Halloween Party Slave

By eight o'clock, I had already decided that letting my stepson throw a Halloween party at our house had been a terrible idea.

Not because I didn't trust him.

Well, maybe partly because of that.

Mostly, though, it was because of the noise.

The bass from the living room had been vibrating through the floorboards for nearly an hour, and every few minutes another burst of laughter rolled up the staircase. Doors opened and closed. Somebody shouted something I couldn't make out. There was a brief chorus of cheers from downstairs, followed by what sounded suspiciously like someone dropping something expensive.

I looked toward the bedroom door.

"That sounded like glass."

My best friend, sitting cross-legged at the foot of my bed, took another sip of wine.

"Probably plastic."

"Probably?"

She shrugged.

"Your house. Your problem."

I stared at her.

"You're supposed to be helping me chaperone."

"I am helping."

"How?"

She lifted her wineglass.

"I'm keeping you calm."

I couldn't help laughing.

She had a point.

We'd been friends long enough that neither of us bothered pretending to be responsible when we were together.

We'd both turned forty this year.

You'd think that would've made us smarter.

It hadn't.

Downstairs, another wave of music started.

I sighed and settled back against the pillows.

"I told him twenty people."

"How many are down there?"

"I don't know. I stopped counting at thirty."

She grinned.

"See? He's doing great too."

I picked up my own glass.

The bedroom was deliberately quiet compared with the rest of the house. We'd closed the door, turned off the overhead light, and left only the bedside lamps on. A bowl of popcorn sat between us, along with a remote and an assortment of horror movies we'd accumulated over the years.

This had been the plan.

Stay upstairs.

Keep an ear out.

Let the nineteen-year-old believe he was throwing the greatest Halloween costume party in the history of mankind.

And stay out of the way.

"At least he's having fun," Allie said.

I nodded.

"That's what I keep telling myself."

A muffled thump came from downstairs.

We both looked toward the door.

Silence.

Then somebody yelled, "SORRY!"

Allie started laughing.

I took another drink and reached for the remote.

"Okay. Pick something scary."

She scanned the movie list.

"Something actually scary?"

"Yes."

"Not one of those stupid movies where everyone spends ninety minutes making terrible decisions?"

"That's most horror movies."

"Exactly."

She scrolled for another few seconds.

"What about this one?"

I glanced at the screen.

"Absolutely not."

"Why?"

"Because I watched it alone once."

"And?"

"I slept with the hallway light on."

She laughed.

"You're forty years old."

"I know."

"You're allowed to be scared."

"I didn't say I wasn't."

She selected another movie.

The opening credits began.

For perhaps five minutes, everything was peaceful.

Then Allie suddenly asked, "What were you going to be for Halloween, Mandy?"

"You mean before my husband told me two days before Halloween that his job was sending him out of state for five days and I was gonna miss the costume party. That I had already bought us costumes for? That I had been looking forward to all year?"

"Yea," Allie said trying to hide a smile at my angry outburst.

"I was gonna be a sexy clown."

"What was your hubby gonna be?"

"I wanted him to be a circus strong man but he wouldn't wear the costume. So we settled on a ringmaster."

"I wanna see your costume," Allie demanded. "Never seen a sexy clown before."

"It's hanging in the closet."

"Go get it," Allie insisted, her eyes lighting up with the kind of mischievous energy that had gotten us both into trouble for as long as I could remember. "Put it on!"

​"Are you insane?" I gestured toward the door, where the bass from downstairs was currently rattling the bedroom knob. "There are forty teenagers down there. I am not walking down there dressed as a sexy clown."

​"You're not going downstairs, you idiot. You're putting it on for me." She set her wineglass on the nightstand and pointed a finger at me. "You paid for it, you complained about missing the party, and I've been forced to listen to a remix of the Ghostbusters theme and The Monster Mash for an hour. You owe me a fashion show."

​I glared at her, but she just gave me that infuriating, unbreakable smile that meant she wasn't going to drop it.

​"Fine," I muttered, tossing the covers aside. "Go get it. But if a single nineteen-year-old sees me in a ruffled tutu and rainbow fishnets, I am telling my husband it was your idea."

Allie walked into the closet. After a minute she came out holding my latex catsuit, still hanging from its hanger in her hand. In the other hand, my matching black latex hood.

"What the fuck is this?"

"Put that back," I demanded.

"No fuckin way. I have got to see you in this."

"I am not putting that on!" I threw a throw pillow straight at her head, but she ducked, laughing so hard she almost dropped the hanger.

​"Oh my god," Allie wheezed, clutching the black latex to her chest. "A sexy clown? I hate to break it to you but this isn't a clown. Are you secretly moonlighted as a Gotham villain? Where are the ruffles? Where is the red nose?!"

​"The clown costume was hanging beside that! But you were too focused on the latex to see it." I snapped, my face burning as I scrambled off the bed to snatch the outfit away from her. "That is—that's for after the party!"

​"After the party?!" Allie gasped, practically wheezing now as she dropped onto the edge of the bed. "Your husband was going to be a ringmaster, and you were going to be a latex-clad gimp clown?! No wonder you were mad he got called out of state!"

​"It's a cat suit! And it has nothing to doi with the clown costume. And... well, it's none of your business!" I took it and shoved the hanger back into the walk-in closet before grabbing the actual costume. It was a brightly colored corset with red pom-poms, a ruffled skirt, and rainbow mesh tights.

​I stomped back into the bedroom, tossing the ruffle-monstrosity onto the bed. "There. That is the clown costume."

​Allie wiped a tear of laughter from her eye, still grinning like a lunatic. "Okay, okay. The actual clown suit is cute. But now I can't unsee the other thing."

"Forget you saw it!" I threatened.

​Allie pushed past me, going into the closet, reaching out to run her fingers over the smooth, shiny black sleeve of the catsuit.

​"Put this on," she demanded, her eyes wide with sudden, relentless determination. "I want to see you in it so badly."

​"No!" I snapped, snatching the suit out of her reach and clutching it to my chest like a shield. "It is for my husband's eyes only, okay? It's for when we are feeling wild and kinky."

​Allie blinked, her mouth dropping open as the realization hit her. "Wait—you've worn this before with him?"

​I let out a long, heavy sigh, my face burning so hot I was sure it was glowing in the dim closet light. "Yes. Quite often."

​"So... it's a kinky sex thing?" she asked, a slow, wicked grin spreading across her face.

​I shook my head violently, though my blushing cheeks completely betrayed me.

​"Oh my god," Allie gasped, practically bouncing on her heels. "No, you have to put it on! I have to see this. You can't drop a bomb like that and not show me!"

​"Allie, absolutely not! I am forty years old, my stepson is currently having a party directly below us, and I am not giving you a personal latex fashion show!"

​"If you put it on, I'll put on your clown outfit," she bargained, pointing directly at the pile of bright material and pom-poms on the bed.

"Seriously. I'll put on the ruffles, the tights, the whole ridiculous thing, and you can take as many pictures of me as you want. You can make fun of me for the rest of our lives. Deal?"

