Costume Party (M/F sub/dom-mild)


We've both been busy with work lately and are starting to feel the strain.
When we receive the invitation for the costume party we decide that maybe
this is just what we need. A total change from our usual lives. We spend
several evenings discussing our costumes, discarding the usual period
costume's first. We finally decide on our costumes and "roles" and eagerly
start shopping for all the perfect touches for our costumes.

The night of the party arrives and we arrive with trench coats on covering
our costumes. I enter first and you follow right behind me. Our hostess
greets us and offers to take our coats. I slip off my coat and your hands
catch it before it falls to the floor.  All conversation in the room is
hushed and all eyes turned towards me. I'm wearing black tights and a
cotton gauze top that falls to just below my crotch. The top is elastic
and is slipped off my shoulders leaving my tanned, bronze skin exposed. It
is equally obvious that I do not have on a bra and my taunt nipples are
clearly pressing against the gauze fabric and straining at the laced up
closing. I have on several layers and types of gold necklaces, gold hoop
earrings and gold bangle bracelets clearly showing off my pirate
treasures. Cinched around my waist is a leather belt with a long slender
foil  clearly visible. Completing the outfit are thigh high leather boots,
highly polished. You are carrying a bag and open it for me. I reach in and
pull out a long leather whip. The hostess offers to take your coat and you
slip it off.  Your wearing skin tight pants and your cock and balls
although soft now are already giving all the ladies present a nice show.
Even more appealing to the ladies is your naked, bronze tanned upper body.
The only accessories visible are a small clip-on nipple ring and a clip-on
hoop earring in one ear. Rounding out your well defined, muscular upper
body is a leather collar around your neck. Around your waist is a leather
belt with a sheathed knife and on your feet is sandals that have laces
crisscrossing up your calves to your knees. Your head has been obediently
tilted downward since entering the party and your dying to see the
expresses of the crowd. Discreetly your tilt your head just so and from
the corner of your eyes can see the party crowd mesmerized, the men all
staring at me and to your pleasure the women all eyes on you. I tell the
hostess to give the coats to my slave. "Slave hang them up then get me a
drink with lots of ice."

You obediently hang up our coats and work your way to the bar. When you
hand me my drink I notice very little ice. "I said lots of ice slave!"  I
shove the glass back at you and in your best slave boy obedient voice you
respond, "Yes Mistress, please don't whip me."

I reply, "If you behave the rest of the evening I will spare you the
whip!" You respond, bowing deeply, "Anything Mistress, I will do
anything." I work my way around the room chatting with our friends with
you bowed head behind me. You ignore any comments or questions directed at
you until I give you permission to speak. A couple approaches us and I
feel your body stiffen even though we are not touching. He's a lawyer and
has made frequent passes at me at parties before. The woman with him is
his meek, mousey wife who always looks as if a pin dropping on the floor
would startle her to death. We both detest this couple for our own
reasons. I find his sleazy manners and degrading speech towards women very
abhorrent and you find her docile nature very unappealing. Feeling pretty
pleased with our reversed roles I decide to "test" your obedience further.
I ask Roger to dance with me much to his surprise since I've always
refused his offers before. Roger looks questioning towards you, but you
remain head bowed and silent. I can tell it is really trying your patience
especially when Roger's arm that he casually slipped around my waist when
he approached slips lower and he fondles my tight ass in a familiar way. I
can see your lips pressed tightly together and a little twitch by your eye
that I recognize as a sign of your being quite irritated. I'm quite
pleased that you are maintaining control and staying in your role and
decide to "test" you one step further. "Slave while I dance with Roger,
you dance with Dotty." I know how much you hate women who have never had
even a moment of assertiveness and know this will be sheer torture for you
especially since I happen to know that Dotty finds you quite handsome.

