Jupe : 01 - Gagged, Veiled and Tied Up in a Hobble Skirt (self/M)
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01 - Gagged, Veiled and Tied Up in a Hobble Skirt
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By Jupe
Thursday, April 6th 2006 - 07:10:45 PM
GAGGED, VEILED AND TIED UP IN A HOBBLE SKIRT
Starting in my underwear and tights, I first slipped on a long-leg full-body lycra catsuit. Later, with my other clothes on over the top, even if I was hot, I wouldn't be able to take it off. Effectively this would mean that I would be forced to wear the catsuit and forced to wear tights.
Next came my hobble skirt. My hobble skirt consists of cotton material sown with one seam into a tube or cylinder; its length is double the measurement from my waist to my ankles. Its internal circumference is a couple of inches larger than the circumference of my body around the hips. I turned it inside out and stepped into it, until the lower hem was just above my ankles, and the upper hem was under my armpits, with the upper half of the material scrunched up above my waist. I then fastened a belt around my middle, and turned the material of the upper half the correct way out, and pulled it downwards to cover the belt. I gently tugged what was now the outer layer of my skirt all the way down to my ankles. From the waist to the ankles, I now wore a double sheath of cotton, and any attempt to walk was severely restrained. I also made a distinct frou-frou at every limited step.
I gagged myself with a ball gag made from rolled up cloth and string. I knotted the string behind my neck. Now unable to speak, I put foam earplugs in my ears to reduce my hearing. I then took the first of my silk scarves, folded it into a triangle, and tied it on over my mouth, outlaw-style, with the knot on the top of my head. My ball gag was now concealed, and the scarf gag could not slip-off downwards.
After this, I took a piece of white nylon net curtain sufficiently large to cover my entire head, neck and the top part of my shoulders. To prevent this from coming loose, the best means of holding it safely in place is by passing a large rubber band over the head, down to the neck. This is sufficient to hold the net in place without any danger of strangulation.
The net curtain made an effective veil, reducing vision, but without rendering me completely sightless, and air can easily pass through it for breathing. However, it also meant that I couldn't un-gag myself. Next, I put on a crew-neck sweater and pulled this fully into place.
So as not to look like some kind of alien with an all-white head, I took my second silk scarf and tied it on in Audrey Hepburn style, with the knot behind my neck. Worn like this, it concealed the rubber band that held my nylon veil in place. Beneath my scarf, I was veiled: and beneath my veil, I was gagged. (In fact, doubly-gagged).
It only now remained for me to slip the first of my wrists into the previously-prepared double loop of string. I then inserted the other, loose, half of the loop through a slip knot on a second piece of string (whose other end was temporarily attached to a door handle). Moving both my hands behind my back, I then inserted my other wrist into the looped string in the opposite direction, twisted so my arms were now parallel, and then pulled on the second string so that the slip knot tightened. My wrists were now tied together behind my back. I released the far end of the second string from the door, and began to take very restricted steps around the apartment.
My hobble skirt impeded my every step and really slowed me down. With my head beneath one layer of nylon and two layers of satin, and with foam earplugs and two gags, I could hear my every breath was rasping.
I made a slow passage towards the full-length mirror behind the front door. I contemplated myself, from the floor upwards. Black shoes and black nylon-clad ankles, and then the long green skirt up to my waist, completely concealing the shiny blue lycra beneath. Moving upwards, the blue sweater. And my wrists tied together behind my back. But my head was the most fascinating. Veiled in white beneath a blue satin scarf. Due to a quirk of lighting and reflection, through my nylon veil it looked as if I were wearing a full-face scarf - my face appeared completely blank, white and featureless. Only if I stood right next to the mirror could I perceive the scarf gag beneath my veil. And of course the ball gag beneath that was completely concealed.
I had left the sharp kitchen knife in the bottom of a water-filled sink of crockery and cutlery. There was no way I could recover it with my hands tied behind me. I slowly swished my way from the hall into the bedroom, where I had left a short penknife on the bed. I sat down on the bed and did my best to manipulate the knife towards my bonds. Now I discovered, too late, that my wrists were tied too tightly together for this small knife to be of any use! I couldn't escape!
I sat there as this eventuality sank in. How long would I be trapped like this? My heaving breath rasped in my blocked ears. My throat was dry, as my ball gag was absorbing all my saliva - I could scarcely swallow. Beneath the layers of satin and nylon, sweat started to pour down my face.
I stood up and slowly made my way back to the mirror next to the front door, my skirt tight against my shins and calves at every short step. I contemplated my predicament once more. Featureless. Helpless. At least my bladder wasn't very full. With a catsuit on - very deliberately, as extra, hidden, bondage - no matter how much I struggled, I couldn't remove my underwear. Not only was I tied up, unless I was free to get completely undressed, I would of course eventually wet my knickers, tights and catsuit.
Apart from being in a potentially serious situation, this was the best self-bondage I'd ever had. MAKE SURE THAT YOU CAN ESCAPE!
After a protracted period, I somehow succeeded in slipping the string off my wrists. But for a time I really was the helpless heroine - gagged, veiled, hands tied uselessly behind my back, my legs restrained by my narrow ankle-length skirt. And there was one final, hidden, element in this portrayal. Completely concealed beneath my hobble skirt, lycra catsuit, tights and knickers, was my male pride.
