0 comments/ 37187 views/ 0 favorites Halloween Surprise By: Darrin And Beth "You've got mail." That's the message the subbies see. Knowing it could be orders they open it right away. Four subs, four different computers but the same invitation. Message reads, "Please Come! Its Halloween Costume Party! You MUST be here at 8:00pm sharp! DON'T BE LATE!" The only differences were in the sender. lil'tude and Dara received their invites (commands?) from Max1954. Beth and Wildone received theirs from Master Darrin. The subbies decide to get ready and ride together, the instructions being so incomplete, just a time handwritten directions left for Beth by Master Darrin. What are They up to? It's getting late, dark and cloudy out, thunder raging but the sky has yet to pour the promised rain. Dara, the lovely harem girl driving the lot of subbies, bared belly quivering, elbows tude, "HEY woman, which way from here?" Tude sits up tall in the seat, looking proud in her leather bustier and mini skirt, fully the Domme, "Hell, I don't know - Beth has the directions. What are ya asking me for?" She smacks the dash with her crop for emphasis. the girls all jump and shudder as an eerie voice comes from the car's speaker "Do NOT hit me again!" "What the heck was that?" snaps wild, flicking the red tail of the sexy she-devil costume so appropriate for her. Beth, in her black silky, French maid's outfit says, "Oh that's probably why Master insisted we take HIS car, He must have all sorts of stuff set up, He worked ALL day on this thing!" Dara reaches down to flip on the radio but there is nothing but static. This is a long spooky drive. The road is dark, no lights, no houses, trees arching over block the little moonlight there is, only an occasion "CRACK" of the lightening shines through, just enough to make the subbies jump. Hitting the source button again, the CD starts up. The only song that will play is spooky, rumbling, "Black candles slowly burning, white fangs, flashing eyes....." The girls tremble, shivering "What is this?" they all ask Beth. "Master's song, Demon's Whip... I would say we aren't through with the surprises if we are hearing THIS song, you just don't know what it does to HIM...." Beth shivers, knowing about that devil's horn popping up in His eyebrows. Wildone, impatient as always, grumbles, "does this awful, dark road ever end?" Just as she finishes, there is this loud "BANG" and the car swerves, Dara cussing the damn boat of Master Darrins, so big and heavy, but it does help keep it under control with the blown tire. This was no ordinary flat, pieces of tire are flying everywhere. Beth groans, informing them all there is NO SPARE, and the damn car is too heavy even if there was, 6,000 pounds of real car, as He calls it, it takes TWO jacks to lift it up and we only have one. Tude demands, "One of you must get out and go to that old house over there and call for help!" They all look around and the before unnoticed grand old house, no porch light, a solitary little glow way up high in a tiny attic window. Dara the tough one snaps back, "You thought of it YOU GO!" "YEAH YEAH" chimes in wild one. Beth suggests they all stick together, so grudgingly they climb out and huddle up against the cold. Shivering terribly but still afraid to head up to that spooky old house, they all grumble at Master Darrin's Halloween surprise... In the distance thunder crashes softly turning the already spooky night into a nightmare , as the four brave subbies walk down the dark pathway to the house a small bolt of lightning rips through the sky , they look and see what appears to be a graveyard off to one side of the walkway , the 4 girls huddle closer together , and continue the long walk, their eyes growing more focused to the dark, tude throws her arms out bringing the rest to halt. Geez did you all see anything? I thought I saw something over in the graveyard!! Wildone, being the brave little bird she is, says "Come on we gotta get to a phone!" trying not to sound scared. As the four get ever closer to the house the rail comes softly at first then a down pour wind gusting and then stopping almost as fast as it had come. The poor subbies soaking wet and even colder now pick up the pace to the house. As they walk faster than before getting ever closer, they all stop abruptly hearing a noise a "crack, snap " looking around wildly. "Ohhh man did you hear that", with quivering voices, "We heard iiitttt, lelelets get the hell out of here!!!! Running for the front door of the house, they finally arrive , hearts pounding and out of breath. "We are gonna get you for this Master Darrin!!!!", all are thinking to themselves. Using the heavy gargoyle knocker on the door, BOOM BOOM BOOM, Dara is the first to knock, while the other 3 gather round close, looking over their shoulders, still trembling. *creaaaaaaaaaaakkkkkkk* the door slides open, revealing a dark hallway, a solitary candle burning. Seeing the four costumed ladies there, the gnarled old doorman beckons them inside. "Come in my lovelies, come in" He limps to a wall panel. Pushing the intercom button, speaking in a harsh whisper, "Master, You're party has arrived." Looking around at each other the subbies are wondering what the heck does the old geezer mean??? Tude speaks up, "Excuse me, I think your mistaken, we only wish to use the phone, our car has a flat out there" Wildone taps her foot impatiently. Beth is shivering from the cold. The aged servant looks coldly at them, "You miss are mistaken." He pushes a second button in the panel. *BANG* all the bolts slide shut on the doors and windows. The man says, "You will be safe here tonight, come I will show you to your rooms." The girls are trembling, but they know they have no choice but to follow, hoping they can all stay together. "Miss Domme, this is Your room," he