Last Halloween I attended a party with my husband Seth and our friends Ellen and Hank.

I wore a nurse’s costume — a lab coat that pushed my breasts up and out, barely containing them, with a hem that just reached the tops of my thighs. It was meant to be sexy. Okay, call it downright provocative. Still, I knew other women would be dressed far more revealingly than myself.

Ellen, an extremely attractive blonde, was similarly dressed, and was feeling no pain when Seth and I caught up with her and her husband Hank. The alcohol had removed any inhibition from her, and she was up for making the most of the party.

There was a display of S&M equipment placed on a sort of stage, and the guests were encouraged to play. The exhibitors were obviously experienced at this and selected certain people to join in. Ellen grabbed me and pushed our way to the front of the line. She’s an outgoing woman who enjoys drawing attention to herself, and together we attracted a lot of attention.

A tall man wearing leather came over to us, looked carefully as though he was studying us, then took us to the stage where the equipment was. He asked if we wanted “soft” or “other,” and Ellen chose “soft.” When I said I didn’t know, he told me he knew what I needed, and would give it to me.

We were told to hold on to leather straps while he did his thing to us. We were told to be still, and submissive to his commands. There was something menacing yet erotic in his voice, something that made you, well, not uncomfortable exactly, but afraid to disobey his directions. It was scary, but exciting all the same.

I watched as he used a whip on Ellen, lightly flailing her buttocks and touching the handle against certain parts of her body, notably over her breasts and legs, accentuating and playing with them. He was putting her body on display for everyone to see and also groping her. She was enjoying it — and the attention she was getting. And it was apparent that she was getting turned on.

Turning his attention to me, the man didn’t use the whip, but instead used his bare hand to slap my rear. The first strikes stung my buttocks and upper thighs, and I jumped at the sensation. Then he moved behind me, and I felt him against me. He began to caress and lightly stroke my legs and hips, lingering there. That felt good. He moved the handle of the whip over and between my breasts, pushing them up and almost out. This surprised me, and the sensation surprised me even more.

I liked it! Whether it was because I was the object of some new sexual game or because I liked exposing myself, I found it strangely pleasurable. As I started to show the pleasure on my face, he slapped my buttocks again, only this time he took his time rubbing my reddened cheeks with his bare hands before leaving me for Ellen. I too was getting turned on.

He kept this up for some time, alternating between Ellen and myself. It seemed that while he was playing with Ellen, and amusing her, he was on a different level with me. With me he was more forceful and deliberate. I found myself liking that and responding to it. It was highly sensual and erotic, and I wanted more. It was obvious that he was in control, and I would indeed submit to his commands.

In all, we were onstage about 20 minutes. The last 10 were the most aggressive and most erotic.

The man stood behind Ellen, as he had done with me before, and put his arm around her waist. He told her to bend over and show her breasts and cleavage to the other guests. Not only did she do it, I was pretty sure she got off on it. He grabbed her hips and pulled her against him, then ground his pelvis into her buttocks. He slapped the buttocks, then stroked her thighs.

She was flushed, almost bright red, and her breathing was labored. She was obviously aroused and taken to a high level of excitement. He kept this up until her breathing had turned into panting. I could only imagine what was going through her mind at that time!

I waited in anticipation of what he was going to do to me. Abruptly, he left her hanging on the leather strap! He turned to me, smiled in an alarming way and said, “You’re next.”

I was at once frightened and excited, anticipating his touch, his strike or whatever he might tell me to do. He moved behind me and said to bend over and open my legs. I complied, and felt his hand stinging my buttocks. Then he alternated pain with pleasure — stinging my buttocks one moment, then caressing my legs or soothing my inner thighs with gentle strokes.

He set the handle of the whip down between my parted legs, moving them father apart. I felt his hard cock when he moved against me, grinding his pelvis into me. My arousal was obvious — my breathing was labored, and my nipples were hard and showed plainly through my costume.

