"I promise you, honey, you'll love it." I said into the phone, as I continued to apply my makeup. "No, I'm not going to tell you what my costume is; you'll just have to wait and see." I put down my makeup kit, and looked at myself in the mirror. "I know you already told me that you're dressing up as an Undead, but I didn't force you to tell me; did I?" I adjusted my hair and said. "I've got to finish getting ready, honey, I'll be there soon." I placed the phone down and stood back to look at my work.
I was still naked, but the clothes were only a minor part of my costume anyways. I had just applied a layer on lavender body paint all over my body, with a darker tint artfully placed around my eyes and on my nipples. My lips and nails were now violet, like my hair, eyebrows, and the little tuft of public hair I kept trimmed just above my pussy, and I had put in contact lenses that made my eyes appear almost white. I had extensions added to the end of my eyebrows until they stood out well past the side of my head, and two large pointy ears that poked through my long hair. It had taken me the better part of the day to do it, but I was satisfied with my work.
My boyfriend Chris, a twenty year old college student, was a huge fan of the online game World of Warcraft; so I had decided to dress up like a character from the game, a Night Elf.
I walked over to the bed and looked at the clothes laid out before me; all of them purple. I picked up the tiny thong, and slipped it on; enjoying as the cold material pressed against my bare skin. I then put on the mini-skirt, which hung well below my naval; I had to adjust it so that it didn't reveal my pubic hair. I sat down and pulled on my boots, which were rimmed with dark purple feathers. The top was the most elaborate piece of clothing, and I made sure to be careful while putting it on, securing it across my chest with a tiny metal hook; I had to squeeze, and poke my breasts into the bra cups. I grabbed the gauntlets, and slid them on my forearms, tightening them.
Walking over to the mirror, I took another look, and couldn't even recognize myself. I'm pretty tall, about 5'10", and have a very athletic build; I spend a lot of time at the gym and in the pool. My breasts are not very large, but the top I wore pushed them up and made them look bigger. My best feature is my long shapely legs, which end in a tiny, little, bubble butt. I'm a thirty year old woman, and had started having an affair with this young man two years ago, when my, now, ex-husband, had introduced me to his freshmen class, at the annual dinner party his school throws at the start of the semester; in fact, I actually had sex with him that very night, in the garden. My ex-husband is ten years older than me, and had started to lose interest in sex; meanwhile, my sex drive had started to pick up, and masturbating just wasn't doing it for me. It wasn't long before, I had had enough, and filed for divorce.
That was eight months ago, and in the settlement, I had won the house, and a substantial alimony arrangement; this allowed me to live a very comfortable life. I didn't need to work anymore, and spent my time fulfilling my fantasies, and Chris' as well; which was what tonight was about. Tonight, at the Halloween party, we would, for the first time, try a little role-playing.
I walked to the front door, grabbed my trench coat and put it on; I didn't know if the night would get chilly, and I was going to walk the five blocks to the party. I stepped outside, and looked around; my neighborhood was always kind of quiet, even on Halloween. I turned down the street and started walking.
It was late, and the party had been going on for a couple of hours already; but it was a bunch of college kids, so I knew that the party would really only be picking up about the time I got there. It didn't take long for me to get there, and I could hear the music blasting from two blocks away. I approached the house, Chris' fraternity's, and could see that the party was in full swing; there were two boys passed out on the front lawn, a couple was making out on the porch, and several more kids were staggering home, already drunk.
I made my way into the party, weaving through all the drunken college kids, and checking out the girls and their costumes. I was not overly impressed with what I saw, and part of me wanted to drop my coat right then and there to show them all up; but I hadn't done this for them, I had done it for Chris. I continued to wonder, searching for him, and eventually saw him in the back yard, talking to some of his friends.
He was wearing normal clothes, although they had all been ripped and frayed, so as to look old and tattered, and he had applied white paint to every visible part of skin on him. One of the things that turned me on about him was that he wasn't your typical techno-nerd, he was very athletic, and was on the school swim team; because of this, he shaved all, and I mean all, his body hair.
I headed outside, and worked my way around the edge of the party, until I was just within his line of sight. I dropped my coat onto a chair, and started walking straight towards him; never taking my eyes of him. I had made it about half way when he finally noticed me, and the look on his face was priceless. I walked right up to him, pushing through the group of friends he had been talking to, leaned into him, and whispered in his ear. "Meet me upstairs, in five minutes." With that said I turned around and walked back to collect my coat, before putting it on and heading back inside, where I made my way to the stairway, and headed up. When I got to his door, I reached in my pocket, and took out the key that he had given me; I unlocked it and headed in, closing the door behind me and turning on the light. I walked over to the camcorder that we frequently used to film our little escapades, and turned it on; I wanted to record this so we could watch it later.
His room was not what you think a college kid's room would look like. There was no pile of dirty clothes on the floor, and the bed was properly made. His wall was not covered with pictures of supermodels, or porn stars, but instead with posters of great works of art. I removed my coat and draped it over the chair in the corner, then turned to face the door, and waited for him.
It wasn't long before he arrived, locking the door behind him. He turned to me and I started my performance before he could say anything.
"Oh dear, an Undead; what ever shall I do? I don't have any weapons to fight him off." I said as I backed up until my legs hit the edge of the bed. "Please, don't kill me. Do whatever you want to me, but spare my life." I made sure to sound scared and seductive at the same time.
He smiled and walked towards me until he was pressed right up against me. "Are you saying that you, a mighty Night Elf, are surrendering to me? You shall be my prisoner, and do anything I wish?" He put enough emphasis on the word 'anything' that I knew where he was going with it.
He had been hinting for several weeks that he would like to try anal sex, but was too shy to come right out and say it; one of his more endearing qualities. "I shall be your slave," I said as I reached down with my right hand and took his left hand. I brought it up to my mouth, where I liked his middle finger. I then brought it around behind me, and using my left hand to lift my skirt and pull my thong aside, and placed his middle finger against my asshole. I gave it a little nudge, and the tip slipped in. "and I shall do anything you wish, master."
"What would you have me do first?" I could tell that standing there, with his finger in my ass had him completely flustered, and I couldn't help but smile.
