Halloween Party In Pandemonium

This is an entry to the

Literotica Halloween Story Contest 2024

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The characters and events portrayed in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. All sexually active characters are over 18.

As my previous works, the kinky practices in the story were practical and realistic but need to be carried on by professionals.

The main protagonists were from my previous work.

MMC: James Jechen (Mr. J) was a Doctor of Oxford and a part-time Shibari artist. He got the nickname "Japanese" in Pandemonium Ltd, because his father was from the Far East territory of Russia and gave him a Keanu Reeves look.

FMC: Hannah Schmidt was a jobless artist and lived on her contract dominatrix income from Pandemonium Ltd. They had started dating because Hannah was secretly a masochist and really enjoyed James' rope art and other talents.

Halloween Party

When everyone pretended the pandemic was over, Pandemonium Ltd. was on the brink of bankruptcy. An investor from China took it over, although no one bailed out the UK steel industry even the Conservative Party tried their best to keep the airlines from China open during the pandemic. With media press releases "ultimate female empowerment", "promoting sexual positivity for everyone", "embrace bodies of all shapes and sizes", etc., the new Pandemonium Global Limited was announced this summer.

The Halloween party was one of the biggest events for kinky business, and the company could prepare early with more resources this year. Of course, both James and Hannah were invited to attend it at the London branch, not as guests but as showmen. James, the "Japanese", and his rope model, the real Japanese girl, Yoko would perform a Shibari show, while Hannah would suit up with her kinky fashion and deliver some impact on demand.

Before the party began, all the contractors were required to arrive in advance. Like a typical German and a typical Japanese, Hannah and Yoko entered the lounge not only on time but also a little bit earlier. Before they got a chance for conversation, the London branch manager Reverie gave them a warm welcome - a greeting for their professionalism.

"James just messaged me. He will be a little bit late. The traffic between Oxford and London is very unpredictable." Hannah took out her mobile phone and updated Reverie quickly before Yoko could say anything.

"Come in please! Your changing rooms are ready." Reverie, who introduced James to Hannah, knew their relationship between them more or less now. No matter whether there was tension between Hannah and Yoko, the manager did not want anything complicated during the working hours. For long time contractors, she also let Hannah and Yoko use an independent changing room if possible.

"Hello Yoko!" However Hannah did not skip Yoko. After embracing and kissing Reverie, she turned back to greet little Yoko. Yoko stood a head shorter than the German girl. Hannah also gave her a hug, lowering head at Yoko's shoulder and whispered during the cheek kiss, "Are you also into girls?"

"Hello, Hannah!" Although Yoko never got used to the western style greeting with so much body contact, she hugged back and exchanged the cheek kiss without answering Hannah's question.

Seeing Yoko was a little blushing, Hannah got a childish joy for showing dominance over the cute doll. From Hannah's experience, only a few people In the BDSM community were strictly straight and many women who craved something beyond vanilla were fluid on the spectrum. After being together for a while, Hannah found James, who was a clearly dominant top, might be service-oriented behind his exploring nature. She herself did not have a problem with female clients either, and also agreed with James about Yoko's, in the western standard, early teen body type indeed triggering both human tender affection and bullying nature.

Yoko's mobile was ringing and it was James. "Mr. J is taking the underground and will be here soon. I will wait for him here." She updated after hanging off.

"Smart move. He told me he would drive from Oxford." Hannah knew that he must park at her apartment and switch the public transport during the rush hour. She had looked at Reverie who was surely not expecting any drama, and pulled her wheeled travel bag to the changing room.

Hannah's gears have been well organised in the luggage. Putting on a full body latex suit required preparing with powders or lube and a lot of work if all done by oneself, so she brought a zipper latex leotard that could be put on easily. The elastic texture of latex was not only attached to every inch of the skin but also provided a wrap with tension under which Hannah breasts looked firm and the nipples stood out for their interruption to the smooth and reflective black surface. They were the main physiological "selling points" for more tips. Pandemonium paid contractors like her a flat hourly rate and the tips would be much more during events like this party - the Halloween and the coming Christmas party were her only reliable income for the next few months.

