As usual, I had put absolutely no thought into what my costume would be for Halloween this year. Ever since I stopped collecting candy door to door, Halloween had become a kind of disappointing, if not quite depressing holiday.
My college roommate was still trying to cheer me up after my recent breakup. He insisted that I join him at a “killer party” that he had attended the year before. Even though we were a few years out of school and moved into the city, we had stayed friends. Our lives paralleled each others as we got jobs, girlfriends, apartments and moved on with our lives. We had no conflicts of interest, and could help each other as a sounding board. Or, as was currently the case, helping the dejected get back up on the horse that threw him.
By the time I got to the costume store, it had obviously been picked over. I had no desire to wear a Nixon mask, or any politician. Zorro’s cape was out, there were no scrubs to be had, even the superhero’s were mostly sold out. The other thing that had been in the back of my head was that after the party, we had talked about going to the Halloween parade, which was outdoors. Some of the remaining costumes looked pretty skimpy. The mummy looked about as warm as toilet paper. How do you even put a coat on over that?
Finally, I found what was probably the last thing I would have thought of, a prisoner’s uniform. You know exactly what I’m talking about, a baggy striped top and bottom. It was super loose and stretchy, “one size fits all.” I could wear whatever I wanted underneath and stay warm, or remove a few layers and be cool. The costumer would still look exactly the same. Not even my third choice, but I was buying it the day before Halloween so what did I expect? Of course it did need a few accessories to make it complete.
“You want me to do what? Who are you and when did you replace my friend? There’s no way I’m letting you put those on me and have your wicked ways with me!” Paul was clearly having fun at my expense while dancing away from the open set of handcuffs I was holding in my hand.
“I just want to put them on you and see how they fit. Here, let me show you the key works.” I fiddled with the key and eventually it caught and the handcuffs opened up. What do you expect? They were $10 handcuffs with a secret catch to release them as well as the key that sort of unlocks them. This wasn’t anything like the precision of the tools I used at work.
“Here, see the key unlocks them. See?” I put the cuffs back on myself and demonstrated that the key actually worked two times in a row. “Anyway, let me show you the ball and chain.” It was the other accessory I had picked up at the store as part of the prisoner costume. The more I held it though, the more I realized that it would be a real pain in the ass. Clunky and in the way, not what I wanted at a party when I was already feeling self-conscious. I decided to just attach the handcuffs to my belt and leave the ball and chain at home.
The party was at a large club near the university. Guys paid $20 to get in and girls in costume only had to pay $5. I had a good paying job so was happy to outspend the broke college guys. Paul had not lied, there were women in costume everywhere and while there was music, it wasn’t drowning out any hope of conversation. He disappeared towards the bar with a “you’ll get the next round.” I looked around at the costumes and wondered who I would talk to first.
I found myself in conversation with a pretty brunette dressed up in a puppy onesie. I complimented her on going for the cute factor which made her smile. She told me that last year she had gone with a sexy costume and wound up getting her ass pawed so much that she chose this as a response. “I’d rather they pet my head than my ass.” We had a really fun time talking about the other costumes and just a touch about ourselves.
She must have been looking me up and down, because she asked, “Are those handcuffs real?”
I looked down to see what she was talking about and then I realized I still had them on my belt. “Sure, let me get them for you.” I dramatically produced the key from my pocket and then opened the cuffs. With no wrist in it, you can keep tightening the cuff arm through the lock and then it gets released out the other side. I was starting to play around with them while talking to the puppy girl. I’d flick the handcuff and have it flip around and catch. Then I’d push it all the way through and repeat it. After a few iterations, I was pretty good about not having to touch it when flipping it all the way through.
She had kept talking about being a senior and how she had no idea what was she wanted to do for a living. I’m not sure what prompted me to do what came next. Maybe it was the way she was waving her hands while talking. She held them up in front of her when making a point. The next time she did it, instead of flicking the cuff around and through, I slapped one loop on her outstretched wrist. It worked perfectly, flicking around and catching. Her wrist was now secured by something metal and real.
She just stared at the handcuff in shock. Her mouth was open, but I had broken her audio track. She had nothing to say as her mouth opened and closed.
Figuring I was already in over my head, I gently grabbed her other wrist and put the handcuff on that one as well. By this point she still hadn’t made any noise, but her gaze was going back and forth between her wrists. I experimentally pulled on the chain between the cuffs. She immediately had to follow wherever the chains let. It didn’t feel like she was resisting, looking at her face, it was like she was in a daze.
I unlocked one cuff which surprised her, until I spun her around and grabbed her wrist again. She was now cuffed behind her back which combined with the somewhat haunted look on her face, was incredibly sexy. I pulled out my phone and said, “You look amazingly sexy, even in your puppy costume. Smile!”