I spend much of the evening dancing with sleazy men. Some of them become
quite forward with me but as long as I voice no complaints you stay nearby
quietly submissive but watchful. I also make you dance with several other
women I know you dislike, letting them run their hands over your hard body
and ass. Just as you're wondering if this party will ever end, I inform
you and the crowd that we will be off now. You get our coats, help me on
with mine and we slip outside and to our car.

On the ride home you are quiet listening to my chatter. I mention how
exhilarating it was to be in charge and giving orders. I've been so
frustrated at work lately taking orders from my superior some which I've
argued against but ultimately must follow and this has been a nice treat
for me. So busy am I chatting I don't realize how quiet and lost in
thought you are. Your thinking to yourself that even though initially you
had some doubts about being a slave for me in public that you actually had
enjoyed much of the evening. Enjoyed being told what to do instead of
having to issue orders to subordinates like you do at work. Your mind is
also thinking how damn sexy I looked tonight and how much you hated those
sleaze balls touching me in all your favorite places and hating how I
allowed them to do it to me.

You feel my hand lightly resting on your thigh, caressing up and down. You
know I am horny and will want you to make love to me when we get home. As
much as you want to pull over the car and ravish me right now you are
thinking I wish the evening could continue, I wish she would remain in
charge.

As we approach the house I notice you still walking behind me with your
head obediently bowed. When we enter the house you softly ask. "Would
Mistress like anything before going to bed?" Looking at your posture and
taking into account the words you just spoke I wonder if you are ready to
end your evening as a slave. I reach out with the end of the whip and
lightly place it below your chin. "Look me in the eyes slave! Do you wish
to serve me as I wish the rest of the night?" Your eyes sparkle, as you
respond, "Yes Mistress, it would please me greatly to serve you."

I respond, "Good! Get me a drink with plenty of ice." You go off to get me
a drink while I relax in an easy chair. You return with my drink, this
time plenty of ice present in the glass. You also brought some
strawberries and whip cream that you sit beside me on the end table. You
step backwards a step or two and ask, "What may I do for Mistress now?"

I relax with my drink and ponder your request. I sit down my glass and
lift a strawberry to the whip cream. As I bite into the succulent berry,
juice runs down my chin. I can see your prominent bulge get even bigger. I
smile and tell my slave to strip for me. You remove the sheathed knife
from around your waist and turn to set it on the table behind you. You
start to turn back towards me but I instruct you to bend over and remove
your sandals from that position. I can see every taunt line of your sexy
ass straining against the tight material and I'm very aroused. My hands
reach up to pinch my nipples through the gauze fabric and I moan. You ask
if I want you to continue from this direction and I tell you yes. I watch
fascinated and highly aroused as you wiggle your tight ass out of those
incredibly tight pants. You didn't wear underwear because the lines from
your briefs were too obvious and I had told you quite distracting from the
costume. You can't admit it out loud but you're very excited at performing
this strip tease for me and can only imagine what I'm doing to myself that
is eliciting those delightful, sexy moans.

Finally I tell you to turn back towards me and I am rewarded by the sight
of your impressive 8" cock. I unbuckle the sword belt from around my waist
and hold it out to you. You take it and lay it aside. I instruct you to
remove my boots. Your hands grasp the top of my left boot. I can feel your
long fingers lightly caress my thigh as you pull the boot down my thigh,
over my knee and calf and finally off my foot. You repeat the process with
my right leg and soon I am free of my boots. You ask, "What would Mistress
like now?"

I take another berry into my mouth before smiling and responding. "I want
you to massage my feet slave!" When you start to take my foot between your
hands to rub it I lean forward and touch your shoulder. "Don't massage it
with your hands only and do both of them at once." It doesn't take a
rocket genius and you quickly realize what I'm asking. You sit comfortably
at my feet. Taking both of them in your hands, you wrap my soles around
your hard cock and lightly rub them up and down. God it feels so delicious
and I can tell you are very excited. Pre-cum is oozing from the head and
down the shaft making it deliciously lubricated. From the look on your
face I know you want to cum but I'm not ready for that. "Halt!"

