Jacqueline still couldn't believe what was happening as she strolled around the club, sipping at a drink.  She caught sight of herself in one of the mirrors scattered about and stopped to stare again.  She was wearing an opaque latex suit that covered her head to toe, with only toothless-zipper openings for her eyes and mouth (currently open), another between her legs (currently closed) and a hole at the top for her hair.  The design of the suit was elaborate, and curious.  The arms and legs were patterned as octopus tentacles, indigo, with white suckers facing the front.  The suckers weren't really 3-d, but each one had just a hint of a raised edge around the circular shape, making them stand out with reflected highlights without disturbing the line of the suit.  The pattern continued from the arms down the sides, making them seem similar in length and symmetry to the legs.  The "V" this created over the torso and abdomen had a busy regular pattern of seaweed and small fish that extended up into the hood of the suit.  Her hair was dyed half green in strips, mixed with her natural brown, and left stringy, matching the seaweed pattern quite well.  Her lips were carefully glossed in stripes of white, black and orange, making a clown-fish when they were closed, and makeup over her eyelids made them nearly disappear into the pattern of the hood.

Jackie didn't think much of her own looks normally, but with the hood and the makeup and the unmentioned but thoughtfully-included reinforcing panels in the suit, she was completely unrecognizable, and even she had to admit she looked sexy as hell.  True, the pattern of the suit created an odd effect as she walked around, essentially four disembodied tentacles, but it was mostly designed for the performance rather than to appeal on its own.  Which reminded her to glance at the Little Mermaid watch she'd bought in a playful impulse...seeing her "free time" was about up, she hurried back towards the performance area.

For much of Jackie's adult life, bondage had been a furtive sort of obsession...she'd restrain herself just long enough to find release, then quickly hide all the evidence from any hypothetical visitor to her bedroom.  These sessions were never quite fulfilling, because they were short and stressful, full of fear of her roommate Deb finding out and what she'd think of her, even though they each had their own bedrooms, with working locks.  And because she was rarely entirely satisfied, she did it more often, which only increased her stress about being discovered, and a vicious cycle had ensued.

But since Jacqueline had finally gathered the nerve to go beyond solo efforts and put herself into someone else's hands for a bondage session (or two), she'd changed.  Now, having experienced what it could be like without any of that stress, being given all the time she needed, no tension but the delicious nervousness of not knowing what was coming next, able to make as much noise as she wanted (or could, given the circumstances)...it was amazing.  She'd relaxed some and she felt a little more comfortable with herself and her body in general.  It even occasionally turned her thoughts away from self-bondage, and more towards situations where she might again be...enjoyed by others.  She'd found a web page advertising "alternative" Halloween parties in her area, and couldn't stop fantasizing about the idea of going, in some anonymous fetishy outfit.

Unfortunately, that sort of gear was quite expensive, so she hadn't thought it could really be more than a fantasy...these were high-end affairs, and anything she could cobble together on her own would probably just be lame and embarrassing, and even the entrance fee (though it included drink vouchers and a buffet) was well over her budget.  But when one of the party organizers posted a message asking for volunteers for "installations", Jackie had been quick to reply.  After some back-and-forth, all the details came out.  She would receive free admission to the party and a custom-made costume.  In return, she'd be part of the decorations/entertainment for 90 minutes on, 30 minutes off, from 9pm to 3am.  They'd even let her keep the costume afterward.  She agreed, and sent her measurements, hoping they wouldn't take one look at them and never reply again...short and more padded than she liked, she was far from the bondage model ideal (or what she imagined it to be).  But a response came quickly, telling her to expect the costume in a week and let them know asap if there were any problems with the fit or anything else.

Now here she was, wearing it, in semi-public.  As she maneuvered through the crowded club, even surrounded by beautiful people in elaborate costumes, she was still getting attention...appreciative, lingering looks from both men and women.

It was a wonderful feeling.

One of the staff let her into the curtained-off area and she set her drink aside, removing her watch as well and setting it around the base of the glass.

