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Subject: {ASSM} Adaptation: Costume Ball (and Chains)
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                Adaptation:   The Costume Ball... and chains.

The phone rang. Maggie Seaver picked up the receiver in the hotel room
in which she and her husband, Jason, were registered for the night.

"Hi dear, wait 'till you see the costume I got for you!" 

When Maggie had first mentioned to Jason the thought of attending the
women's league charity costume ball, she was pleasantly surprised at
his interest.

"Of course we should go. Now that you have a career, we can't ignore
the social aspects.  Besides, it might be fun...and I get to pick out
the costumes."

Each couple was supposed to come as a pair dressed to some common
'theme'.  He had seemed really insistent on getting the costumes.
"I''ll pick out our costumes.  It'll be a surprise."

It seemed to Maggie that he overdid the "surprise" bit.  But she
agreed, "Okay, but I am not going to dress in a bikini or something!"

Jason knew that Maggie was really working hard at her new job, trying
to make a success of it. Being a television reporter came at a price.
While he had not made a big deal of it to her, Jason was increasingly
miffed at the amount of time which Maggie spent involved in her work. 
Perhaps it was time to make a point....

Maggie thought she would never find out what costumes they were going
to wear, but she finally did.  The party was that night and like many
of the guests at the posh affair, they had taken a room for the night
in the hotel in which the event was being held.

"Well, at least tell me what we going to the party as?" Maggie
prodded.

"I thought it would be fun if we went as a cop and a prisoner. I went
to the costume store and they had a great prisoner costume for you,
it's really just an outfit that will look good on you.  You know, with
a few props to go with it and a real authentic looking policeman's
outfit for me."

"That sounds okay for a theme, I guess, - but how come I am going as
the prisoner?"

"Because I got the costumes, that's why!"

"Well, okay, but I warn you, turn-about is fair play.  I don't want to
look silly in front of my friends and all the guests."

"Yes, dear - but I have to go. Get yourself prettied up and into your
sexy lingerie. See you at 6:30. That'll give us plenty of time to get
dressed, and get you done up.  Bye-bye."

Quickly, he was off the phone, and she was left wondering what he
meant by "done up".

Maggie took the rest of the afternoon to relax and get ready. She took
a relaxing warm bath, and washed and curled her blonde hair. She put
on a white lace bra and panties, and a matching garter belt and dark
tan nylon stockings.

She had just finished her make-up and perfume when she heard a knock
at the hotel room door. Quickly pulling on a short silk robe and
putting on her black leather pumps, she went to greet Jason at the
door.

Her heart leapt to her throat when she saw him. His costume was great!
He wore a dark blue policeman's uniform. It was perfectly pressed, and
was fitted exactly to him.

She had never thought about herself as being the type of woman to go
for a man in a uniform, but seeing him in the authoritative outfit did
have a surprisingly powerful effect on her.

He was holding a box in one hand, and a small bag in the other. "Here
is your costume, dear," he said kissing her on the cheek, "and here
are some accessories."

She took the costume, and said, "I'll go put it on. You're obviously
already to go."

Jason seated himself in a comfortable chair in the seating area and
waited for his wife with more than normal interest.

Maggie took the box and went into the bedroom section of the suite.
She laid the box on the bed and opened it. The costume was a sexy
version of a prisoner's outfit. It consisted of a short-sleeve white
blouse and a short, tight-fitting skirt. The blouse had a large letter
`P' on the front and back and smaller letters on each sleeve.  The
skirt was colored in alternating two-inch horizontal stripes of dark
blue and white. Adding to the unusual look of the outfit was a thick
leather waist belt.

Maggie slipped on the blouse and buttoned it.  It was cut in a low
V-neck exposing an ample display of cleavage. She assumed the `P' on
the blouse stood for `prisoner'. She then stepped into the tight
fitting skirt and fastened the clasp on the waistband.  She knew that
the horizontal stripes were fashioned after a traditional prisoner's
uniform.

She placed the wide leather belt around her waist. The belt had
several D-rings attached around it. The leather belt did not buckle,
but there was a hasp that a snap-ring fit through. As she closed it
she could see that a padlock could easily have been used as well.

She looked at herself in the full-length mirror.  Actually the blouse
skirt outfit fit fine and looked quite flattering on her.  It was the
lettering, the stripes and the leather belt that gave the outfit a
fetish like look. Most surprising was a leather strap that she found
dangling down from the leather belt over the back of the skirt. It
took her a while to figure out where the other end went, but it
appeared that it fit inside the waist band of her skirt, through her
crotch and up to the inside of the front to a ring on the top of the
thick leather belt about her waist!