points tude to a gorgeous room done up very Dom style - hard wood, huge poster bed centered, presiding over all (leather laces still attached) a chest at the foot of the bed with an old brass padlock attached. Tude acts tough, not showing any fear as she boldly strides into the room, tapping her crop on her leg. See ya soon sis, she throws out over her shoulder. "Miss Harem girl", the servant points quietly to the next room. Dara trembles but is determined to be as brave as tude. She strides into a gorgeous room, a round canopy bed, covered in furs, silks streaming down from the ceiling. A beautiful black trunk covered with arabic designs sits in the right corner, a brass lock matching the first in tude's room. Calling back, "be well my sis'" she shivers and he shuts the door. "Devil child," this will be your quarters, "the old man points across the hall. The room is done in red satin, black lace curtains on a brass canopy bed. Candles burning on the night stand. The ever present brass lock adorning a red and black laquered chest. Wild gives her last sis a quick hug and strides in the room with her pitch fork for company. "Maid woman, this is your room," as he opens the last door in the hallway. Its a huge room with a cedar chest, the ever present brass lock clasping it shut. The bed is a four poster, also in cedar, with sheer soft purple panels of lace, the comforter done in shades of purple and black, as if someone new her preferences, someone prepared this just for her. With no one left she walks in the room bravely, the servant saying, "Your purpose here will soon be revealed, miss." With a crackle, the loudspeaker comes on in all rooms, the message stranger still. Inside the chests you will all find necessary items to make your stay comfortable. The keys are under your pillows. The keys will also fit other doors, you are free to explore at will. BUT, do not let your curiosity overcome you. The messages fades into a very faint chuckle barely audible. The girls are quick to grab the keys and rush into the hallway to check on each other. They are eager to show each other their rooms and explore the chests within. Sitting on the bed in tude's room, they all grumble. The only thing found in the chests were bath items, towels, washcloths, shampoos, the like. "What the heck is up with that? grumbles wild. "Who knows?" answers Beth. "What are we doing sitting around?" snaps Dara. "Ok then let's go," tude leads the group into the hallway. "we should split into teams, Beth and Beth you go that way, me and Dara will go this way." "Ok if ya find anything just yell," they tell each other and head out, keys in hand. Slipping quietly down the hallway, with shadows flickering from the candle lanterns. Wild is complaining, "I hate this damn tail, it keeps getting in my way!" "Well you picked the damn costume so quit whining ya brat," answers the other Beth. At the other end, tude and Dara walk single file, silently exploring, expecting anything from that psycho Master Darrin. Anything EXCEPT the soft, velvety glove that clamps over Dara's mouth, the strong muscular arm yanking her quickly thr the hidden panel in the wall. Tude moves on unaware that Dara is no longer with her. Meantime, Beth trips over her tail yet again, falling, her head bangs into a heavy old chair, knocking her out cold. After hurriedly checking to make sure wild is ok, Beth sits down to think, "shall I leave her and find help or sit here with her. Suddenly, the chair rotates, flipping her foward down a slide. "AAIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKK!" she screams all the way down, landing in a pile of soft downy feathers. Gentle hands gather up the Wildone, taking her away. Tude comes to the end of the hallway, locked doors on both sides. She turns to ask Dara which way, jumping back in surprise. "Where the hell is Dara, she thinks. Her last conscious thought before a hand clamps a chloroform soaked cloth over her mouth. Jumping up quickly, Beth dusts the feathers off her costume. Blinking and taking in the scene before her. There's ahnalee, gagged, tied to a cross with leather straps. Their eyes meet, and Beth starts to say something, but can only stare open mouthed. Sparkle is there too, also gagged. She is cuffed by the wrists to a single pole in the corner. Stretched to stand on her tiptoes by the height of the ring attached to her collar's chain. Seeing a shadow approaching from a corridor, ahna and sparkle "MMMmmmMM" trying to say something through their gags, nodding towards the shadow. The gnarled old man steps from a secret passage way dragging Dara out and quickly clamping her hands to shackles in the wall. She has already been gagged. Her arms and legs are spread wide, she is facing the cold stone wall. Burrowing down in the feathers as to hide from the man, Beth is putting her fingers to her lips to shush the girls, showing them her brass key. After the old man leaves, Beth gets up and dusts off the feathers again. She explores quickly, finding another door, she spies Wildone on a table and rushes over to her, leaving the other girls chained and gagged in her rush to check on wild. The impatient one is breathing fine, still appearing to be out cold, but gagged nonetheless and bound to the table with some strange knots. Impossible to untie without much time, Beth wheels the table back into the room with the other girls. Just as she goes to work on the knots, ignoring the muffled moaning of the other girls, there is a scuffling noise. Looking around she spies a pile of hay by sparkle in the corner and runs to hide over there, hoping He wont notice wild sitting in the middle of the room. Hearing tude's voice protesting, "Pervert let me go, who the hell do you think you are????" Do you know what MY MASTER will do to YOU when He finds out about