You stop your massage and ask if you displeased me but I tell you no. I
stand and ask you to help me out of my tights. You gladly lift your hands
to my waist and grasp the waistband. You peel the tights down my legs. I
steady myself by placing my hand on your shoulder when I lift my feet so
you can completely remove the tights. You then stand and I ask you to
unlace my blouse. Your fingers almost nervously slowly untie the lace and
loosen it exposing more and more of my breast. They are very taunt and
your mouth wants nothing more than to devour them but you remain in your
"role".

I lift my arms over my head and you pull the blouse up and over my head
and arms. I stand before you decadently naked. I cup my ample breast in my
hands and ask if you would like to suck them. "Oh yes Mistress! I would
love that." With permission granted your hungrily take my hardened nipple
into your mouth sucking in more that I ever thought possible. I can feel
your tongue encircling the nipple, taunting and teasing it as your mouth
forms a delicious vacuum around my breast. I'm moaning very loudly and you
can feel your cock get even harder. You free the one tit and take the
other in a similar fashion. Soon it is more than I can take and know if I
don't stop you I will orgasm from the stimulation of your mouth on my
breast alone. I'm about to stop you when it crosses my mind. It doesn't
matter if I cum now. I can cum any time I want, any way I want after all
I'm the one in charge. With this freedom all my performance anxiety is
gone (yes women get it too). My body convulses, my muscles tighten and I
feel the juices from my pussy flow freely as your lips deliciously suck my
nipple. You're slightly surprised having never known me to orgasm from the
touch of your lips on my tit but you enjoy the feel of my body as it
convulses then relaxes. Your thoughts are interrupted by my hand grabbing
you by the hair and pulling your head back, causing your back to arch. In
a husky voice I command you, "Slave, stand and stroke yourself for me but
do not let yourself cum until I give you permission."

You stand and step back. You know your hard cock is aching to cum and you
want nothing more than to plunge it into my hot, warm depth but you want
to please me and take your tool in your hand. Your other hand reaches down
to lightly tug on your scrotum but you stop that almost immediately
because the pleasure is too intense and you know you will be unable to
control yourself. You slowly stroke your cock enjoying the feel yet trying
to keep your mind elsewhere to fend off your orgasm. Your eyes gaze at me
and it's almost more than you can stand. The sight of me pinching my
nipples and playing with my clit with my legs spread wide and thrown over
the arms of the chair is almost all it takes to put you over the edge and
you actually dig your fingernails into the palm of your hand to distract
your mind. I respond softly, "You may take me now if you want."

The offer is very tempting but you remember your role and say, "It does
not matter what I want Mistress. Question is do You want me to take you
now?"

I smile and respond, "Yes you are a dutiful slave. Yes I want you to take
me and to do it Now!"
No more urging is needed and you approach the chair. You kneel in front of
it, grab my hips and impale my hot cunt onto your cock. Your thrust's come
hard and fast. I know it will not be long, your excitement is so high. My
hand reaches down to my clit and I finger it. Finger it with hard, fast
circular movements. As my own orgasm builds and peaks, my pussy muscles
contract around your shaft and I yell to you, "Cum my slave. Fill me with
your warm seed."

My permission is all you need and you gratefully fill my waiting pussy.
Thrust after thrust produces thick, rich, creamy cum to coat my love canal
until it is so full that the excess squeezes out and runs down my thighs. 

As your cock softens, you pause and ask, "May I hold you Mistress?" I hand
you the strawberries and whip cream then slip off the chair beside you on
the floor. I respond, "Yes slave, you may hold me. Hold me now." You take
me in your warm embrace and bend to kiss me. My lip's part and your tongue
explores my mouth. My tongue presses back to respond to your tongue's
caresses. When our lips finally part, I smile and tell you how much I
really enjoyed our little game tonight. You take a berry, dip it and hold
it to my waiting lips. Your eyes, warm and kind smile at me and you
respond, "I too enjoyed our role reversal. We'll have to try this again
sometime."