Every year I throw a Halloween party. Judging from the number of return guests, the ghosts and goblins that come to my place must have a very good time. For me, last year’s party was the best one ever, all because of a woman named Denise.

Elegantly attired, she arrived dressed to distract. I, for one, could not keep my eyes off her; the intrigue was overwhelming, the mystery divine. The chase was on.

When I greeted her at the door, she introduced herself simply as “Darling Denise.” She stared directly into my eyes with a hypnotizing look, smiled a very controlled, almost defiant smile and strolled off into the crowd. I didn’t have the heart (or desire) to ask this beauty to identify herself so I could determine if she was on the guest list. It was a no brainer to let her stay, and boy, am I ever glad I did!

I followed Denise around the entire evening, all but ignoring my other guests. Things really began to heat up when I went to my bedroom to get a sweater for a buddy only to find my ex-girlfriend talking to Denise. They were discussing my massive four-poster bed, which sits in the middle of a rather sensuously decorated room. Denise quickly posed as if she were trapped in the fake spider webs draped all over the bed, showing me her defiant full-lipped smile.

Oh, Denise, what a jewel. After a while I noticed some of the details of her costume. She was dressed all in black, very sexy for a tall blonde with bright green eyes. Her hair was pulled up high on her head, exposing beaded earrings that hung to her bare shoulders. She wore a velvet choker necklace with a white ivory pendant accentuating the length of her neck. Her flowing, wispy dress was strapless and cut low both in front and back to show off her flawless olive-colored skin. Her long legs were covered in French lace nylons and her shapely feet were adorned in very high-heeled, ankle-strap pumps.

On closer inspection, I noticed her necklace had a metal ring on the back. I also discovered that the bracelets she wore on each wrist were like close-fitting cuffs; they too had a similar ring on the undersides. Then I saw that her shoes had leather loops on the back of the heel. As a man who is heavily into romantic bondage sex-play, getting to know Denise was imperative!

I slipped up behind her when she was standing at the bar talking to a “cat.” Her hands were behind her back, so I slipped a finger through the rings on the back of her bracelets, pulled her toward me gently and said, “Guess who?” The chase was definitely over when she responded, “My master of the night, I hope.”

“Now or later?” I said.

Glancing over her shoulder, she smiled and answered, “I’m yours.” God, how I love Halloweent

Denise and I made our way through the party-goers to my bedroom. Once there, I pulled Denise’s hands up and placed them behind her neck. Then I inserted a small padlock through her necklace and bracelet rings, thus thrusting her chest outward and accentuating her cuNaceous breasts. I slipped a blindfold on Denise, telling her that she need not see what was going on; she only needed to feel and experience the evening. She sighed, relaxed as much as she could and said, “Yes, Master.”

Building on her earlier damsel-caught-in-spider-web scene, I attached white ropes from her folded arms to the top of the posts at the foot of the bed. I pulled the ropes taut so that she was almost standing on her toes. Slowly, I began removing her clothing, which was easy since she only had on a flimsy silk dress. Denise wore a push-up demi-bra that enhanced the fullness of her well-endowed chest and her engorged, rose-colored nipples. Her flat stomach gave way to a front-laced garter belt that highlighted her shaved pussy from a front view and gave her a heart-shaped ass from a rear view. She had come to my party dressed for making love!

When I brushed Denise’s swollen nipples and mentioned how I was going to attach chained clamps to them, she began to sweat and wiggle, but her nipples indicated their approval. When I finally put the clamps on her nipples, she thrust her chest out as much as she could.

I worked on Denise’s tight and shapely ass next. I sat on the bed behind her and used a variety of dildos until I found her limit. I inserted the perfect one between her cheeks, affixing it to the bed rail with a special mounting strap. Now when Denise moved, however slightly, she could partially satisfy herself. Still, she could not move very far in her spider web entanglement.

Denise knew what was next, and her pussy was contracting and twitching like I have never seen before in a woman. She was breathing heavily, and when I asked her if she wanted to stop, she said very emphatically, “No, Master, I’m yours, take me higher.” Onto the pussy!

I started by slowly licking the love juices that trickled down her leg onto her stocking. Occasionally blowing on and nipping at her pussy lips, I endeavored to make her squirm as much as possible in the restraints, with the large curved dildo up her ass heightening the erotic experience. Next, I sucked hard on her labia and bit lightly on her clitoris. She was at this point so sensitive, I only had to blow on her to drive her into a frenzy.

I inserted a vibrating egg activated by her body movement into her pussy. Any sharp movement would set the little woman-pleaser into action. So how do we coax our subject into moving just the right way? With a riding crop, of course. Denise shuddered at the idea when I mentioned it to her, but when I asked if I should continue, she nodded her compliance.

I decided to work Denise’s back, breasts and the inside of her thighs just above her stockings. My strokes were intermittent, intended to surprise, not to bring pain. I stroked Denise in all her sensitive places, increasing the strength of each stroke until she was jerking almost uncontrollably. The smile on her lips let me know that I hadn’t gone too far, and soon she was begging for my cock. “Oh, Master, fuck me, please fuck me.”

I pulled out the vibrating egg and slipped just the tip of my aching cock into Denise’s very wet cunt. I teased her with shallow strokes while tugging firmly on the nipple clamp chain. As I began kissing her neck, face and lips, it was all I could do to keep from coming. Luckily, Denise had no more resistance left and virtually exploded in my arms as I spurted my cream into her pussy.

I released Denise from her web and lay her on my bed under a thick down comforter. I returned to my party just in time to see the last guests leave, although some were still sprawled in various states of undress, too spent to make the journey home. The whole place smelled of sex.

When I returned to the bedroom, Denise was curled up on my bed. She looked up with an ear to ear smile reflecting total satisfaction and asked to stay the evening. I said of course, but indicated I would have to bind her wrists and ankles with silk scarves. We slept curled up together that night, just as we have every night since Darling Denise got caught in my Halloween spider’s web.