this??" Hearing a male voice, she peaks out expecting to see the old man, trying to muffle her surprised gasp. "Do you mean ME, YOUR MASTER MAX?" He laughs as he whips off his mask, dragging tude into the room. Her wrists bound together, attached to a lead chain. She stops dead cold as she realizes just how much trouble she is in for. Max just points silently to the stocks. Tude scampers over quickly, tamed at the realization it IS Master Max. She lowers herself quickly into place, not needing to be told to be quiet. Fuming at this new trick. How dare Master Darrin do this??? She whips her head around to protest to Max, and knowing His tude He quickly "Craaaaaaackkkkkkks" her ass with a crop. "OOOWWWWWWWW" she yelps loudly. "quiet my little one," Max croons into her ear, "the party has just begun." A raspy voice comes over the speaker, "OK my pet now it is your turn, set the table up as instructed and let the punishment begin" Beth jumps up and dusts the hay off, quickly going to work. She rushes over to the huge storage cabinet. Avoiding the accusing eyes, as she knew would come when He made her be His accomplice in this Halloween surprise. She slips her key into the brass padlock, knowing her key is the only one they had that actually opened anything. Working quickly she brings out several crops of various sizes, laying them in a row on the side board, careful to arrange them just as Master had instructed, by size. Next she removes the "cats" hangin one by each girl on the special hook just for this use. Lastly she pulls out several leather straps and various paddles. A camera follows her every move, He is watching careful as she knew He would. As Beth finishes up with the last of the tools, the speaker crackles again. The voice commands her to go to Max, allowing Him to lead her to a waiting sawhorse. He bends her over and straps her wrists to one set of legs, her legs to the other. "Craaaaaaackkk" He smacks her ass just for drill, strolling off chuckling at being in on this scheme. The door opens in with a creak. The old man strolls in, His limp suddenly gone, leading 2 other masked Doms with Him. The old man laughs maniacally as He whips off His mask revealing none other than Master Darrin Himself. "Welcome to My party, me lovely wenches" He booms at the subbies. "Glad to see you could hang around, MWAHAHAHAHAHA" Each Dom selects the punishment tool of choice and proceeds to His favorite lovely lady. The subbies are trembling and whimpering by now. Thinking "how the hell did we ever trust Master Darrin anyway after that car bombing thing" Noticing poor wild all alone, Darrin strolls over and strokes her hair, "Don't worry little wild one I have not forgotten about you. I have a special treat for you. " Going over to the stonework by the door, He opens the compartment and withdraws a new toy, yet unused in public before tonight. "Does the look of it frighten you, my impatient one? Tis nothing more than a 5 HP side shaft engine, Briggs and Stratton industrial of course, always knew that shredder was good for something. Just a few modifications, like a variable speed clutch, dual ass warming crops attached for double my pleasure." *WHIRRRRRRRRRRRR* The engine roars to life as He pulls the starter, quickly setting it in place. *smack, putt putt SMACK put put Smack putt putt* Ahna and sparkle are groaning, straining against their restraints as they are both flogged simultaneously, as if these masked Doms were a mirror image of each other. Max spanks tude in a rhythm, 3 smacks a gentle caress, 3 smacks, a gentle caress. "This is some party ya got going here Darrin, thanks for the invite." (thinking, this will teach em for that office stunt) "Poor sweet Dara, did you think I had forgotten the foot prints? the green and purple paint?, my office?????" Smacking tude a good hearty one on both cheeks. "Don't go away, lil't," snickering at His joke. Max strolls over to that handy pile of feathers, selecting several of various sizes, all so downy soft. Dara squirms in terror knowing what is coming her way. Darrin walks over to his hidey hole and pulls out a second machine, quickly hooking it up for Beth. "This should keep you occupied, my pet" (hey, with two Beths ya gotta be prepared.) He strolls over and takes the offered feather from Max. "Hi Dara," He grins wickedly. Removing her gag, they both tickle her unmercifully. "perhaps this will teach you to taunt me for a story" chuckles Darrin. "And my study," chimes in Max. "Will you do it again?" they both question and they tickle her all over, her feet, her palms, her belly, the back of her knees. Ever the tough one, she refuses to give, until they threaten to bring the other two Doms over with even more feathers. "No, No I promise I will be good, I will never do it again *her fingers crossed in her mind where They cant see*, I swear Masters Max and Darrin I will be good!!!" They both leave Dara, heading over to the Wildone. Master Darrin removes the spanking device, leaning in close, "so YOU painted Max's office did you?" Wild nods her head barely, knowing how evil Master Darrin is, eyeing the wicked feathers. Max begins the torture, tickling wilds feet over and over, making her squirm and whimper. Dara cant help but laugh, she knows the feeling all too well. Master Darrin knows its pointless to tickle Beth, dang it anyway. Thinking "the machine will keep her busy just fine", he walks over to tude. "So miss traitor, we come face to face, "kinda fancy that boat anchor do ya? MWAHAHAHAHAH let the tickling begin" The Doms remove all the gags and tickle each sub until they are crying and begging, promising to always be good. With warmed asses, and tickled bodies, the subs are let down gently. After giving them a moment to get their feet, the Doms lead the subbies back to their rooms. Fixing warmed baths for