I stared at her.

This was fucking ridiculous.

Then I looked at the clown outfit on the bed.

Allie dressed like that, and I could take pictures?

Shit.

That might actually be worth it.

I knew she wasn't going to let this go anyway.

"Fine."

​"Yes!" Allie cheered softly, pumping her fist before grabbing the clown suit off the bed and retreating toward the bathroom. "Don't skip the hood!" she called out just before the door slammed shut.

Rolling my eyes, I turned back to the closet, picked up the bottle of silicone dressing aid I kept tucked in the back corner, and prepared myself for the workout that was squeezing into that skin-tight latex suit.

Ten exhausting, squeaky minutes later, I stood in front of the full-length bedroom mirror, breathless and mildly lightheaded.

The black latex was ridiculously tight, stretched over every inch of me and shining under the bedroom lamps. I could smell the silicone dressing aid all over myself.

I stretched open the neck of the matching black hood and pulled it down over my head. I worked it into place, smoothing the latex over my nose and mouth until only my eyes, nostrils, and lips were exposed through the tight cutouts.

I looked at myself in the mirror.

Fuck.

The hood was tight. Really tight.

That familiar vacuum-sealed feeling around my face and neck immediately made me a little uneasy. It happened every time I put the damn thing on.

I knew it would go away in a few minutes.

It always did.

The bathroom door clicked open.

"Prepare to be dazzled by the world's hottest clown," Allie announced, stepping out with her arms wide.

We both stood there, staring at each other.

She looked hot as fuck. The corset pushed her big tits up and out, barely covering her nipples. The short ruffled skirt didn't cover half her fat ass, not that the shiny red booty shorts covered much either. The rainbow fishnet thigh highs covered her long, curvy legs.

I stood frozen, completely speechless.

"Holy shit," I breathed, my voice slightly muffled through the tight opening of the latex hood. "Allie, you look incredible."

Allie dropped her arms and stared at me.

For once, she didn't have some smart-ass comment ready. She just stood there with her mouth hanging open.

"I was expecting to laugh," Allie said, her voice dropping an octave as her eyes slowly traced the gleaming, skin-tight silhouette of my body. "I was 100% prepared to roast you. But you look... Jesus, you look insane."

She took a step closer, the soft rustle of her ruffled skirt contrasting with the slick, squeaky shine of my catsuit.

"See?" I muttered, feeling an overwhelming flush of heat spread under the hood. "I told you it wasn't a joke."

"What shoes were you gonna wear with this outfit?" Allie asked as she walked back into the closet.

"The red heels."

She walked out a minute later, the red Pleaser heels with the thick platforms and long six-inch heels in one hand. In the other, she held my knee-high, shiny black vinyl boots. She held them out and demanded I put them on.

I snatched the boots out of her hand. I sat on the edge of the bed to pull them on. The slick material squeaked against the latex as I zipped them up to my knees, the extra height of the five-inch heels making the entire look feel aggressively sharp.

"Your turn," I said as I looked up, but she was already buckling the straps on the red heels around her ankles.

Allie stood up carefully, using the bedpost for balance. With the sheer height of the heels, her legs looked endless, and the plunging corset left almost nothing to the imagination. She turned around to check her reflection in the mirror, letting out a low whistle.

"Okay," she admitted, looking at herself and then over at me in the full-length glass. "Sexy clown works..."

"It's not a clown without the makeup," I muttered.

"Fuck outta here! I said outfit, not makeup."

I glared at her through the eyeholes of the hood. "If I'm standing here completely vacuum-sealed in black rubber, you are wearing the makeup. I did my part. Put on the clown makeup."

Allie held up her hands, shaking her head. "No, no. You don't have the gloves. Where are the gloves?"

"In the closet," I said, pointing a shiny black arm toward the walk-in.

"Fine," she said with a wicked grin. "I'll wear the clown makeup, but you have to put it on me. But then I want to see you in the gloves. I want to see the whole outfit."

"Allright," I said, pulling the vanity stool over and sitting down in front of her.

She tilted her chin up, her chest heaving slightly against the tight corset.

"Make me look fabulous."

She sat perched on the edge of the bed, a big smile on her face. I started applying makeup to Allie's face. I made her eyes dark with a lot of eyeliner and shadow around them, which really stood out against the rest of her face that I painted bright white. I gave her bright, rosy red cheeks and a red nose. Then I added dark red lipstick, making her look like a very sexy, very hot clown.

"I love the color of the lipstick," Allie said, admiring herself in the mirror before turning her gaze back to me. "Put some on yourself."

I picked up the tube, carefully lining and spreading the dark crimson color around my lips through the mouth hole in the tight latex hood.

Once I set the lipstick down, we sat there smiling at each other in the soft lamplight.

"Remember last time we dressed up in kinky outfits?" Allie asked with a wicked glint in her eye.

I couldn't help but smile at that. I remembered. That was a wild night. It was also before my husband, back when Allie and I fooled around with each other and occasionally fucked. We were so wild back then.

Allie leaned forward, resting her hands on her knees. She looked me up and down, taking her time.

She wasn't laughing anymore.

Shit. I knew that look. I'd seen it plenty of times before.

"I forgot how much you excite me when you're dressed up," she whispered softly. "And your husband is missing all of it."

Allie stood up, towering over me in those massive platform heels. She reached out, her fingers gliding over the slick, cool latex of my shoulder.

"Where are those gloves?" she asked.

"In the box. Bottom of the closet."

As soon as she walked into the closet, I knew I fucked up.

The box.

I hadn't even thought about what else was in there. My stomach tightened as I stared toward the closet, suddenly wishing I could take back that statement. I could hear her moving things around inside, and with every rustle, I became more certain I'd just handed her exactly what she was looking for.

I should have stopped her.

Instead, I sat there, completely still, listening.

A minute later, she walked out of the closet with a huge smile on her face. She was carrying the box. The top was still in the closet.

My stomach dropped.

She set the box down on the bed and grabbed the long black latex gloves out of it. Allie looked at me for a second, that smile getting just a little wider, before dropping the gloves into my lap.

"Put those on," she demanded.

I pulled the latex gloves over my hands. They squeaked as I worked my fingers into them, then snapped tight against my forearms.

Allie just stood there looking at me.

I looked ridiculous. She looked ridiculous. A fucking clown in six-inch red heels staring down a woman wrapped head to toe in black rubber.

Except neither of us was laughing anymore.

“You know,” Allie said, stepping closer, “it’s been a long time since I took charge of you.”

Her hand came up behind my head. She ran her fingers over the tight latex covering the back of the hood.

“Allie…”

The hood was already making me hot. Or maybe that was her.

“Don’t ‘Allie’ me.”

She stepped between my knees and tilted my head back until I was looking up at that stupid painted face.

“Tell me you haven’t thought about it.”

I didn't answer.

“Not even once?”

My hands found her waist just above the little ruffled skirt.

“I might have.”

There it was.

That fucking smile.

“Good,” she said. “Then stop talking.”

She turned toward the box.

I watched her reach inside.

