Tales of the Rope

Chapter 29: Halloween Tricks and Treats Continued

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.

Well, an accepted part of many haunted houses is a dungeon in which there is usually an innocent victim being tortured. Some enterprising young people even set up fake torture scenes with limbs cut off and lots of fake blood all around. We never got so gory because a lot of younger children came to the haunted house, but the dungeon was one of the scenes each year. Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

When I was sixteen and had 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, if that was not a school day.

By the time I was eighteen I had been practicing bondage for quite a while and had some friends who shared my love of either tying up girls or being the girl who is 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 to make our part of the exhibits a little wilder than normal.

We picked the mummy’s tomb. It was a small room, lit by only a couple of candles. We decorated it with anything that looked Egyptian. We made a sarcophagus from wood and had it leaning against a wall. The mummy was to be in the sarcophagus. Each time customers would come by, the mummy was to moan and raise its arms up as if coming to get the customers.

We decided on a little variation that would satisfy Gail and myself in ways that 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 it.

We made our sarcophagus from a heavy plywood board cut to the right shape. There were sides added from cardboard and a lid that was to stand open. We painted all kinds of pseudo-Egyptian writing all over it and added some cobwebs. But the important part was that the wood had holes cut in it in just the right places. Our mummy was not going to be rising from its tomb, because it was going to be completely tied down!

Halloween was on a Friday night that year, with the haunted house opening on the previous Saturday night. I was picked to be the first mummy. All three of us got there early to set up our display, and also because we wanted everything in place before the adult supervisors looked in. The haunted house was in an empty house and we had a small bedroom to ourselves. But we had to be careful that no one saw our special preparations. The fact that the mummy was going to be tied up under the wrappings was our secret. If we got caught, we figured we would just say it was a joke to keep the person playing the mummy in place and feeling like a real mummy. And we’d disavow all knowledge of the sexual aspects associated with bondage.

To start off, I stripped down to my panties. We kept the door closed for that. I would have taken those off but I was a little scared that the adult leaders might catch us, and a half naked girl sounds better than a fully naked one. Quickly, Gail 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 them loose.

Then my legs were tied together at the ankles and above my knees. A dog collar 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 was somewhat falling off. And positioned just right to expose the top part of my breast. A little mild titillation for the adults in the audience.

When the cloth winding was finished, a wad of cloth was stuffed in my mouth and tied 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 gagged.

Then Nick carefully took a small piece of rope, poked between the windings, and tied it to the rope around my ankles so that it 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 my head was now held solidly against the board.

It was an ingenious plan. From the outside, it 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 a nearly naked girl who was well tied up and couldn’t do much beyond wiggle her hips in a way that the males in the audience would probably find delightful.

A small sign was placed on the wall next to the sarcophagus telling the public that women were often mummified in ancient Egypt as well as men. And that if a person were guilty of some serious crime, they would be turned into mummies while still alive! Here, the sign said, was a young female criminal in

the final stages of being made into a mummy. She would spend all of eternity half alive and half dead in her tomb.

Gail and Nick then cleaned up and left their mummy alone in the exhibit. About fifteen minutes later the haunted house opened to the public.

It was exciting. I didn’t want to wiggle much because I didn’t want the cloth windings to tear or fall. But I knew I could have struggled all I wanted and would never get free. I did a little test struggling while waiting for the first visitors, and confirmed that I was securely bound. It was delightful!

The first customers were a family. I moaned and made eyes at them as if imploring them to save me from a fate worst then death. The woman made a face, the kids expressed the thought that it wasn’t very scary, and the man let his eyes linger over the little patch of bare skin on the swell of my breast. I wiggled a bit and stuck my breasts out for him, while making it look like the struggles of a trapped and terrified girl about to be mummified.

I had a great time! The haunted house was open for five hours that first evening. I don’t know how many people came through, but it was a fair number. I moaned away and pleaded with my eyes. It was fun. When Gail showed up, I had been tied for just over five hours. It was nice to be untied, mainly because I had to make a dash for the bathroom. Of course, only after they got the ropes off and I had clothes back on.

To say that five hours of public bondage had no effect on me would be a bit of a lie. After we left the haunted house, Gail and I went to her place and I was tied up again. I practically demanded that she tie me and do something about the extremely horny condition of my body. Gail did, binding my arms behind my back with the elbows together. Then we jumped into bed for a very intense hour of lovemaking.

The next night Gail took the place of the mummy. She spent five hours tied to that board and later told me that she had lots of fun. She had even larger breasts than I did and she wiggled them for every customer over the age of fifteen. Nick left some of her long blonde hair sticking out of the wrappings and down over her shoulder. It was a nice touch.

The haunted house was open for the entire week, but only for five hours during the weeknights because of school. Gail and I took turns, and I got to spend four evenings tied up, nearly naked, and struggling in front of hundreds of people.