all, instructing them to relax and then join them in an hours time for dinner. Dinner, drinks all prepared by Them. and... HORROR MOVIES MWAAHAHHAHAHAH Halloween Surprise Let me start off by saying that Halloween is for kids. I would tend to think that most of you adults on this site would have to agree. It is not like I am anti-Halloween or anything, that would be far from the truth. Believe me, I thoroughly enjoy seeing the little ones come to the door dressed in their colorful costumes. Even better when they come to the door escorted by their hot looking moms. Not that I would ever even consider using a kid's costume as a conversation starter just to make way with their moms. There is also the issue of Halloween candy. Strictly for kids. So what I buy about three times more candy than I can possibly give out, even if all the surrounding towns were to bus their children into my neighborhood. Of course I always buy candy I like, not really expecting to have to eat most of it myself. It just happens that way. Really, Halloween is for kids. Period. I have to say that I firmly believed all of the above just a few short years back as summer ended and September led into October. At the time, if you recall, I was recently divorced and living in the city. I was doing fairly well in a managerial position at a small company my boss John had founded. It probably didn't hurt that I was seeing his wife on the side while he was working long hours at the office. It also didn't hurt that I was going out with a hot looking 23-year-old named Joyce. So really, I pretty much had it made. Everything seemed to be going my way until one day at the office someone mentioned those two words I truly dread every fall. Halloween party. My personal belief is that adults usually end up looking foolish enough at office parties without the need for elaborate costumes. Alcohol and general stupidity are usually enough to do the trick. As October progressed, it seemed there was no way I was getting out of this one. John seemed to want me there, since I was management. Something about it looking good to the other employees. Joyce had just started taking night courses at a local community college. She happened to have a class the same night as the party so she wouldn't be able to attend. Debbie would most likely be at the party with John, so visiting her was out of the question. What the heck, I thought. I might as well break down and attend instead of having to hear about what a party pooper I was for the rest of my life. Joyce was nice enough to help me with the choice of costume. She happened to have a cousin or something who was a Catholic priest and was able to get me a priest robe complete with white collar for the evening. I know, who would believe Joyce had relatives who were religious. When the night of the party arrived, Joyce stood around and kidded me about being a priest. "So, are you bringing a Bible with you to the party?" She asked, somewhat sarcastically. "No, but I was thinking of bringing a collection plate." I answered, "But, with my co-workers I wouldn't make much." "Bless me Father for I have sinned," she giggled. "Oh, tell me more little girl. Any good ones recently?" I asked. "I have been such a bad girl," she explained. "Must be the Devil in you," I started, "Perhaps you need to be exorcised." More like exercised, but there was time for that later. In reality it would be late by the time I got back from the party and I would not see Joyce until the following night. After a few more priest jokes we kissed each other goodbye and I made my way out the door. I decided to drive up to the restaurant even though it was only uptown. I was told there was a parking garage at the restaurant. If not, I could always put a sign marked 'Clergy' in my windshield. What cop would give a ticket to a priest? Besides, I really didn't feel like standing on a corner dressed as a priest trying to hail a cab, although this time of year it was not unusual to see just about anything walking around. People in the city looked even freakier than usual. When I got there, I parked the car and went into the restaurant. Quite a nice place actually. John really did it right I thought to myself. A young hostess gave me directions to a banquet room upstairs where the party was being held. She smiled at me when she saw my priest costume. Bless her soul, I thought to myself. Upon entering the room I was surprised at the number of people in attendance. I knew it was going to be more than just the employees at John's company, as invites had gone out to employees of companies John did business with as well. Looking around I saw quite a few attractive women in elaborate costumes. This might not be such a bad thing after all. After saying my hellos to a few people I was able to recognize, I made my way over to the bar and found a seat. I ordered a Guinness and made myself at home. If anyone wants to talk to me they can find me right here, I thought to myself. As the time passed, various co-workers made their way over to the bar and talked for a bit. We all agreed the party was very nice. Even I had to agree with that. Young waitresses dressed in costume bringing around various snacks only served to confirm that opinion. After about an hour a young couple came over to the bar for drinks. I could not help but notice the girl earlier as she was an attractive young thing dressed as a dominatrix. Her date was a guy wearing a dog collar and leash. Even though I was not big on the idea of being paraded around on a leash, when I looked at her I could not help but feel a bit jealous of the poor guy. When the girl stood next to me I started casual conversation. "Should I call you Father?" She asked with a smile. "Sure." I answered, "I'm sure I'm old enough to be your father." She just laughed. I was thinking