The zipper was two ways - the top one ended at the neck while the bottom one went along the pubic bone between two legs and ended at the top of her buttock cleavage, a location that tempted many men to pull it. Hannah did want any risks with drunk men around, so she secured it behind a wide nylon belt on her waist which also came with small square bags like tactical pouches around. She picked this leotard for this party mainly for planning James a surprise after the party, since he never had a chance to taste a session from her.

A comparably cheaper PVC thigh high boots would do the job for her legs which were not for touching tonight according to the plan - the only way to contact them would be asking a high heels stomping service. From her experience, the leg gears could also be one off for such an event.

The most tricky part was the full arm latex gloves for those who expected the special sensation from their goddess' hands. Hannah could not put them on quickly even though she carried them within a pre-powdered bag. Pulling up the arm length up inch by inch, the image of Dr. James J wearing a white lab coat and medical protections while putting on gloves showed in her brain, and she could not help smiling with a kinky play idea for the future. The material of the latex gloves were great and she could do all the hand work without any problem after they were perfectly fitted.

For the finishing, she hesitated at the option between a collar or a chest harness. Thinking about the waist belt, Hannah picked the chest harness from the same black nylon material with two shoulder straps tied two shoulder pads covering the exposed skin between the leotard and long gloves so they looked like one piece. All the black nylon belts were inspired by Black Widow from the Marvel films and Shibari art she learnt from James. When the shoulder straps were tightly fitted with the waist belt, the waist belt also served as a corset which shaped Hannah's body to an hourglass. Plus a elastic horizontal belt connected the shoulder pads just below the clavicle level, the matte material harness worked like a frame to highlight the breasts by holding out their contour and provided a contrast to the reflective latex surface. The nice touch of militarism from the parachute harness like design also worked well among the uniform fetishers.

Apart from the "The Dark Knight Rises" catwoman mask she just put on, Hannah also had a peaked cap in her luggage for private performance behind the door. The last piece of her gear was one extra left hand glove, or a gauntlet she got from a cosplayer friend. It was originally made from plastic and painted like shining metal. Hannah had replaced all the fingers' pieces with real steel and made the tips as sharp as cat claws. Every time after putting it on, she could not help to repeatedly open and close her hand to hear the metal tinkling. For hardcore masochists, either a cold scratching or a hard punching would be a bliss. A Labour MP (members of parliament) with a crush on Famke Janssen's villain character in the 007 film "GoldenEye" had given Hannah a red beret after she ruled his balls with the iron fist. Hannah was the queen here not only because she got the SS style femme fatale looking but also because she was the whole package.

James arrived soon after Hannah went to the changing room. He called her, but she did not have a free hand to pick up. He and Yoko had been doing the Shibari show together for quite a while, so after meeting at the lounge, they switched on kimonos and quickly checked the equipment, and skipped the rehearsal. Neither of them had to work before their showtime, so they could enjoy their leisure time walking around like other party guests.

There were the stage shows, playrooms, bars and a mini casino where the guests could buy chips for either gambling or consumption at the venue. At the age of contactless payment, such a transaction system designed to blur the lines of real money value had become even more important to encourage spending, plus the help of alcohol. James and Yoko needed to stay sharp tonight and stayed away from the entertainment. They just checked out the booth runners who sold sex toys, impact tools, fetish costumes, and other gears.

Yoko wore a Kitsune Mask, the traditional Japanese wooden fox mask covering the upper face and leaving two holes for eyes. James did not wear any mask. He simply stopped shaving and kept hairs for weeks before Halloween, and now his look fits the Western stereotype of a sensei or guru. The blue yukata and pink sakura pattern kimono plus their getas, the Japanese wooden clogs, made them exactly like a couple from Japan. James had shown Hannah his photos from his exchange student era in Tokyo before, and she knew how young people wear traditional clothes, play at booths and watch fireworks at a summer festival Matsuri, the temple fair. So when they, with the same attitude, passed the room where she was busy on spanking and could not catch up, for the first time, a flicker of annoyance crossed Hannah.

