Halloween Party: A Night of Firsts and New Bonds

On Halloween morning, my older sister called and asked me to drop by her place to pick up some women’s clothes for my sub husband, Tom. I threw on a turtleneck with jeans and boots and drove over. As I walked in calling out her name, she answered from the bedroom at the far end of the house. While I made my way down the hallway, another door opened behind me and out stepped my sub, Ann. Dottie emerged from her room as her friend Kathy joined us behind me. “What’s going on?” I asked. Dottie grinned and replied, “Yes, it is a party, and you are the center of attention.” She explained that she was taking all of us—along with my husband—to the Halloween bash in Myrtle Beach as her slaves.

Within just a few disagreeable minutes, I found myself dressed in a black leather cutout bra and miniskirt without panties. They helped me into knee-high boots with 3-inch heels, complete with police legirons. A tall posture collar was buckled around my neck, and I was led into my sister’s den. Dottie handed me the cellphone from my bag and told me to call Tom. I refused to go along with her plan. (I’ll show her!) They pushed me over to a column where thumbcuffs were secured behind it, pinning my hands back. Handcuffs went on my wrists, plus another pair above my elbows. One ankle was left uncuffed while the chain passed around the column and locked in place again. Kathy attached clover clamps to my nipples, and Dottie gave me one last chance to call Tom. I refused again, earning a ball gag harness and a leather blindfold as rewards. Ann was ordered to keep watch over me, and I heard the other two women leave.

I could hear Ann moving about the house, making several trips in and out of the den. If only I could speak, I’d tell her exactly what I thought of her betrayal. That must be why they gagged me. It was clear that I was heading to the party as a slave.

After some time, I heard everyone return. The blindfold came off, and I saw them lead Tom in with a leash attached to his collar. He wore legirons identical to mine. They removed a belted raincoat he had on; underneath were shorts and sneakers. His hands were cuffed in front of him with tape covering his mouth, and he was also blindfolded.

He was brought over to me, and his collar was connected to mine using a pair of handcuffs. Ann and Kathy each grabbed an arm while Dottie released one wrist, positioning Tom’s hands behind my waist and recuffing them. They removed the ball gag from my mouth and the tape from his. I watched Ann pull a pair of panties out of Tom’s mouth. Dottie placed a ball into his mouth and strapped it in place. The gag had an extra strap which she held on either side of my head while Kathy pushed my face forward to meet his. Ann pinched my nose until I opened my mouth to breathe, revealing that I was to be gagged with the same type of ball as my husband. Our lips met, and Dottie remarked, “This will be the longest kiss you’ve ever had.” She fastened the strap behind my head. It became obvious we would have to do whatever they wanted.

They giggled into the bedroom while we embraced each other, mmpphhing for a bit. Despite feeling helpless and angry, I was quite aroused, knowing that my more submissive husband felt similarly, perhaps even stronger. I knew Dottie wouldn’t hurt us, but I was certainly mad at her nonetheless.

When they returned, Dottie looked every part the true Domme. She wore a black leather catsuit, zipped down low to reveal a red corset underneath and a chain necklace. Her hair was pulled up into a high ponytail above her head, adorned with dangling crystal earrings and a Lone Ranger-style mask. She had taken my husband’s pair of red boots from our house as well. She looked wonderful; I wished I were in her place!

Ann and Kathy were dressed entirely in leather, exact replicas of what I was wearing. If they had dressed poor Tom the same way, Sis would have a matched little army of slaves. They each carried a box which they placed on the sofa. What now?

I soon found out when they released Tom from me and led him to the bedroom. When he came back, he wore a long black wig along with plenty of makeup and red lipstick. He was dressed in a black corset and the same boots as the rest of us slaves. His thumbs were cuffed behind his back, and I noticed they had put him into his chastity belt. Bent over the sofa, they installed a vibrating plug in his rear. The strap from the rear of the belt was secured on top. A pair of red frilly panties was pulled up and tucked under his corset. They placed legirons on him again and led him back to the column. Ann put a posture collar on him and leashed him to a ring set into the post at the very top.

Next came my turn. I was released from the pole and guided to the sofa. Though I still wore only thumbcuffs behind me, I felt powerless to resist whatever they decided to do. They lubed me up and locked me into a belt equipped with two vibrators. I received the same frilly red panties as Tom did. Ann lifted her skirt to show me she had the exact same setup. Sis hit the remote for about ten seconds to test the vibrators, promising more later. Thanks a lot. Then came the collar and legirons before I joined Tom at his column.

Ann was delighted to have the same bondage as Tom and myself. Kathy had her hands cuffed in front of her with a long chain connecting them. She didn’t get legirons either; she would be our keeper. We three were chained together by collars, keeping us about two feet apart. Kathy led us out to my sister’s Escalade, where the three of us sat on the rear seat and buckled up. I had promised revenge against everyone except Tom as Ann carried out all the suitcases. Dottie came to the car and inserted a simple penis gag into my mouth, strapping it behind my head.

As we drove toward the beach, I glowered at my sister in her mirror while she told me how much I was going to enjoy this experience. I had planned to take Tom and Ann as my subs, but that plan went out the window now. We arrived at the hotel, and to my embarrassment, Kathy made the valet help us out of the car. As Dottie handled registration, I wished I could be invisible. Once we got to our room, I wondered what else Dottie had packed in the luggage. To finish up, it was a night of firsts for all of us. Ann will post her version soon.