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Best Halloween Costume (MF, exh)
by Anonymnous

Short Story:

   We waited our turn anxiously.  Entrant #15 had just finished
her 'performance' (well, his performance actually, as his costume
was full drag, and sexy) and was leaving the dance floor to
loud applause from the other bar patrons this Halloween.  As
the Eurythmics' "Sweet Dreams are Made of This" started, the other
half of my costume led me onto the floor.  Her high heels
clicked on the floor as she pulled me by my leash behind her.
She was wearing her shiny over-the-knee boots and a spandex catsuit
and elbow gloves, with a studded choker and wristlet.  A pair of
handcuffs and a black leather crop hanging from her belt completed
her costume. I was attired more scantily, in a long translucent
black cotton shirt and a pair of black bikini underwear, with
a heavy studded collar.  A length of brass chain passed through 
the D-ring on the collar and was locked around my wrists at the
ends.  Completing the costume, a metal leash some six feet in
length was clipped to my collar.

   To a rising chorus of hoots and catcalls from the audience,
we performed our entry in the costume contest.  For the first
half of the song, we just danced, with me circling her as if I was
trying to escape the leash and she staying relatively aloof as
I played the role of the frightened slave.  Before long she pulled
the crop from her belt, and began to poke and prod me with it, which
really got the audience going.  At certain points in the song, in
time with the music, she would swat my ass with the crop as I twisted
and turned in a pretense of an attempt to dodge or escape.

   As the song got near the end, our act became a bit more intense.
She pulled the leash in, grabbing the chain until she was holding
it a few inches from my collar.  I pretended to struggle as she 
pulled me to my knees by the leash, but I gave in as she raised the
crop and threatened a mighty blow across my face.  As she pointed to
the floor and her feet, I bowed my head and began kissing her boots.
The audience was going crazy, and I could hear cries of "Oooh,
let him have it!" and "Whip it, whip it _good_ honey!" as she
removed the cuffs from her belt.  Quickly pulling my hands behind
my back, she slapped the cuffs on. At this prearranged signal,
two of her girlfriends dressed in black came forward and took 
firm hold of my shoulders.  As the song reached its climax,
she danced provocatively around behind me and raised the bottom of
my shirt to reveal my scantily clad rear as she flirted with the 
audience. 

   With the crowd cheering her on, and Annie Lennox' sultry voice 
singing the last few lines of "Sweet Dreams", she administered a series
of searing blows across my ass and upper thighs with the thin
black crop.  We had agreed beforehand to merely mimic the whipping,
but now her friends held me tight as the tool rained down again
and again. Finally, the song and the whipping ended, and to the
thunderous applause and loud whistles we all took a bow.  My ass
was still burning as we left the dance floor, and thin red welts
covered my upper thighs, but I don't think I've ever grinned as
much in my life! We got a hell of a lot of comments from the other
patrons, and suddenly found ourselves at the center of a group of
some twenty people in an impromptu BDSM discussion group, as the
other seven or eight entrants in the contest performed to a 
noticeably lackluster crowd.  

   Oh, and the winner of best costume? Unfortunately, we were
disqualified for not having registered the two assistants with
the judges.  The winner was contestant number seven, who had
augmented his "drag-fem-kitty" costume with a handful of grape
nuts scattered on the floor at an opportune moment, followed by
squatting and letting a pair of plastic kitty poops drop out of
his costume.  Oh well, you can't have everything.

The End

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Note: The only fiction above is that we chickened out and
      dropped out of the contest before our turn. There really
      was a contestant who did the kitty poop trick.


      Tolthrye,
      waiting anxiously for next halloween.