When her hand came back out holding the big rubber ball gag, whatever smile I'd had disappeared.

“Allie, I don’t know…”

She held it between us.

“I do.”

I looked at the gag.

Then at her.

She didn't move. Didn't push it toward me. She just waited.

Shit.

It had been years since we'd done anything like this. Years since I'd handed her control and trusted her to know when I'd really had enough.

My heart was beating hard now.

I could still say no.

I knew that.

Instead, I swallowed and nodded.

Allie smiled.

“Open up.”

I took one last deep breath and parted my lips.

She carefully secured the thick black leather straps around the back of my head, the buckle pressing tightly against the back of my hood. The vacuum seal of the mask and the pressure of the gag left me unable to speak, leaving me to breathe through my nose.

She reached back into the box and pulled out the leather collar. She was smiling, but I didnt want to smile along with her.

Shit.

She had figured out that the loops in the latex around the neck openings of both the hood and catsuit aligned, allowing the collar to thread through them and lock them together. She snapped the small padlock through the rings at the ends and locked it shut.

Then she dropped the key into her corset, between her big tits.

Allie stepped back and looked me over, apparently pretty damn pleased with herself.

I couldn't believe how ridiculous we looked.

Her dressed like a fucking clown and me wrapped head to toe in black rubber.

And neither one of us was laughing.

"Look at you," Allie whispered, her fingers trailing down my slick black throat to the gloss of my chest. "Completely silenced, completely mine."

Allie gave me a little push, and I fell back across the mattress.

The bass downstairs was still pounding hard enough that I could feel it through the bed.

People were down there drinking, laughing, having a completely normal Halloween party.

And I was upstairs dressed like this with a sexy fucking clown standing over me.

She looked down at me, her dark-rimmed eyes wide with satisfaction, before running a hand down the slick center of my chest, between my tits.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to get you like this again," she whispered, her voice barely carrying over the distant, muffled bass of the music below.

Allie’s painted smile stretched wide, her dark-rimmed eyes glinting with absolute control as she leaned down and opened the zipper in the crotch of my latex suit. She spread the latex, then spread my wet pussy. She pushed a couple fingers inside me, making me moan loudly behind the gag. Then I watched as her other hand reached into the box and pulled out a thick dildo.

Allie’s eyes glinted with mischief as she held the sleek, contoured dildo in the lamplight.

"Let's see how quiet you can stay while the teenagers are right below us," Allie whispered.

Allie had a big smile on her face. Then she opened her mouth and pushed the dildo in. Once the tip was wet with her spit, slowly, deliberately, she lined up the dildo against my open, dripping pussy.

I let out a muffled groan behind the red ball gag, my chest heaving beneath the tight latex.

Allie pushed forward.

The slick toy slid inside me, filling me completely. A desperate moan vibrated against the rubber sphere locked between my teeth, but the thick leather straps held tight, muting my cries to nothing more than deep, desperate breaths through the hood's nostril. cutouts.

"Shh..." Allie smirked, leaning down so her dark-painted eyes were just inches from mine. She patted my latex-wrapped cheek with a smooth, gloved hand. "You don't want your stepson coming up here to check on you, do you?"

I didn't want that. I wanted her to fuck me harder.

She began to move her arm, driving the toy in a slow, agonizingly deep rhythm. Every stroke made me moan. Every moan made her smile even wider. She knew she had me.

Allie didn't pace herself. Feeling my tight pussy gripping the dildo, she picked up the speed, resting one hand against my waist to leverage her thrusts.

Squeaks from my latex movements, mixed with the squelching sound of my own wetness, echoing in the quiet room. My hips instinctively bucked upward to meet her, chasing the friction, but Allie planted a hand firmly on my stomach, right above my pussy, pinning me flat against the bed.

"No, no," she instructed with a dominant smile. "I'm in charge tonight. You just lay there and take it."

The kinky combination of being locked in the tight latex hood and forced to be quiet by the gag played just as big a part in pushing me toward an orgasm as Allie fucking my pussy with a big rubber cock. My hands clutched at the bedsheets, searching for leverage as I lost control.

Allie saw the change in my eyes through the mask's cutouts. She quickened her strokes, driving the dildo deep into my G-spot with relentless precision.

"Come for me," she demanded, her voice thick with satisfaction. "Just like you used to."

That broke me.

My thighs began to tremble violently against her legs. A muffled scream tore from my throat, trapped behind the ball gag as my orgasm crashed over me in waves. My pussy clenched around the dildo, pulsing wildly in rhythmic spasms.

Allie kept up a smooth, steady pressure through the climax, slamming the dildo into me, until my legs finally went limp against the mattress, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I sucked in all the air I could through my nose. It wasnt enough and I felt lightheaded.

She slowly pulled the toy out, leaving me open, throbbing, and completely spent.

Allie sat back on her heels, wiping her brow with the back of her wrist, her breathing as heavy as mine. A triumphant smile spread across her face.

"Now," Allie said, "Roll over. I want you up on your knees. Push your face down into the mattress."

The suffocating heat under the latex made my skin feel like it was on fire, but I didn't hesitate. That last orgasm had been intense, and if following Allie's commands meant another one, I was willing to do it.

I rolled over onto my stomach, pushed myself up onto my knees, then arched my back and pressed my face down into the soft mattress just like she'd ordered. The red rubber ball gag pressed firmly into my mouth.

The mattress sank behind me as Allie crawled up behind me.

"God, you look incredible like this," she whispered.

Her hands slid up the backs of my legs, gliding almost frictionlessly over the latex catsuit. When she reached the tops of my thighs, she grabbed my cheeks with both hands and spread them wider, exposing my asshole through the open crotch.

I groaned into the gag. I felt so fucking dirty.

Her tongue pressed against my wet pussy lips, sliding between them and making me moan. Then she worked her way upward until the tip of her tongue tickled my wrinkled butthole.

I shuddered.

I was so focused on her wet tongue against my hole that I didn't realize what she was doing until it was too late.

While her tongue was violating my asshole, she pulled my hands behind my back.

Click.

One cuff closed around my wrist.

Then the other.

The cold metal locked my hands behind me with a sharp, final snap.

For a second, I just froze.

Allie patted my back triumphantly before leaning down to whisper, "There. Totally helpless."

I made a desperate noise around the rubber ball gag and pulled against the handcuffs. The steel bit into my wrists.

My eyes went wide behind the cutouts of the latex hood.

Fuck.

I really was trapped.

Allie was in charge now, and if the past was anything to go by, I was in for a long night.

She grabbed the short chain connecting the cuffs and gave it a little tug, chuckling when I struggled.

"No use fighting it," she said, tracing one finger down the slick latex covering my spine. "You surrendered control the moment you put this hood on for me."

She moved around where I could see her.

I stared up at her through the eyeholes while she reached out and casually pushed her thumb against the rubber ball in my mouth, checking the gag, pushing it into my mouth just a little deeper. Just to watch me squirm.

"Now," Allie murmured, leaning close enough that I could feel her breath against my eyelashes, "let's see just how obedient you're going to be. I remember how much you used to love me being in charge and pushing you way past your comfort zone."

