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Alice in Chains A couple weeks before Halloween, my friend Vincent and I were sitting around my dorm room talking about costume ideas. Neither of us could come up with anything very original, and this year we really wanted to go all out and do something memorable. Agreeing to that is what started me down this rabbit hole. Vincent kept on suggesting that I do a girl's costume to be extra outrageous, but I kept turning down all his suggestions because for one, he wasn't willing to dress in drag with me. Granted, he had more than a few inches on me height-wise with super broad shoulders. He wouldn't have really looked the part, but we were talking about Halloween. Does it really matter if people would mistake him for a girl? On the other hand he offered to pay for my costume since I was a little too short on funds to do anything extravagant. I mean, I sort of understood why he kept suggesting girl's costumes. Unlike Vincent, I must have suffered from an underactive Y-chromosome because I had always had a slight build and a kind of androgynous "pretty boy" face. Vincent was one of the few people who never teased me about it though, and it's one of the many reasons why we were such good friends. So when he suggested I do drag, I actually gave it some thought since I knew he wasn't trying to make fun of my small frame. He'd always been nice to me since we met our freshmen year of college in our English class. Turned out he wasn't much of a writer, but had a knack for math so we helped each other out by having me edit his papers, and he tutored me in calculus. Eventually we realized that we both had the same taste in music, movies and all that jazz so we hit it off and became fast friends. Speaking of music.... While we were brainstorming costume ideas, Vincent had brought over the new Alice in Chains album to see if I thought the band could get away with replacing Layne Staley. I had always said there was no way they could possibly replace him, but Vincent had been trying to convince me that this new guy wasn't half bad. He just loves to prove me wrong. "Danny, I got it! I know what you should do!" I groaned. "Don't give me another lame girl's costume, alright? Dressing in drag is not that outrageous, especially not if you do a super clich? costume." So far he had suggested french maid, school girl, prostitute, and a host of other, way overdone and suspiciously oversexed costumes. Looking back on it now, why was it the clich? part that bothered me? "No, I'm serious. You should go as Alice in Chains." He looked serious. Also excited because he thought he had said something really clever. He looked like he was serious, but I didn't get it. "How the hell would I go as a band? Like, do Layne Staley cosplay or something?" I was genuinely confused. He shook his head and laughed. "No, not like that. Think about it... you could dress up as Alice in Wonderland and then wear chains." He looked really proud of himself. I paused for a second and thought about it...mulled it over. "Yeah, I guess that's pretty clever." Then I thought a little bit more about it, and realized that this would entail not only dressing in drag, but also wearing chains. I was a little wary of that bit, does that mean being restrained? "What kind of chains?" "I don't know, does it matter?" He looked genuinely puzzled. I felt silly for being so wary. I tried to make up an excuse for asking. "I guess not. I'm just wondering how much all this will cost." I was still really nervous about dressing up like a girl. I actually kind of liked the idea though, he made it sound fun. I just didn't want to embarrass myself. "Think anyone will even get it though? It might be kind of obscure." "Who cares? It's still an awesome idea. It's just outrageous enough and nobody we know has ever thought of it before. Besides, I'm paying for it so you don't have to worry about how much it'll cost." He had me there. "What about you? We still need to come up with your costume." "Don't worry about that, I'll come up with something." He copied the album for me since I was so damn broke I pretty much never paid for music. Pretty much every day after he gave it to me until Halloweeen, I was listening to that album. I just couldn't get the damn songs out of my head, or the idea. After our brainstorming session, he didn't really mention it again until a week before Halloween. I had started to think (hope?) that maybe he'd forgotten all about it so I could avoid the embarrassment. No such luck, a week before Halloween he called me to talk about our plans. I wasn't really that stressed about it though. I had been warming up to the idea. The more I listened to the album he gave me, the more I realized how much I loved the band and it just made me excited about the costume and doing a tribute of sorts to them. He told me he had my costume all ready for me but since there was going to be a costume contest at the party we were going to, he wanted me to really go all out to get ready for it. The party was actually more of a huge dance being thrown by the college, so some of the prizes were pretty hefty. Best Group Costume paid out a $1000 split among the group, and Best Costume was another $1000. Vincent was pretty sure we could win both, but insisted that I had to do everything he said to be sure. He said if we won, I could keep the money. He didn't need it, he was a trust fund kid with a bottomless credit card. I thought about it for a bit and decided I was game. I definitely needed the money. After the dance on campus, he knew about an off-campus party that would last all night so we could head there if the dance got boring. He still wouldn't let me see exactly what it was I would be wearing, insisting that it was a surprise. Looking back on it, I'm really surprised I didn't bat an eye when he gave me the card for Angie, his cousin and a stylist at a local full- service salon. He told me to go there and get taken care of the day of the party. He already had it all set up which at the time, I thought was without ulterior motives.. He told me not to shave anything at all for the next week so Angie could do a more thorough waxing. 'In for a penny' I supposed. The big day finally rolled around and I still hadn't even seen my outfit yet, and I still didn't know what Vincent was going as. I headed over to Angie's salon early in the afternoon so she could get started on me. When I walked up to the door I could see into the small brightly lit and clean lobby, The receptionist greeted me but before she could say anything more, I heard a bubbly voice from behind me. "You must be Alice!" She brought me in for a hug instead of a handshake. She looked me over and smiled. "Oh my god, this is going to be so much fun! How are you?" She was clearly very sweet. We chatted for a little bit as she took me back to her station and sat me down in the chair. "Would you like anything to drink darling? I have some bottled waters, or I could get you a glass of wine if you like." "Wine sounds good." Might help me loosen up a bit I figured, the tension in my shoulders was starting to get to me. "Alright, so I can take care of your hair by myself, but later on I'm going to walk you through the make-up I put on you in case you need to touch up, or apply it again." Again? This was a one time deal. She handed me a pill to take, and I looked at her nervously. "It's a mild painkiller. Waxing can be pretty rough, so you should take this now and it'll kick in when I finish with your hair." Seemed logical enough. I swallowed it down and then she got to work. "Go easy on the wine though." She winked. I nodded. I sipped my wine and chatted with her as she fussed with my hair. We mainly talked about mundane stuff like movies and tv shows, but she asked me a lot of personal questions too. Whether I had a girlfriend (nope), whether I was a virgin (also no), whether I had ever dressed as a girl before (first time), whether I'd ever done anything with a guy (no, never gave it much thought). That last one made me raise an eyebrow, but she didn't give me much time to think about it. Then she asked me the really tough question, "What made you want to go as Alice in Chains?" "Vince talked me into it." And naturally, after that she asked me an avalanche of questions about Vince, like how I met him. I told her how we met and she said it was a "cute" story. Meanwhile, throughout my interrogation she was also getting to work on my hair and dragging me between stations to get rinsed and shampooed, etc. First she bleached it and dyed it until it was platinum blonde. She straightened it and then she added hair extensions to make it spill halfway down my back. My hair wasn't incredibly long, but it was long enough that she had something to work with. After the extensions were in she trimmed my bangs, which I wasn't too crazy about, and spritzed on a heavy dose of hairspray. Before she let me see the results, she took me into the back room with a massage table and asked me to strip to my bare ass for my waxing. After I undressed I lied down on the table and covered myself with a towel before she came back in. She started with my legs and I yelped a bit as she started to rip out my hair but I quickly got used to it so whatever she gave me must have been working. When she started to pull off my towel I lifted