Chapter 14

Shocking Costumes for Halloween at BDSM Manor.

Our first fun holiday event of the school year would be Halloween, and we received an invitation to the Halloween party at Sodom and Gomorrah mansion owned by Mrs. Sapphire Smith. The invitation was delivered by courier the first week of October, and when Liz opened the envelope and read the card inside, she wasn’t interested in going, not the tiniest bit.

“I don’t want to see that horrible place. I’ve heard about the disgusting things that go on, people wandering around half-naked, groping their partner, and having sex with other people watching. I’d rather stay home and make love.”

The way she talked, it sounded like she didn’t remember much about the New Year’s Eve party. What she does remember must make her feel uncomfortable, so I guess she doesn’t want to attend another party there. Too bad, because the New Year’s party was fun, the food was superb, and the champagne was to die for, dahling.

A week later, Liz woke me up with the #2 special on the blowjob menu, deep throat and swallow. After sharing some of my nectar with me, she started babbling about costumes for the party. Her thoughts about the party had switched 180° from the previous weekend, and if I can ever figure out her moods, I’ll write a book.

“I decided what your costume would be, and I’ve already ordered it. I want you to pump up your arms and chest when you work out at the gym from now until Halloween lifting weights; usually, you use resistance exercises. Talk to Michael at the desk; he can show you the lifts to bulk up certain muscles. Will you trust me?”

“Of course, Liz, I have no problem letting you take charge. Letting you decide what I wear will be good practice for when we are married.”

“You, asshole. I’m serious. Do this for me, pretty please?”

“Yes, my love, but I’m confused. You told me we weren’t going a week ago, and you were serious.”

“I changed my mind; I’m a woman, and I’m allowed to change my mind, so sue me. I want a costume I’d get arrested for if I wore it in the city. I have a picture in my head, but I need to see someone first. I wonder if Sapphire still wants to party afterward?”

My head snapped around to look back at Liz. Does she want to take Mrs. Smith’s offer for lesbian sex?

Two weeks later, as I opened my front door, a naked Liz jumped me, arms wrapped tight around my neck, feet locked behind my back, and rained lipstick kisses all over my face. I closed the door behind me and waited for her to explain.

Finally, she calmed down enough that I could safely carry her to the loveseat and sit with her on my lap.

“I found my costume, Marty; I ordered it online for a rush delivery, and your costume was sitting on the porch when I got home.” She climbed out of my lap and raced to the bedroom, and I figured out I was supposed to follow her. My costume was lying on my bed, and I was pleased I no longer had an aneurysm.

“Oh my god, are you kidding me? You want me to wear this, Liz?”

“Please, pretty please. Do it for me, Marty.”

“Okay, Liz, but only because I’m crazy about you. Hopefully, it came in a plain brown box?”

Pussy whipped. That’s me.

Halloween Day had arrived, and I spent three hours in the library at school, putting the finishing touches on a paper due in two days. As I entered my house, I heard creepy Halloween monster sounds coming from the living room. I peeked in and saw a record playing on my vintage turntable. It wasn’t one of mine, and I wondered where she bought it?

I called out, “Liz, where are you?”

No answer, but I thought I heard voices coming from the master bath, so I peeked in, no Liz. I turned around, and she strolled out of the walk-in closet wearing a white robe and humming to herself.

“I thought I heard voices, Liz. Are you alone?”

“No one else here, just me talking to myself.” She looked nervous but recovered and gave me an order, “We both need to shower, but we must first remove all that body hair.” Liz led me into the bathroom, ordered me to strip, and using my electric razor, shaved me everywhere except my head.

When my woman finished shaving me, the way she looked at my body while she touched my chest and arms. made me want to climb on the roof, beat my chest with my fists, and scream, ‘She loves my body!’

“Marty, baby. Somebody followed my instructions and now has a beefcake body. You are so getting lucky tonight, darling.”

Then she dropped her robe to the floor; I could see her landing strip was gone, and she was as smooth as a baby’s bottom. In the shower, she lathered me up and shaved me again with her razor to remove any stubble.

After drying me off, she led me back to our bed, “Sit right here, hon, I need to dress you,” and she pointed to a spot at the end of the bed. Liz pulled a black speedo out of a gift box and stretched it between us. I was speechless and let her put it on me. It was a tight fit, and it took her a few minutes to get everything tucked in just right underneath the cloth. Then, she smiled seductively at me while pulling on a pair of latex gloves before applying a coat of posing oil and tanning dye that gave me a shiny brown artificial tan.

“There’s a fan in the office to dry you off quickly. So go, babe, hurry up cuz I’m so excited, I want to scream.”

So I walked into my office, and sure enough, a fan was running, so I twirled in front of it, waiting for the body oil and tanning dye to dry. Finally, after twenty minutes, I was dry to the touch, and I strutted back into our bedroom, where Liz was putting her makeup on, and I wanted to forget all about the party.

“Freeze, my manly stud; you must dress me for the party.”

I stopped dead in my tracks and looked at Liz’s costume on the bed, then I looked at her, went back to see more detail of her outfit, and shook my head.

I helped her dress, and the first item of clothing was a pink see-through tank top that hung halfway between her tits and naval and had little kittens on the front and back. The matching pink hipster panty with kittens on each butt cheek and over her pubes went on next. Pink socks and a pair of pink patent leather Mary Jane shoes completed the clothing for her costume, which wasn’t very much.

I brushed her blonde hair out and gave her two smooth pigtails before Liz took over and finished applying her makeup, a quick brush of blush on her cheeks, a dab of sparkling pink lip gloss, and three tiny freckles on each cheek. Her costume was complete when she added a small, pink and white teddy bear with a rainbow heart and a six-inch diameter pink lollypop on a ten-inch pink stick.

Time to put on the rest of my costume, satin pants, socks, and polished leather shoes, all black. White shirt cuffs went on each wrist, completing my outfit, or so I thought.

Liz told me, “Sit on the bed and close your eyes.”

At this point, if Liz had asked me to jump off the roof headfirst, I would have. So I sat down, closed my eyes, and felt her attach something around my neck. Then, I heard a clicking noise, like the sound you hear when you hook a leash on a dog collar. And when I opened my eyes, that’s precisely what she’d attached around my neck, a pink dog collar with a pink leash that she was holding in her right hand.

She pointed to a shiny pink bag with a shoulder strap. “Hang my bag around your neck.”