Tales of the Rope

Chapter 29: Halloween Tricks and Treats Continued

I’ve often wished that adults could go out trick or treating. Not that I crave the candy as much now, but it would be a wonderful way to parade around in public in outrageous costumes and flaunt my bondage. The cowgirl trick would work well. Also the prisoner costume with handcuffs. The legirons would make it hard to get from house to house. But perhaps I could wear one of those pairs with longer chain so that I could walk pretty much normally. Would clink a lot, though.

There are other possibilities. I could be dressed as a mummy with wrappings around my body. Legs would have to be left relatively free but my arms could be well bound with rope under the wrappings and no one could tell. A hunchback leading around a scantily clad Esmeralda who also happens to be bound up would be fun, but perhaps a little too literate for most people.

I would love to make a costume of a skimpy dress, half torn off, and a portable pillory. What I mean is two pieces of wood with half circle holes cut for my neck and wrists. The two pieces would be put together and locked with padlocks on each end. My hands would then be held up at head level and securely locked in place. I could walk around but it would be very awkward to have to carry around that pillory. Would look very nice, though. Maybe someday I’ll get someone to make the portable pillory so I’ll have a new costume for parties.

But the biggest Halloween thrill I ever had I’ve saved to tell for last. For two years in a row I was displayed completely helpless before hundreds of people!

I was a member of a youth organization which shall remain nameless because most of its members weren’t into bondage and would be outraged that a few of us used one of their fund raising events to play bondage games. Besides, I still like that organization and would say nothing to hurt it.

Come Halloween each year, this organization would set up a “Haunted House”. For those of you who don’t know, it’s a Halloween tradition. You take a house or some type of building with rooms and turn it into a haunted house. Each room has displays related to the Halloween theme. There’s always a Dracula who rises out of his coffin when people walk by. There are usually some graves and ghouls, a mummy or two, witches, and werewolves. The place is keep rather dark to heighten the effects and scary music or sound effects are played. The idea is to frighten children. The adults are a little harder to scare but enjoy looking at such gory, monstrous scenes.

young people even set up fake torture scenes with limbs cut off and lots of fake

been firmly told by Mother that I was too old to be trick or treating, I became a part of that haunted house crew. It was set up about a week before Halloween but the biggest crowds were the night before Halloween and Halloween day,

tied up. Some of this secret bondage club (and believe me, we kept our “different” tastes secret) were in this youth group. Three of us got together and decided

decorated it with anything that looked Egyptian. We made a sarcophagus from wood and had it leaning against a wall. The mummy was to

had nothing to do with raising money for the group. There was a male friend of our little bondage club named Nick who we asked to help us. He was generally considered a nerd in school but we knew that he was really just shy. Through our help he discovered that there were girls who just loved to be tied up, and that he could be in total control of the relationship. That was just what his shyness needed. He didn’t have to worry about the girl rejecting him. He was in control; she was helpless. He liked

added some cobwebs. But the important part was that the wood had holes cut in it in just the right places. Our

in. The haunted house was in an empty house and we had a small bedroom to ourselves. But we

and Nick tied my arms together behind my back. My wrists were crossed and tightly tied. My elbows were tied to each other but not touching. When a girl’s hands are tied crossed with rope running both horizontally and vertically around her wrists, you can’t pull her elbows together. The rope around the wrists tightens up as the elbows come together and it usually prevents the elbows from coming more than a few inches from each other. In this case, my elbows were tied together but not so tightly as to make my bound wrists hurt. My arms were firmly tied behind my back and I wasn’t going to get

was buckled around my neck with the leash ring in the back. Then they wrapped me. We had cut several old sheets into strips of cloth, sowing ends together to make pretty long strips. Those were wound around me from ankles to neck. That included being wrapped around my bound arms. The only part that was left exposed was some bare skin just above my left breast. The first two layers of windings were tight, but the last one was adjusted to seem like the cloth

in place with more cloth. Then strips were wrapped around my head, covering the gag completely and leaving only my eyes free. The mummy bandages hid the fact that I was

sticking out behind me. The same was done with at my elbows and neck. I was helped into the Sarcophagus where those ropes fitted exactly into the holes made in the wood. From behind the wooden board, Nick and Gail tied the rope from my ankles to that from my elbows. They did it tightly enough so that my ankles were pressed against the board, as were my arms. Then the tied the rope from my neck collar to that from my elbows so that

was a wrapped up mummy, obviously a girl from the curves and breasts making the wrapping bulge, but still a mummy. Underneath that it was