This is about a co-worker that I shall call Leslie and I. She and I are not lovers, just met in the galley one day and she gave me a ride home from work another day. As gratitude, I offered to take her out to dinner but she declined saying she had to get to a hospital to see a friend. I had heard that she had a boyfriend, but she has not mentioned one to me. But she is a very attractive woman, about 5'5"; 36D breasts that bounce, slim and shapely legs, and is of Hispanic heritage so she has a very sexy bronzed color to her skin.
For Halloween, I was opening doors sexually in my life and decided to buck the stupid, trendy costumes everyone else wore and went with a gimp costume. I wore a black long sleeve shirt, ribbed and sheer. I wore thin black pants, leather wrist cuffs with locks, spiked leather collar with a 3' chain hanging from that, and a zippered black vinyl mask that only showed my eyes and nostrils, no hole for drinking anything. I am a pretty built guy at 6' and 235lbs and the costume did scare some people although my friends thought it was absolutely hilarious seeing me dressed like that. I was going stag of course, to see what the nightlife of Halloween has to offer.
I headed off to a local club that had three different themed rooms, rock in one, industrial in another, and a live DJ in the third. I was exploring around and seeing if I knew anyone there and did not. I walked into the industrial room and it was a madhouse. It was very dark, hooks with hanging skeletons on the wall, a laser light show, lots of very, very sexy women in hot costumes. There were nymphs, killer nurses, vampires, pirate wenches, and an assortment of other bondage freaks like me.
I walked towards the bar, seeing if there was a dominatrix looking to have some fun. Heading to the bar, it was an adventure. I was absolutely abused by the tiniest of women and enjoyed every second of it. It is eye-opening to see how women act when given the opportunity to shed the restrictions of society and let their sexual side manifest itself. My chain was pulled; I was put into various positions, and just manhandled. It was wonderful.
Finally getting to the bar, I ordered a drink and took a look around there. And there was Leslie. She did not recognize me, of course, but did give me a look up and down with a slightly curved and sexy smile. She was wearing a flowing black skirt, small spiked choker, 3" spiked heels, straight black hair that flowed over her shoulders and a strapless black laced up corset accentuating her deep cleavage into a living work of art. I looked her over, nodded and then stared a little deeper into her eyes to see if she could recognize me but she did not. I wrote down the drink order, handed it to the bartender as I could not speak with the mask on, and did not want to give away who I was just yet. My drink arrived and I had no choice but to take off my mask to drink. I unzipped it, folded it halfway up, smiled at her, and then peeled the rest of it off. Her jaw hit the floor then she smiled seductively with narrowed eyes and a naughty look.