It took Maggie a while to get the crotch strap properly fastened. The
crotch strap was quite tight, and it pulled down the belt at her waist
in a way that stretched her blouse and exaggerated her cleavage.
Smoothing her freshly styled blonde hair, she checked herself out in
the mirror a second time.

Maggie Seaver presented quite a sight in her uniform! Her curly blonde
hair hung down just above her shoulders, and the thick leather, ring
studded belt about her middle was plainly visible. Her push-up-bra was
doing its work, and her well-sized breasts fairly strained to escape
the tight white material of the low cut blouse.

The short sleeves, and V-neck of the prisoner's top seemed
ridiculously feminine, and the tight, striped mini-skirt was far from
modest in length.

Invisible, but very much on her mind, was the tight strap pressuring
her crotch and sending shivers up her spine almost with every step
that she took. Maggie considered taking the outfit off and telling
Jason, "No way!"

"Don't be such a fuddy-duddy," she said to herself.  After all, this
was a costume party.  There would be many wild costumes based on what
her co-workers had intimated in the last few days. Since there was a
contest, no one had actually divulged his or her costume theme.

Maggie pirouetted on her tall, black, leather high heel pumps. One
last look in the mirror and the lovely, sexily dressed blonde wife
carefully stepped out, knowing that she would make quite an
impression.

It was at this point that she noticed that the blouse had a number
stenciled on its back.  She deciphered it from its backward appearance
in the mirror: 36-24-36. "Real clever," she thought.

She was greeted with a warm hug and a kiss. "You look great," Jason
said. "Lets get you into the rest of your costume."

"The rest?" she asked, and looked over at the table, where there was a
small pile of metal chains, locks, and restraints.  Maggie raised her
eyebrows in amazement.

"Now what?" she thought.

"Since you are my prisoner, you have to be properly chained up, and
these things are a part of the costume.   Part of the deal is that we
have to 'act' in theme at the party.  Remember? Here, let's start out
with these handcuffs.  Arms out, wrists together."

Before Maggie really had a chance to object, her wrists were tightly
clasped in snug fitting metal handcuffs, with her palms facing in
towards her body.

"There, that's a good start," Jason smiled as he looked at his now
partially fettered wife.  Standing with her wrists fettered in front
of her, her breasts fairly spilled over the low-cut bodice of the
white blouse. Maggie made a few tentative tugs on the handcuffs. If
she didn't pull, they didn't hurt at all, but it was quite
uncomfortable if she did pull on them.

He began untangling a set of chains as Maggie took a few steps to and
fro testing the restraint on her wrists. With her hands cuffed in
front of her, and with the tight-fitting skirt, the lovely blonde
walked carefully in her tall, black leather high-heeled pumps.

It seemed that she had passed any point of turning back. There was
really not much that she could do in handcuffs, particularly when they
were locked tightly on her.

Maggie was becoming aware that her costume was sort of putting her
into a different state of mind. She became more aware of the leather
strap that ran through her crotch, and at the same time realized that
now, with her wrists pinioned as they were, she would be unable to
adjust it.

"Just how authentic are we going to be here?" she laughed as he
approached her with a set of leg hobbles.  Her voice betrayed just a
little nervousness.

"Very authentic," he said in an unusually authoritative tone of voice.
"We are going to 'act' our parts.  The invitation specifics everybody
is to remain in character.  Right!  After all, we might win the prize
for the best couple costume."

"By the way, what do we get if we win?" he asked.

"First prize is $300," she replied without much enthusiasm.

"Wow! I've never heard of a $300 prize for a costume party!"

"Well, the chairman really likes to have a good time, and this is one
of the biggest charity parties of the year. I think in the total
budget, the prize is just a small percentage and it tends to bring out
some great costumes," she explained as he carefully locked the
leg-hobbles over her nylon covered ankles just above her high-heels.

"So, do we split the prize if we win?" he asked smiling.  You know
it's better to make a deal up front.

Jason completed his work by connecting a length of chain with clips on
both ends between the leg hobbles and Maggie's wrist cuffs.  The chain
passed through a D-ring on the front of the leather waist belt. A
two-ended clip allowed the chain to be attached to the leather belt
around Maggie's waist.  By adjusting the position of the clip, the
amount of movement allowed to Maggie's arms could be controlled

"Sure, but the competition is going to be pretty tough!" she laughed,
trying to remain positive.

