Chicken Dance bondage story | cuffs, police, prison, prostitutes

Julia woke to the feeling of a hard surface under her body. She started to stretch her legs, only to find that her feet met an equally hard surface after a few inches. Reaching out in the total inky darkness she explored her new home. It was not hard to guess what had happened. During her sleep someone had sealed her in a small wooden crate.

Fresh air blew over her face from a small duct in the roof. That not only informed her that she would not suffocate, but that the maker of the box intended her to spend a while in it quite safely. Her mind flashed back to a few weeks ago when she had taunted her boyfriend with her upcoming birthday.

‘I expect a big surprise on my 21st.’ she had demanded with a pout, thrusting her hips and breasts at him aggressively. He had asked her what she would like. ‘What ever it is, it should come in a large box.’ she had insisted.

“What ever it is it should come in a large box.” now haunted her. She had not meant that she should be in the box, but that was how his mind worked. He was a real fan of love bondage and also had that sort of creative mind that enabled him to come up the most amazing pranks to play on her.

During the last few months of their relationship, Julia reckoned she had been tied up in every conceivable way and embarrassed in more ways than she had ever believed possible. She had been hog-tied, chair-tied, mummified, breast bound, crotchroped, locked in cages, handcuffed to strangers, handcuffed to lampposts, stripped, dressed in drag, dressed in corsets, dressed in latex, treated as a slave, treated as furniture, made to pull a cart as a pony girl, dressed as a maid and expected to wait on his friends, suspended from the ceiling, buried up to her neck at the beach, gunged with every conceivable substance, but never sealed in a crate. How many more ideas does this man have? she wondered.

She knew that he would be sitting outside the box, reading a book and listening carefully to see if she demanded her freedom with the safeword. However she had no intention of begging release, or paying the price of accepting some crazy, silly dare, which they had agreed the use of the safe word demanded.

As her hands explored the confines of her prison and she experimented with sitting up, she remembered how she had met her Master. It had all started at the local nightclub. He had walked up to her with a smile on his face and asked her outright if she had been naughty.

The nightclub was staging a prostitutes and police officers evening for singles. People either dressed as male or female prostitutes or as police officers, depending on their tastes. She was dressed in an ultra tight black miniskirt with black fishnets and 6-inch heels. She had a tube top on that strained to hold her breasts in without bursting. Glitter makeup and nail polish finished off her total appearance.

He was in a hired police uniform and had signalled his true hobby with no less than 6 pairs of handcuffs arranged on his belt. He waved his truncheon under her nose. Her mind boggled at the fact it was shaped like a penis.

‘Made it off a cast of the original.’ he said with a wink She felt a damp feeling between her legs when she thought of the size of the truncheon he was waving. ‘Cool it love.’ she said to herself, ‘Bullshit artist.’

‘I have been very very naughty.’ she said provocatively to him and held her wrists out, expecting to receive a good set of bracelets to offset her outfit and signal to him she was interested. Many of the other prostitutes had already been cuffed and had partners for the evening.

‘Turn around and put hands on your head then.’ he commanded with a mock authoritarian tone. Her heart in her mouth she obeyed. ‘This is no ordinary guy. He is a realist.’ she thought to herself. She felt a cuff being placed on her right wrist and her hands pulled behind her back. Classic cop arrest, she thought, Just like on TV.

He had carefully not locked the cuffs too tight so she was comfortable, but certainty they were snug. She felt him double lock the cuffs so that they would not close anymore by accident. To her surprise, he locked a second set of cuffs above her elbows and reach down to lock a set of ankle cuffs on her legs. She was now totally helpless with her arms sealed behind her back and a 6 inch hobble chain linking her ankles. Yep - A real enthusiast, she thought. Putting his hand on her wrist chain he guided her over to the barred prison area for her to be held while he fetched her a drink.

‘Lucky bitch,’ whispered one of the women to her. ‘Mine only cuffed me in front and they are so loose, I could pull my hands right out. And yours is a spunk!’

Later that night, Julia had thrown herself willingly onto the large king-size bed and opened her limbs wide as her new found man locked soft leather cuffs around her arms, legs and waist in classic five point medical restraint. He was certainly a realist, as he had insisted she dress in a hospital nightgown with him in a doctor’s coverall before they started. It was only after a good hour of beautifully tormenting foreplay that she discovered his truncheon was not an exaggeration - It was the start of a wonderful friendship!!!

A sudden sound jolted her back into the present. ‘Good morning love,’ came the voice from speakers mounted in the box. ‘Time to play a little game called Guess the size.’ She stared towards the roof of the crate, but saw absolutely nothing. The darkness was incredible, no light at all could penetrate the sealed crate.

The voice continued, ‘You are sealed in a nice STRONG wooden crate. To get free, you must work out the exact size of your new home. There are some rules as well, just to make it fun. Only one guess every half hour and every wrong guess earns you 1 hour in the box. All the time you are in there, I will play some nice elevator music to listen to.’

‘Are you ready?’ he asked.

Julia reached out in the pitch blackness and tried to judge the distance from each wall in relation to her body size. It was amazing how hard distance was to judge without vision and when you couldn’t stretch out fully. ‘1 metre long, 800 cm high and 400 cm wide,’ she called out.

‘Wrong, totally wrong.’ came the laughing reply. ‘Catch you in 30 minutes.’

The voice was suddenly replaced with a loud tune. “dunna dunna dunna nuh, dunna dunna dunna nah, dun dun dun nah” came out over the loudspeakers.

‘CHICKEN DANCE’ she screamed. ‘YOU CANNOT BE SERIOUS!’

After 30 minutes of that maddening tune, she was ready to climb the walls of her prison, had it been possible to move more than a few inches in any direction. She had tried to plug her ears with her fingers, but the volume was too loud to block out. For the first time in years, she wished she didn’t sleep naked, at least she could have used some clothes to make earmuffs.

‘Second guess’ said the voice.

She could see the smirk on his face. ‘1.1 metres long, 750 cm high and 350 cm wide.’ she called with desperation.

‘Right length, wrong apart from that.’ came his reply. ‘Thought this would be child’s play. Want to buy your way out with a dare?’

She told him to get stuffed and the music started again. After 3 more guesses she finally realised that even if she got it right she had another 4 hours of penalty to pay due to her wrong guesses. ‘I’LL TAKE A DARE’ she yelled over the music, which by now was driving her mad.

Immediately, the music switched off and she realised he must have been sitting right beside the box.

‘I dare you to …..’

The next day, she finished painting her legs bright red and pulled on the feathered chicken suit. Carefully arranging her beak on the end of her nose, she walked out to catch a bus to meet him outside his work at 5pm. ‘Only 9 more days to go’ she reminded herself as she braved the laughter from the entire bus.

“dunna dunna dunna nuh, dunna dunna dunna nah, dun dun dun nah” she hummed as she walked along the bus to find a seat.