Beth and Pat's Halloween Beth and Pat had big plans for Halloween this year. They had been talking it over for days, but there was so much they wanted to do! They finally decided they would start early each evening, and play out two scenes each night. They would each have a turn playing the dominant and the submissive. Halloween fell on a Saturday this year, so there would be lots of parties on Friday and Saturday night. The were careful to get lots of sleep before Friday; they both knew they were in for a couple of long nights. As many people know, the midwest has long been a hotbed of concealed kinkiness, and the small university they attended was no exception. Beth's sorority and Pat's fraternity both had Halloween parties planned on different nights, and the couple was sure that these and the bars and clubs in nearby Chicago would provide ample opportunities for their games. ***** Friday Night, 7:00pm They had flipped a coin to determine who would top on Friday night; Beth had lost the toss, and now Pat was watching her wriggle into the sluttiest outfit she owned. It consisted of a black leather miniskirt and a tight black midriff-baring T-top that she normally used for working out. She wore no stockings, and 3-inch black pumps and large gold hoop earrings completed her ensemble. Only she and Pat knew that under the skirt, she wore not panties, but a black thong bikini bottom. However, her lack of a bra was *quite* obvious! Beth's long nipples were already stiffening, just from thinking about what might happen tonight. Pat whistled his approval and dumped items from a gym bag onto her bed. "Ok, slave, time to accessorize," he said. Oh, no, Beth thought. I was afraid of this. But she had agreed, as he had, that for one night, each of them would obey all of the other's commands, to be modified only by the sparing use of the safe words "yellow" and "red". Beth nodded, but didn't speak; slaves need their master's permission for that. Besides, they had both agreed it would be better if there were no questions, only experiences. Pat picked up the finely-crafted, heavy leather slave collar, lifted her hair out of the way, and buckled it around her neck. Beth shivered as he locked it with a brass padlock. Then he clipped a leash to the ring on the back of her collar, and led her toward the door. They stopped by the mirror near the door. Beth could hardly recognize the girl who looked back at her. With her shadowed eyes, and submissively pouting red lips, she looked like an actress from a bad movie. And the collar and leash! Pat carried the gym bag with him, saying, "I'm sure we'll find a convenient time and place for these other toys sometime later this evening." ***** Leaving her dorm was like setting foot on an alien planet. Sounds seemed louder, lights brighter. The rings on her collar jingled. Beth was sure she could feel a hot flush in her face and neck. The night was very warm for late October; Pat had considered a coat for her, but he thought she could make it the short distance to the party without too much discomfort. He let her lead the way, tugging on her leash when he wanted her to slow down (she was almost skipping in her high heels in her anxiousness to get inside before someone saw her), and directing her to take back alleys and seldom-used paths. Still, she was sure at least two boys and a girl saw her from a distance. She began breathing heavily; she was afraid she'd hyperventilate. Pat soothed her, rubbing her back softly and telling her to concentrate on the mantra he'd taught her. It seemed to help, but then one of the boys who had seen her ran up to them. 'Thank God I don't know him!' thought Beth. "Wow! Great outfit!" said the boy, who introduced himself as Tom. "Are you going to a party?" he asked. He addressed Pat, as if Beth was not even there. "Yes, we're going to the Theta Xi party; we just stopped to take a short rest," said Pat. "Would you be kind enough to help me with something, Tom?" "Sure," said Tom, licking his lips. "I need to see if my slave is getting wet yet, but I don't want to get my hands all sticky; could you check her for me?" he asked. Without waiting for a reply, Pat pulled Beth into the shadow of a nearby building. Then he held Beth's wrists behind her back with one hand, and with the other, he lifted her skirt partway. Tom needed no further encouragement. Slipping both hands under her skirt, he ran them over her firm behind, finally grabbing and poking at her sex through the bikini bottom. "Moist," he said, grinning. "Thank you," said Pat. "You may get to play with her some more if you come to the party, but we would like to make an entrance by ourselves, if you don't mind." "I'll be there!" Tom said, and he shadowed them the rest of the way. At one point, Beth looked back and saw him sniffing his fingers. The rest of the trip passed without