She paused, smiling at me.

"But it's not like you have much choice now."

She laughed when I groaned into the gag.

She disappeared behind me and a few seconds later, that groan turned into a moan when I felt her tongue against my asshole again. She worked the tip of it against my hole, teasing me.

It had been a long time since she'd done that to me.

Fuck, I'd missed it.

She suddenly pulled away.

"If I keep this up, I'm gonna fuck up my lipstick eating your ass," she muttered.

I'd give her the whole tube of lipstick if she kept eating my ass.

I heard the snap of latex gloves being pulled on. Then something cold and slick hit my exposed butthole.

Lube.

A moment later, she started pushing a finger into my ass.

I hated how much I'd missed that feeling. Not just her finger inside me. Her pushing me. Making me do whatever kinky, twisted shit came into her head.

One finger quickly became two.

More lube.

Then three.

I moaned into the mattress while she worked them inside me, slowly opening me up.

After a few minutes, she pulled her fingers out.

I actually groaned in disappointment.

That didn't last long.

She lubed up a big buttplug and pushed it into my ass.

I groaned as it stretched me going in. It felt like the stretching wasn't ever gonna end. Just when I thought I was going to cry out, the thickest part finally slipped through and my asshole closed tightly around the narrower neck, locking it in place.

I barely had time to process that before she pushed the thick dildo back into my pussy.

She buried the whole thing inside me, the flared base spreading my lips wide apart. Then I heard the zipper.

Zzzzip.

The latex closed over my crotch.

She'd trapped both of them inside my stretched holes.

Allie grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me up onto my knees. Then, as she helped me to my feet, she said, “Come on. Time to go join the party.”

What?

I froze beside the bed.

No fucking way.

I shook my head violently, the leather straps of the gag creaking against the latex hood.

“Mmmph! Mmm-mmm!”

Allie laughed.

“Oh, stop being so dramatic. They’re all adults. Half of them are probably too drunk or distracted to even notice you. They’ll think you’re part of the Halloween theme.”

I planted my boots into the carpet.

I wasn’t going down there.

Fuck that.

Allie grabbed my upper arm with one hand and the short chain between my cuffs with the other.

“Up we go.”

She pulled.

I threw my weight backward, but with my hands cuffed behind me and five-inch heels under my feet, I had almost no leverage. The slick boots dragged across the carpet.

“Mmph-mmph-MMFF!”

My stepson is down there!

Allie kept pulling.

The plug and dildo shifted inside me as I struggled, sending another jolt through my body.

Jesus Christ.

Even fighting her was making the damn things move.

She marched me toward the bedroom door.

The closer we got, the louder the party became. Bass vibrated through the floorboards beneath my heels. People shouted over the music. Bottles clinked. Somebody downstairs burst out laughing.

There were a shitload of people out there.

Allie reached for the doorknob.

I panicked.

I'd agreed to let Allie take control. Hell, I'd wanted her to.

But that was upstairs. In my bedroom. Just the two of us.

I hadn't agreed to being dragged downstairs in front of forty people, including my fucking stepson.

This wasn't what I'd signed up for.

I twisted hard and tried to pull away.

She held on.

“No. Mmff! ALLIE!”

I should have known. She loves to push me past my comfort zone. She always has.

Her fingers closed around the knob.

Fuck.

“Be a good girl,” she whispered against my covered ear.

Then she smiled.

“Or I’ll tell everyone down there who the latex gimp actually is.”

I stopped fighting.

For a second, I just stared at her.

She wouldn’t.

That fucking grin said she might.

Click.

The bedroom door opened.

Cool hallway air hit the exposed skin around my mouth and eyes.

Then the noise hit me.

Music. Laughter. People shouting over each other.

Allie stepped into the hallway, her red platform heels clicking against the hardwood.

She tugged my arm.

I stumbled out behind her.

Fuck.

The heavy butt plug shifted with every step, and I kept clenching my ass around the narrow neck because it felt like the damn thing was going to slide out. At the same time, the dildo moved inside my pussy with every awkward shift of my hips.

Walking in five-inch boots was hard enough without all that shit stuffed inside me.

We reached the top of the staircase.

“Look,” Allie whispered. “Nobody even knows it’s you.”

She pulled me closer to the edge of the landing.

From there, I could see almost the entire living room.

Jesus Christ.

There had to be thirty or forty people down there.

Vampires. Zombies. Witches. Fake blood everywhere. Everybody seemed to have a drink in their hand.

And there I was at the top of the stairs in my own fucking house, sealed in black rubber, gagged, handcuffed, and double-stuffed.

“Mmph-ffff!”

Allie chuckled and tugged the chain between my cuffs.

“Relax. Nobody’s even looking up.”

Then I saw him.

Tyler.

Oh, fuck.

He came out of the kitchen in his cheap pirate costume, red Solo cup in one hand, plastic sword hanging from his belt.

He stopped near the bottom of the stairs to talk to three of his friends.

Maybe twenty feet away.

Don’t look up.

I planted my heels and pulled backward.

“Mmm-mmm! Allie!”

She looked down the stairs, spotted Tyler, then looked back at me.

That fucking smile.

Instead of retreating, she stepped onto the first stair and pulled me with her.

I shook my head frantically.

“Quiet down, gimp,” she whispered. “Pull back again and I’ll call him over and ask where the keg is.”

I stared at her.

She wouldn’t.

Would she?

Allie raised her eyebrows.

I stopped fighting.

“That’s a good girl.”

She led me down another step.

Then another.

My five-inch heels suddenly felt about ten inches tall.

Tyler was still talking.

Still laughing.

Still not looking up.

Thank God.

The plug shifted inside me as I stepped down again.

“Mmph.”

Allie heard it.

Of course she fucking did.

She leaned close to my ear.

“He has no idea.”

I glared at her.

She grinned and kept going.

Halfway down, she stopped.

Why the fuck are we stopping?

Tyler was standing almost directly below us now.

I could hear him laughing.

Allie gave the chain a little tug.

“Stay.”

My breath came faster through the nostril holes in the hood.

Then two people in matching vampire costumes wandered into the foyer beneath us.

The guy glanced up.

He stopped.

Oh, fuck.

His girlfriend looked too.

For one horrible second, all four of us just stared at each other.

Then the guy raised his red cup.

“Whoa! Sick costume!”

They kept walking.

I nearly fucking collapsed.

Allie gave them an exaggerated little bow.

“Thanks! Wanna trade your girlfriend for my gimp?” she called after them.

It wasn't loud enough for them to hear and they were already walking away, but I did.

I heard it. My face burned beneath the hood.

“See?”

I hated that she was right.

Nobody knew it was me.

That should've been a relief. Hell, it was a relief.

But there was something else, too.

I'd been terrified of somebody recognizing me, and now that two people had looked straight at me without having a clue, some of that fear was turning into excitement.

Fuck.

I knew that feeling.

I still didn't want Tyler seeing me like this.