Jason adjusted Maggie's front chain so his wife could raise her wrists
to about the level of her breasts.

"Remember," he said, "if somebody asks who you are, you need to
introduce yourself by your inmate number....do you know what it is?"

"Yes, real cute. Inmate 36-24-36," she replied sarcastically.

Jason smiled.  This was going to be a great evening.

"I think WE are the tough competition. Are those leg hobbles on tight
enough?" he asked.  Maggie took some short steps in her high heels. 
She scowled a bit and nodded.

-_-_-_-_-_

After they walked to the elevator, it was apparent that it would be
difficult for Maggie to get in by herself, in her fettered condition.
Jason helped her so she did not catch a heel in the floor crack at the
entrance to the elevator.

Jason got in beside her, and gave his lovely, alluringly clad wife a
quick kiss. This quite quickly inflamed to passionate playfulness as
Maggie struggled in her bondage to hold him. His hands were like fire
on her breasts and nylon covered thighs.

Maggie had few defenses. If she pulled too hard on her handcuffs,
which were fastened to the connecting chain, it hurt her wrists.  Her
ankles were permitted only the minimum of movement.

"What if somebody gets in?" she whispered.  Jason ignored her. Maggie
knew it would be a long night as he slid his hand up under her skirt
and rubbed her crotch strap into her panties.

Just as the elevator reached the ballroom floor, he finally stopped
fondling her, leaving her breathless, and with her heart pounding.

All eyes were on them as they made their entrance into the party.
There were lots of great costumes. There was a mummy and explorer, a
monster couple, a clown couple, various harem girls with sheiks, and a
mixture of current and past notables. But, Maggie Seaver was the only
'Woman in Chains'.

In keeping with their respective roles, Jason held his well-fettered
wife's arm either on her wrist above her locked handcuffs, or just
above her elbow as they circulated and talked with the other guests.
Maggie figured that he liked the feeling of thr power that he got from
his authority and her forced obedience.

Attractive in normal attire, Maggie got a jealous reaction from all
the women, as though she had used a cheap trick, appearing in chains.
 From the men, she got longing stares. Between her shapely stocking
covered legs and her well-exposed breasts, she was the most watched
attendee at the party.

Her leg hobbles were not really as much of a bother as she had first
feared.  She rapidly learned how to walk in them, even wearing her
tall high heels. The secret was to take small steps.

They circulated around the party, and they exchanged greetings with
many of the other couples, each introducing themselves 'in character'.
 Each time Maggie introduced herself as Inmate 36-24-36 she felt
herself blush.  Equally embarrassing, she had to address Jason as
'Captain, Sir' in front of everyone they met.

Usually, the woman would look at her with a mixture of curiosity,
jealously and disdain.  The man would let his eyes wander from her
legs to her breasts to her face and then examine her fetters again.

Jason got Maggie a drink. With her wrists handcuffed, she could hardly
drink it herself, so he held the glass to her lips.  He then released
the connecting chain allowing it to pass freely through the D-ring on
her waist belt.  With this adjustment his wife could just barely get
her own glass to her lips.

Soon, one of Jason's friends came over, and he asked her if she wanted
help with her drink. Jason said that he had someone to see, so he went
off and left Maggie with his friend, who was giving her a sip of wine
every so often. For a while, they talked, and it seemed as if every
couple in the place stopped to talk to them.  Jason's friend was
dressed as a judge and took great delight in making sure that Maggie
stayed in character.

It was particularly embarrassing that he made her lower her gaze when
speaking to anyone.  He also made her do a sort of curtsy to any woman
who came near.  The man also seemed to be getting more daring in how
he used his hands to guide the fettered blonde around.

Thankfully, Jason came back and asked if she wanted to dance. Maggie
said, "Yes, Captain, Sir" and they took to the floor.

Jason held his wife with one hand at the small of her back, and the
other at the nape of her neck. They did a sort of two-step. The way he
pressed himself against her, Maggie could tell that he was having a
good time!

Her hands were still handcuffed. He had one hand in his, squeezing it
once in a while. Her other hand sort of rested on her breasts. There
were a lot of people on the floor, but Maggie could feel that most of
the men's eyes were on her as the danced around the floor with her
wrists handcuffed and ankles hobbled in her outfit of lettered blouse;
short, striped skirt; stockings and high heels.