I wouldn’t call it a smile, but she looked wonderful, a little fear, a bunch of submissiveness, and I was hoping I was actually able to detect this now, more than a little turned on. After taking a couple of pictures, I reached back and undid the cuffs entirely.
She was massaging her wrists. “That was really strange. It’s like you controlled me and I couldn’t fight it. I’ll be right back, I need to go to the bathroom.”
Paul showed up with a beer and a friend, Sally. She was dressed as a catholic school girl and was pretty hyped up. She noticed the handcuffs I was holding in my left hand and sure enough a minute later she was posing with her hands cuffed behind her. She was facing away from me, looking back over her shoulder while her hands were in the center of the shot. She wriggled her butt this way and that while I was taking the pictures. Paul was looking on with lust and hunger in his face. I gratefully drank my beer down while the two of them played with the handcuffs.
The puppy girl showed up a few minutes later with her roommate who also had to be posed with the handcuffs as well. Laura the puppy girl was staying pretty close to me while Abby her roommate was posing for her. She was dressed as a flapper, and when she kneeled down in the middle of the party for the photos, it was pretty crazy. People started noticing what we were doing. Abby kept striking more dramatic poses and Laura snapped a few pictures of each one. Eventually, they ran out of pictures to take, but Laura nestled up to me and said “Find me later, I want to see who else you convince to have their picture taken.” They headed back towards the bar.
More and more girls started drifting over to get pictures handcuffed. Two ladies dressed identically wanted to be handcuffed to each other. Another was dressed like Queen Elizabeth and had a killer English accent. She asked to be swatted on the bum. I laughed thinking she was kidding, but she wasn’t. The third time I struck her, I left my hand on her butt and she wriggled it underneath my hand. She laughed and handed the cuffs back to me, saying “You are lovely, but I have to go. Ta Ta.”
A lesbian couple (or at least one that wanted to look that way), came by with one woman leading the other on a leash. The woman being lead had on leather wrist cuffs and a collar with D rings in them. The one leading stood by and watched me take pictures of a nurse handcuffed looking up in fear at a werewolf above her holding his claws out. They asked me to use their phone as well to take pictures.
After the werewolf and the nurse wandered off, the woman leading the other gently pulled on the leash to close up the distance. She faced me and said, “I like rope more than steel, but I’ve been watching you for a while. You’ve had fun taking pictures of these women on their night of slutty freedom with your fake handcuffs. Pet here has liked watching as well.” While she was saying this, she pulled some rope out of her pocket and spun the other woman around. Very quickly, she pulled Pet’s arms behind and up before roping the two cuffs together. The position was tight and looked painful, though the other woman’s face didn’t show any distress. On the other hand, it did contort her chest a bit, highlighting her breasts.
The leading woman continued, “This is the reverse prayer position, you might want to try it with some of these sluts. If any seem to like it, you might have found someone like Pet. They are priceless, don’t let them go, so to speak.” She smiled as she started stroking the other woman’s hair. Unlike when her arms were being painfully manipulated and tied, the restrained woman now showed lots of emotion on her face as she tried to lean into her partner. “I’m guessing this isn’t something you’ve done before. Here’s my number, give me a call if you find this compelling and want to talk about it. There are more people like Pet than you’d expect, though you have to look carefully for them. Hmm, I guess we should get a picture as well. Give me a second to pose us.”
After some experimentation, the final pose was beyond my imagination. I used their phone and mine. Everyone else around was taking pictures as well. You might have seen it on twitter. Pet was kneeling, with her arms still up behind her. My handcuffs were on her ankles and really stood out from her tight black clothing. Her Mistress (if that was her title), stood facing Pet, with one leg over Pet’s shoulder, and holding the other shoulder. She looked like she was rubbing her crotch in Pet’s face. I kneeled down behind Pet to get the perfect angle, then moved to the side. I probably took 50 pictures of them with my cock painfully trying to rip a hole in my pants. I wanted to learn all about Pet and women like that.
After retrieving the handcuffs and getting everyone sorted out, the leading woman spoke again, “My name is Mary. I wish you luck in the lifestyle.” She pulled the leash and Pet followed her back into the crowd.
This wasn’t quite what Paul had intended to get me out of my rut, but I really was having a fantastic time. Laura had come back by herself and was scrolling through my phone, looking at the photos. She kept getting shocked by who had done what in front of the camera. I was starting to get the feeling she knew most of the people in the room. She slowed down when she found the pictures with Mary and Pet. She spent a lot of time looking at them.
While she did that, I scanned the room. Suddenly it felt like I had been punched in the gut. Laura saw my face and asked what was wrong. I turned my head down and towards Laura, “That’s my ex-girlfriend over there, in the Wonder Woman costume.” I did not really want to talk with my ex tonight, I had been having a wonderful night.