Shibari Show

When the mobile phone vibrated in Hannah's pocket, she knew James' Shibari show was about to begin. After she finished with the guy under her high heels, she left the crowd to other spankers and walk behind the shelf for whips to tide herself up. Female-to-male Impact play was very energy consuming, and separating gloves from the leotard not only helped her arms move freely but also gave the armpits windows to release the heat. Hannah was soaking in sweat which was kept by the waterproof materials. When she was cleaning with large pieces of tissues, she had to press the latex costume to get more liquid out. Before she could bin the tissues, a guy tipped her and took the tissues away. This kind of man would have scared new showgirls but not Hannah. Before chips replaced the cash, Hannah had got wet bills soaked with who-knows-what liquid as a tip and luckily she always wore gloves.

The Shibari stage was at the centre of the main hall which had the best lights and audio system. Hannah just stayed behind all the audiences. It was the first time for her to see James' live show, but she already knew his routing from his videos. He began with the basic patterns like star harness and rope dress turtle shell or diamond pattern while repeating each move like in a beginner session so the audiences would have an imagination that they could do the same. After each pattern, he explained the rope choice and introduced the booths at two sides of the stage where people could buy the rope collections.

When the music kicked in and dynamic lights were on, the real show, rope suspension, began. After having the first hand experience, Hannah enjoyed the show more since she could tell more details about how the artist designed each setup and why. Yoko's kimono was actually a cheap one from Amazon, probably made-in-China and definitely not authentic from Japan. But the effect was just right for the stage, the contour of the model's body could be viewed clearly when the spotlight through the thin translucent materials. The thick and wide obi, the kimono waist belt, functioned as a protection where James put the main lifting rope around. That area was also the centre of gravity, so the main lifting rope could be tied to a metal suspension ring which was not as easy to keep the balance as a bamboo pole but good for spinning.

Like storytelling, stakes, suspense, and conflicts made the show intriguing. Yoko's body always looked dangling with a rope linked even when she stood on the stage. How tall was Yoko? 160cm? Weight? 50kg? Hannah asked herself - the Japanese girls always looked so slim... and "vulnerable" in James' words.

When James lifted one of her feet and tied to the ring, Yoko had to stand with one leg on her toe, and the audience began holding their breath. A "futomomo" was done swiftly in the rope master's hands. This 'futomomo' was like a frog tie with only three columns. One tied the ankle to the thigh, one was close to the folded knee, and one was in the middle. James would have spent more time if the model was Hannah who got longer legs.

Like their videos Hannah had watched before, the music was from Enigma's album. The audio quality was great in the hall, when James spun Yoko's body following "Dancing With Mephisto" the effect on the stage was incredibly sensational. Following the music, Yoko turned like a ballerina with her supporting toe as the centre of the circle. With both arms tied at her back, It was not the model who controlled the rotation speed but the rope master. James let the speed just enough to make the hem of the kimono fly up a little bit like a butterfly in Hannah's eyes and an invitation for glimpses in the male audiences' eyes.

When the rotation stopped, James connected the rope from the tied leg to the ring and did the same pattern with the supporting leg. With both legs suspended symmetrically Yoko's whole body weight was lifted by the ropes joining the ring. With another spinning, audiences finally got a chance to see Yoko's pants under the kimono since she was tied like a frog with legs open. To most of them, it was like a erotic acrobatic scene. But to Hannah, who had tasted the full suspension, this scene reminded her of the grips from the ropes tightened by her body weight. She could not help hugging herself unaware of her increasing power as if that was from invisible snakes crawling around her body to bring back the rope marks.

For audiences who could not feel the same tension, James had his trick for the climax. After adjusting the ropes tied to Yoko's legs, he raised her folded legs and hips higher than her centre of gravity and pushed her body forward like pushing a swing. When Yoko's body just started swinging back from the highest position, he pulled a rope end from the suspension ring and released the knot of the main lifting rope. The model's head suddenly dropped toward the floor.

