside the car, not being able to reach the buckle.
Even that cause me to start getting hard.

"I don't want you to know where this party is so I am blindfolding you
until we get inside the destination."

And she did.  I wondered if she might be really evil and take me to where I
knew a bunch of people, and then humiliate me in front of them.  But why
worry about that?  There was absolutely nothing I could do except sit and
wait.  And wonder how long she had been planning all this, and what her
ultimate motive was.

It suddenly dawned on me during the car ride that there was something even
more insidious than the metal shackles on me.  When I was first handcuffed
to the pole, Wanda commented on my outfit and how snug it was.

"It doesn't show much when you are soft but won't you get embarrassed if
you get hard?  Or can you control that?"

As she stroked me under the balls and on the cock, it became obvious that I
would NOT be able to control it.

"I thought so.  But it's too late now.  I hope you went to the bathroom
before you put that on because you are wearing it until we get home."

With that, she reached around my neck and put a thin collar on me, and with
one small padlock, secured both the collar and the zipper on the catsuit.
Then she tossed the key on the table.  Well, if I couldn't control the
erection, I'd better control my bladder!

The car stopped and I was released from the seat belt and led along on the
leash, still blindfolded.  We got inside and the blindfold was removed, and
there were all sorts of people in unusual costumes and even bondage.  A
girl in a harem outfit, manacled like me.  Men leading women around on a leash.
Both men and women chained to a cross.  My cock started to rise, and I
tried to think of other things.

"You really did it," said one of the nubile girls in a black unitard and
cat's mask,  "You've conquered the devil!  Maybe we can have fun with him
tonight."

Since I was to be there for a long time, Wanda decided to switch my hands
from back to front.  She enlisted some of the dominant-looking women to
help.  [Since they all carried whips, she made that assumption.]

"You know what happens if you resist.  I'll put this gag in your mouth and
it stays in until I feel pity for you.  But don't count on THAT happening
any time soon."

Then she thought again.  "Since it might be awkward to put in the gag AFTER
we free your hands, I'll put it in now and if you behave, I will remove it
when we are done."

I was gagged.  The chain was unlocked from the collar, one of my wrists was
freed, and with these women holding both my forearms, there was no use
resisting.  The freed wrist was soon brought around to the front and
reshackled, and then the chain was put thru the link in the center and
locked to the collar.  And the gag removed.

Since the back ring of the collar was now free, she attached the leash
there (with a lock) and locked the other end to a ring in the wall, at about neck
level.  As she looked at my situation, in front for the first time, she
decided that the wrists has too much freedom to move up and down.  This was
taken care of with another padlock, which kept the wrist chain attached to
one link in the master chain.

She left to get some refreshments, and to leave me to the girls to torment.
And they did, with my cock going up and down many times.  Never to orgasm
because at least my hands could now protect my crotch against unwanted
invasion.  How ironic - - I really WANTED them to touch and stroke me, but
I knew what my punishment was to be for any orgasms, and I certainly wanted
to avoid that.
 

So I stood there alone for awhile, shifting my weight and rattling my chains
a bit and tugging on the chain which held my collar to the pillar.  I
couldn't move more than two feet from the wall.  Each time I moved and
realized my predicament, I started to get hard and knew I HAD to think of
other things far divorced from the situation - - my boyhood dog, baseball,
Christmas trees, anything.

Finally Wanda came over with a drink to check me out.  I suggested she might
get me a drink but she reminded me that I should not take any liquid into my
body as the result down the road might be embarrassing.  Of course she was
right; I hadn't thought of that.

Within minutes, over came a tall brunette with that slave girl on her leash.

"I've got an interesting idea for some entertainment.  Your slaves wrestles
mine.  Think of all the thrashing around and chain rattling and all that.
To make it interesting, the loser spends ten minutes on the spanking bench."

Wanda agreed and while they went to gather everybody, the slave girl and I
were alone.  Her chains were exactly like mine.  Under the veils was a
bikini panties and bra.

I spoke first to pass the time:  "Are you her slave?"

"No, we are lovers.  The chains were given to us by a friend who got tired
of them.  We alternate so we have no set roles.  Brenda wore them to the
last bondage night so this time it's my turn.  How about you?"

