f***ed to cross dress on Halloween - Sex Stories

f***ed to cross dress on Halloween

Halloween is a great reason to show your submissive side and cross dress for your mistress. Other than writing these articles and stories, I also enjoy dominating my partner. This Halloween was no exception and I wanted to share this exciting day with you. Below you will find a story that is heavily based on the events that took place in my house this year. *** I could tell he was anxious. Informing him about the Halloween party raised a lot of questions on his end which I skillfully either ignored or diverted. I had not been mean right from the start, but I clearly told him he had 3 chances to come up with a suitable Halloween outfit idea. If he failed, I would choose for him. That was our deal. My partner, thinking he could get away easily, did not listen. The ideas he came up with were very boring, the typical football player, Clark Kent lookalike, or superhero costumes that are so overdone. Worst of all, he chose 3 costumes in which he was a male character, thinking that I would be lenient this time and that I wouldn’t f***e him to cross dress on Halloween. I had tied a frilly apron on him in front of visitors before, or made him wear a pink rain poncho to the store during a not-so heavy downpour. But fully dressing him as a female in front of my friends, or anyone actually… well, in that aspect he was still a virgin. *** “Alright, it’s already 2pm. It’s time to get you ready for tonight.” I said to my partner, Mark, who was lounging on the couch. “Tonight? Are we still ...

... going… I thought you changed your mind.” He replied without much interest. Typical Mark. He can be quite the handful when he is not properly motivated. I would make him pay for this. I had not told him about the fact that we would actually be hosting this year’s Halloween party, which was probably for the better as I did not want to scare him so early on. “From now on you will address me as Mistress and I won’t tolerate any more back talking. Get in the shower and make sure to be hairless from the neck down.” I said in my stern voice, a tone very familiar to him since this is the way I talk to him whenever I’m wearing the pants and he is wearing the panties. “Of course, I’m sorry mistress.” My now more timid partner replied as he turned the TV off and hurried towards the bathroom. “Just report back to me whenever you are ready.” I added. With my ‘soon-to-be-maid’ in the shower, I had time to pour myself a glass of wine and get some things ready in the bedroom. I spent quite some time shopping for a new outfit for him this year. It wasn’t cheap, but at least it would come in handy even after Halloween was over. The whole charade about him picking his own outfit was just a trick. Only if he would have said “I want to be a French maid for Halloween” would I have agreed, since that’s exactly what I wanted him to be this year. *** “I’m ready mistress.” Mark’s words echoed through our apartment. With a blind fold in hand I stepped into the bathroom to find my partner standing there ...