"I'm almost done with Dee, just a sec," said the rigger.  He was checking the tightness of the harness strapped around the torso of another woman.  She looked identical to Jackie, aside from being a good seven inches taller.  "How's that?" he asked her.

"Fine!" she said, straining a little to be heard over the club's music, but grinning and making a thumbs-up gesture.  Jacqueline wondered what she was like in normal circumstances - they'd only just been introduced when the evening had started, and she hadn't been able to talk to her during the first break.  All she really knew was that her name was Dee and she seemed as thrilled as Jackie was to be here.  Maybe not even that much...to keep her anonymity she was going by "Sidney", after all, only the organizer knew her real name.

The rigger nodded to Dee and she lay down on a black futon couch, stretching out sideways.  They'd already done this once, so this time they didn't need prompting.  Jackie, in turn, knelt down in front of her, scooting backwards until her back was against Dee's stomach.  She raised her arms above her head and the rigger quickly knelt down to begin pulling the extra straps on Dee's harness around the smaller woman's chest and buckling her in securely.  Once she and the rigger were both satisfied, the latter attached the steel cables to Dee's harness and raised them slowly, guiding them with his hands until Jacqueline's legs were above the futon and they could be rotated properly.

Now hanging horizontally, the women made a plus-shape, and the design of their suits made more sense, as together their limbs were the proper number and distribution.  The rigger attached the large inflatable octopus head and body onto Dee's back.  It was large enough that their legs and arms looked a bit stubby as tentacles, so foam latex extensions were slipped onto each limb, making them longer and evening out the length differences.  The extensions had actual formed suckers as well, and a simple but reliable motorized action that made them curl and uncurl.  The leg extensions were on a timer, but the hand ones could be triggered with a sliding switch from inside.

The rigger looked at everything to make sure he was satisfied and that the tentacle motors were all working, then spun them so he stood between the women's heads.

"Ok, we're going live...I know you've got it down, but I'm contractually obligated to remind you...emergency signal is 'supergirl pose', arms together, legs together.  All set?"  The bound-together women both nodded, and the rigger carefully zipped closed the mouth and eye holes of their suits, leaving only the nose holes to breathe through.  Jacqueline had felt herself growing increasingly moist as the preparations progressed, but this pushed her over the edge and she stifled a moan.  But hearing a happy noise from Dee off to her right as her own mask was sealed, Jackie realized the impulse to stay quiet was out of habit, and there was no need here.  She let out a long satisfied hum of pleasure.

Jacqueline felt Dee stiffen for a moment, then heard a giggle and felt her grind slightly against her back, which prompted a gasp of her own, and a louder hum.  The rigger chuckled.

"Save some for the crowd, ladies?"  He retreated to the edge of the curtained area and took his seat to supervise, poking a hand out in an "ok" gesture.

Outside the curtain, a member of the staff walked over, or maybe clomped?  She was in a "sexy pirate" costume, professional-quality, and showing impressive cleavage.  But one of her arms and both legs were folded double and wrapped securely, then capped with a hook and peg-legs respectively.  It seemed impossible that she could balance, let alone walk, but she was an accomplished dancer and had practiced quite a bit.

"Arrr, y'er attention, kinksters!  Our terr'r o' tha deep, the 'Ohhh'-ctapus, has been sighted once marr!"  The woman made the last "O" long and drew it out, rubbing her good hand down her chest with a suggestive expression.  People nearby hooted and applauded.  She reached out with the hook and pulled a ring, which caused the curtain to rise and reveal Dee and Jackie, and there were cheers and wider applause.  Keeping their arms and legs spread and waving under the head-piece, the extensions curling in and out, it all looked surprisingly realistic, while still leaving no doubt there were two women inside all that latex, thoroughly enjoying themselves.  They were suspended low enough so the tentacles could easily reach anyone laying on the futon, and vice versa.  "Pictures are a score o' greenbacks, an two full minutes o' fierce bat'l or sens'al embrace...accordin' ta yer preference...is anoth'r Jackson!  Line forms here!"

Unsurprisingly, a line did form.