That hadn't changed. But part of me was starting to enjoy getting away with something I had absolutely no business doing.

The humiliation should have killed whatever arousal I had left.

It didn't.

That was the fucked-up part.

Somebody could figure out who I was. Allie was treating me like her fucking pet in the middle of my own house. Tyler was right downstairs.

And somehow none of that was helping.

My thighs started trembling inside the slick latex.

Fuck.

Not here.

Allie felt the shudder run through me.

She reached around my waist with one gloved hand and grabbed my hip, steadying me while her thumb pressed firmly into my lower belly.

“That’s it,” Allie whispered into my ear. “Right here on the stairs. Come for me again, you pathetic rubber slut.”

That did it.

I screamed into the ball gag.

Or tried to.

The thick red rubber swallowed almost all of it as my hips bucked and my knees started to give out beneath me. The dildo and plug shifted inside me, and suddenly there was no holding anything back.

I came hard.

My whole body shook. My legs buckled, and for a second I thought I was going down the stairs.

Allie caught me.

She held me up with one arm around my waist and the other gripping the chain between my cuffs while I shook against her halfway down the staircase.

I squeezed my eyes shut.

Fuck.

For a few seconds, I couldn't do anything except breathe.

When my legs finally stopped shaking enough to trust them, Allie leaned close.

“I need a beer.”

Of course she fucking did.

Before I could even groan at her, she tugged the chain and started dragging me down the rest of the stairs.

The remaining steps were a slow, awkward blur. My knees were still trembling from the orgasm, and I depended on Allie’s grip to keep me steady. The heavy glass plug stayed wedged firmly in my ass, and the thick dildo was still buried inside my pussy, shifting every time I moved inside the tight, zipped catsuit.

Finally, we reached the bottom.

Allie’s red platform heels clicked against the hardwood floor of the foyer.

She didn't hesitate.

She pulled the chain and dragged me right past the living room archway.

Fuck.

I could barely see through the narrow eyeholes of the latex hood. Colored lights were flashing everywhere, somebody had the damn fog machine going, and there was spilled beer on the floor.

There were people everywhere.

Jesus Christ. How many people had Tyler invited?

A few glanced our way, but nobody seemed particularly interested.

Apparently, a woman wrapped head to toe in shiny black rubber, being led around by a half-naked clown in six-inch heels, wasn't even worth a second look at this party.

“Mmmph! Mmm-MMFF!”

That was all she heard when I tried to protest. There was no point in trying to communicate. Allie wasn't paying attention to anything I said anyway. My eyes darted around frantically, terrified that my stepson would walk out of the living room at any second. The humiliation of being paraded through my own downstairs, bound, silenced, and double-stuffed made my face burn with intense heat beneath the suffocating rubber mask.

“Quiet,” Allie purred, leaning close to my covered ear as she navigated us into the kitchen. “You’re doing great. Just stay close to your Mistress.”

My Mistress was a fucking clown.

The kitchen was slightly less crowded, lit only by the fluorescent glow of the open refrigerator and the glow of the under cabinet lighting

Two guys dressed like cheap bedsheet ghosts were standing by the counter, filling plastic cups from a keg. They barely paid us any mind, offering only a slurred “Cool suit, bro” as Allie marched me straight up to the island.

She pulled the handcuff chain downward, forcing my shoulders back and making me stand up tall against the edge of the counter.

I stood there while Allie poured herself a beer like this was completely fucking normal.

She took a sip and looked over at me.

Apparently, this was my life now.

Standing in my own kitchen dressed like a rubber gimp while my best friend played Mistress and got herself a fucking beer.

A guy dressed in a pink bunny outfit walked into the kitchen. He stopped when he saw us.

“Holy shit, you two are fuckin’ hot,” he blurted out. “Sexiest clown I’ve ever seen. And I love how the latex is stretched tight over her big tits.”

He stepped closer and leaned against the kitchen counter, looking us both up and down.

“Seriously,” he said, taking a drink from his cup. “Where did you guys even come from? You don’t go to our school. I would remember you two. Best costumes at this entire party, hands down.”

Allie took another sip of her beer, then leaned over the counter, deliberately showing off her ample cleavage. A smirk pulled at the corner of her dark-painted lips.

“We came from way out of your league,” Allie said, resting her hand on my ass. “And my pet here only likes girls.”

The guy chuckled and raised his hands. “Hey, fair enough. Just saying, impressive commitment to the bit.”

He looked me over one more time—the black latex, the gag, all of it—before turning back toward the living room.

“Have fun with your gimp, clown!” he shouted over his shoulder.

The second he disappeared into the crowd, Allie leaned close to my covered ear. I felt her warm breath even through the rubber hood. Then she gave the chain a firm tug, pulling my shoulders back and making me stand straight again.

“See?” she whispered. “Not a single clue. You’re completely safe... and completely mine.”

She took another long sip of her beer. She was about to speak when a tall, muscular guy dressed in a basketball uniform busted in through the back door.

“Cool costumes,” he said when he saw us.

He grabbed three cups and started filling them with beer.

“Help me carry these outside and you can smoke with me and my friends,” he offered to Allie.

She looked at me and smiled.

I immediately shook my head no.

“Sure,” she said.

The tall guy in the basketball jersey held the door open while Allie marched me outside.

The cool autumn air hit my hot latex as Allie dragged me through the open back door, the chain between my handcuffs clinking softly with every step. My heels knocked against the wooden deck behind her.

“Check it out, guys,” he called to a couple of guys gathered around the glass patio table. Smoke hung in the air around them. “Look who I found in the kitchen.”

They both looked up.

Allie stood there in her plunging corset, ruffled skirt, and painted clown makeup, holding my leash. Beside her, I was locked head to toe in black rubber, bound, double-stuffed, and silenced by the oversized red ball gag.

“Holy shit,” the guy dressed like Fonzie from Happy Days laughed, taking a drag from a joint. “That is insane. Did you buy that just for tonight?”

Allie handed the two extra beers to them with one hand. Then she smacked my ass with the other and gave them an exaggerated little bow.

“When we commit to Halloween, we commit 100%,” she said.

Then she looked at me.

“Say hi to the nice people.”

I let out a low, frantic “Mmmph-ffff!” against the rubber sphere jammed between my jaws, my eyes darting nervously toward the house. Every subtle shift of my feet on the deck sent sharp, deep pulses of pleasure straight up my spine as the plug and thick dildo shifted inside me.

“She’s a little vocal tonight,” Allie joked, taking a long drink of her beer as they laughed, completely oblivious to the fact that the silent latex figure shivering on their patio was the woman who paid the mortgage.

The other guy, dressed like a vampire, lit another joint. After taking a couple of hits, he passed it to Allie.

The guy in the basketball jersey moved closer. When Allie passed him the joint, he put his hand on her ass and gave it a squeeze.

“Whoa! Easy there, Casanova,” she said. “How old are you guys?”

“We’re all 19. And we’ve all got big cocks.”

His friends immediately started cheering and laughing.

Allie took another sip of her beer and looked the basketball player up and down. She didn’t pull away from his hand, but she didn’t exactly encourage him either.