He knew I was sexually aroused — and so did everyone who was watching. And at that point I really didn’t care! I was elevated into a state of arousal that I had never experienced before. Though not quite at the level of climax, I wasn’t far from it.

He moved his hands down over my vulva and inner thighs and legs, stroking and caressing. It was highly stimulating, and I felt that my panties were wet. I was afraid he would detect it, and didn’t know what he would do.

He did detect it. He knelt down behind me and stung my buttocks once more, hard, then went to the pleasure routine. He ordered me to hold very still. I felt something cold against my parted legs, then felt it move over my covered mound. I felt a coolness emanating from the region where my legs meet, and I detected the scent of my own sex. I realized that while stroking my thighs and vulva, he had cut a slit in my panties with a blade.

He didn’t penetrate or touch me; he just let the blade run over my vulva. It was both menacing and highly sexual. Between the stinging, caressing and stroking, I was on the very verge of coming. He slapped my buttocks hard once more, holding me at this edge of orgasm — and then he sent me away with Ellen!

We were both surprised and more than a little confused. Although we hadn’t known what to expect, we certainly hadn’t anticipated being left high and dry! He succeeded in exciting and raising our arousal to a level and in a manner that we’d never before known, and then abandoned us!

When we returned to our table, my husband wasn’t there, but Ellen’s husband Hank remarked that we must have enjoyed ourselves. We were both flushed, and our arousal was obvious, with hardened nipples and the smell of sex on us. He moved his hands over Ellen’s legs, and she confessed her excitement, telling us that she almost came, that she wanted to come and needed to come. Hank said he would take care of that for her.

I must have stammered something similar, because Ellen and Hank turned their attention to me. Seeing the red marks on my legs, they rubbed my thighs to stimulate circulation. My skin was highly sensitive, and their touching me in that region produced a mixture of pain and pleasure that took me over the edge, making me come. Grasping the table, I tried to stifle my climax and shuddered in constrained pleasure.

Ellen saw what had happened to me and said, surprised, “You just came!”

“I did,” I admitted. But instead of being satisfied by it, I was left hungry for more!

My husband returned and asked if we had enjoyed ourselves. He had seen the whole show from the side and remarked how surprising it was, and how nice it was to see Ellen’s breasts. Ellen and I recounted our experience and the effect it had on us. Both Seth and Hank were surprised by the turn of “our” events, and encouraged us to have fun. Talking about it excited me even more, so I danced with my husband and others provocatively. I wanted and encouraged them to touch me. Like Ellen, I was enjoying the attention, and the fun. I wanted to see how far they would go, and how far I would go.

During a brief lull, the man in leather came to me. He said his name was Rock, and he had seen me dancing with my husband and others. He said I “needed more” to finish what he had started. More of what, I wasn’t sure, but I sure wanted to find out. He told me to come with him. I did, willingly.

He took me to a darkened room off to the side where a number of people were watching another S&M display. A small stage was lit at the center of a semicircle, with people watching around a railing. It was similar to the scene Ellen and I had experienced, except this was for real. A scantily clad woman and man were tied up and were being worked over by three of Rock’s associates. There was no sound whatsoever except for the leather stinging against bare flesh, labored breathing and panting.

Rock moved behind me and pushed me forward against the railing, then held me there. He said to open my legs, and nervously I did. He began to stroke my buttocks and thighs, renewing the cycles of pain and pleasure I had experienced earlier. My nipples were hard, and showed plainly through the lab coat. He turned his attention to my breasts — touching, striking, squeezing and caressing. I am highly sensitive to any stimulation there, and he soon had me back to the level of excitement where I was earlier.

He opened my lab coat, making my breasts spill out. He continued to fondle and stroke my nipples until my breathing was labored and I was panting. He began to kiss my neck and ear, moving me to a higher and higher state of excitement. I felt him lift my lab coat over my buttocks and place his hard cock between them, moving it in through the slit he had made, then holding himself against me.