A calculating look came over Laura’s face. “Why did you guys break up? Recently I’d guess?”
I quickly filled in the story for her. It’s one that’s been told a thousand times I’m sure. We started out ok, but over time, weren’t a good fit. She was looking for something and didn’t think I was it. I was starting to consider leaving the party on a high note when Laura asked “Could borrow your handcuffs. Oh, and keep your phone ready to take pictures.”
I was a bit mystified, but wasn’t too concerned that she was going to run off with the $10 handcuffs.
Laura kept watching the crowd and suddenly walked away from me. She stood right next to my ex, who was talking to her best friend dressed as Princess Leia in a white robe. They were talking animatedly, but I could not hear what they were saying. After a few minutes Laura came back over to me.
“I’m guessing your name is Kevin?”
“They were talking about me? What were they saying?”
“Wonder Woman came with a date who apparently got drunk and grabbed Leia’s ass. Leia mentioned a number of bad dates since Wonder Woman had broken up with Kevin. Do you think you’d want to get back together with her?”
That was a great question which needed some thought, especially since Laura was intriguing.
As I paused to digest that, Laura said, “I think I can help you a bit. Let’s go find your new friend with the rope.”
Mary and Pet were about to leave when we caught up with them. Laura went to Mary and started whispering in her ear. Mary glanced at me, then smiled.
“Sure, I’d be glad to help you out. I think I have just enough rope for this. Pet, time for a small adventure.”
Mary turned to me and said, “See if you can cuff your friend like Pet here while I make a leash.”
Laura looked at me with an expression I did not understand. She patiently waited for me. After a few seconds, I twirled my finger and she spun around accordingly. I carefully moved Laura’s arms and hands into the same position as Pet and put the cuffs on. It was looser than Pet but still looked uncomfortable.
Mary had tied a rope into Pet’s collar and was waiting for me to finish. She had a loop tied in the other end of the rope and flipped it over Laura’s head. I fingered the knot and realized it was not a slip knot. Mary folded the length of the rope in half and handed it to me. “I’m loaning Pet to you for a few minutes. This is not something I do lightly. Her temporary safe word for you is Avocado. If she says that, stop what you are doing immediately. Do not leave the room with her, hurt her or undress her, but otherwise, have fun showing her off to your ex. Pet, show him and everyone here how sexy you are. Do it for me and I’ll reward you later.”
Laura and Pet were now staring at me holding their rope. I felt something roaring inside me like a gale.
I led the two women around by the rope through the crowd. Many of the people I had taken pictures of with the handcuffs saw me and started following me around. Mary was in the crowd staying close to us. Eventually I found Wonder Woman and Princess Leia getting ready to leave the party.
“You two look great, wonderful costumes!”
Wow - it was fun to see shock on her face. Her mouth gaped open. Her friend had the exact same expression.
“What are you...” she fell silent while considering the two women trailing behind me.
“I didn’t expect to see either of you, but I really like how you two dressed up. Let me get a picture of the two of you.”
I turned towards Laura and Pet holding up the rope like I was going to hand it to Laura, then acting surprised that Laura’s hands were occupied. A thought occurred to me.
Laura obediently opened her mouth and I placed the rope in her mouth which she closed over it. “Good puppy.” I petted her head gently before turning back to my ex.
“Ok, get together. Come on, smile like you mean it!”
They were still so shocked that they weren’t moving or posing for the picture.
While I was trying to decide what to do, I heard a little jingle from behind Laura. I looked at her and she was smiling with the rope in her mouth when I heard the jingle again. She was reminding me of the cuffs.
I thought of my ex in cuffs almost made me bend over in pain as my cock surged beyond it’s normal hardness. “I have just the thing for the two of you.” I quickly walked behind Laura and undid the cuffs. Walking towards Wonder Woman and Leia, I gently pulled their arms up and cuffed them together.
Stepping back, I said “I’m going to frame this one.”
To the side, I saw Paul with his mouth open looking at all of us. Sally next to him had a confused look on her face.
Back at my place an hour later, Mary and Pet were on the couch. Pet’s name is actually Lizzie and a very sweet nice girl. I was in the kitchen making drinks. Laura was on my computer flipping through the photos I took at the party and after.
Wonder Woman in handcuffs at the party. She still looked shocked.
Princess Leia body wrapped up in Wonder Woman’s rope while she was standing.
Leia and Wonder Woman standing back to back with Mary circling them tying them in rope.
Pet and Laura on either side of me with my arms over their shoulders, a breast in each hand. Wonder Woman and Leia tied up at our feet.
Rope around Wonder Woman’s neck with my hand holding it and her looking up at me.
Princess Leia on my bed facing Wonder Woman. They were bound together head to toe, and they had blindfolds on.
Time to take some more pictures.