Chapter 2: Getting Ready for a Party

Chapter 2: Getting Ready for a Party

“I can tell by the look on her face that you have something in mind for the party tonight.” John told me as soon as he arrived. I guess my eagerness for the night’s activities to begin showed.

“Well, I do have a few ideas…” I let it trail off as an invitation for him to ask what they were.

“You have the wildest imagination I’ve ever seen in a woman.”

“You got me started,” I said as I lifted on my toes to give him a kiss on the cheek. “And I will be forever grateful for that.”

He smiled that loving, grandfatherly smile of his. “So, what do you have in mind? Something to startle the party goers?”

“Maybe. But mostly to satisfy my endless craving for helplessness,” I told him. “I’ve been thinking of using that mask you showed me.”

I was referring to a leather hood that he brought with him one afternoon. It was soft, black leather and fitted over my head like a glove. There were laces in back so it could be tightened down and fit like a second skin. The only opening in the entire hood was a small hole right where the nose could stick out and get in air. There was also a strap that went around the neck and held the hood down securely on. That strap had a hasp so a small lock could be inserted. I found it exciting that even if my hands were free, I wouldn’t be able to take it off.

In a proper fashion, he let me try it. By proper, I mean that my arms and legs were tied, and he had gagged me with one of those rubber ball gags. I really don’t like them all that much, but they seemed a traditional part of the scene, so I endured them. With my limbs secured and my mouth filled with bad tasting rubber ball, I was ready for the hood. He told me it was called a “discipline hood.” It fitted over my head snuggly. Then he laced up the back, and it snug changed to tight, molding itself to my features. I felt a nice tingle of excitement when I felt him pull that strap around my neck and lock it.

That was a new and unique experience for me. First off, I could see nothing. My eyes were covered by the leather. My hearing was muffled by the leather. And I found that I had to breathe through my nose. Between the gag and leather, that was required.

All in all, it was very nice and added considerably to my feeling helpless.

So I began inventing situations in which I would be wearing that hood at one of the Chateau parties.

“You really like that hood, don’t you?” he said affectionately. “So, okay, we’ll take it along. Anything else?”

“Tonight, I am going to wear a different costume.” Usually, I wore a pair of quite tight and quite small hot pants and high heels. But I felt like something different for a change. “I’ll show you,” I said and opened my coat.

Underneath I was dressed in a very short leather skirt that I found at a lingerie boutique. The waist band fitted very low on my hips and the bottom edge came to only an inch below my pussy.

John whistled. “That’s even sexier than the hot pants. But you do know, don’t you, that there are moves will expose your private parts to view? In fact, most anything but standing upright will show a lot.”

I smiled at him. “Of course. I want to look sexy and don’t really mind showing off my body. I just think it would be a little much to be completely naked. You like it?”

“I love it. You’ll make a big hit with the males. And some of the females.”

“I know. There are more lesbians at the parties than you can shake a stick at, to use a phrase my mother always did.”

“Button your coat back up and we’ll go.”

“But I want to be tied up under the coat,” I said. “Can’t get too much of a head start.” I smiled sweetly as I said that.

John sighed but fetched some rope from the dresser. In a few minutes my arms were tied behind me in a way that would keep me uncomfortable for the ride and until someone untied me. My elbows were tied together first, then my wrists. I figured that would be all, but John added some rope around my waist only, pulling it tightly enough to make me grunt. Then he ran rope from that to my wrists. When he pulled on that, my hands were pulled up to my waist and locked there. That lifted my hands which, in turn, made my elbows stick out in back. I believe John had told me that was called “chicken wings.” Stupid name, but a good way to be tied if you want security and a constant strain on the arms to remind you that you’re tied.

With my elbows sticking out, my coat wouldn’t button shut around my chest. So he left the top buttons undone. That left an opening that showed a fair amount of my breasts. I had worn no bra, as usual. In fact, all I would be wearing at the party would be that ridiculously short skirt and the heels.

Sitting in the car was definitely not comfortable with my elbows keeping me from resting against the seatback. John put the seat belt over me and tightened it so it was trying to crush me to the seat. I glared at him, but said nothing. My legs might be free, but I was most certainly getting that helpless feeling.

I said nothing during the drive. Neither did John. He seemed to be occupied. At the Chateau, I noted at least thirty cars in the parking lot and knew it would be a well attended party. That was good.

Inside, my coat was taken by Bill, the manager. Did I mention that John was the owner? He let Bill run the place, but had started it himself a few years prior. Bill glanced at the way my arms were bound and the short skirt, and said, “Getting serious for tonight?”

“Damned right!” I replied, smiling at him. “I’m going to have some fun.”

We entered the lounge and found a few people there. But I was anxious to get into the play area and private rooms. I wanted some action.