my head and looked back. "I... wait a second, how much are we waxing?" She struck a sassy tone "Eveeeerything Alice. Trust me, it'll be worth it." I thought about the money and gave in. So yeah, she pretty much ripped out every single hair on my body below my eyebrows, and she dramatically thinned those out too. She even waxed off my facial hair and the result was way smoother than my closest shave. By the end of our session I felt a bit like a swollen candle and looked like I'd just gotten a terrible sunburn. She gave me a massage with some soothing oils to calm the irritation. It was nice, it made me less irritable about all the effort I was going through for this. She took me back to her station where I finally got to see myself since she put the extensions in. I wasn't fully prepared for how different I looked. Don't get me wrong, it's not like I was magically transformed from Bruce Willis to Taylor Swift, I had always been kind of androgynous. But between the bangs, the long hair and my new eyebrows... I was definitely much further toward the Taylor Swift side of that spectrum. My face was still pretty red from the waxing, which at first I thought was just me being red embarrassment. Angie caught me staring and just laughed. "I know right? I do pretty good work and you don't even have makeup on yet." She winked at me and sat me down to get my nails done. I continued to sip my wine while she worked on my toes. We made small talk about school and she asked me more questions about my friendship with Vincent. "So do you and Vince hang out a lot? It almost seems like you two come from completely different worlds." She wasn't wrong. If Vince and I had gone to high school together, we certainly would have been in different cliques. But he and I had been meeting up a lot more lately. "He had some kind of falling out with some of his friends from the basketball team, so he's had more time to hang out lately." I had no complaint, I mainly just constantly worried I was boring him or something. "Do you know what happened?" She looked up at me between painting fingers as she asked her questions. "Not really, he didn't say much about it. I was kind of glad honestly, they were assholes to me." "How so?" "They acted weird around me and Vince told me they had some pretty homophobic stuff to say about me. I'm just glad I won't have to deal with them." "Do you think he might've quit being friends with them over it?" "What do you mean?" "Well, his friends were shitty to you, then he stops hanging out with them suddenly. Vince wouldn't put up with people like that." "Oh shit. I never considered that." She smiled at me, as if to reassure me. "My cousin might be an athlete but he's by no means a jock." I started to put the pieces together and it cast our friendship under a whole new light. Is that what happened? Had he stood up for me? I quietly pondered this revelation while she finished up my nails. She applied light blue coats to both my toes and my fingernails. "Alright, now sit still while I work on your make-up and try not to smudge the nail polish." I was starting to feel pretty confused about the whole ordeal. I was nervous about appearing in public dressed like a girl. I wondered what people would think when they found out who I was. "Do you think anyone will know?" Angie must have sensed my apprehension cuz she held my shoulders reassuringly. "Don't worry sweetie, you're going to look lovely. Nobody will know anything unless you want them to." I polished off my wine and between that and her reassuring smile, I felt a little more at ease. She walked me through everything she was doing as she put on my makeup. She started with a heavy layer of foundation and powder, and then added black mascara and eyeliner, and some sparkling light blue eyeshadow. She topped it off with some kind of 'make-up sealant' as she called it, so it would mostly last all night, and then got to work on my lips. "We're going with a slightly more natural look, so I don't want to overdo your lips." She coated them in a bright pink lipstick and then applied a shiny gloss coat on top. It looked pretty overdone to me, "natural" was definitely stretching it, but she insisted that it was at least more natural than the alternative. The end result was more feminine than I would have predicted. She smiled at me in the mirror. "Alice, you look adorable. You'll win that contest for sure." If I saw a girl that looked like my reflection on the street, "adorable" is not the word that would come to mind. "Fuckable" was way more appropriate. All I managed to say aloud was "Wow." I felt lightheaded. It could've been the wine and whatever Angie gave me, but I felt physically stunned. I must have been staring at myself for a while because she said, "Alright gorgeous, enough checking yourself out. We have to get you dressed so I can get started on my costume." We headed to the back room of the salon where I spotted a box with a bow and a card on it. I picked it up and read the card. It said "For Alice." "Not yet darling, we gotta get you into your lingerie." "My lingerie?" "Of course! They'll help you fit into your costume better. Do you want to win this contest or not?" I suppose she had a point. She handed me a garter belt, some white stockings, a petticoat and a white lacy bikini. "Go ahead and put this stuff on and then I'll be back to help you with the rest. And don't forget, the panties go on after the garter belt and stockings." She left the room and I stared at the garments she left me with. I was already in pretty deep, might as well see it through. The garter belt and stockings were tricky, but I managed to get them on without trouble. Well, sort of. As I slid the first stocking up my leg, I felt a stirring in my loins. I'd always had a bit of a stocking fetish, but never had I thought I'd be the one wearing them, much less getting aroused by it. After they were attached I slid the panties up my legs, and then the petticoat as well. It had lacy trim on the edge, but was so short it stopped right below the bottom of my ass and I was sure the dress would cover up the trim anyway. I hollered for Angie, and she came in with an amused look on her face. There was something odd about the way she kept smiling at me, but I couldn't put my finger on exactly what. She pulled out a lacy white corset that looked like it had padding built into the chest. I held my arms up so she could wrap the corset around my body. She told me to suck my gut in and she started tying the laces in the back. I looked down and saw my "breasts" and couldn't believe how much appeared to be there. "Alright let's put your dress on!" Angry butterflies invaded my stomach at the sight of what she pulled out of the box. It was a gorgeous and ridiculously short blue dress with a white apron. It looked expensive, not a cheap halloween store costume. Whatever the material was it felt... good. And so short. No wonder Vincent didn't let me see it, there's no way I would have agreed to this if I had. My brain wanted me to tear my way out of these clothes and go home, but I just stood there as Angie pulled the dress over my head, carefully to avoid smudging my makeup. I couldn't say what came over me, but as the dress slid into place I felt... ecstatic. My worries and apprehension melted away, and I shivered with delight at the feel of cool air conditioned room in my skirt against my nearly exposed tush. I don't know if Angie could tell how I was feeling, but she took her time zipping me into it almost as if she was trying to make me savor every moment of it. I knew I shouldn't be enjoying it so much, and I felt a little guilty for getting off on something like putting on a dress, but I did. Next she had me step into a pair of ridiculously high, black platform shoes. If strippers wore mary janes, these would be they. They weren't open-toed so I started to wonder why she even bothered to paint my toes. As I looked at my reflection I realized they made my legs look so fantastic I literally wanted to fuck myself. I barely even registered that they had locks on them until Angie was locking me into them for the night. I looked down at Angie after she finished. "Don't worry, Vincent has the key for them." At least there was a key. She clicked another one into place on the back of my dress. I guess I'm not taking this off any time soon. Somehow it felt... like, hot, in the exciting sense. For finishing touches she added a big blue bow to my hair, some silver chain bracelets and anklets, and wrapped my chest in a few lengths of thin chain that weighed more like jewelry than restraints. "Something's still missing," she said, as she looked over her handiwork. She snapped her fingers. "Of course! Ok, I know this is maybe not something you had planned on doing, but I could pierce your ears if you like. It'll really complete the look." I was barely listening. I was too busy pouting my lips and staring at my reflection. "Yeah, I guess if you think it'll help us win the contest." A couple minutes later, my ears were sporting hoops the size of my fist and Angie was giving me a pair of studs and instructions on how to take care of the new piercings after Halloween. My outfit was complete, and I was fucking gorgeous. "If anybody asks you who helped you with your costume, I want you to give them my card. Part of the deal is Vincent promised