incident. Beth was in a daze, though. This was nothing like she had imagined it would be. _Could_ she even have imagined it? No. But, so far, she did not want to stop. This was the most exciting thing she had ever done, and she knew she would never forgive herself if she backed out now. Pat stopped her in the archway before the house. "You look beautiful," he said. "I want you to remember for the whole night that you will be the loveliest woman here. I want you to think of the great gift you are giving all of us by allowing us to see you like this. Can you do that for me, Beth?" She nodded. Pat was not just trying to build up her confidence; he was trying to tell her how proud he was of her. ***** Their entrance was spectacular. The party was just getting started. Still, as they opened the heavy wooden door (like the door to a dungeon, Beth thought), they heard loud music. People had to shout to be heard. But all shouting stopped as they entered the living room. There were a variety of reactions. Some of the men were shocked, others lustful and admiring. Women gave her and Pat looks of pity, fear, and undisguised, open-mouthed lust. Beth could see wheels turning in most of the guys heads, as they tried to think of schemes which would allow them to spend some time with this gorgeous, submissive creature. Several of the guys did not seem surprised, though; Pat had joined Theta Xi last fall, and he had prepared most of the brothers for their little game. Conversation and dancing resumed. More people arrived. They danced, Pat never letting go of her leash. They had some drinks; Pat shared his with her. She was hardly aware of what she was drinking, what music was playing. One minute she felt completely numb; another she was burning up. People tried to talk to her; Pat answered for her. She just nodded and smiled until they went away. She had no idea what they were saying anyway; they seemed to be speaking a foreign language. Time stretched, and everything had a dreamlike quality. She tried to look at other people's costumes; she couldn't concentrate. Most of the time, she just kept her eyes down as she had been taught. Yes, it was much easier that way. She looked at her shoes, and Pat's boots, and listened to the music. A slow dance started, and Pat pulled her into a shadowed corner. After a few clumsy tries, he managed to get a pair of pre-set nipple clamps under her top and onto her hardened nipples. They were attached to a small chain. There was a small string tied to the chain; Pat pulled the chain down and tucked it up under the bottom of her T-top. The dance over, Pat announced he had to use the restroom. He took her to the second floor landing, where he locked her collar to a short chain they found attached to the railing. The minutes he was gone were the longest in her life. A few women made teasing remarks. The men were devouring her with their eyes. No one molested her, though. Beth could not know that this was because Pat had asked some of the brothers to guard her; to her they were just more guys who stared at her like she was the only woman in the world. Pat retrieved her, and pulled her a short way down the hall. "Miss me?" he grinned. Beth just gave him a look that showed how relieved she was to see him. From somewhere, Pat had gotten two sets of heavy leather cuffs. He used one pair to lock her wrists together behind her back. The other went on her ankles, with a heavy 18 inch chain connecting them. Then they went back downstairs, moving carefully because of her hobbled ankles. Her new restraints seemed to raise the male guests to a new level of excitement. Pat (and several other brothers) made sure they watched her more closely than ever, and not just because she looked so sexy; they wanted to make sure none of the guests started any trouble over this tempting treat. Tom, they guy they had met on the way over, was waiting for them, and as a slow dance started, he asked Pat if he could dance with Beth. Soon they were out on the dance floor. Tom ran his hands over her bare back, squeezed her ribs. She started to say something, and he stopped her. "Should you be speaking, slave? Has your master given you permission?" he asked. Beth shook her head silently. "Then I've got an idea for your punishment," Tom said. To her horror, he slipped his hand under her top and TUGGED ON THE STRING! The clamps were not too tight, but this, especially in public, was a violation! Her breath exploded from her, and she clung to him, suddenly dizzy. He pulled again, and she saw stars. "Ppplease stop..." she begged him. "Do you really want me to stop?" he asked. She started to reply, but he already had his hand under her skirt. "Time for another checkup," he said. As he rubbed and squeezed, she leaned against him to keep from falling. He laughed, and she realized her bottom was drenched, the insides of her