Karen – New Year’s Toys by MonsterP63
New Year’s Eve amongst friends. Adult, mature friends. No big party, no loud music, just a bunch of friends gathering in one’s home for the New Year.
Beer, wine, some snacks and good company. Karen was all out for it.
She parked her car in front of her friend’s house and walked out, looking, somewhat with some hesitation, at the bag on the back seat. She smiled. Maybe later. Maybe on her way back home.
She entered the home. All her friends were there: Lynda, Sandra, Suzy, Phil, Derek, Mr. Thompson, Valerie, Pete or course, since this was his house. The whole gang was there.
“You look good,” said Pete, giving her a hug. “A little… different but… you look good.”
She giggled. It was a fact that she wasn’t seen often in baggy clothes. She was more of the extremely tight, figure hugging, struggle to put on jeans, shirts and leather jackets. This time, she had loose fitting jeans, and a loose knitted shirt with a high collar. The one thing that was obvious was her heels. She would never go out with out heels. She even thought for an instant to come in with her ballet heels, but that would have been too much.
She hugged every body and took a beer, sitting, chatting. She was often squirming, like uncomfortable, her face pinching like if something was hurting her. Sometimes, it seemed to be random and other times it seemed to be when someone yelled or the whole group laughed very loudly at a joke or a situation, as they watched the end of year shows on TV.
Pete sat next to her on the sofa.
“So, Karen. How’s life?” he asked, half joking.
“Life is good. How about you?”
“Oh, could be better but isn’t the same thing for every body?”
“Yeah, of course. It could be better,” said Karen, taking a sip of her beer.
“Say, Karen, I noticed that you… squirm a lot, like there’s something uncomfortable bothering you.
Are you sure you’re okay? There’s no shame to use the bathroom, you know, and if’s a… woman problem, I’m sure Val, Sandra or Lynda would be happy to help.”
“No, no. I’m fine,” she said, forcing a smile at the same time Derek laughed very loudly.
“No… Don’t tell me… That’s why you have baggy clothes, don’t you?” asked Pete. “You’re in… full gear, right?”
“Me? No, It’s not the right place and…”
Before she could react, Pete reached for her shirt and pulled it up, revealing a shiny black belly and also a shiny silver belt.
“Yeah, you’re in full suit and wearing your belt on, right?”
Sandra turned around. She was wearing a loose skirt and a loose fitting blouse.
“You what?” she asked, sparks in her eyes.
Pete lifted her shit again, showing her latex belly and the outline of her chastity belt. Karen just stood there, not reacting.
“Oh, come on Karen. We were puzzled by your loose fitting clothes. We had our doubts. Go on, we know you. Get it out. Show us.”
“No,” said Karen, “I don’t want to outshine or outcast anybody…
“I show you mine, you show me yours.” said Sandra, lifting her skirt slightly, revealing her chastity belt.
“I’m not in latex but I do have my corset,” said Lynda.
“Come on! Show us!!” said Pete, pulling off Karen’s shirt from over her head, revealing her neck entry black latex catsuit. “Now take the pants off… There you go. Now, THIS is the Karen we know.”
They all clapped and Karen twitched.
“Are your toys… sound activated?” asked Lynda, getting closer.
“They… might…” said Karen.
“Where is the rest of it?” asked Pete.
“What do you mean?”
“You know, the hood, the gag, the ballet boots, the corset.”
“I don’t have them with me.”
“That’s a bold lie!” said Sandra. “I bet they are in your car.”
Karen blushed.
“Well, what are you waiting for? Go get them!” said Lynda.
Half happy, half anxious, she walked out to her car to return with the bag she had put on the back eat. She opened it to reveal the corset, the ballet boots, the hood, the gag, and even some leather cuffs and collars.
“You came prepared.” said Lynda, in awe.
“No… Not really. It’s my… go to bag.”
“Yeah, right,” she said, picking a leather collar, discovering padlocks in the bottom of the bag.
“Where are the keys?”
“It’s not important.” quickly said Karen, grabbing the padlock and putting it back in the bag. “I’m locking myself tonight. That’s why I have the key to the belt in my purse.”
“Oh, then! Perfect. Take it off, I’ll help you put on your corset.” said Derek.
“No… It’s okay, guys. This is a party about the New Year, not about me.” said Karen, quickly packing back her bag. “I’ll get that bag back in my car and re-dressed.”
“No you’re not.” said Pete, blocking the the door. “You’re gonna wear it. You’re gonna spend switch to the New Year in full gear!
They argued loudly, and she had to bend her knees as her toys were firing.
“Hum…. Okay, okay… I’ll do it.” she said, hands at her crotch.
Twenty minutes later, she was walking out of the guest bedroom in corset, her chastity belt tightly locking it in place. She was also standing on ballet boots, her head was covered by a thick latex hood and her mouth was enhanced by a bright red ballgag. Leather cuffs around her wrists, elbows and ankles, as well as a wide collar was completing the outfit.
“Now, THAT’S the Karen we know.” said Pete.
Karen walked in the middle of the living room. She was about to sit when Derek and Phil grabbed her.
“Wffghat?” she began to ask, but she had the answer very quickly. Sandra and Lynda proceeded to add padlocks to all the cuffs, linking her ankles with a short chain and her arms in her back, elbows touching.
Karen was trying to get away, nodding “no” and muffling many “no”
“Mfooo! Mfooo! Ooommph hhaaaaffh eeeysss.” she yelled through her gag.
“You… you don’t have the keys?” Where are they?”
“Oommgph…”
“Home? That’s a three hours drive! Oh well. You should have thought of that.”
“I did.” thought Karen, “That’s why I didn’t wanted to bring the bag of goodies inside.”
“Then why did you brought the bag inside and… why did you put the cuffs on?” asked Derek.
“Hmfffff….” was the answer.
“Hey! It’s one minute to midnight!” yelled Valerie.
They watched the TV with the countdown.
“Five… Four… Three… Two…”
“With each loud numbers, Karen was twitching. Her app was picking their yelling.
“ONE!!! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!” they all yelled at the same time.
Karen’s knees flexed and she leaned against a wall.
“Oh, oh.. I have a surprise for you, guys.” said Pete, going to the back of the house and opening the patio door. “Come out, everybody. I have… FIREWORKS!”
Karen’s eyes widened. Her phone. Where was her phone. She had to turn off the sound app. Where was her phone and… how would she turn it off with her arms tied up? Fuck. She didn’t thought of that… Or did she.
Pete smiled, showing that he had her phone and gestured her to come out.
“It’s gonna be fun! Okay, three, two, one!”
Karen’s legs flexed. Her eyes rolled back.
Yes, she would remember that first of January… if she survives it.
(c) monsterp63 31st of December 2024