me some free advertising." "Can do." I slid a few of her cards into my new cleavage and then sat down and stared at my reflection, dumbfounded. Her french maid costume was a little more clich?, but no less sexy. She wore similar platform heels, though hers were even higher. I'd swear she was a masochist for volunteering to wear them. I tried to walk around in the heels a bit to get used to them, but prayed that I wouldn't be doing much walking tonight since they were so ridiculously high. After she was finished getting ready, Angie poured herself a glass of wine and we talked while we waited for Vincent and Angie's boyfriend Derek to pick us up from the salon. They didn't make us wait long, but it gave Angie more time to tease and interrogate me. When we heard them pull up in Derek's Lexus, the angry butterflies returned. I was nervous about the guys seeing me like this and started taking deep breaths. Angie, once again, tried her best to reassure me. "Relax girl. You're beautiful, Vincent's gonna love you." Love me? What was that supposed to mean? Vincent strolled in wearing a Mad Hatter costume that looked like a movie costume than a Halloween costume. He was beaming as he looked me over, and seemed to be quite pleased with the results. "God damn, we're going to win this contest for sure!" He walked up to me taking in every inch of my body with his eyes. "You look great, Alice." "Thanks Vince. Let me guess, Mad Hatter?" "Master Hatter, but just Master to you young lady." He didn't actually expect me to call him that, did he? "I have something for you, hold up your hair." I did as I was instructed, for some reason, and he pulled a light blue choker with glints of silver and he stood behind me. I didn't get a good look at it while it was in his hands so looked at my reflection as he put it on me. It was a collar. A collar with gems of some kind and naturally some little chains wrapped around the edge. I looked back toward Vince. It felt unnerving to have him that close to me, putting jewelry on me. I felt his breath on my shoulders as he put the collar on me, and it sent a shiver down my spine. Then I heard the click of yet another lock as Vince locked me into the collar too. I wondered 'What else was on the fucking menu for tonight?' Was I mad? scared? excited? I shook it off, he was probably just fucking with me. Once it was on he stepped back. "There. Well now that you ladies are dressed, your chariot awaits." He held out his arm for me to put mine through. I searched his face to see if he was just kidding around with me, but he wasn't. I decided against trying to walk in these heels without support, so I went along with what I thought was harmless fun and slipped my arm through his. He opened that back door to Derek's car for me and I climbed in. I must have accidentally flashed him because he was staring right at my crotch. I squeezed my legs together for some semblance of modesty, even though in this outfit modesty was laughable at best. Vince climbed in back with me and Angie sat up front with Derek. As we pulled away from the salon, I started to wonder where this night would take us. Derek turned on the radio and blasted some music so loud I could barely hear myself speak. Vince tried to say something to me, but I couldn't really hear so he motioned for me to scoot closer to him. I dutifully obeyed him and as he leaned in to say something into my ear, I pondered the level of subservience I had been displaying since he picked me up. "I said don't forget your seat belt young lady." He reached around me and buckled me into the middle seat right next to him. At first I tried to keep some semblance of distance between us, but I was strapped in next to him. He slid his arm around me and pulled me close and I decided to just let it happen. It'd been awhile since I'd had a girlfriend, and honestly, it just felt good to be held. A little weird, but whatever, it was nice. Angie peeked back at us and turned down the music after she noticed how we were sitting. "You two would make such an adorable couple." I would've been blushing like crazy if I hadn't been wearing as much foundation as I was. Besides, with the color blush Angie put on me I probably looked like I was anyway. "Ease off Angie, we're just friends. Besides, I'm sure she's nervous enough as is." It felt good to hear him say that, so I started to relax a little. I wasn't quite sure what to make of the fact that he kept referring to me as Alice, "she" and "her." I supposedit was preferable to someone finding out about me but everyone in the car already knew. Vince pulled out a joint and lit it, inhaled and then offered it to me. I looked at it nervously, "I've never smoked before." I wasn't afraid of getting high, so much as afraid I'd do it wrong and embarrass myself. I just hadn't really had much opportunity or interest before. He smiled and told me to open my mouth. What was he up to? He took a big inhale and then leaned in close so that his mouth was just inches from mine. I opened my mouth, a little reluctantly at first, and he blew the smoke into it. I inhaled it all deeply and held it in for a couple seconds before I started to cough and blow it all out again. He laughed and passed the joint up to Angie, who was giggling at me. "Oh girl, we're totally corrupting you aren't we?" She inhaled a bit before passing it back to Vince. We continued to pass the joint around while we made small talk. I found out a bit more about Derek, who was a senior at our school and knew Vince from their hometown. We also chatted about the party and who was going to be there. Vince insisted on shotgunning me all my hits and for the moment I was content to let him. Every time he did, our lips were so close I wondered if he was thinking about kissing me. The prospect was nerve-wracking, but a part of me wondered what it would be like. Sitting next to him in all my feminine glory with his arm around my shoulders, it must have crossed his mind. I tried to remind myself that I was really a guy who liked girls and so was Vince. That I was just wearing a costume, but those thoughts were drowned out by the glorious feel of lace, silk and nylon on my body, and the taste of lipstick and gloss. Vince holding my body close to his. We finally arrived at the school parking lot, but we still had some time to kill before the party really got started so we passed around another joint . Vince continued to shotgun my hits to me, and every time he did it just made me want him to kiss me even more. I tried not to let him on to my secret. When he gave me another hit, our lips just barely touched when he did and for a moment I thought I was going to get what my mouth so desperately craved, but he pulled back and actually said "Oops, sorry!" What a tease. "It's ok," I said softly. Angie looked back at us. "Are you sure you're not disappointed Alice?" Then she started laughing, and I couldn't help but giggle a little too. I tried to hide my face from Vince to keep him from catching on, but no such luck. Angie and Derek got out of the car to share a cigarette, leaving me all alone with Vince. Vince pulled my chin towards his face until I was facing him. "Alice, if you would like me to kiss you, all you have to do is ask." I searched his face for signs that he was kidding, but he wasn't. I stuttered, "Tha-at's oh-okay." I meant to say it with a "no thanks" tone, but somehow when it came out of my mouth I realized it was more of a "yeah, that would be okay" tone. Ooops. He took another big inhale and pulled my face towards his so he could shotgun it to me again but this time he didn't stop just short of my lips. He pulled my head towards him until my painted, glossy lips met his, and he blew the smoke directly into my mouth. My spine shivered like a tuning fork, my brain went blank, and my cock was so hard it hurt. He slid his hands to hold onto mine, as he continued to taste my lips, with just the right amount of tongue I might add. "That's enough for now, I don't want to mess up your make-up before we even make it to the contest." He gave me one last light peck on the lips before he stepped outside the car. "Why don't you fix it up before we head over there." I nodded and pulled out my compact to see what the damage was. It was definitely smeared a bit so I fixed that up and reapplied a bit of lip gloss. I pouted into the mirror when the reality of the situation suddenly hit me. He fucking kissed me! And... I liked it? I kissed him back as if I had been looking forward to it for a while. What about him, did he like it? I caught my reflection and giggled. Of course he liked it, I would've if I were him. I was definitely starting to feel pretty stoned, which just intensified pretty much everything I was feeling. The excitement of the kiss, the nervousness of being out in public... and a bit ashamed of what had just happened. Never have I had any gay inklings, nor any desire to dress in drag and be pretty. I had spent much of my life defending my masculinity in the face of my small stature and long hair and in one fell swoop, it was all for naught. I started to remember how hard I fought this kind of situation when we were making Halloween plans. And how hard Vincent pushed for it, how much effort he spent on our costumes, and I realized this was an obvious trap. I had fallen for it. My mind wandered to why I