Chapter 28: Halloween Tricks and Treats
Halloween is one of my favorite times of the year. There is something so exciting about a time devoted to scary things, and when people can run around dressed up in outlandish costumes and do outrageous things. I have many fond memories of Halloweens past, including many bondage adventures, starting when I was very young.
On that Halloween I dressed up as a cowgirl including western boots, a brown skirt with fringes, white blouse, brown leather vest with fringes, a cowboy hat, and a holster with toy cap pistol. When I left the house I was carrying a big candy bag and looked like any other child going out for trick or treating. But a few houses away I met up with some of my friends and put my plan into action. One of these friends was a nice boy named Billy. We often played together and he had agreed to go along with my scheme. He had agreed to dress up as an Indian complete with war paint on his face.
From my bag I took the two pieces of rope hidden there. Billy then tied my hands behind my back. I’m afraid that my wrists were only crossed; I hadn’t gotten into being bound with elbows touching behind me yet. The second piece of rope had a loop at the end and was noosed around my neck.
We then went trick or treating. Billy held my tether in one hand and his candy bag in the other. I held my bag in my hand and every time we were to get candy I would turn around and stick out my bound wrists for the person to put the candy into my bag.
This was about the first time I had been displayed in front of adults in public while in bondage and I was having a ball. Billy seemed to like leading around the captured cowgirl. I’ll bet that wherever Billy is today, she’s got a wife who spends a lot of time tied up. No one had a negative word to say about our little game. Indeed, we got a few comments about how clever it was to have an Indian with his captured cowgirl.
As usual, we ran between houses to cover more ground because more houses equals more candy, and had ridiculously filled bags when we finally had to quit. Before we got home, Billy untied my hands and I hid the rope in some bushes in front of our house. I knew that I couldn’t get away with sneaking rope into the house in my candy bag. Mother always dumped out all my candy on the dining room table so she could inspect it for anything suspicious. She would throw away any candy that wasn’t wrapped. She said it was for my protection to check all the candy. but I think she was searching for Mounds and Almond Joy bars, her favorites. Those bars always seemed to disappear from my candy bag almost immediately after Halloween.
But Halloween isn’t just for kids. Costume balls give an adult with a twisted sense of the perverse a great time to run free. One Halloween a few years ago sticks in my memory because it involved bondage. I had a boyfriend then named Edward. And he always insisted on being called Edward, never Ed or Eddy. So I’m going call him Ed in this story. That’s to get even for the time he left me tied in a chair to watch as he ate both his and my chocolate éclairs. When you read this, Eddy, you’ll know who you are.
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