Later, they went and got something to eat. Jason had to help feed her,
of course, and then they went over and sat down on the couch next to a
couple that was friends. Jason helped Maggie take a seated position
without stumbling on her high heels.  When she sat, the hem of her
skirt rode high on her nylon covered thighs.  The man was dressed like
a formal English butler. He could not keep his eyes off the lovely,
fettered blonde.  His wife was dressed as a French Maid.

"Giselle'" she introduced herself.

Maggie had seen French Maid outfits before, but never any that were
made with quite such a tight skirt!

"I just love your outfit!" the woman said to Maggie. "And those
handcuffs, they add quite a touch!"

"Thanks," Maggie said, sheepishly. "I like your outfit, too."

"Yes, my good man, those handcuffs really do the trick," said her
husband.  Feigning friendliness, he patted Maggie's nylon covered
thigh. His hand was just a little too 'friendly' for her taste. With
her wrists and ankles cuffed, she could offer no resistance. Jason
seemed to take no notice.  She blushed in embarrassment at being
'pawed' in public.

"I wish I had a pair of cuffs for Giselle, here.  She could use a
little training.  Not quite up to snuff, you know," the butler
continued

"You know," said Jason. "I have an extra pair, but they are up in the
room."

"You want to get the stuff in the room?" Maggie said in amazement.
Jason looked at her and raised his eyebrows.

"Excuse me, Captain, Sir.  Inmate 36-24-36 apologizes for
speaking...."

The man in the butler's outfit smiled at Maggie's role play and said
to Jason, "Will you get them?"  Let's slap Giselle in 'cuffs."

He and Jason went up to the Seaver's hotel room to get the handcuffs,
and Maggie was left talking to the pretty brunette in the French Maid
outfit.  The women were instructed to stay in character if anyone
spoke to them.

The woman held out her hand. "I'm Nancy," she whispered. "Oh, I see
you can't shake right now."

Maggie leaned back, and looked down at her wrists now fastened tightly
to her waist belt. "Not right now," she blushed.  "I'm Maggie."

"Is he ever going to take you out of those?" she asked. 

"Well, it doesn't look like he's going to tonight while we are here at
the ball."

"I think it will be fun to wear them. I hope I get 'cuffed behind my
back."

"I wouldn't be so sure...," Maggie cautioned.  "Giselle, er Karen, I
have to go to the ladies room.  Would you come with and er, help me."

Karen smiled and helped Maggie regain her feet.  She took the fettered
blonde by the elbow and guided her across the room towards the ladies
room.  The two seductively clad women together were a magnet for
attention as they crossed the room.  Each time they were approached
they introduced themselves.

"Giselle."

"Inmate 36-24-36."
 
Finally the duo reached the relative calm of the ladies room.  Maggie
went into a stall.  It was then that she remembered the crotch strap
that was under her skirt.  "Damn that Jason," she thought, but it was
too late.  She needed to go to the bathroom.

Nancy was about to close the stall door when Maggie spoke, "Nancy, I
need your help.  I know this is a little strange, but will you lift up
my skirt.  There's a strap..."

Nancy smiled.  What was this all-about? She re-entered the stall and
tugged Maggie's skirt up to her waist.  It was then she saw the crotch
strap.  She fumbled around and then unfastened it.

"Do you need help with your panties, too?"

Maggie nodded.  Her cheeks were a brilliant red.  Nancy tugged the
wispy panties down over Maggie's exposed garter clips and stocking
tops.  With the panties held at her knees and Nancy holding her skirt
up and crotch strap out of the way, Maggie was able to sit down on the
stool.

Nancy closed the door.  "Call me when you're done."

Maggie released a torrent of urine into the stool. How embarrassing!
She mentally cursed Jason for getting her into this fix. But,
finished, she called softly to Nancy.  The sexily clad maid then wiped
her bottom, pulled up her panties and refastened the crotch strap in
place.

As Maggie was adjusting her skirt as best she could, Karen surprised
her by giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"I still think your chains are sexy," Nancy whispered in Maggie's ear.

"I think that they're a little too much.  Besides, they are tight."

"Too bad that I'm dressed as a maid and not a prison matron...," Karen
said in a low voice as she tested Maggie's chains.  "It would be fun
to boss you around.  What do you think?"

Maggie tried to deflect the question as she exited the rest room. 
What was Karen talking about?

The two women returned to where they had been seated.  Again they had
to endure the attention of every man they encountered as they walked
across the room.  At one point they were stopped by a couple who made
them each stand with their ankles together and say their names. 
"Giselle, Madam."  "Inmate 36-24-36, Sir."