had fallen for it as I touched up my mascara. I had heard of trans girls being called "traps", but this brought a whole new meaning to the word. I resolved not to fall for the trap any further as I scooched to the edge of the car seat to get out. Vincent held his hand out for me to help me out of the car but I pushed it away and climbed out myself insisting that I didn't need his help. So of course I tripped on my heels and fell right into his arms the second I stood up. I stuttered an apology and tried to back away, but he stared at me with the most adoring gaze he'd ever given me. "Why don't you hold on to me until you find your footing." With that we were arm in arm, whether I liked it or not. Angie mixed up Red Bull and Vodka in a water bottle and we passed it around as we headed into campus toward the party. I took it easy on my sips, I was already feeling pretty stoned, hyper and tipsy. When we finally got to the hall where the party was held, I felt cool metal slide around the wrist tangled up in Vincent's arm. And then I heard a click. I looked at my wrist, Vincent had placed a handcuff on it. When I looked back up at Vincent, he was smiling at me and told me to "just relax". He started pulling my arms behind my back, obviously to restrain me even more completely. "Vince... I'm not sure I'm comforta...." I looked into his eyes and pleaded with them. "Don't worry darling, I'll be with you the whole time." I thought it over and he looked back at me. He was waiting for me to tell him whether I was ok with him clicking it into place. He tried to reassure me with his eyes and god damnit, it was working. I subtly nodded my consent towards him and he pulled my arms together. Click. My arms were now bound behind me, I was wearing a collar my "Master" had given me. I was also dressed, nay, locked into the sexy, lacy clothes he had picked for me. So of course, he had to complete my submission by attaching a chain leash to my collar, and pulling my lips towards his for a kiss. I could have screamed, shouted, bit his tongue, demanded he take the cuffs off, but I didn't. I tried to think about why as his lips touched mine again in a gentle peck that if I'm perfectly honest, made me wriggle. The more he touched me, the more I liked it and I just couldn't help myself. I actually found myself somewhat saddened that he was barely touching me as we walked into the party now that I was on a leash. I suppose he just wanted to try and stay in character for the party. He looked back at my face and then laughed. "If there's something you want my dear, all you have to do is ask me." I looked at him and tried to think of something to tell him without being completely embarrassed. "Well... I'm having some trouble with these heels, can you release the cuffs so I can balance better?" He shook his head and smiled. "You're just so adorable, young lady. I tell you what, I'll do you one better. If you want, I can take off the cuffs and you can come hold on to me so you don't fall. But only if you ask me properly." My mind searched for what it meant to ask him properly... then I remembered we were supposed to be in character right? "Master, may I please be released from my handcuffs?" It had sounded a lot more sultry than I had intended, but I was trying to use a femme voice so I didn't out myself to everyone around us. Several people around us had heard the conversation and were now staring right at us.One of my classmates was actually staring right at us and I wondered if he recognized me. I felt supremely embarrassed, but I was rock hard in my skirt again and all I wanted was for Vincent to just hold me. I gave up on trying to understand why, if this were a trap I had most assuredly, completely fallen for it. Vincent pulled on my leash so that I walked toward him in slow steps, because it was difficult enough to walk in these heels when I could balance myself with unrestrained arms. I realized that he had pulled me out onto the dance floor as he unlocked and pocketed my leash, and then uncuffed one of my hands so he could recuff them in front of my body. When he started to pull my arms over his head, I realized that we'd be set up perfectly for the slow song that had just come on. We faced each other, he stared right into my eyes and smiled at me. The smile wasn't mischievous, amused, or belittling.... It was genuine, sweet, affectionate. It was that moment I realized he wasn't playing a game with me. He liked me like this.... He liked me. And I liked that he felt that way. It was nice. I'd been thinking that a lot that night. Ok maybe the smile was a little mischievous, but still, I was here for it. He kissed me during that dance. I saw it coming a mile away and leaned into it. The next song picked up the pace a bit. He kept me handcuffed, but danced with me from behind. What happened next is what I believe the kids call "grinding". It was my first time trying it from this side of things and I have to say, I liked it a lot more than I thought I would. Vince's hands explored my body, while our bodies moved together. That's when I first felt his member rub against me through our clothes. At first a graze, then a press, then just a handful of layers of clothing between his rock hard cock and me.. I even noticed I had started pushing back into him a bit. Why? I didn't know. It felt good. I was so fucking confused. We danced to a few more songs before Vince had to run off to enter us into the contest. He left me in Angie and Derek's capable hands for a bit. The three of us danced together to a few songs. It was fun... but definitely not the same. When another slow song came on, I felt relieved when Vince came back and pulled me into his arms. "Contest is about to start, are you ready?" "I think so?" While I was saying that, he was re-cuffing my hands behind my back. I felt really nervous about having them behind my back... but I didn't really try to stop him either. I didn't try to stop him from re- leashing me either. He started to lead more toward the stage. I felt really anxious about getting up there in front of everyone like this. I looked towards my master and pleaded with his name. "Vince...." "Oh no young lady, it's Master to you tonight." I searched his eyes. I wanted to know how serious he was. He was smiling at me again, but I still couldn't read him. Maybe I could snap out of this, put my foot down, tell him I wanted to go home. "Darling, if there's anything you need all you have to do is ask me." I didn't want to go home, but I didn't want to go on stage. "Master, I'm really scared about going up on stage like this for all these people." He looked at me with a thoughtful glance, like he was deeply pondering what I just said. "Then we don't have to. I think it'll be fun, and we might even win but we shouldn't do anything that will make you feel uncomfortable." I felt stupid. Vince was my friend. I mean, he was obviously willing to pressure me a little into dressing up this way, but it was a relief to feel like I could back out of all of this if I wanted to. I didn't, but you know, I had the option. I suddenly felt less anxious about my situation, but also felty it bad that I wasn't more easy-going. I wanted to do what Vince wanted me to do because I was enjoying myself thanks to him. Fuck. I wanted him to know I had been having fun, and I trusted him. "Master, I changed my mind. I do want to do it if you think it'll be fun. I..." I hesitated. Maybe this would be too much. He looked at me expectantly. I knew from his eyes wasn't going to let me get away with not finishing my sentence. "I trust you." He just smiled, grabbed me by the waist and said, "That's my girl," as we made our way towards the stage. I felt nervous, but I was glad I had Vin....Master here with me. And I held on tight to him. _________ He was right. We won best group and I won best costume. People voted by applause and well.... let's just say they really liked my outfit. I was worried about feeling humiliated but instead I felt... proud? I couldn't tell if it was being proud of how I looked, proud of the applause I got, or just... proud to be brave enough to do this. And yeah, I felt like a nervous wreck pretty much the whole time we stood up there, and I was really, REALLY glad that nobody could see how fucking hard I was. The petticoats saved me from that embarrassment. We went outside with Angie and Derek to celebrate by the steps down to the parking lot. I still had my hands cuffed and my leash on, but I was getting used to them. My shoes too. I didn't feel very wobbly, they had relatively thick heels so it was easy to manage. We talked excitedly, Angie was ecstatic as she said I was "her masterpiece". Angie and Derek shared a cigarette while Vince and I just stood next to each other. Until he pulled my body back into his as he hugged me from behind. At first it almost felt like a normal hug, one you might get from a platonic friend I guess, but I wanted it to be more than that though. More like the dance floor... and apparently, my Master had been reading my thoughts because suddenly, he pulled me back into his lap as he sat down on the bench behind us. I sat in his lap with my back to his chest and he held both of my hands and hugged me. I felt a certain hardness of his pressing against me again, but this time it was right on the mark and my skirt and petticoat