this wasn't supposed to be my costume... self/M, discovered

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this wasn't supposed to be my costume... self/M, discovered

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It was a fun new twist on my self-bondage play, and I found myself in the most helpless of predicaments. I had a friend on the way over this evening to meet up for the Halloween party in my condo building. I had a couple of hours before he arrived so I thought I would indulge in some self-bondage to clear it out of my mind a little. I started off by taking a nice hot shower to get cleaned up, then I got dressed.
I started off in a thick, doubled diaper, frilly socks, a bonnet, light pink, babyish short romper, a pacifier gag, and a bib. I set about moving a modified high-backed reclining chair into the center of my living room, I had added wheels on it to make it easier to move. I had altered this chair also with a lot of eye-bolts on it to clip straps so it was reminiscent of a stroller. I then sat down at the chair with my bag of straps beside me. Starting at my ankles, I began clipping the straps to the chair, holding me snug in place. I worked my way up and soon my legs were fully secured. I buckled on a harness to hold my torso snug to the chair. I made loops for my upper arms and wrist. Making sure I had backup scissors on a string I put on some fleece baby-looking mittens (which rendered my hands near useless, and slipped my arms in, I had the straps snug, but loose enough where I would be able to slip out. I was snug, comfortable, and unless I were to pull on my arms, tightly bound to this chair.
I then heard my door opening James call out that he was a bit early. I heard footsteps and then I heard a voice behind me “well done, I love the setup”. I tried to turn to look, but could not fully. My friend James had arrived early. I struggled to pull my arms out and found them stuck, having I guess set the straps too tight, and I mmphed into my gag as best I could. “I love what you have done, is this what you want to go as for the party?” I tried to say no and point to the scissors with my eyes. “Oh scissors?” he asked, “don't worry, I will move those out of the way.” And with that, he took away my escape. “I am going to tighten these some, as they look a little loose,” he said as he fully secured my arms even more. “In fact, I can do you one better” he stated as he bent over and tightened all the straps, further restricting my limited movement. Now I had almost no wiggle room. I struggled all I could and tried to mmmph that I wanted out and that this was not my costume, that this was just some self-bondage, but he only responded “it looks great. I can’t believe you did this for a costume, you are pretty daring.” It seemed like he genuinely thought I planned it this way. “I am going to finish getting ready,” he said, “when I get done we can head down.”
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Re: this wasn't supposed to be my costume... self/M, discove

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Did you get to spend the whole party getting kissed and cheek pinched, helpless? The way this came about sounds like something that would happen to Mr. Bean.
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