Just as they finally reached the couch area, the men came back. Maggie
remembered all the chains and straps that Jason had up in their room,
and he seemed to have brought them all.

At first they seemed intent on handcuffing Nancy. She stood up in her
high heels, her tight-fitting French Maid outfit, and her seamless
nylon stockings.

Her rich black hair cascaded over the white frill that bordered the
bodice of her low-cut outfit.

"Ohhh," she said. "What are you going to do?"

"Cuff you up," said her husband, the butler. He took her wrist, and
twisted it behind her back. She stumbled forward slightly, but caught
herself. Her other arm was taken behind her, and the metal bracelets
snapped shut about her wrists. He carefully examined the way they were
situated about her wrists, then tightened them.

"They are so tight!" she gasped.

Much to her horror, Maggie was next. Jason helped her to stand up.  He
adjusted the wide leather belt about her waist and buckled it tighter
so that it was almost like a corset. That done he unfastened her
handcuffs from the chain and removed one of them from her wrist. 
Without speaking a word, he pulled her arms behind her back and
re-fastened the handcuffs behind her back.

"What are you doing...doing, Sir," Maggie said with a pleading tone in
her voice.

"Oh, just touching up a bit," he said nonchalantly.

Jason attached a chain to the leather belt at her belly. He took that
down through her crotch, and attached it behind her back to the link
of her handcuffs.

Next, he took a strap, wrapped it about her elbows, and buckled them
tightly together. With her arms pulled back behind herself, she was
forced to stand very tall, her breasts thrust outward. Then he
re-tightened the chain that bisected her crotch. This action served to
pull her skirt up exposing even more of her stockings on her thighs. 
While Maggie could not tell, anyone standing a few feet back from her
could plainly see the darker tops of her nylons peeking out beneath
the hem of her skirt!

"Let's go back to the floor," he said, inviting her to dance. 

Shuffling in her bondage, she gasped, "I can't dance like this!"

Jason ignored her protest.  Taking her by the elbow, he gently pulled
Maggie to the dance floor, and pressed his hips against hers with his
right hand, and the back of her shoulder with his left. Maggie
followed his lead, and they danced for several minutes until the music
stopped.

"And now," broke in an announcer on the stage. "It's time for the
"best costume" contest!"

"We have four finalists! As they are called, will they please come
forward to the stage."

He called two couples up to the stage.

The first couple wore harem and sheik outfits, the next was a
well-built explorer and her companion, the mummy.

Jason and Maggie were called next. Jason helped her ascend the several
steps up to the platform. They received a scattered applause as they
went out on the podium. Next Nancy and her husband were called. She
still was in handcuffs as well as her French Maid outfit.

They won! They got the $300. Jason was so excited that he let out a
victory yell.  Maggie stood on the stage teetering in her high-heeled
pumps, arms bound behind her, hobbles on her ankles, short, striped
skirt tugged up by her crotch chain exposing her nylons from the
darker top section all the way down to her high heels.

The master-of-ceremonies came over and gave them the check. He gave
Maggie a big kiss on the mouth for winning. There wasn't much she
could do about that...or the friendly pat on the rump that he gave
her.

Well, since they won, Maggie didn't see any reason why she needed to
be handcuffed and leg-hobbled any more. The party was still going on,
and she knew that she looked good.  But enough was enough. The
crotch-chain was too much!

She complained to Jason, and before she knew it, a rubber ball-gag was
forced between her teeth and tightly buckled and locked under her
shiny blonde curls. They stayed another couple of hours, and Maggie
stayed in full bondage.

Finally, he led her out of the party, took her up to their room,
unfastened her ball-gag, and gave her a kiss. Taking his wife into the
bedroom, he removed her ankle hobbles, crotch chain, crotch strap and
panties.  With her hands still fastened behind her, he had her kneel
on their bed.  He pulled her skirt bottom up over her stocking tops
and garter belt and told her to hold it with her hands.

Kneeling as she was, he gave her a couple of playful swats on her
exposed bottom.  He then removed his own pants, knelt up behind her
and began to screw his lovely, fettered blonde wife in earnest.

The next day Maggie was still wrestling with her own feelings about
the events of the prior evening.

Jason said he had another idea for a costume. He knew it was probably
a year until the next costume party, but why not try it out?

Maggie nodded. She was looking forward to the next one with a mixture
of uncertainty, curiosity and excitement.

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