she could come home with me and she could call me Daddy, but that was another story. A little while later they were back at the bar. Her date seemed a bit tipsy but it didn't seem a problem. After all, how far was he going to go on a leash? "What's your name?" I asked the girl in the dominatrix costume. "Mistress Leah," she answered. Mistress Leah. I thought she was taking this dominatrix thing a bit far, but it was cute that she even had chosen the name as well. She pointed out the irony of a priest talking to a dominatrix. I told her that being a priest is not as boring as one would think. As matter of fact, the Vatican recently made a decision allowing priests to kiss the nuns...as long as they don't get in the habit. We talked for a bit and she told me she worked for one of the companies that John dealt with. That explained why I had never seen her before. She also told me that it was a boyfriend who she had on the leash. I pointed out that I had a collar on as well, though apparently it was not the same thing. After a bit more conversation, I found out that they lived downtown as well, not all that far from myself. As the party wore on, I noticed her slave boy boyfriend was getting increasingly drunk. I guess being at the end of a leash held by a hot looking young girl dressed in leather is not all it is cracked up to be. When it started getting late and I sensed the party coming to an end, I offered to give the Mistress and her slave boy a ride home. I had a car and was heading downtown anyway. Besides, it was probably not a good idea for a young girl dressed in leather to try to manage a drunken slave on a subway, even around Halloween. She gladly accepted my offer. After finishing my drink and saying my goodbyes, I led Mistress Leah and her slave boy to my car. Her boyfriend seemed a bit out of it, but conscious. We agreed it was best to drop him off first and then her. We got to his place and I helped the Mistress get him up the stairs. I thought to myself it really was good of me to offer to take them home. I really don't know how they would have managed without me. I couldn't help thinking also that if anyone saw a Catholic priest helping a dominatrix and slave up the stairs any other time of the year they might have thought that a bit unusual. Then again, this is the city. We got back in my car and Mistress Leah gave me directions to her place. It was only a short distance away, so it did not take long. We arrived in front of her place minutes later. When we got there Mistress Leah surprised me with her next question. "Would you like to come up for a nightcap?" She asked. I really didn't expect that. Here was an attractive young woman dressed in leather asking me in for a nightcap. I think I made a joke about only drinking communion wine and then said yes. How could I refuse a young woman dressed as a dominatrix, even if it was only a costume? After parking the car, I followed her up to her place. Upon entering the apartment, we proceeded into what was basically the main living room. It was nicely decorated and fairly neat. There was another room separated from the main room by a hanging curtain. I assumed this to be the bedroom. I sat down on the sofa and Mistress Leah offered me a glass of wine. In the back of my mind I thought to myself that this girl barely looks old enough to drink, but I wasn't about to ask for ID. Mistress Leah went off to an adjoining kitchen area and soon returned with two glasses of red wine and handed me one before sitting next to me on the sofa. I made some stupid toast about hoping it was better than the communion wine I usually get on Sundays and we proceeded to sip our wine and make small talk. The more we sat and chatted, the more I took notice of the "mistress." I could not help but notice she even had a set of handcuffs attached to her side. "What are you staring at?" She inquired. "Oh, I just could not help but notice you even have a set of handcuffs," I started, "I guess no dominatrix costume is complete without them." She just giggled at first and then looked at me with a sly grin. She then proceeded to unhook the cuffs and started to play with them. "Would you like to try them on?" She asked with a smile. "No, that's okay," I replied, "I don't think a priest in handcuffs would look too good." I was trying to think of something equally cute to say in the form of another toast, but as I raised my glass of wine with my right hand, Leah quickly snapped one end of the cuffs on my right wrist. "Leah!" As soon as I said that, I instinctively reached with my left hand to try to stop her. No sooner than I did, Mistress Leah snapped the other end of the cuffs around my left wrist. "Leah, come on now. The Vatican will hear about this," I said. "Oh will they?" she replied with what can only be described as a sinister grin, "And it's Mistress Leah to you." "Okay, Mistress Leah," I started, "Have your fun for a moment." I sat there on the sofa while Mistress Leah watched me. I went to put my glass back down on the table next to the sofa with my right hand, quickly realizing that wherever my right hand went the left was soon to follow. Several minutes passed with me making my periodic pleas for her to unlock the cuffs as I sat on the sofa. "Okay, I'll go get the key," she finally said with a sigh, "I'll be right back." "Oh, thank you," I replied somewhat relieved, "These things are starting to dig into my wrists." Mistress Leah then disappeared through the curtain that no doubt separated the bedroom from the living area. After what seemed like a long eternity, she returned. What was in her hand was not the key to the handcuffs as I had hoped. Instead, she was carrying a long riding crop. I just stared at her for a moment. "What's the matter slave boy?" she asked somewhat casually. This was not a good