Lorelei's Diary

Lorelei's first Halloween in costume bondage

November 10

On Friday night I was too excited about Halloween to let the evening be wasted. I dressed in my "patent leather" bra and garter belt, fishnets, heels, black leather coat, black leather gloves, handcuffed my briefcase to my wrist, and went to Rocky Horror by myself wearing dark shades. I was very mysterious looking, which went fine with being by myself there. I didn't recognize anyone. The old group is completely gone, but there's a new performance group. I had great fun at the film. I plan to start going to Rocky once in a while now, because the crowd is better than it was in '86. Also... I may find folks in the audience who might submit to some bondage photos prior to the film. They would regard it in a playful way because of the atmosphere at Rocky Horror. I hope.

I've been receiving tons of bondage literature from Robert Harmon. More magazines, classic old ones from early '70s when the lingerie was tops! And high heels -- yeah! He also sent some Irving Klaw/Betty Page stuff, which I absolutely love. (I got my first Betty Page book about two weeks ago and it immediately appealed to me. She gets you right in the heart. I told Harmon by phone how much I liked Klaw's stuff.)

I have so much material now that I'm way behind in reading it. I want to spend "quality time" on it, in other words, I'll enjoy it best if I'm tied while reading. That requires having several hours to kill in my room. I'll have to set aside a few nights... though right now my schedule looks super full. Bummer.

Well -- Halloween!

Around dinner, I got dressed in my nurse outfit. I was sure keyed. I put on my new white tights and white spandex French-cut underwear. I'd bought red PVC tape which I cut and made a little red cross to stick on my ass-cheek. You could see its outline through the mini-skirt of the nurse outfit. I wore my sister Gretl's padded corset, which brought my breasts up and together, so I had good cleavage. I had the nurse front unzipped just enough so a spectator could see the lace of the corset.

I wore my new white low-heel shoes and put on the starched nurse hat that I bought down at the uniform store. I put up my hair and moussed it so it looked neat. Mom and Gretl said my hair looked nice.

At 8 p.m. Gretl and I got ready to go to the bar. Gretl was dressed as a '40s chorus-line gal. Mom took photos of our costumes.

Dressed as a "Nurse in Bondage" for Halloween

 

I applied bondage for the last few pictures. I hobbled my feet about one foot apart with torn gauze-like white cloth. Gretl wrapped the flesh-colored elastic ace bandage around my torso below my breasts (arms to my sides) and tight around over my breasts. Mom and Gretl laughed at the sight. The bondage was perfect because it brought my cleavage to the center of attention. Gretl took a bobby-pin and stuck it between my breasts. It stood there. Mom and Gretl laughed at that and Gretl took it out. They took more pictures of me (a few with my mouth taped) and then Gretl and I went to the bar.

When we paid our cover they said "How are you going to get down the stairs?"

I said "I've practiced" and I went double-step down each stair sideways, holding the banister. That proved amusing to the crowd.

In the bar I loved the attention. I'm not one for enjoying attention but I loved it this time. People looked at me. I felt like my costume was more than a costume. It was fun. Gretl was enjoying the stares also and laughing a lot. She situated us at a table and went to get drinks.

She sat down and we watched the dance floor. I was squirming to the music in my seat. In a few moments a guy in army fatigues came up and sat down. I liked how fast he'd approached me when I got there -- it indicated true interest, I think. He introduced himself and asked if I was going to be able to dance. I said I was going to, of course! So we danced and danced. He really enjoyed himself. People on the dance floor looked at me strangely, sometimes laughing. I had a grand time.

Intermittently we'd sit down and rest. Gretl and I found we didn't particularly like the guy's personality, but I continued to dance with him because I liked his interest in me. At 10:15 we finally had to leave because I was supposed to pick up John Badorties.

Gretl unwrapped my bodice so I could drive. I found that I could leave the hobble on; I could do the gas and brake just fine.

I left Gretl at home and went to get John. He laughed with delight when he saw me mincing along in my little hobbled steps. We went out to the clubhouse party. In the parking lot, I had John wrap my ace-bondage.

It's hard to explain but I enjoyed having him wrap me. It was fun when Gretl wrapped me too.

When John got the bandage secured I tippy-toed my way to the front door. The reaction at this party was even better than at the bar. A lot of men said things and groups of men just gaped, most with big smiles on their faces. Some people looked at me with uncomfortable expressions.

There was a man there dressed as Vincent of the Beauty and the Beast TV show. I was attracted to his costume and John heard him say something appreciative about my outfit. That made me happy.

We mingled. While we were moving around I enjoyed being the center of attention constantly. People always turned and looked as I moved past.

Then there was the guy with the peely-face.

There was a heavy man there, about 6'2", and he'd made up his face like it was coming off. Like he had radiation poisoning. He absolutely gaped. And gaped. He came up to me with an adoring expression and said "I'm afraid to ask you what you are."

I said "I'm a nurse in bondage." He stared and couldn't think what to say next. This guy was beside himself; an absolute fetishist. John and I wandered off.

