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

f***ed to cross dress on Halloween

... mistress.” my maid repeated. *** I was just out of the shower, putting my make up on, when I heard the phone intercom system ring. Somebody had arrived downstairs. I could hear the sound of heels taking small steps on the hardwood, followed by a quiet ‘hello’. He’s actually buzzing them in. I thought to myself. Even though I just had an amazingly intense orgasm, I was getting wet once more. The thought of my helpless maid having to open the door and welcome my first guests in was just too much. The anxiety on his part and the sheer power on mine was thrilling me. I thought of the cage keeping him trapped, the butt plug reminding him of his new position and the lockable French maid uniform covering it all up. This was too good to be true. Suddenly, I heard two knocks on the front door. I couldn’t help myself… I guided my hands down to my wet pussy and started rubbing in between my lips again. God, this felt so good. The familiar creak of the front door opening didn’t follow the knocks though. Instead, I heard the sound of heels coming towards the bathroom door. “Mistress?” my scared maid’s voice came quietly through the bathroom door. “Are you going to open the door or what?” I responded. “But, mistress…” He tried again. “Don’t make me come out there and spank ...

... you in front of my friends.” While I said this I got to a new high. I was so ready to come now… but I wanted to wait. Not yet. “Yes, mistress.” he said with a clear sound of defeat in his voice. Again, two knocks on the front door. “Hurry!” I screamed, nearing my climax. The front door finally creaked open and I could hear two high pitched voices filling up our front hall with a mixture of laughter and pleasant greetings. I recognized the voices of my two co-workers from the office. “Oh my, look at you.” One of my co-workers said. “Hah, that’s quite the outfit you’ve got there! How long did it take to put that together?” My other co-worker added. “I… I…. just…” My little slave tried. “Oh, wow, and look at those high heels!” They continued. I couldn’t help myself, I was about to burst. The power I felt, the anxiety emanating from my naughty little slave, the teasing from my co-workers, it was just too much. I exploded into an even bigger orgasm than I’d had just an hour ago. It was so intense that I almost fell to the floor right after. One thing was certain. Our Halloweens would never be the same after this. Would you like to be f***ed to cross dress on Halloween? Perhaps next year its your turn to be a French maid… Let Mistress Deborah know in the comments!