weren't even in the way. Angie and Derek were right fucking there, watching and talking to us like nothing was happening. Like my friend's dick wasn't a couple layers of clothing away from fucking me. I tried to act composed, while they passed what I thought was a clove around and only after I inhaled it did I realize it had to be like, 90% weed. I went with it though. Nothing made sense that night. I don't know what I was expecting, but it wasn't this. It wasn't kissing my male friend and pressing my ass towards his member, or looking like my own dream date... I didn't even know I liked guys! Or did I? I wasn't sure... but that night, at that moment, I liked Vince. Eventually he released me from his clutches again Angie wanted to inspect me to see how my costume was holding up. It seemed to be doing ok, and she made me fix up my makeup again. I started to walk with them but my Master pulled my leash taut and me back into his lap. "Go on ahead without us, I want to talk to Alice for a bit." Oh fuck. I was nervous. Worried he was going to ask me questions that I'm not sure I was ready to say the answers to outloud. Worried about what we might do alone. "Alice, would you prefer to talk here or in the car?" I really didn't know what the right answer was. I was still really confused and not exactly sure what I wanted, or why it even mattered. I'd just let him decide. "Whichever you would prefer, Master." We stood up and it didn't take long before I started getting pulled toward the car. The car with the back seat... and the tinted windows. What was I getting myself into. I was still handcuffed! At least they were in front of me again. I tried to relax. I reminded myself, this is Vince. I trust Vince, he's my friend. When we got to the car, he opened the door and helped me into the back seat, then he walked around to the other side and turned on the car. He put some music on, Alice in Chains Unplugged. After he hopped into the back with me and shut the door, he did something unexpected... he held my hand. "How are you feeling Alice? What are you feeling?" God, somehow that was so much worse than if he had just started kissing me. I was ok with being vague about why I enjoyed tonight, but now he wants me to get specific. "Uh... very confused, quite stoned, anxious." He smiled again. It was the 'you're being cute' smile. I'd seen him use it before on girls he dated. "What are you confused about?" At this point I was questioning just about everything I knew to be true. I had no idea where to even begin. "Why I've been having so much fun tonight... with you. This is all very strange to me." "But enjoyable?" I nodded. "How about this..." and started to pull me towards him and then guided me into sitting on his lap. He didn't have to drag me, I made it easy for him. Held me with one arm and put his hand on my legs with the other. He whispered in my ear "is this fun?" I smiled and nodded. And shivered. I wanted his hand to go further up my legs. He sat up straight and looked serious for a minute. I was confused again. But then he shot a reassuring smile at me, and I started to do that nervous what-just-happened laugh? "You said anxious too. What are you anxious about?" I wasn't really sure now that I'd come this far. There was no reason to feel embarrassed now, it was just the two of us and I liked the way he looked at me. I knew he had no interest in trying to hurt me. The only thing I could think of was... I wanted more, and I was afraid of what that meant for me. He was looking at me intensely, I tried to imagine what he wanted. Let's see... if I was alone in a car with a beautiful girl in what is essentially a slutty bondage outfit, and I had been kissing and dancing with that girl all night... and if she was looking at me the way I knew I kept looking at Vince, and fuck, grinding my ass against him like I had been, I can think of a lot of things I'd be in the mood for. "I'm anxious for what's going to happen next." Wait, that wasn't right. "I mean, I'm anxious ABOUT what's going to happen next. About." He smiled again. The mischievous one. "Sure, I believe you." He was grinning now. Smug jerk. I smiled back. Then he looked back at me. "Look, you're gorgeous babe. And I am absolutely willing to do my best to seduce you, but I can promise you I won't make you do anything that you tell me you don't want to." That was hot. And reassuring. The "seduce" word sounded really good to me right about now. "That said, I want you in every way that I can have you." Oh fuck, the angry butterflies were back. There was no denying how horny all this talk was making me. Afterall I had just realized that my friend wanted to fuck me and I liked the sound of it. It scared the crap out of me, but I was starting to wonder if I would like it? I liked everything else, why not that too? Vince started kissing my neck and that... was... certainly not helping me think clearly. He was rubbing his hands all over me and it felt great. He pulled me down so I was lying on my back on the car seat and kissed me while he held my handcuffed hands above my head. He kissed my neck, invaded my mouth with his tongue, and I felt one of his hands starting to rub my butt. Through the skirt at first. 'That's good at least cried out my last vestige of masculinity. I didn't really notice he had gone under the skirt until I felt his hand down there. I didn't care. Actually, I did care. It felt good. All of this was feeling good. It didn't make sense to me but I wanted more. Shortly after, he released my hands in favor of being able to grope me with both hands, he noticed that my own hands were starting to drift down southward towards my... clit I guess I should call it and he grabbed them. "Where are these going?" I didn't know how to respond, I didn't even realize I was doing it until he grabbed my hands. All I knew is "I'm just... just so fucking... " "So fucking what?" I wriggled underneath him. "So horny..." In a way, I wanted to cry. I was basically coming out to myself as, well, I had no idea what at the time. Someone who wants to fap while their male friend has his hands all over them and their pretty dress. "Well Alice, I'll make you a deal." I was pretty sure I knew what was coming. "You can fap if you'd like, but it's going to get me even more excited if you do. I'm going to need you to help me out too." Damnit. Why was I considering this? Looking forward to it even? I glanced at his crotch and saw the outline of what I had felt on the dance floor, and by the parking lot and when he pulled me into his lap. I saw it stir and felt myself getting excited. I wanted it. I sat there, mouth agape in shock at what was happening. I wasn't sure what I was ready to do, or what I should say so I went with, "What did you have in mind?" After I said that, I knew I wasn't going to put up any resistance to whatever was going to happen next. "Why don't you sit up next to me on the seat and we can figure it out." As I was sitting up, I was trying to think of what was coming next. What was I ready to do? Does he want me to touch him? Or suck his dick? I saw my reflection in the rear view mirror. My glossy, painted, pouty lips. Who was I kidding, who wouldn't want those lips wrapped around their dick? He said he wanted me in every way he can have me. He looked at me and asked me "Why don't you help me get these pants down?" I paused again. I though, 'Am I really doing this?' Yes. I was. I scooted over until I was sitting on my knees next to him and started undoing his belt. Slowly at first, but a sense of urgency came over me, like I really, really wanted to do it. He smiled and started running his hands up and down my back. I pulled his pants and boxers down until it came out. His cock. I was in a car alone with my friend and his cock. I stared at it. I couldn't move. Was I ready for this? I wasn't sure but I loved the way Vince was looking at me. I loved my clothes. I loved the power he had over me. I thought 'maybe I do want this.' While I wrestled with my feelings, I felt a tightness around my neck and my head started moving towards Vince's crotch. And then I remembered the leash, and my friend was reeling me in. He scanned my face, and I know what he saw. I was nervous, but I definitely wanted this. He had to have known since my mouth was open before I even got near his dick. His dick slid right into my mouth. It wasn't pornstar gargantuan or anything, but it was too big for me to take him all the way in my mouth without choking and just like with our height, his had a few inches on mine. I urged forward a bit and did my best to get my mouth on as much of him as I could, until he was snuggly filling it. I looked up at him again. He smiled at me, the reassuring smile. He gently grabbed me by the back of the neck. With both his hand there and the leash he was still holding me by, he helped guide me into bobbing up and down on his member. My dick strained against my lingerie. I really wanted him to enjoy this too and judging from his groans, he was. I was a quick learner, he pulled his hands away and I was still moving up and down on his dick, all on my own. Eventually I slid to my knees on the floor of the car and serviced him that way so I could see his face. He tilted his head back, closed his eyes and said, "Oh fuck that's good baby. Use your hand too." I did as I was instructed. I wanted