“Let’s see what you’ve got,” she said. “If they’re as big as you say, we might be interested.”

She looked at me and smiled.

I slowly shook my head no.

The tall guy didn’t hesitate. He laughed and reached down to undo the drawstring on his shorts, apparently more than willing to prove his claim. His friends cheered him on over the bass thumping through the closed patio doors.

The basketball player pulled down his shorts, revealing a surprisingly thick, half-erect penis that quickly hardened as we watched.

His friends lost it, hooting and laughing like they were in a locker room.

Allie’s eyes widened.

She took another drag from the joint, blew the smoke over the railing, then leaned down toward my covered ear.

“Well,” she whispered, “looks like he wasn’t lying.”

My eyes went wide behind the mask’s cutouts. I shook my head frantically, straining against the cold steel of the handcuffs locked behind my back.

“MM-MMM! Mmph-FFF!” I pleaded through the thick rubber ball gag.

I shook my head frantically, pulling against the handcuffs.

What the fuck was happening?

I was standing on my own back patio, tied up and gagged, while some nineteen-year-old guy pulled his dick out in front of me.

I should've been terrified.

I was terrified.

So why the fuck was I still turned on?

This had gone way beyond anything I'd agreed to upstairs.

Underneath that fear I was feeling was something I hadn't felt in years.

That reckless, stupid part of me that always seemed to come out whenever Allie was around.

I hated that she could still get inside my head like this.

Worse, I hated that part of me was curious about what would happen next.

I still wanted a way out. I just wasn't sure what I'd do if she finally gave me one.

“Tell you what, big guy,” Allie said, stepping closer to the basketball player and lightly tapping the tip of his hard shaft with her long, dark-painted fingernail. “If your friends are packing decent cocks too, we might fuck with you.”

The three guys looked at each other.

That was apparently all the encouragement the other two needed.

The guy dressed like Fonzie quickly unbuttoned his jeans, and the vampire followed. A few seconds later, both had their thick, fully erect cocks out too.

“See? We told you,” Fonzie said with a cocky laugh. “Now it’s your turn to make good on your word.”

Allie’s painted smile widened. She took one last deep drag from the joint, dropped it into an empty beer cup, then gave the chain between my handcuffs a sharp yank.

My hips jerked forward.

“MMMF!”

My whole body trembled beneath the hot latex.

“You heard the boys,” Allie said into my covered ear, sliding her hand down my rubber-clad hip and squeezing my ass. “They passed the test. Time to show them how real women can handle all this cock.”

I shook my head violently, my eyes wide behind the mask’s cutouts. But with my wrists locked behind my back and my jaws stretched around the red rubber ball, there wasn’t much I could do about it.

Allie reached down and unzipped the crotch of my catsuit again, pulling out the dildo that had been wedged inside me. My dripping, swollen pussy was suddenly exposed to the chilly night air.

“Which one of you wants to go first?” she asked.

The basketball player didn’t need to be asked twice.

He dropped onto one of my lounge chairs and pulled me toward him, grabbing my latex-clad waist with both hands. A second later, I was straddling him, kneeling on the chair over his lap.

He lined up his thick shaft and pulled me straight down onto his long, thick cock, stretching my aching pussy even more than the dildo had.

“HOLY SHIT!” he groaned, his eyes rolling back as my tight, hyper-sensitive pussy clamped down around him.

A desperate scream tore out of me but died against the gag, coming out as a deep, vibrating groan instead. His bare skin was hot against the cold rubber covering my thighs.

Then he started fucking me.

Fast and hard, his hands locked around my waist as his hips slapped against the slick latex.

Allie stood over us, watching my pussy get pummeled.

“Look at you,” she said, leaning down until I was staring directly into her dark-rimmed eyes through the mask. “Taking it like a champion. Want some more, slut?”

Before I could second-guess myself, I nodded.

Allie burst out laughing.

She grabbed the buttplug and pulled it from my ass, leaving my slippery hole gaping open.

The guy dressed like a vampire dropped down behind me. Allie reached over and grabbed his cock, spit on the head, and rubbed her saliva around with her fingers. Then she lined it up with my asshole.

He pushed his hard cock into my ass.

I couldn’t even get a proper scream out as his cock forced its way past my sphincter. The stretch of having both holes filled at once hit me so hard my entire body tensed between them. The ball gag swallowed the sound, turning it into a harsh, wet groan against the rubber in my mouth.

“Fuck, her ass feels so good!” the vampire groaned behind me, digging his hands into the latex over my hips as he started thrusting. “I’m only fucking bitches in the ass now.”

It felt good knowing that a couple strokes in my ass could change someone’s whole life philosophy.

Allie laughed when our eyes met.

The basketball player matched the vampire’s rhythm, pulling my waist down onto his thick shaft every time the other guy drove into me from behind. I was trapped between them over the lounge chair, the cool night air hitting the hot latex while the suit squeaked with every movement.

Somehow, I could still hear the bass pounding inside my house.

Allie stood right beside us with her beer, watching.

“Look at you,” she said, running a gloved finger along the back of my latex-covered neck. “Getting double stuffed, like the slut I knew you still were.”

She glanced over at Fonzie.

“If you don’t mind, I’m gonna take this last cock.”

I couldn’t even respond. I was too focused on the two big cocks double-stuffing me.

Allie pushed Fonzie down onto the other lounge chair and dropped to her knees between his spread legs. She swallowed his big cock down her throat, making him moan loudly.

Fonzie let out a low groan as Allie took control, her painted face bent over his lap.

Beside them, the basketball player and the vampire kept fucking me, their hands holding me between them as their hard cocks drove deep into me.

The latex squeaked rhythmically against the vinyl of the chair with every sharp thrust, the contrast of cold rubber and hot skin making everything feel even more intense. Through the tight nose holes of the hood, my breathing came fast and shallow as the double penetration pushed me closer to another orgasm.

The cold night air wasn't doing a damn thing to cool me off.

I could still hear the music coming from inside my house.

Jesus Christ.

A few hours ago, I'd been upstairs drinking wine with Allie, planning to watch horror movies and stay out of everybody's way.

And now look at me.

What the fuck had happened to my nice, quiet Halloween?

Every joint thrust from the vampire behind me and the basketball player beneath me sent an electric jolt straight up my spine. My walls clamped around their thick shafts as they settled into the same brutal rhythm. I couldn't stop my hips from grinding back into them anymore.

I wasn't just letting it happen.

I was fucking them back.

That realization should have horrified me.

Instead, it pushed me over the edge.

My pussy and ass clenched hard around both cocks as a violent orgasm tore through me. I screamed into the thick red ball gag, my muscles spasming uncontrollably as they kept fucking me through it before finally finishing inside me.

I looked over at Allie, still deep-throating the big cock over and over. The guy came with a loud moan, shooting into her mouth while she kept bobbing up and down.

When it was finally over, the young men pulled back, panting and laughing among themselves as they adjusted their clothes and headed back inside toward the party.

Just like that.