thighs slick with her juices. The dance ended, and Tom led her, staggering, back to where Pat waited. Tom turned over her leash to Pat, and said, "I think she's ready for your private party." ***** "Do you have to go to the bathroom? Now is the last chance you'll get for a while." Pat asked her. She nodded, and he took her up to the second floor. He unlocked her wristcuffs before she entered the ladies room. Inside, she met a girl who was fascinated by her bondage; she asked Beth a stream of questions. "What is he doing to you?" she asked. "For tonight, he owns me," Beth whispered back. The girl's eyes grew wide, and she raced out of the bathroom. She wrapped the leash around her neck to get it out of the way, got rid of some of the beer she had drunk earlier, and cleaned herself. Her ankle chain clanked and scraped on the terrazo floor. Then they were in Pat's room on the third floor. He told her to strip, then he removed her leash, cuffs, and nipple clamps. He began to soothe her sore nipples with his tongue and started to reach for her crotch, but, to Beth's dismay, he stopped himself. He pulled himself away with an obvious effort, saying, "Later, my pet." He placed her on all fours on a soft sheepskin rug. Then he locked her into wrist and ankle spreader bars. He ran a chain from her collar to the cold radiator nearby, and said, "we're almost ready for our little party." He then put a leather ring gag in her mouth, saying, "We're not giving up your safe word. You can still make a noise and get my attention; then slap the floor once for yellow, and twice for red. Do you understand, slave?" She nodded. Pat completed his preparations by placing a deck of cards, and then his cold beer mug, on her back. So this is it, thought Beth. I'm to be a table. She started to giggle, but stopped when she saw the stern look on Pat's face. "I advise you not to spill any of our drinks," he said. ***** One knock, a long pause, and then two knocks in quick succession. Two of Pat's brothers (his best friends in the house) were at the door. Pat let them in, locking the door behind them. Matt and Eric were both very tall; Beth had always thought they were hunks. Matt had brown hair and eyes; Eric was blond and blue. "God, what a sexy babe she is!" exclaimed Eric. "She's not a babe; she is my slave", Pat corrected him. Beth hung her head in shame. She hated to be talked about like this, SEEN like this. Didn't she? Then why was she so wet? Why was she rocking back and forth trying to rub her legs together? And causing Pat's beer to fall off of her back and onto the rug! Matt noticed it first. "She spilled your beer!" he said. Beth moaned softly. "She'll be punished for that later; right now, we've got a card game to play," said Pat. "Come on, put your beers on the table and start shuffling. I'll go get another beer for myself. And my slave can just kneel in the wet spot, since she caused it." The moment they were sure Pat was gone, they two men began to fondle her, tweaking her nipples and running their hands all over her body. Eric slapped her on the butt when she started to protest. Matt grabbed her by the hair, pulled her head up, and looked into her face. "Are you enjoying this?" he asked. "Uh huh," said Beth from behind the gag. ***** The two guys quickly moved away from her when they heard Pat returning with his beer. Beth didn't realize he had Sandra with him until she spoke. "Oh, how lovely!" She clapped her hands. "Dear Beth is here. Well, now I think our positions are reversed." (Beth was a senior, and Sandra a sophomore who had just joined the sorority. Beth hadn't done anything the other sisters hadn't done, but somehow she didn't think Sandra was going to take that into account). Sandra had also recently become a little sister at Theta Xi, though Beth didn't know that yet. "Come on, lets play cards," Pat said. The four pulled up kitchen chairs and began to play Euchre (a game that Beth had once said was the most boring in the world). It wasn't boring tonight, though. Pat announced that whoever won each hand would get to "do something" to the slave. They would play three games. The players often put their cold drinks on her back, and there wasn't much space for the cards. They adapted to this by placing cards on her neck, shoulders, and behind when they needed more space. Beth held herself very still so as not to spill anything. Eric won the first game. "I want to rub her pussy," he said. Pat nodded. With a feather-light touch, he began to stroke her pubic hair. He was kneeling behind her, and he caressed her ass with his other hand. He moved down, lingering on all of the lovely parts of her sex, soaking his hand with her moisture. Her breath became ragged. Through it all, the other three people watched in silence. When he finally ended it, he was pulling at her lips and mashing his hand into her