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Halloween Surprise
by Taboolover1966 (no address provided)
***
While attending a party, man meets a woman dressed as a
dominatrix... but is it just a costume? (Fdom/M, d/s,
bd, halloween)
***
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 said 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.
"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.
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