sign. "I'm not your slave boy, I'm a priest," I started to explain, "I mean, I'm dressed as a priest, and you're dressed as a dominatrix and you're taking this thing way too far." I stood up off the sofa and held out my cuffed hands as sort of a hint I was hoping she would get. "Oh, am I slave boy?" With that, Mistress Leah gave me a crack on the side of my butt with the riding crop. Apparently she wasn't getting my hint. "Leah!" I exclaimed in surprise. I really didn't expect that. "It's Mistress Leah to you," she seemed to delight in reminding me. "Um, look," I started to stutter, "I don't know what you have in mind here..." With that Mistress Leah gave me another crack on the side of my butt. "On your knees," she stated with authority. "What?" I muttered, somewhat surprised. "On your knees," she repeated. She then took the end of the riding crop and started tracing it down the front of my priest rope until it ended at my crotch. I could feel it through the cloth of my jeans I had under the robe. I instinctively tried to wriggle out of the cuffs, soon realizing that was indeed an exercise in futility. "What don't you understand slave boy?" With that, she again pushed the end of the riding crop down to my crotch against my cock, which was now quite hard. I stood there with my cuffed hands extended just staring at her. She really did look quite hot. I thought she was taking this Halloween thing way too serious, but quickly realized she was not going to take no for an answer. "What don't you understand slave boy?" she said, again giving me a crack on the side of my butt with the riding crop. The crop stung slightly, but was oddly exciting. The fact that I was cuffed and standing before this extremely attractive young woman dressed in leather was arousing beyond what I could have imagined. I was still thinking she was playing with me though, and I thought it best to play along. "You'll unlock me after I get on my knees?" I asked, not really knowing what else to say. "If I feel like it," she responded with a sly look. She then took the end of the riding crop and pushed down hard on the short chain connecting my cuffed wrists. I almost had no choice but to fall to my knees. I was soon on my knees inches away from her polished toe nails which revealed themselves through her open toe black leather spiked heels. "What are you waiting for?" she asked. "What?" "What are you waiting for?" she repeated, "Go on, kiss my feet." I bent down and lightly kissed the top of her exposed toes. She then gave me another smack on my butt. "You can do better than that," she stated as she slipped her right foot out of its shoe and stuck her toes in my face. "Come on, kiss every toe," she ordered. "Yes," I replied. "It's yes Mistress Leah," she informed me, "don't let me have to tell you again." "Yes Mistress Leah." I felt the end of the riding crop on the back of my head as she ran it through my hair. As I kissed each of her toes, I could not help but think how exciting this actually was, more so than I would have ever expected. It was certainly something different, though in the back of my mind I was wondering how far she would take this act. "Okay, that's enough," she now ordered as she pulled her foot away and put it back in her shoe. Mistress Leah again locked the end of the riding crop into the short chain of the cuffs and jerked me to my feet. I stood there in anticipation not really able to do much else with my hands cuffed together. What she did next again took me by surprise. She started to undo her leather shorts revealing her neatly trimmed dark bush. She then took her fingers of her left hand and started running them through her pubic hair. "Would you like to eat me?" she cooed. I instinctively went to bend down again and obey when I felt a sharp blow of the crop to my butt again. "I just asked if you would like to slave boy," she started to explain, "I didn't say you could." "Yes." "It's yes Mistress Leah," she explained as I felt another sharp blow to my butt. "Yes Mistress Leah," I agreed, unable to do much else at this point. I stood there and stared as she began to take the shaft of the riding crop and run it through the now wet lips of her pussy. I thought I had a shaft I'd like to run through there. You could see her juices glistening on the riding crop when she was done. "You like what you see?" she asked. "Yes." I could barely talk, really. "It's yes Mistress Leah," she corrected with a snap of the crop. "Yes Mistress Leah." She then took the end of the riding crop and poked me in the chest so hard it pushed me back on the sofa. Next, she took the end of the crop and ran it down the front of my priest robe, undoing all of the buttons in the process. The end of the crop ended up at my crotch, teasing my hard cock through the fabric. My cock was so hard it was actually throbbing, something I thought only happened in erotic literature. Again she started to stroke her wet womanhood while I watched wide-eyed. Again, I was incredibly aroused in anticipation of what might happen next. What she said next, was yet another surprise. "I think it's time I get the key and unlock you," she said. "Thank you," I replied, with maybe a hint of disappointment in my voice. "It's thank you Mistress Leah," she explained with a snap of the crop, "Don't let me have to tell you again!" "Thank you Mistress Leah," I replied correctly. I sat there on the sofa as Mistress Leah again disappeared behind the curtain into the bedroom. Mixed feelings ran through my head, as I was really starting to enjoy this actually. Mistress Leah reappeared moments later carrying not a key, as expected, but rather a black scarf. I just sat there in surprise, not knowing what to expect next. She walked right up to me as I sat there somewhat awe-struck and proceeded to tie the scarf around my