Allie wiped her mouth, then looked at me with a triumphant grin and helped me off the chair.

“Feel good?” Allie asked.

I nodded.

“I don’t. The little prick came down my throat before I could get my pussy fucked.”

I stared at her.

Of course that was what she was worried about.

I should've been freaking out. Tyler's friends had just fucked me on my own patio while a house full of people partied twenty feet away.

Instead, I was standing there trying not to smile. The ball gag helped with that.

Fuck.

I knew this feeling.

I'd almost forgotten it.

This was what being around Allie used to do to me. One bad idea became another, and somehow I always ended up going along with it.

Usually because I wanted to.

Allie caught me looking at her.

“What?”

I shook my head.

Nothing.

But she knew me too well. That little smile came back.

Shit.

I had a feeling she wasn't done with me yet.

Allie bent down and picked up the plug and dildo.

“We need to put these back where they came from, slut.”

I moaned behind the ball gag. It was probably the closest thing I could make to a sound of despair.

There was my answer.

“We can't just carry them through the party, can we?” she asked.

I couldn't argue with her logic.

Not that I could argue at all.

I bent over, giving her access to my dripping holes.

Allie pushed the buttplug and dildo back into me. Still trembling from head to toe, I followed her inside. She grabbed a couple of beers as we passed through the kitchen.

We were halfway up the stairs when I heard someone behind us talking about a latex-clad slut getting double-stuffed in the backyard.

I stopped.

I knew that voice.

I looked back and saw the basketball player talking to Tyler, my stepson.

Tyler froze with his red Solo cup halfway to his mouth as he listened to his friend's animated description. His brow furrowed. Then his eyes shifted toward the back door.

He started walking toward it.

Oh, fuck.

Allie saw it too.

She grabbed my arm and yanked me up the remaining stairs. I stumbled after her in my heels, exhausted and still trembling, until she dragged me into the master bedroom.

She shoved the door closed behind us.

The booming bass from downstairs dropped to a distant thud.

Allie set the beers on the nightstand and turned toward me.

She looked entirely too pleased with herself.

“Well,” she said, “that was certainly better than watching a horror movie.”

She unbuckled the leather straps behind my head and gently pulled the heavy red ball gag from my mouth. My jaw was so sore from holding the oversized sphere that it took several seconds before I could close my lips.

“You... are an absolute monster,” I rasped. My voice was raw, and my face was burning beneath the tight latex hood as I tried to catch my breath.

“I’m a visionary,” Allie corrected with a wink.

She grabbed the key and unlocked the steel handcuffs around my wrists.

Finally.

I immediately reached up to pull the hood off, only to remember the damn thing was still locked to the collar around my neck.

“Unlock this hood. You’ve had your fun.”

“Not just yet. You’ve gotten off several times, but I haven’t cum once yet.”

I collapsed backward onto the mattress, completely spent, the heavy butt plug and dildo still securely wedged inside me beneath the zipped crotch of the suit.

Allie sat beside me and reached towards my crotch. She pulled the zipper down. Then she pulled out her phone.

“Now...” She pointed it at me.

I was sprawled across my own bed, flushed and breathless, still completely encased in shiny black rubber, the dildo and plug still stretching my holes.

“Smile for the blackmail album.”

“Don’t you dare,” I groaned.

I didn't even have the energy to cover my face.

The bedroom door creaked open.

I looked over.

Tyler was standing in the doorway.

Oh, fuck.

His mouth fell open as he stared at us—me stretched out on the bed in the latex catsuit, my stretched pussy exposed, and Allie sitting beside me in her clown costume.

“So it’s true?” Tyler stammered as I pulled my legs together.

He took half a step backward.

“One of my friends said that he and another guy double-teamed some slut wrapped head to toe in tight black latex in the backyard.”

Nobody said anything.

Tyler still had his red Solo cup halfway to his mouth.

I couldn't move.

I couldn't fucking breathe.

His eyes went from Allie to me. Then back to Allie.

I reached up and grabbed at the collar holding the latex hood around my head.

I wanted it off.

I needed it off.

Trying to have this conversation with my stepson while dressed like this was too fucking twisted, even after everything else that had happened tonight. But I didn't want him to turn around and run off.

My stepson was standing in the doorway, staring at me.

He knew.

Oh, God.

He fucking knew.

“Tyler—” I choked out. My voice was raspy and broken after hours of being gagged.

I tried to scramble backward, sit up, anything to cover myself.

Fuck.

I couldn't believe Tyler was standing there seeing me like this.

I froze, too embarrassed to move, just staring back at him.

He looked back at me.

His eyes went from my face to the shiny black latex covering me, then down to my boots and the open box on the bed.

His mouth was open but there was no sound coming out.

Fuck.

Seeing me was bad enough.

Seeing all the shit in that box probably answered every question I didn't want him asking..

Finally, he looked at Allie.

Allie didn’t even flinch.

Of course she didn’t.

She calmly set her phone down on the bed and tilted her head. Her dark-painted clown lips curled into a slow smile, like this wasn’t the absolute fucking disaster it was.

“Tyler,” Allie said, cool and conversational, like she’d caught him wandering into the kitchen on a Sunday afternoon. “You’re supposed to knock.”

Tyler blinked.

His mouth opened, then closed again. For a second, nothing came out.

Then he finally managed to speak.

“I—I... Marcus said... he said...”

He looked back at me, horror and confusion spreading across his face as his brain tried to make sense of what he was seeing: his respectable, forty-year-old stepmother sprawled across her bed dressed like a dirty latex slut.

“Mandy? What the fuck is going on?!”

Panic hit me.

My husband coming home early. Tyler telling his father. Divorce. My normal, quiet life going straight down the fucking toilet.

“Tyler, listen to me,” I pleaded, my voice barely more than a rasp inside the hood. “It’s—it’s not what it looks like—”

“It is exactly what it looks like,” Allie interrupted.

She swung her long, fishnet-covered legs over the edge of the bed and stood up.

Without her platform heels, she was much shorter, but it didn’t make her look any less intimidating. Standing there in her plunging, brightly colored corset, clown makeup smeared and red lipstick half ruined, she still looked completely unhinged.

She took a slow, deliberate step toward Tyler. He instinctively took a half-step back into the hallway, his knuckles white around his plastic cup.

​"Here are your choices, Tyler," Allie said, her tone dropping into a low, dangerously quiet purr. She held up one finger. "Choice number one: You make a scene. You go downstairs and tell your drunk, horny friends that the 'slut in black rubber' they've been talking about is the woman who buys your groceries, pays your tuition, and lets you throw parties in her house. Then you can call your dad, explain to him why you were snooping around, trying to get a look at his wife. That choice isnt gonna be good for anyone."

​She held up a second finger, her dark-rimmed eyes locking onto his with terrifying intensity.

​"Choice number two: You take me to your room so we can have some fun. I'm super horny and I will let you fuck all my holes. Then we never talk about this night again."

​Tyler stared at her, completely paralyzed. The bass from downstairs thumped softly through the floorboards, a cruel reminder of the forty teenagers hanging out just one floor below.