I was pinned against the railing with his cock at my opening spreading my vulva. It felt good, and I wanted to be fucked. Instinctively, I moved my pelvis to greet its new suitor, placing my opening on his cock. But he wouldn’t put it in! When I pushed back on it, he withdrew, teasing and frustrating my need. I was fixated on my arousal — half naked, surrounded by strangers and ready to do anything he ordered.

He motioned for two men in leather to come to either side of me and take over. Withdrawing from me, he stood back and watched!

I had one of the men on either side of me, and they began to squeeze my bare breasts and suck on my nipples. It left my legs weakened, and I held on to the railing. They began to rub and thrust against me. One rubbed his cock against my stockings; the other went down between my legs and ate me through my panties. His tongue found the slit, and he began licking my vulva. When he found my clit, I almost exploded.

I was transfixed, in a highly aroused state, and I began to fuck his face with my pelvis. True to the order, his tongue did not penetrate me, but he did lick and suck me, and he brought me to an incredible orgasm. I was left weakened and drained by it.

But we weren’t finished. The other man was still sucking my breasts, and now I felt his cock dripping heavily on my leg. While not overly long, it was thick, with a large head that was dripping profusely. I took it in my hand and began to stroke it over my stockinged thigh. In short order I had him squirting semen on me and others. He moaned as he came, then sank to the floor drained. Making the man come like this gave me a feeling of power, and I found that I liked that!

I returned my attention to his partner, who was still between my legs. His cock was out. He had been stroking it while giving me pleasure. It was a very nice size, and it too was dripping. In my aroused state I was considering giving him a blowjob and even fucking him. I really didn’t care. I sank down on him, taking him deep in my wet and hungry hole. It felt wonderful to be penetrated and filled with cock. I began to ride him hard, and he was pulling and sucking on my nipples.

While orgasm was building inside me, I felt his body stiffen and heard him groan as he started to come. Warm semen gushed into my vagina. The intensity and duration of his climax surprised me, and I moved and contracted my vagina to meet his pulsations. I kept this up for some time and kept him squirting in me for what seemed like minutes. In reality, it was only about 30 seconds, but I enjoyed it.

It felt good to have control over someone like that. He filled me completely, and with his come dripping out of me, I now turned my focus on my own pleasure and release. I began to ride him hard and fast. My breasts and nipples were flailing his face, and I didn’t care who saw it. I wanted to come again.

My focus was distracted when I heard a dull thud and muted groan. Turning around, I found that Ellen had given Rock a shot to the kidneys which had taken him down to his knees. When she saw me leave with him she must have followed us, concerned for my safety. (Did I mention that Ellen teaches martial arts?)

The blow had left Rock weakened and dazed. To my surprise, Ellen now took control of the situation! First she pushed him flat on his back; then she grabbed his cock. She told him that he was through playing games, that she was now in charge. She ridiculed him and told him it was time for him to finish what he had started.

Ellen sat on Rock’s chest and neck and ordered him to eat her. She made him chew through her panties, then suck and lick her. She demanded that he tongue her and moved her pelvis onto his mouth. Like me, she began to thrust and move against her source of pleasure. Obediently, he began to lick her vulva and clit.

Occasionally a moan slipped out between the orders Ellen hissed. When Rock slowed or didn’t follow her orders, she twisted his cock and balls, which brought about an immediate correction. Eventually he did bring her to a memorable climax.

Ellen moved her hips back over Rock’s swollen cock, allowing her vulva to ride over it. She forbade him to put it in her, to come or complain, and ordered him to suck her nipples while she rode him. This she did for some 20 minutes. She brought herself close to climax a few times, only to stop and hold herself at that peak. She says that doing so gives her an intense and deep orgasm, and when she did come, she screamed, drawing everyone’s attention. What bystanders saw was a beautiful blonde with bare breasts rising off an S&M master and treating him like a bondage servant. They didn’t know what make of it!

We collected ourselves, leaving Rock and his associates where they were. We decided to rejoin the party outside and enjoy the evening. Ellen’s parting words to Rock were: “Trick or treat.”

To put it mildly, I am really looking forward now to next year’s Halloween party!