to fap so fucking bad. I tried to moan like a girl in horny agony and Vince laughed, a you're-just-so-cute kind of laugh. He put some tissues into my free hand and uncuffed me. He stared into my eyes. "Alice, you can reach into your panties now, but you better not make a mess don't you dare stop sucking my dick." I wanted to say "Yes Master" but my mouth was obviously full and he told me not to stop so I just moaned in acknowledgement. My head was fuzzy, overwhelmed by it all. My costume, my collar and the leash, the lust in my friend's eyes, his dick sliding in my mouth, my hand desperately jerking my own off. It was all so much my mind was foggy. I could hear Vince's breathing pickup and I felt his hand on the back of my head. I wondered why for a second before I went back to suckling. I felt his body tense up and knew what was coming. I reflexively tried to move away but his hand was there holding me. He was going to cum in my mouth. I could have struggled, let go of both our dicks and pushed him off of me, but I didn't. Maybe I wanted him to cum in my mouth. Maybe I was curious to know what it tasted like. Maybe I liked how aggressive he was being. Whatever it was, my hands kept moving, anxiously jerking both of us off while I tried to keep the same momentum going up and down on his cock... and then the torrent started and I knew I was going to cum the moment I felt the first splash of his into my mouth. He groaned happily and I could feel my mouth filling with his juices so I tried to gulp it down as fast as I could, while I also started drenching the tissues he gave me with my own cum. We were both breathing heavy as our bodies began to untense. Vince looked down at me like he had just won the lottery and I wanted to smile back but the jerk was still holding me onto his dick. His gaze made me realize what he expected of me, so I indulged him. I suckled on him until I had swallowed every drop and then he pulled me up onto the seat beside him and we started to compose ourselves and get dressed. I checked my makeup and stopped for a second and thought about why I needed to. I had just swallowed my friend's cum and I needed to make sure that the blowjob didn't mess up my makeup. And it made me feel happy and... proud? Surreal. Vince was glowing, giddy even. I could still taste him so I took a few sips of water and popped some breath mints. He put his arm back around me and pulled me in close. We stared at each other and I started to ponder something only he could answer. "So how did you know? That I would go along with all of this? Like, not just the dressing up part, but everything else." He laughed. "I guess I didn't know how you would react. I'd always been curious about girls like you and I wanted to see what Angie could do with you. The answer was..." He paused to look me over like a wolf looking at a hunk of meat. "Pretty amazing." He gave both of my fake boobs a squeeze. I gasped and jokingly acted offended, and then he grabbed me and pulled me in for a long kiss. I savored it, we both did. I got butterflies again. We broke for some air and sat back together. Vince glanced at his phone and then showed me a text from Angie. "Derek and I are getting bored here and there's no booze anyway. Ya'll want to head to the afterparty early?" He looked at my face for a sign of reaction. "Do you want to go back in and dance some more or go grab a drink at the party?" "My feet are killing me honestly. I'm still not used to these heels yet." He texted Angie back, and then put his phone away and looked at my legs. He patted his knees and said, "Put your feet up here." I sat back on the other side of the back seat and put my feet up like he asked. He pulled out his keys and unlocked shoes and then slid them off my feet. It was a relief. I flexed my toes and stretched and then he grabbed my feet and started massaging them. It felt amazing, he found just the right balance of pressure to apply. I closed my eyes for a bit and just enjoyed his hands working their magic on me. When he stopped, I opened my eyes and saw him staring at me while he continued to hold my feet. He had that mischievous glint in his eye. "You know you're getting locked back in those shoes once I'm done, right young lady?" I tried to give my best pouty / pleaaaaase face but he was unmoved. "Yes Master." That satisfied him, and he went back to giving me a heavenly foot rub. I didn't even realise Angie and Derek were back until they opened the door. The two of them climbed into the front and turned to stare at us grinning. They knew. "So uh, how are you two doing? Is he taking good care of your feet?" Angie pointed at them playfully. I didn't know what to say so I was honest. "Yeah, he is." She gave me the not-bad/well-ok-then look and then turned to face the front. Derek started the car and turned around to back out. He took a second to look over my legs in Vince's lap and he clearly liked what he saw. I realized I had been flashing him a bit and tried to regain some modesty by covering up. He announced, "Seatbelts folks." and turned to talk to Angie. I started to sit up but Vince grabbed my foot and started to put my shoes back on in a very Cinderella-esque moment. I don't think Cinderlla got locked into her glass slippers though. Maybe next year she will. Vince buckled me in next to him again, much to my relief, and kissed me again. Still wasn't tired of that. Derek smirked and started backing out. I wondered about this party we were going to, I knew literally nothing about where we were going. I leaned forward a little so I could ask everybody, "So what's this party going to be like?" Angie and Derek looked at each other and laughed. I turned to Vince confused and he rubbed my shoulder and just said, "You'll see." Ominous. He pulled me in for a kiss and I wasn't sure if he was trying to either distract me and avoid the conversation, but if he was it worked. We made out and necked for most of the car ride. I caught Derek straight up watching us in the rear view mirror a few times but I didn't care, that was kind of hot too. I was actually surprised how long it took to get there, we were clearly heading up into the hills just outside the city. We eventually pulled up to a large two story house in the middle of a large wooded property. I moved my head past Vince to get closer to the window so I could look at the house. It looked nice, redwoods everywhere, balconies for the bedrooms, the building itself looked almost brand new. There were four cars already there in a pretty large driveway. "Where are we?" "It's a rental, there's plenty of room for us and a few friends." That was kind of vague, but whatever. There were some lights on but no booming music, or people hanging out in the front. As we opened the door, I heard soft voices in the distance coming from the backyard. Vince slid out of the car and this time I took his hand and let him help me out of the car and onto my high heels. "Let's go say hi to everybody." We entered the sideyard and headed to the back. There were four people back there in Halloween costumes hanging out on the back patio. I held Vince's hand while he introduced me to his friends as Alice. I had never met any of them before so it occurred to me that they might not even realize I was... whoever I was that night. They had just come back from a different party, and just wanted to relax and get away from the crowd. I was all for that. I clung to Vince for warmth while we sat outside and chatted with them for a bit. They all seemed nice, they even took a moment to all compliment me on my costume and Vince told them about the contests at the dance. One of the girls prodded me a bit, asking me "So do you normally let Vince chain you up or is this just a Halloween thing?" I felt my face flush and despite Angie's friendly teasing I still felt put on the spot. Vince spoke up first, "This is her first time, but hopefully not her last." I turned and looked at him. I was shocked but... also happy? Hopeful? I didn't want the night to end and it sounded like Vince felt the same way. After a bit, we headed inside to hang out where it was warmer. We sat on some couches and winded down. It was weird to hang out in a group like that as a girl. Not bad mind you, just different. I felt shyer than normal, even though I had started to relax around these new faces. I didn't really care at the time if they figured out my secret as long as I had Vince with me. I felt a little clingier than I was used to though. I got up to use the little girl's room and when I came back just sat right down in Vince's lap much to his delight. I just liked how it felt. I couldn't stop thinking about his lips either. I guess at this point I could just kiss him if I wanted to but I didn't want to initiate. I want him to do it. I gave Vince a little tug and held up my hand like I wanted to whisper something to him. He took the hint and leaned over. "I really want you to kiss me right now." How is it that I hadn't already had enough? He looked at me and then turned to the rest of the group "I'm going to show Alice to our room so she can freshen up." (Our room?) As we walked out of the room Angie shouted, "Enjoy!" at us and I giggled. I was sure I would. He guided me upstairs to one of the bedrooms. After we entered he turned around and locked the door behind him. It reminded me I was