​"And besides," Allie added, offering a wicked, painted wink, "do you really want to be the guy who ruined the best Halloween party your friends will ever go to?"

Tyler just stood there for a few seconds, looking from me to Allie and back again.

Nobody said anything.

Then he swallowed and tightened his grip on the red Solo cup.

“My... my room?” he asked, like he wasn't sure he'd heard her right.

“Your room,” Allie confirmed smoothly. She didn't wait for him to process it any further. “You're gonna love it, cutie.”

She paused at the threshold, looking back over her shoulder at me with a slow, triumphant, and completely unrepentant grin.

She motioned for me to come closer. I got up off the bed with a moan.

“Lock the door behind us,” Allie purred softly. “Don't even think about taking the toys out. I'm not through with you yet. And that latex stays on until I decide to unlock you. And I'm not done with you tonight.”

My smile faltered when she whispered, “I'm not unlocking you until you've licked and sucked all his cum out of my holes.”

Before I could force a single word past my sore, raspy throat, Allie pulled Tyler out into the hall and pulled the master bedroom door shut with a soft, final click. Their muffled footsteps retreated down the carpeted hallway toward his room at the end of the corridor, followed shortly by the distinct sound of another door closing.

I lay sprawled on my back across the rumpled sheets, completely helpless and trapped inside the gleaming, suffocating shell of my latex catsuit. The cool air hit my only exposed skin. My lips and my eyelids. Beneath the black latex, my body was a sweltering furnace. I felt damp and sweaty.

I contemplated opening the crotch and exposing my ass and pussy. That wouldn't be a good idea. The temptation to pull the thick plug out of my stretched asshole to get a little relief was too great. Besides, I would probably just start fucking my pussy with the fat dildo.

So between my legs, the double violation remained locked in place. I tried to shift my hips to find a comfortable position, but any tiny movement only sent sharp, agonizingly sweet waves of electricity straight up my spine. My body was completely spent, yet the persistent, deep pressure inside my swollen holes kept me hovering on the razor-edge of hyper-sensitive, twisted arousal.

All I could hear was my own breathing inside the hood.

Jesus Christ.

I was forty years old. I had a husband, a stepson, a house, and a pretty normal fucking life.

Or at least I had when I woke up this morning. That felt like so fucking long ago.

It also felt like so long ago that Allie and Tyler walked out, leaving me all alone. Waiting.

The party downstairs was finally starting to die down. The bass was still going, but it wasn't shaking the damn floor anymore. Every so often I heard somebody yell or laugh, then a door would slam somewhere downstairs.

I barely noticed.

I kept listening to the hallway.

Nothing.

What the fuck was taking her so long?

I shifted on the bed and immediately regretted it.

Jesus.

I went still again.

Tyler knew.

That thought kept coming back no matter how hard I tried not to think about it.

My stepson knew what I'd been doing in the backyard with his friends. He'd seen me lying here dressed like this. Tomorrow morning I was supposed to get up, make coffee, and somehow look him in the eye.

Fuck.

And my husband...

I shut my eyes.

Nope.

I wasn't thinking about that yet.

I lay there listening to my own breathing inside the hood.

The really fucked-up part was that I should've wanted this thing off more than anything.

I should've been done.

Instead, I was wondering what Allie was doing down the hall.

And why the hell she was taking so long.

Finally, the master bedroom door clicked open.

My eyes snapped toward it.

Allie walked in and locked the door behind her.

She sat on the edge of the bed and slipped her feet out of her red platform heels, letting them hit the floor with two heavy thuds. Her bright clown corset had come slightly loose, her short ruffled skirt was wrinkled, and her dark lipstick was smeared around her mouth. She looked like she'd had one hell of a night.

Her dark-rimmed eyes caught the warm lamplight as she looked at me. She didn't say anything, but the satisfied little smile on her face told me enough.

"He's asleep," Allie purred, her voice low as she crossed the room toward the bed. "Or completely exhausted, at least. Turns out your stepson was very eager to keep your dirty little secret. He's also a filthy little pervert. Wanna hear what he did to me?"

I let out a muffled, raspy groan through the mouth opening of my tight hood. My eyes widened behind the rubber cutouts. Part of me was terrified. The rest of me hated how much I wanted to know what had happened.

"I'll tell you this—he wanted every detail about what happened in the backyard. He is infatuated with his stepmommy. He also isn't as well-endowed as his friends, but he sure eats pussy well. He licked me to a couple of orgasms while I spilled the details. Poor guy came all over his stomach while I was describing your DP."

She let that sink in for a second.

"Anyway, everyone is gone, and the doors are locked. You guys have some cleaning to do in the morning. But first, we have some unfinished business."

Allie climbed onto the mattress, straddling my chest with her bare legs. She leaned down until her smeared, painted face was only inches from mine. I could smell sweat, beer, and sex on her.

"You've been a very obedient little gimp while I was gone," Allie whispered, reaching down to stroke the smooth, cool rubber over my cheek.

"Allie..." I choked out, my voice raw, hoarse, and trembling. "Please..."

"Please what?" Allie smirked, reaching between my legs and casually unzipping the crotch of my catsuit. She reached in, gripped the base of the dildo and the butt plug, and pulled them both out in one slick, agonizing motion.

A loud gasp tore from my throat as my stretched holes were left gaped open, throbbing violently in the open air.

"I told you the rules before I left," Allie murmured, her dark eyes locked on mine as she unbuttoned her corset, letting the colorful fabric fall away to reveal her bare, slick body.

She straddled me, spreading her legs wide right over my face. "I said you weren't getting unlocked until you licked and sucked every last drop of cum out of me."

I was confused. "But... I thought Tyler came while he was licking your pussy."

Allie laughed. "He did. Then that basketball player from the backyard stuck his head in the room. I quickly pulled him in, and I sat on his cock. You can thank him for the creampie."

"What about Tyler? What did he do?"

Allie chuckled. "While I was riding that cock, while he filled my pussy so good, I looked over and saw Tyler jerking off, watching us. That little pervert is a voyeur. After that, he crawled over and kneeled on the floor watching up close as the guy pummeled my asshole."

I stared up at her, trying to make sense of everything she'd just told me.

Jesus Christ.

Tyler had watched.

Allie had fucked one of his friends in his bedroom.

And now she was sitting on top of me telling me about it like she'd just come back from getting a drink.

This whole night had gone completely fucking insane.

But that wasn't what bothered me most.

What bothered me was the way my body reacted while she told me.

I was still turned on.

After everything that had happened, after all the times I'd told myself Allie was the one pushing things too far, I couldn't use that excuse anymore.

Not after the patio.

Not after I'd nodded when she asked if I wanted more.

Fuck.

I'd wanted more.

I still did.

Allie shifted above me.

That was enough thinking.

I didn't argue. I didn't pull away.

With a low moan, I reached up with my latex-gloved hands, grabbed Allie's ass, and pulled her down toward me. I pushed my tongue into her asshole, not just willing, but eager to obey my Mistress.