JUPE
Europe
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Jupe's stories
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Index of all stories in the "Archive for Everyone" section
01 - Gagged, Veiled and Tied Up in a Hobble Skirt
Story index at the bottom
By Jupe
Thursday, April 6th 2006 - 07:10:45 PM
GAGGED, VEILED AND TIED UP IN A HOBBLE SKIRT
Starting in my underwear and tights, I first slipped on a long-leg full-body lycra catsuit. Later, with my other clothes on over the top, even if I was hot, I wouldn't be able to take it off. Effectively this would mean that I would be forced to wear the catsuit and forced to wear tights.
Next came my hobble skirt. My hobble skirt consists of cotton material sown with one seam into a tube or cylinder; its length is double the measurement from my waist to my ankles. Its internal circumference is a couple of inches larger than the circumference of my body around the hips. I turned it inside out and stepped into it, until the lower hem was just above my ankles, and the upper hem was under my armpits, with the upper half of the material scrunched up above my waist. I then fastened a belt around my middle, and turned the material of the upper half the correct way out, and pulled it downwards to cover the belt. I gently tugged what was now the outer layer of my skirt all the way down to my ankles. From the waist to the ankles, I now wore a double sheath of cotton, and any attempt to walk was severely restrained. I also made a distinct frou-frou at every limited step.
I gagged myself with a ball gag made from rolled up cloth and string. I knotted the string behind my neck. Now unable to speak, I put foam earplugs in my ears to reduce my hearing. I then took the first of my silk scarves, folded it into a triangle, and tied it on over my mouth, outlaw-style, with the knot on the top of my head. My ball gag was now concealed, and the scarf gag could not slip-off downwards.
After this, I took a piece of white nylon net curtain sufficiently large to cover my entire head, neck and the top part of my shoulders. To prevent this from coming loose, the best means of holding it safely in place is by passing a large rubber band over the head, down to the neck. This is sufficient to hold the net in place without any danger of strangulation.
The net curtain made an effective veil, reducing vision, but without rendering me completely sightless, and air can easily pass through it for breathing. However, it also meant that I couldn't un-gag myself. Next, I put on a crew-neck sweater and pulled this fully into place.
So as not to look like some kind of alien with an all-white head, I took my second silk scarf and tied it on in Audrey Hepburn style, with the knot behind my neck. Worn like this, it concealed the rubber band that held my nylon veil in place. Beneath my scarf, I was veiled: and beneath my veil, I was gagged. (In fact, doubly-gagged).
It only now remained for me to slip the first of my wrists into the previously-prepared double loop of string. I then inserted the other, loose, half of the loop through a slip knot on a second piece of string (whose other end was temporarily attached to a door handle). Moving both my hands behind my back, I then inserted my other wrist into the looped string in the opposite direction, twisted so my arms were now parallel, and then pulled on the second string so that the slip knot tightened. My wrists were now tied together behind my back. I released the far end of the second string from the door, and began to take very restricted steps around the apartment.
My hobble skirt impeded my every step and really slowed me down. With my head beneath one layer of nylon and two layers of satin, and with foam earplugs and two gags, I could hear my every breath was rasping.
I made a slow passage towards the full-length mirror behind the front door. I contemplated myself, from the floor upwards. Black shoes and black nylon-clad ankles, and then the long green skirt up to my waist, completely concealing the shiny blue lycra beneath. Moving upwards, the blue sweater. And my wrists tied together behind my back. But my head was the most fascinating. Veiled in white beneath a blue satin scarf. Due to a quirk of lighting and reflection, through my nylon veil it looked as if I were wearing a full-face scarf - my face appeared completely blank, white and featureless. Only if I stood right next to the mirror could I perceive the scarf gag beneath my veil. And of course the ball gag beneath that was completely concealed.
I had left the sharp kitchen knife in the bottom of a water-filled sink of crockery and cutlery. There was no way I could recover it with my hands tied behind me. I slowly swished my way from the hall into the bedroom, where I had left a short penknife on the bed. I sat down on the bed and did my best to manipulate the knife towards my bonds. Now I discovered, too late, that my wrists were tied too tightly together for this small knife to be of any use! I couldn't escape!
I sat there as this eventuality sank in. How long would I be trapped like this? My heaving breath rasped in my blocked ears. My throat was dry, as my ball gag was absorbing all my saliva - I could scarcely swallow. Beneath the layers of satin and nylon, sweat started to pour down my face.
I stood up and slowly made my way back to the mirror next to the front door, my skirt tight against my shins and calves at every short step. I contemplated my predicament once more. Featureless. Helpless. At least my bladder wasn't very full. With a catsuit on - very deliberately, as extra, hidden, bondage - no matter how much I struggled, I couldn't remove my underwear. Not only was I tied up, unless I was free to get completely undressed, I would of course eventually wet my knickers, tights and catsuit.
Apart from being in a potentially serious situation, this was the best self-bondage I'd ever had. MAKE SURE THAT YOU CAN ESCAPE!
After a protracted period, I somehow succeeded in slipping the string off my wrists. But for a time I really was the helpless heroine - gagged, veiled, hands tied uselessly behind my back, my legs restrained by my narrow ankle-length skirt. And there was one final, hidden, element in this portrayal. Completely concealed beneath my hobble skirt, lycra catsuit, tights and knickers, was my male pride.
JUPE
Europe
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Jupe's stories
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Index of all stories in the "Archive for Everyone" section