still locked into my shoes, my dress and my collar. The room had some low lighting but after a second I took the scene in and I realized what I had just walked into. It was the last stage of Vince's seduction trap. There was a single large bed, a fireplace and a glass sliding door to the balcony out of which I could see nothing but trees. It was maybe the most romantic room I had ever been in. Vince took a minute to light the fireplace and turn on some music while I stood there dumbfounded. I wasn't a virgin but I was pretty sure I was about to have my cherry popped in yet another new way tonight. He turned back towards me and pulled me into him. "How about that kiss you asked for?" He didn't wait for an answer. He kissed me deep and I sighed quietly, out of relief and maybe a bit of ecstasy. He started ravaging my neck with his mouth, He moved my collar slightly and felt him sucking on my neck hard, really hard. I realized he was going to give me a hickey. Right where my collar was. People would see it tomorrow. Well, unless I still had my collar on... Fuck that was hot. I held his head while he did it. I moaned. I wanted him to mark me. And then he stopped and grabbed my hand. "Come on babe, let's talk." He tugged me by the hand towards the balcony where I now saw a small table, two glasses, and a bottle of wine. I had been doing as good a job as I could of not getting too fucked up but I was still feeling pretty loose, and high. On the balcony he poured us both a glass and handed me one. He held up his glass and said, "To new beginnings." *clink* I took a sip. It tasted sweet, sugary even. It tasted kind of like mango maybe? I liked it and smiled between sips. Then I thought about the fact that I wasn't on the bed getting ravaged by Vince right this second. I was simultaneously disappointed and swooned by his restraint I think. I was starting to see the appeal of those Twilight movies. Strong men who didn't take advantage of women even though they could. You know, abstinence porn, edging. It was hot stuff. He stood back and looked me over from head to toe. He held my hand up in the air and made me do a little twirl for him. I was happy to oblige. "You're so fucking sexy Alice." My friend thought I was sexy. Was he still just my friend? What was going to happen tonight? Or afterwards? I still wasn't sure. He pulled me in close and checked in with me again to see how I was feeling. I looked up at him. "I feel good. Pretty tipsy, super stoned I think. I don't want tonight to end and I'm...nervous and excited for what's going to happen next." What was going to happen next exactly? More of the same or was I going to... was I going to let him fuck me? Did I want him to? He stood behind me and kissed me again on my neck. I leaned back into him, it was a bit chilly outside but him holding me from behind warmed me up. He moved his mouth next to my ear and whispered, "What do you want to happen next?" I shivered, not from the cold either. He naturally had to make it more difficult for me to think clearly by sucking on my earlobe. What did I want next? In that instant, I wanted to be as much of a girl as I could be for him. I wanted this to happen again and again. I wanted to let him do whatever the fuck he wanted to with me. I basically said as much. I set my now empty glass of wine down and I looked at the floor shyly. "I want to keep letting you seduce me." I was genuinely terrified about how he was going to respond until he scooped me up into his arms. We stared at each other and I felt instantly relieved and giddy when he said, "Well I won't disappoint you." He carried me back inside, shut the glass door. He then put me down on the bed on my back. After he took off his jacket, he was on top of me in seconds. He held both of my hands above my head with one arm and assaulted my mouth with his. He was kneeling on the bed in between my legs and spreading them as his body inched towards my pelvis. I started to wonder if we were skipping the foreplay and getting straight to the finale but if I'm honest, I didn't care. He pulled me up into his lap facing him so I was sitting on his waist reverse-girl style. I felt his hardon through his pants and my thin wisp of underwear. He pressed it into the folds of my ass and we grinded against one another. His pace slowed and he held me tight and kissed me and we sat there still holding it. He grabbed me and stood up holding me in his arms before setting me down on the ground while continuing to hold me. "There are some clothes in the dresser there. I want you to pick something to wear for me, because when I come back into this room," he stood closer and whispered in my ear, "I'm going to have my way with you." He unlocked my shoes and my dress, but not my collar. I was fine with that staying on. He kissed me one last time before he left the room. I opened up the dresser and was surprised to see how much was in there. I thought maybe there'd be some lingerie or something but there was way more than that. There must've been a week's worth of clothes, dresses, skirts, more than a little bit of lingerie and not a single pair of pants. I found a lacy white chemise with spaghetti straps that looked really sexy, and much more comfortable than my corset. I also found a lacy thong that matched and decided that would be better than the panties I had been leaking precum all over. I could keep the same garter belt and stockings though. I threw the fresh clothes on the bed and started to take off my dress and the corset. I hung up both in the closet, slid my shoes off my feet and slipped on the chemise over my head and into place. I tried touching up my makeup but probably overdid it on the eye shadow and eye liner. It looked pretty slutty but it seemed appropriate given the circumstances. I nailed it with the lipstick and gloss at least. The closet doors were full length mirrors so I looked myself over and the only thing that seemed to be missing were shoes. I looked at the black shoes with the locks that I had been wearing. Tempting, but didn't really go with the outfit. I checked the closet to see if there were any in there and at this point I don't know why I was even surprised that there were half a dozen pairs of shoes in there, including a pair of what I can only describe as classic stripper heels. They were clear with large platforms under the toes and downright uncomfortably tall fuck-me heels. I slid them on. They were a perfect fit but I quickly realized I wouldn't be walking very far in them. Not that it mattered, and the fact that I couldn't literally run away in them only added to my excitement. I carefully made my way over to the bed and sat down. I stared at myself in the mirror doors and tried a few different poses to greet Vince with. Kneeling on the bed? Hands and knees maybe? I wound up keeping it simple and just sat on the edge of the bed with my legs crossed, my hands behind me holding me up. I was ready. I looked over at the fireplace to watch the flickering flames while I waited for Vince to come back. I started to imagine what was about to come next and I got chills in spite of the warmth from the fire. I kept thinking 'Vince is going to fuck me,' and shook my head in disbelief, giggling nervously at the prospect. And then he opened the door and stepped back into the room. I made my best sex kitten face and said, "Hey stranger," as he closed the door behind him and locked the door once more. Vince took a second to enjoy the view. I guess my posing worked for him. He strutted over to me, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. "And here I was worried that you might get cold feet." I pointed one of my stripper heels towards the fireplace and said, "The fire kept them warm." He smirked, and I felt clever. I batted my eyelashes at him and waited for him to make his move. He sat down next to me and put his arm around me. I moved my hands back in front of me as he drew me in and started kissing my neck. It wasn't the passionate ravaging like he had done in the car, he was taking his time slowly placing kisses on my neck and working his way up to my ear. When he got there he whispered his intentions in my ear, "Alice, unless you tell me not to I'm going to push you down on this bed, spread your legs and cum inside that tight little ass of yours." And oh god, did the butterflies come back. Now, I had heard and imagined that having someone fuck my ass would be a painful experience, but I was also so completely infatuated with him that I was ready to do just about whatever he wanted me to. Besides, people wouldn't do it if it didn't feel good right? Everything else we'd done, I'd never have thought I'd enjoy as much as I did. Why would this be any different? "After everything that's happened tonight Vince, you can do whatever the hell you want to with me." I meant it. I wasn't even nervous, just aroused and anxious for him to GET INSIDE OF ME ALREADY. He kicked off his shoes and patted my knee. "Why don't you help me get undressed and get me warmed up for you." I wasted no time reaching over for his belt to take off his pants while he undid his tie and took off his shirt. He was already rock hard so I wasn't sure how much 'warming up' he really needed but I was happy to oblige. I kneeled on the bed beside him, bent over towards his cock and it slid my mouth once again. For the