"This is my first time but I have an idea it's not going to me by last
time."

And then I spoke more than I should have to this total stranger.  Was I
trying to impress her?  She's a lesbian and I am married.

"My wife says that if I have an orgasm tonight, I will spend an extra day in
these chains after tonight."

She smiled.  The two mistresses returned and the match began.  With the
chains as they were, it was hard to use the regular wrestling holds.
Whenever either of us fell to the ground, there was a clatter of chains
rattling, and the crowd let out a cheer.  Finally, he slave girl managed to
hold me in a body grip but did not pin me or apply pressure.  Instead, she
started to stroke my cock and balls!  I couldn't stop her, and with her body
so close to mine, I didn't have a chance to turn my thoughts away.  I got
hard and let go with a load.  I muttered "oh, shit!" and knew I should have
shut up.

As soon as she sensed that i had cum, she clamped her thighs on my head and
started to squeeze.  I couldn't slide them off and surrendered.  When I
stood up, the spot on the front of my catsuit had grown large, and the
laughter was embarrassing.

I was taken over to the spanking bench.  Wanda unlocked the chain from my
collar and I was pushed over the bench with my butt facing out and my wrists
on the other side.  She then tightened the chain running from my ankles to
my wrists and locked it, leaving me helpless to prevent any swats on my
rear.

"How nice to spank the devil," said one girl.  And the others, male and
female, gave me ten minutes of spankings.  At least they were all bare-ghand
so they didn't hurt as much as a paddle would have.

I chilled when I heard one female voice say, "What I'd really like to do is
user a strap-on on him."

Wanda told her the catsuit was too nice to make a hole in it.  But then she
added, "Maybe some time in the future."   Brrrrr!

Then ten minutes were up and I was released and taken over to a post where
my wrists were chained over my head and a piece of rope held my ankle chain
to the post.  I was now standing up, facing out, and my front was as
vulnerable as my butt had been.  En route, I had been gagged as I had
started to complain about my treatment.  Wanda brought the blindfold out and
put it on.  So not only was I helpless but also unable to see who was doing
what to me.

I felt my crotch being touched again and my cock getting larger.  I exploded
again with cheers from the audience.  The someone pressing on my bladder
until I could no longe resist, and I wet myself.  Another ceer.  I was taken
down and led to somewhere, put on the floor, and  my chains were put into
their original position.

"I have replaced the combination locks with the regular padlocks so you are
now secured for the rest of the night.  The only combination lock is the one
securing you to the post."

I could hear the party going on but could not see or talk.  A few girls came
over and teased me for my wet front and lack of control; I tried to move to
keep from sitting on my raw rear.  Finally, I felt the anchoring chain being
moved and Wanda telling me to stand up because we were going home.  She
removed the gag so I could tell our hostess - - or whoever was there; I had
no way of telling - - what a good time I had.

Wanda told me to wait at the car until she put plastic on the seat.

"You really performed tonight, didn't you.  Three orgasms equals three more
days in chains."

When I protested that it was two orgasms and one pissing, she called it all
three "releases."

We arrived home and the blindfold came off.  She led me down to the basement
and locked the loose chain to the post, this time with a regular padlock.
She took the keys upstairs and came back down with a blanket.  She went to a
corner where there was an old fold-away bed, unussed for years.  She opened
it up and told me this was my home for the next three days.  She would bring
me food.

What if I had to piss?  Or shit?  I would do it then and there, my my
catsuit and on the bed.  After the three days, we would toss out the
matress, wash the catsuit and leotard, and that would be it.

Before she left for the night, she asked me how I liked the evening.  I told
her it was different and exciting.  Would I like to do it again?  Even with
my red butt stinging, I said I would.

During the three days in the basement, I wondered if I should have committed
myself to the future.  Was she laying it on thick in the hope that I would
grow tired of it and wipe those fantasies out of my mind for once and for
all?

Well, I didn't.  But I didn't have to go on the internet.  She had pictures
taken from that night - - without flash so I knew nothing of them! - - by
the computer.  And, for all I know, ON the internet.

Don