Tales of the Rope novel Chapter 29

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.

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!