Hearing some astonished audiences' voices behind their covering hands, Hannah grasped her own arms for a moment and her gauntlet's metal nails left some marks on the uncovered skin of her right arm, even though she had seen the jump scare from James' videos before. The distance had been well measured to keep the model head just away from the earth, and the Japanese girl's straight black hair would fly up during the swinging. The most scary thing to Hannah just happened after Yoko's hair swept the floor and the audiences began clapping.

"Hello, Hannah!"

One of the worst things could happen in such a party was someone calling your real name. What made it worse was an uninvited hand on your waist.

"You get the wrong people!" Hannah used her riding crop to hit the man's wrist slightly.

"Ouch!" The mid-aged man with florid skin from booze without hair to stop his plastic devil horns headband from falling did not retreat. He put the horns back and justified them as if it made the introduction formal. "Hannah Schmidt! We met each other at Fujitsu Gallery, the master of fine arts thesis exhibition when you graduated. I'm George Hancock. Don't you remember? I'm the sponsor of the gallery and the Health Secretary."

"Oh, Mr. Hancock..." They had met once indeed. Hannah tried to put him off by reminding his identity. "I can't believe to see a member of parliament in such a party."

Actually George Hancock was the ex-Health Secretary. He had to resign when the Covid PPE (personal protective equipment) contracts scandals stacked up and his personal sex scandal gave the Tory government an excuse to throw him under the bus as a dead cat for the media.

"You look incredible..." He looked drunk and horny, and kept trying to touch her suits. "Let's get a room."

"I'm sorry that I'm here to spank, not a prostitute!" Hannah waved the crop in front of him.

"What about double your rate?" George Hancock did not give up impressing her. "You know... I'm the new trustee of the British Museum... Maybe we can have a good chat about your art..."

"Where is your wife?" Mentioning their wives was one of the best ways to turn off this kind of man. Hannah really hated to leave the show before James finished.

"She is Japanese too..." George Hancock pointed at the stage with the hand holding the glass and tried to laugh it off. "They're very submissive to the white tallywackers..."

"If I remember correctly, she was from China." The nationality of this MP's wife was publicly known for many attacks about their family business and foreign connections.

"You know what I mean... They are all the same..."

George Hancock still tried to explain but Hannah had turned her back and walked away already.

Torture Show

James and Yoko finished soon after Hannah left, so she did not miss much of the show. Hannah did not expect that Yoko was more keen to find her than James.

"Hannah, would like to do a torture show with me?" Yoko asked.

"Are you alright? I thought the Shibari show was very energy consuming."

"Yes. But I want to make the most of this party. The client is a MP." Yoko made a gesture like "OK" but with the palm toward the air and the "O" toward the viewer. Only James knew that was a Japanese gesture for coin/money, but Hannah could guess the meaning from the client's identity.

"The brown guy, who does dirty jobs for the Tory party and lets them get away by calling everyone who criticised them racists, asked Yoko for a private show after we finished." James introduced the client in his sarcastic way.

"Pra...Braverman..."

"Praveen Braverman, the Home Secretary?!" Hannah could not believe that so many members of parliament were here.

"And two of his friends."

"Have you done this before?" Hannah would not say no to neither the money nor the opportunity to torture the little doll, but she still kept professional.

"Not in a private show, but I have no problem with the pain."

Hannah briefly peeked at James who kept a poker face.

"In a private show, I won't hit you hard. But there will be a lot of exposing and humiliation. If they're not your things, I won't recommend you doing this."

"Come on. I'm a Shibari model."

"Of course." How a Shibari model could be short of kinks. "Are you allergic to latex?"

"No." Yoko did not know so many kinds of allergies until she studied abroad.

"Do you mind any racism?"

"What do you mean? Racism?"

"People come here for pleasure, guilty pleasure, from taboos. 'Interracial', 'yellow fever'... That's why they picked you. They love dirty talks and there will be verbal assaults." Hannah held Yoko's cheeks between thumb and index fingers and stared at her eyes like a hash teacher. Seeing her so confident, she added, "Our safewords will be... Hiroshima is 'slow' and Nagasaki is 'stop'."