eyes. "There, that's better," she said, almost sweetly. I just sat there somewhat shocked. Once again, I was taken by surprise. I could tell by the movement of the sofa cushion that Mistress Leah had got on it and was apparently straddling my legs while playing with herself in front of me. I could actually hear her fingers stroking her button and could smell her scent in the air. "You want to eat me slave boy?" she practically cooed. "Yes," I replied meekly. "It's yes Mistress Leah," she corrected me. "Yes Mistress Leah." I could feel her force the tip of the riding crop between my legs. The shaft of the crop rubbing against my shaft almost causing me to cum instantly, but Mistress Leah wouldn't have it as she soon pulled it away. "Not yet slave boy," she said as she resumed stroking her pussy in front of my blindfolded face. In a moment, I could feel the shaft of the riding crop as she slid it under my nose. I could clearly smell her womanly scent overtaking my senses. "How does your Mistress smell?" she asked inquisitively. "Nice," I replied thoughtlessly, my mind racing a mile a minute. "It's nice Mistress Leah," she corrected with a snap to my right inner thigh. If she got any closer, she would have snapped me on my cock...and I probably would have came in my pants. "It's nice Mistress Leah," I got it right this time. She then reached down and grabbed my stiff member through my jeans. I thought I was going to cum, but she squeezed me so hard I couldn't. I was beginning to get the impression she'd done this before. "How bad do you want your Mistress?" she whispered in my ear. "Bad, Mistress Leah." I could feel her undoing my jeans and reaching into my underwear. She soon had my cock in her hand and was squeezing the shaft hard below the head. "How bad do you want your Mistress?" she repeated. "Real bad Mistress Leah," I explained meekly, unable to really think at this point. "And what would you do for your Mistress?" she asked in a whisper. "Anything Mistress wants." I sighed. "Good," she started, "There is hope for you yet, slave boy." I wasn't sure what to make of that last response. This whole thing was such a surprise, such an unexpected event, it all seemed so surreal. I just sat back as Mistress Leah held me tight by the cock, occasionally stroking it a bit before grabbing it tight at the base. I strained at the chains that bound my hands, unable to do much else. I was delirious with anticipation as I literally began to beg Mistress Leah to finish me off. Halloween Surprise "How bad do you want your Mistress?" "Real bad Mistress Leah," I sighed. I could then feel Mistress stroke my cock once more and then I felt the unmistakable feel of a wet pussy engulfing my rock-hard member. Once again I almost shot my load until Mistress Leah gripped me hard by the base with her hand. "Now, do something for your Mistress and just lie back like a good slave." "Yes, Mistress Leah," I replied. This I could handle. As Mistress Leah rode me up and down, I could feel her soft womanhood grip me like a vise. Minutes later, we had both cum and afterward we were sitting side by side on the sofa. She was nice enough to remove the blindfold. "That was nice," I spoke, "A bit of a surprise, I might add." "Yes, you could be a good slave boy," she answered. "Ha," I started, "But, I think you are taking this mistress thing a bit far." "Am I?" she asked with a smile, "But, you're right, it's time to uncuff you." "Oh good," I replied, "Really didn't want to be cuffed forever." "Follow me, the handcuff key is in the other room." I got up off the sofa and did as instructed, not really understanding why she didn't just bring the key in the living room. She let me through the curtain into the bedroom. What I saw nearly put me in shock. On her big brass bed, hung various cuffs and shackles. On the walls, were various whips, chains and other assorted toys. Looking at some of the items in the room, I realized I was actually a bit lucky she took it easy on me I thought to myself. "Come over here," she started, "The key is chained to the headboard." I followed her as she unlocked the cuffs. "So, the dominatrix outfit is not just a Halloween costume is it?" I asked, looking around the room. "Surprised?" she said with a laugh. "You might say it's a bit of a Halloween surprise," I answered. "Did you have a good time?" she asked. "Ah yeah," I responded. "Good," she started, "Maybe we can do it again. Next time I won't take it easy on you though." Looking around the room, I could not help but think there would probably not be a next time. Mistress Leah and I had another glass of wine and soon parted ways. The next night, Joyce asked me how the party went. I told her I actually had a good time. "Well, that's a surprise," she said, "I didn't think you liked Halloween parties." "Yeah, it was a bit of a surprise," I answered casually. "Don't tell me you're actually starting to like Halloween?" she asked, surprised. "Well, let's say I'm starting to see the benefits," I added, "Candy little girl?" With that I grabbed her hand and we made our way into the bedroom. It would be another hot night. But, that was no surprise. 