clit. She came, and almost fell, but he held onto her waist. As she recovered, Beth realized that Pat was kissing her face, and that the drinks and cards she had tried so hard not to spill had been removed from her back at some point. "Two more hands to play," said Pat. ***** Matt won the next hand. "I'm going to bind her breasts - have you got any rope?" he asked. Pat told him it was in the gym bag on the bed. Sandra got the bag, tossed Matt some rope, and began to squeal with delight as the pawed through the toys in the bag. Matt slowly wrapped the rope around Beth's breasts, over and under, over and under, and ended with an intricate knot. "I've still got some rope left," said Matt. "Crotchrope?" he inquired of Pat. "Of course," said Pat, smiling. The loose end of the rope was brought down her stomach, and then, almost shyly, Matt parted her slippery, sticky lips and passed the rope between them. It was then pulled between her ass cheeks, and tied to the ropes which went around her back. "VERY nice," said Matt, as he patted her ass to show his approval. When Beth looked down, she could see her breasts hanging like two over-ripe melons from her chest. It looked weird, but in a good way. She wanted to ask Pat to come and touch them, but only a whimper came out. ***** Sandra won the last hand, yanked on Beth's crotchrope, and nearly crowed her victory. "I'm the only girl here," she said, "So I get to do more than one thing to the slave. I want to humiliate her completely, and your all going to help me." Then she grabbed Pat's head, drew him down in front of Beth's face, and kissed him, long and deeply. Beth was outraged. She shook in frustration, but her bonds held her tight. Sandra walked over to the bed. "First," she said, as she stepped out of her jeans, "Remove that crotchrope. Then, take off the gag and the wrist spreader." She brought the gym bag over from the bed. Then she pulled off her panties, revealing a beautiful shaved pussy. "Eric, drop your pants and come over here. Your slave is right-handed isn't she, Pat? Good." She handed Eric a towel. "Slave, you are going to masturbate this nice man with your right hand. While you do that, you're going to go down on me, and you'd better do it with a passion!" "Matt, your job is to run this vibrator over the slave's sloppy little pussy - think you can do that?" Matt nodded and took the vibrator from her. "Pat, you're going to do the most humiliating part. Stick this vibrating dildo in her ass, and hit with this crop whenever you feel she's not giving me her best." "Okay, team, let's go!" And with that, Sandra began to maul Beth's swollen breasts as if they were some sort of squeeze toys. "OW!" yowled Beth. "Are you going to be a good little slave?" Sandra asked. When Beth nodded, she said, "Then kiss my feet." Beth kissed the tops of Sandra's feet, as she proffered them, one at a time. Next, Sandra grabbed her by the hair and jammed her pussy into her face. Beth had never done this before, and she was surprised to find that she liked the taste and smell of Sandra's pussy. Around this time, Beth felt the vibrating, well-lubricated tip of the dildo begin to enter her ass. She shuddered, and tried to concentrate on licking and stroking. The vibrations on her pussy were also driving her wild. She could feel another orgasm building, but it seemed that each time she was almost there, she was distracted by a slash from the riding crop. She was indeed humiliated. But she also loved it. Although neither she nor Pat enjoyed anal sex, she could imagine nothing more degrading than having a dildo shoved into her ass in front of all these people. And right now, degradation was what she craved. And it was sooo good when she finally came. By the time it was all over, Beth was covered with sweat, and Sandra had a dreamy look in her eyes. "Okay, guys, they party's over, thanks for your help," said Pat. "It was our pleasure!" said Eric. "Any time," growled Matt, "Especially if you need some good ropework done." Sandra stayed in the room as the guys left, and Beth wondered what could come next. ***** What came next was this: Beth was carried to the large, sturdy, bunk bed and placed on her back. Her wrists were cuffed to the bedposts, and her feet were held high in the air by the spreader bar, which was hooked to an eyebolt set into the bottom of the top bunk. Pat knelt with his knees on either side of her chest, holding her head up so she could lick the pre-cum off the head of his cock, and eventually easing the whole thing into her mouth. At the same time, since Beth was so conveniently exposed, Sandra nibbled, licked and sucked her to yet another series of heavenly climaxes. Later, as they cuddled on the bunk bed, Beth sleepily asked Sandra if she would like to move in with her next quarter (a room was opening up in the sorority house). Sandra just smiled. .