At one point my nurse-hat fell off and I had difficulty putting it back on with my arms pinned. I went into the bathroom to try to secure it. Finally I asked a girl in a witch costume to unwrap my arms. She looked at me oddly but unwrapped me in a good-natured way. I got the hat back on and asked her to wrap me up again. This was a special thrill to have a pretty woman that I didn't know wrapping me up. She and her friends began laughing as she wrapped me. It was a pleasure.

I asked John if he would wait before we left because I wanted to dance with "Vincent." John said that was fine and he sat down to wait.

Vincent was standing at the corner window, looking outside. He was behaving just like the Vincent on the TV show. It was very fantasy-like and distant. I went up to him and asked him to dance. He was very surprised and smiled and said yes. We danced three songs. It was wonderful to look at him and dance my little bondage-dance. He smiled and smiled.

While we danced, the man with radiation poisoning stood right on the dance floor, dancers right by him; stood right there and stared at me. He was captivated. He definitely was the real thing.

When we finished dancing Vincent introduced himself but I don't recall his name. I just wanted to think of him as Vincent. His costume and mask were perfect. When he walked me off the dance floor, he put his arm about my shoulders. I did notice, throughout the evening, that men enjoyed putting their hand on my shoulder or around my back. The army guy at the bar did it anytime he had a chance. Even when I got to the Kzoo party, Jeffrey enjoyed leaning on my wrapped torso.

John and I headed for Jeffrey's Halloween video-party. I was unwrapped for the drive. It was raining and yucky out. When we got there John had to wrap me again in the rain.

When we entered the house, the whole party entourage was lined up in the kitchen and entry hall, waiting to see our entrance. Everyone roared in hysterics and I was immediately dubbed "Little Miss Bondage Nurse." They filmed me with the video-cam so I applied tape on my mouth and posed.

After the welcome-party dissolved, I shuffled into the living room and sat on the floor with a group of people. Everyone smiled at me with appreciation for my costume. There was an Englishman standing against the wall with a drink in his hand and he made some slightly off-color jokes about what to do with me. I was tempted to make a joke about spanking me (because the English seem to love that stuff) but I didn't.

There was a thin woman in a nightie staring at me. She looked to be in her early 20s. As most of the people went downstairs to have cigarettes, she stayed. When we were by ourselves she said "Are you uncomfortable?" I said no. She said "Do you feel like being untied yet?" I said no. She seemed very interested.

The evening was great fun. I'm glad I got to go to the Kzoo party, because Jeffrey's friends are arty types and gays and weirdos, and I fit right in. The funny thing is that at this party, unlike the bar and the clubhouse, fewer people seemed to respond to my bondage in a subconscious sexual way. For them it did not seem so... erotic. But they're more oriented to having sexual activities and discussions in a public setting, so there isn't that undercurrent of the feeling that something "obscene" is present.

Later in the evening, the nightie-clad woman came to look at my bondage photo album, which I brought in for Jeffrey and Elsie and everyone to ponder. Afterward Nightie-gal again asked me, "Are you uncomfortable?" and "Don't you want to be untied yet?" Finally she said in a fascinated voice, "You must really be into bondage!"

And I said happily, "Yes I am!"

I fought the urge to ask her if she wanted me to tie her up. It was a shame passing it up, because all my bondage equipment was there in the trunk, packed for the upcoming Florida trip. I'm sure she would've been mesmerized by the idea, but I didn't know what kind of person she was. I wouldn't want to give an insecure person an unpleasant experience. (In fact, not long after this party I discovered that even a person who seems quite mature and sure of themself can turn out to be unprepared for the feelings of bondage.)

The video-camera came out several times during the evening and people loved filming me. Although I always used to be scared to death of a camera, I found myself completely relaxed. I loved being filmed. Jeffrey filmed my efforts at cleaning the kitchen while bound. I steam-rolled my wrapped body over Elsie while she reclined sexily in her Tina Turner costume.

Jeffrey's boyfriend sat me down in the sculpture room and we did a little story. I flipped through my bondage album and he narrated as I held up pages for the camera to zoom in on. It was such fun!

This guy also asked if he could tie me to his costume-whip and lead me around. I said the handle of the whip should be perfect as a gag. From my instruction, he placed the (big!) handle sideways in my mouth and drew the whip through a hang-loop on the end of the handle. It secured tightly and he led me around the house. In the basement we danced while he held my gag/leash. My mouth got sore from the gag. I realized I was getting sore jaws because I was biting down hard on the whip. Every time I tried to relax my jaw, I'd find myself biting on it again. And of course I had a little trouble with drooling. Not enough to worry about or be seen.

I guess I was gagged for 10 to 15 minutes. I liked it. I also liked communicating "yes" and "no" with head-shakes accompanied by mouth-sounds.

At about four in the morning the party had wound down to the tiring die-hards. We all relaxed in the living room and watched the party video. The video had some good footage of me, and some hilarious close-ups and zoom-ins on my cleavage.

Next year perhaps I'll be a cheerleader in bondage. Or a tennis player. Or an aerobics instructor in bondage... or...

John and I drove home in the wee hours. I got home at 7 a.m. I had just enough time to pack the rest of my stuff and go pick up Chaz for the drive to Florida. Luckily he drove the first leg -- I crashed out.

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