second time in one night I was blowing my friend and loving it. It's a little hard to say why I acclimated so fast to the idea of sucking Vince's cock. It's not like I'd ever daydreamed about doing it before. Nor did I even realize I was attracted to Vince at all until the car ride to the dance, but I was. I slurped his dick like it was going to dispense crack. It was intoxicating. I couldn't really see much except his crotch while I was bent over but I felt his hands all over me. One was playing with my hair, occasionally grabbing a fistful of it and pulling gently. His other hand was rubbing my back, and slowly making its way down to my butt. When his hand got there, I felt it massaging and groping me through my lingerie. His hands left my body for a few seconds and I did my best to keep him in my mouth as he moved to reach over to the nightstand. As he sat back into position I brought a hand to join my mouth on his member and I heard the telltale sounds of him uncapping a plastic bottle of what was almost certainly lube. Not long after I felt him pulling my panties down and his hand rubbing my bare cheeks once more. Then I felt his lubed finger poking at my backdoor. He didn't just jam his finger inside me, he took his time. I even found myself pushing my ass back into his finger to encourage him and before long it was all the way inside me lubing me up, getting me ready for the main event. I think I was just drunk enough to be relaxed even when he upped the ante to two fingers. The pace of my blowjob was starting to slow down as I focused more and more on his fingers prodding inside me. I was starting to get the idea of what getting fucked was going to feel like and I was no less nervous, but no less turned on. I was hard and leaking precum like a leaky faucet. Vince's fingers slid out of me and he pulled me up off of his cock. He didn't say a word as he pushed me back onto the bed and moved his naked body between my legs. I again thought he was going to dive right into fucking me, but instead I felt him pulling my chemise to the side so he could get at my chest and lowered his head to my nipples. Nobody had ever played with them before so I was completely caught off guard when he put his mouth on them. It felt good and I couldn't help but squirm like crazy underneath him. He had to hold me down hard to keep sucking and licking them but oh god was I glad he did. I felt almost out of breath when he stopped and I looked up to see him smiling as he raised my legs and inched closer to me. He pulled my panties towards my feet just enough to be out of the way. I finally felt his naked dick sliding between my cheeks, pressing into me, and I moaned in anticipation. He didn't enter me right away, instead he rubbed the tip of his lubed up cock against the entrance. I softly whined, "please don't tease me any longer." The head of his dick pushed just inside me right after I said that and with that I was officially getting fucked. The pressure mounted, but he took his time with me, as he had been all night. He inched his way deeper and deeper inside of me, doing his best to give me time to get used to him before pressing further. And then in one steady move I felt him push all the way inside me and I gasped loudly. It wasn't as painful as I imagined it might be, but it was an intense feeling. Thankfully the alcohol had loosened me up enough that I wasn't too tense. I held my hand over my mouth so I didn't make too much noise as he slid out just a little bit and then all the way back in. He kept going but with each stroke he slid out a little bit further and then back in all the way, and picked up the pace a little. Before too long he was proper fucking me. Penetrating me. Owning me. I still had the collar on after all. I was his. As he continued to fuck me, I could feel myself untense a bit and it started to feel good. Really good. Really fucking good. I'd had sex before but it was nothing like this. I took my hands off my mouth and desperately and breathily said, "Oh god, oh god, oh my god, please don't stop." As he pressed against my prostate over and over, I felt a building sensation that almost felt like I was about to cum but it wasn't coming from my dick. Suddenly, I snapped and it happened. It felt like my whole body was having an orgasm, inside and out. I knew I was making noise but I couldn't process it, I couldn't hear myself. I just knew Vince was smiling at me, proud of himself I suppose. I didn't care about whatever noises I was making. Moans, squeaks, shouting whatever, I just wanted him to keep going, to keep fucking me, and he did not disappoint. He held my legs tight to him and my butt up in the air just enough while he hammered my ass. I stared at his face while he fucked me. He was determined, happy, fully in control, he was loving this as much as I was. He really didn't need to hold me with his hands, he could have held me there with his gaze. I started feeling the body tingles again, I gasped loudly and moaned. Was that a second one? I was leaking all over myself at this point, but still hadn't shot any cum. What was happening? I felt his pace change a little then suddenly he stopped moving in and out of me nearly entirely. He just held me tight, mounted on his dick with it deep inside me. He gave a few more hard thrusts and I knew what was coming. He was. I felt him twitching inside me and then a second later I knew he was filling me up with his seed. My friend was cumming inside of me. For me, it was the most satisfying orgasm one of my sex partners has ever had. I've made women cum before, but it's never felt as physically good to me as this one did. I grabbed my rock hard dick and with a couple quick strokes I started to cum too. I sprayed my pretty lingerie while Vince's dick continued to pulsing inside me, I felt my body winding down too and I started to catch my breath. We looked at each other and started giggling. Vince slowly slid out of me and lied down next to me. He grabbed a towel and slid it underneath me. I wasn't sure why right away but then I felt his cum leaking out of me. That was a new feeling too. He gave me a long soft kiss on the lips and then got up from the bed. He went to the master bath to clean up and I just laid there with my hand on my forehead while I kept giggling in disbelief. I couldn't believe that had just happened. And I. Fucking. Loved it. My first prostate orgasm. Or orgasms, I wasn't even sure how many I had. It felt like it had gone on forever. He came back to bed, put his arm around me and pulled me in close to him. We kissed long and hard and then I just laid with him with my head on his chest, clinging to him tightly. We stayed like that for awhile, occasionally sneaking peeks at each other's face and giggling. I searched my brain for any feelings of regret and came up empty-handed. There were certainly feelings of confusion, but not regret. Vince was the first one to say something. "So, I was thinking... maybe you'd like to spend some time here with me for a while, as Alice, just to see what it's like." At first I misunderstood what he meant. "I mean, if you want to keep doing that, I'm game." 'That' meaning having my friend shoot a load of cum into me. Yeah, obviously I wanted to do that again. "I mean, that too, but I meant you might like to try just being a girl for a while. No costumes, just a girl." I hadn't really thought about what was going to happen after the night ended. I had figured I'd turn back into my old boring self, but I really didn't want to. I wasn't even sure I could go back. "Maybe, I've enjoyed it so far." I paused for a second. "Wait, how long did you rent this place for?" "A week." "So... you want me to dress like a girl for a week?" I was incredulous. This wasn't going to stop after tonight? "I don't want you to do anything you don't want to but honestly... maybe longer if you're up for it. I want to keep spending time with you this way and I think you do too." I searched his eyes for his 'real' feelings. Was he teasing me? Was this an elaborate prank? You know, the kind where your friend cums in your ass and then ribs you for being gay or something. I came up empty, but I needed to hear him say it. "You're serious?" I didn't say it skeptically, it was more of a soft, hopeful whisper. He pulled me closer to him until our faces were right next to each other, eyes to eyes, lips to lips. "Very serious." He kissed me again, like it was the first time. And oh god, did the butterflies start to party. I would have agreed to just about anything that point. "So... the chains and stuff... is that something you want to do all the time or... was that a one-time thing? "Did you want it to be a one-time thing?" He looped his finger into my collar's ring and held me firm by it. I felt his other arm holding me even tighter so I was thoroughly and thankfully trapped in his embrace. It felt so good I let out a soft moan without even thinking about it. He smirked and I giggled. I tried to look away bashfully. "I mean. No, obviously I don't." I grinned, and jumped up into his lap and wrapped my legs around his waist. "But it might be nice to keep things a little vanilla now and then." He moved his face close to mine until we touched foreheads and stared into each other's eyes. "Sounds perfect." And well... let's just say we stayed up for a bit longer. What a night.