09-17-10. Halloween Surprise... My lovely Wife and I were invited to a Halloween fancy dress party by our good friends Danny and Judy, now I love my sexy little Wife Emily but I have to say I've always fancied Danny's Wife Judy, she's a beautiful bubbly blond babe, who always gives me the glad eye when she's had a few...too many... My togder was tingling with excitement watching my Wife Emily dressing up in her sexy little 'naughty' St Trinian's school girl outfit, she pretended to be annoyed every time I flicked her short swirl skirt up and copped an eyeful of her lovely round curvy scantily panty clad bottom but I knew she was loving the effect she was having on me as she pranced around wiggling her bottom and deliberately bending over far enough to give me a sneeky view of her sweet little bare bottom cheeks as they peeked out from her bunched white panties... It was a great party, lots of sexy young couples, drinking too much and flirting like crazy and the hosts were the worst. Danny dressed as a stern head master was swishing his crook handled cane through the air every time he came across a sexy little Wifey and eagerly tapping his cane on the bottoms of any lady brave enough to playfully bend over in front of him and my Wife had to skillfully avoided his whippy cane several times owing to her costume making her a prime target and his delicious Wife Judy gave me a nice big fat stiffie walking past as she deliberately brushed her splendid bottom against my aching todger in her sexy cheer leader outfit, the deliciously naughty little teasing minx, so naturally I copped a good feel of her wonderfully soft warm bouncy bubble bottom the next time she passed, she turned her head and gave me a sexy wink as a reward... I still had a big stupid big grin on my face as I did a quick check to make sure Emily hadn't seen me only to see Danny had been watching as I'd given his Wife's bottom a sexy little squeeze, nothing was said but I could tell he wasn't best pleased about it... As all the couples were leaving, I offered to stay and help clear up, hoping to redeem for my earlier faux pas of warming my hands on the hostesses piping hot bottom in front of her Husband and Danny gracefully accepted... 'Let's have a drink in my study' Danny said when everyone else had gone and the place was cleaned up, a nice vintage whiskey in hand I was about to apologise for my clumsy grab of his Wife's bottom, when the door opened and my Wife Emily walked in, she'd definitely had a few too many and her speech was slightly slurred as she asked what we were talking about. Hoping to steer the subject away from my misdemeanour I playfully asked if Emily had been tickled by the head master's cane yet. 'No I don't believe I've had the pleasure' said Danny, 'well go on then Emily, bend over for the Head master' I said, hoping to gain favour with Danny and even the score. My Wife giggled as she bent over Danny's armchair with her lovely bottom in the air, 'Oh go on then seeing as I'm dressed as a naughty school girl, but just a light tap mind you'. I felt my cock stiffen watching my sweet little drunken Wife bending over with her lovely bottom out and my cock jumped as Danny tapped his cane against her short swirly mini skirt and told her 'stick your bottom out', I felt a mixture of surprise, jealousy and arousal as Emily playfully stuck her bottom right out as commanded. Then without warning there was a sexy swish crack sound as Danny lifted the cane and brought it down rather hard on my Wife's bottom, that bastard Danny's getting me back for feeling up his Wife by caning my Wife's bottom in front of me, at my suggestion too, the dirty rotten swine. I have to say it was quite a hard cane stroke and I expected my Wife to jump up indignantly and make a scene but she didn't, she seem to push herself further into the armchair and then lifted her right leg at the knee, which was such a cute and sexy look I felt my todger begin to throb. With my Wife still in the caning position and seemingly in no hurry to get up, Danny began stroking his cane up and down my Wife's bottom through her skirt, as if to sooth her sore bottom, then the rotter, with, I have to admit a rather deft move, flicked her short swirly mini skirt right up over her waist with the tip of his cane, exposing my Wife's scanty pantied bottom with a very sexy red line peeking out on both sides of her lovely plump round creamy bottom where the cane had tickled her. I don't think my Wife realised her panties were on show and still didn't move and seemed to enjoy the soothing effects as Danny continued to rub his cane up and down her sexy little panties. My cock was rock hard standing there as if in a dream watching my friend ogling my Wife's wonderful bottom with her tiny little panties bunched up between her bare bottom cheeks, he was getting a hell of a good eyeful of my lovely Wife's splendid bottom. He continued to stroke her panties soothingly then eased the cane between her panties and her bottom so now his whippy cane was gently caressing my Wife's bare bottom, up and down. This had the effect of unbunching her panties from between her bare bottom cheeks, so made the scene less revealing, maybe he is a gentleman after all, I thought, I felt up his Wife's bottom now he's covering my Wife's bottom and sparing her blushes as he soothes her stinging cheeks... I have to admit I started stroking my fully erect shaft through the pocket of my trousers as I watched Danny the 'head master' tickling my Wife's panty clad bottom, bent over, exposed and vulnerable in front of a stranger. I had a monster stiffie as I noticed the top of my Wife's panties were coming down with the up and down movement of the cane, the top of her bare bottom was now emerging into view, that lovely deep cheeky cleft was on show. I should have told him to stop but everything went into slow motion and I was mesmerised as her panties slid right down to her ankles expertly guided by his ferocious cane, fully exposing my Wife's beautiful creamy bare married bottom and with devilish intend Danny landed two hard cane strokes on my Wife's freshly bared bottom... The angry red line across my Wife's bare bottom was instantly joined by two fresh tramlines expertly equidistant and plumb in the centre of My Wife's magnificent bottom. 'You had a good feel at my Wife's bottom tonight but I bared your Wife's bottom and caned her three times and all in front of her watching Husband as he stroked his cock off' he hissed to me...