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Literotica Halloween Story Contest 2024
Official story. All characters are over 18. Feedback welcome, as always.
The house seemed far too big for just one person. Sometimes Sara thought it was too big even for two, especially since Kevin had started sleeping in a separate bedroom, and now that he was overseas, she felt as though she was rattling around in this huge old house like a pea in a whistle.
She didn't blame Kevin for choosing to sleep apart. He was a hugely successful lawyer specializing in defamation cases, but his job was frequently stressful and his insomnia almost legendary. About a month ago, he said he'd found a therapist who was helping him calm down and sleep at nights -- at least, on nights when he didn't have to be up at ridiculous hours for a zoom meeting with someone in another time zone -- and Sara had started to hope they might start sharing a bed more often. Not that their sex life had been particularly exciting even before he was made a junior partner, but it had been comforting. She was his second wife, a former fashion model, and knew she was regarded by his colleagues as a trophy in much the same way as the penthouse and the Maserati. She owned her own small business, but she felt like a figurehead there, too, with the office manager doing their job so effectively she doubted anyone would notice if she stopped turning up at all.
Sara got out of bed and wandered into Kevin's bedroom. He'd mentioned that his therapist had given him a headset that played some sort of ASMR that helped him relax and sleep, and she wondered whether he'd taken it with him. It wasn't on his nightstand or in any of the drawers, so she walked into his closet, and did a double-take when she saw a pair of hot pink stiletto heels amid his shoes. She picked these up and stared at them, realizing that they were too large for her -- not that she would have willingly worn anything in that shade, even in her early days as a model -- but they looked just big enough to fit Kevin. She searched quickly through the clothes on the shelves, and found a pleated pink miniskirt, a pink wig, a headband with cat ears and a matching tail, a pink choker with SLUT in brass letters, black stockings printed with the same word, a suspender belt, a flesh-coloured vest with deflated breasts, and a lacy bra that could easily have accommodated two pumpkins.
Though amazed, she carefully put every disturbing item back exactly where she'd found it, and tried to rationalize the discovery. She could tell that the clothes were relatively new, not something from Kevin's law school days. It was only five days before Halloween, and the law firm occasionally held parties exclusively for the employees, no spouses invited, so she tried to convince herself that Kevin had bought the costume for a Halloween party, either for himself or for a more recent recruit -- male or female - who the senior partners wanted to humiliate.
She wondered for a moment whether to mention the find to Kevin when he called, and decided against it: as he wasn't expected to return in time for Halloween, it seemed possible that the costume would never be worn and might be discarded without them needing to discuss it. If not, she could confront him after he returned.
She stepped out of the closet, and noticed an object under the bed. She blinked, knelt, and picked it up. It was a headset, with an on-off switch and a knob. Curious, she switched it on and listened. She had to strain her ears to hear any sound at all, and turning the knob didn't seem to make much difference to the volume, so she slipped the headset on. She could hear a very faint rhythm, rather like a heartbeat, and what might have been a voice murmuring softly, but she couldn't make out any words. It did cancel out other noises and silences in the house, which was somehow soothing after the shock of finding women's clothes in Kevin's closet, so she left it on as she headed for bed.
*
Luna had dressed as Elvira, Mistress of the Dark, for her eight o'clock paypig, and (unlike the Vampirella and Morticia costumes which were also frequently requested on Halloween), it was comfortable enough that she left it on while she waited for her eleven o'clock, who'd also expressed a desire to be dominated by Elvira. Like Cassandra Peterson, Luna was actually a natural redhead (though only her best-paying clients ever had the privilege of seeing her heart-shaped rose-red pubes), but she had a large collection of wigs, and the waist-length black hair was reserved for her personal use, not for her crossdressing clients.
Halloween was always a busy day for her; as well as her regulars, she had extra bookings from occasional clients who used the day as an excuse to crossdress in public in sexy Halloween costumes, and subs who wanted a last chance to make cummies before they locked their sissy clitties in chastity cages for No Nut November. Kevin had texted on the 25th to say that he wouldn't be able to keep his usual appointment, but would pay for her time anyway, so Luna and her apprentice, Xin, were startled when the bell rang. Luna walked over to the monitor and did a double-take when she saw the figure standing at the door. The heart-shaped face was unfamiliar, though the cotton candy pink wig, cat ears and choker looked like the ones she'd sold to Kevin. "Who's there?" she asked cautiously.
"I'm your slutty bimbo slave, mistress," came the reply. "Can I come in, please?"
"That one's being doing her voice training exercises," remarked Xin, who wore a sexy parody of a mad scientist costume: a translucent white lab coat, black thigh-high boots and long black gloves. "Sounds like a real woman."
Looks like one, too, thought Luna. Either they weren't wearing make-up, or it was done so expertly as to look completely natural. But what would a woman be doing here, now? She didn't currently have any female clients. "Check the garage," she told Xin.
Her apprentice walked over to the laptop and logged into the security camera. "Red Maserati," she said. "Isn't that what Penny drives?"
Luna nodded. Xin always referred to the clients by their female names, for fear of making a slip; Kevin's was Penny, though they sometimes changed that to Peggy when they were using their strap-ons. But while the person standing outside the lift door might be wearing Penny's sissy accessories, they didn't fit them well, and Kevin/Penny stood 6'6" tall in her pink stilettos; the person outside was at least four inches shorter.
Luna stared at the small screen, wondering what to do, for long enough that Xin turned around and asked, "Could Penny have given her slot to someone else?"
"Not if she knows what's good for her," Luna growled. "And I don't appreciate Halloween pranks." She un-muted the microphone and said, "Wait there. And no playing with your clitty."
"Yes, mistress. I mean, no, mistress."
"Good girl." She muted the microphone and walked over to the laptop. "That's Penny's Maserati, alright. Give me a second." She searched for news images of Kevin until she found some of him with his wife Sara. "Take a look at the face in the monitor and tell me if you think it could be the same person."
Xin walked over to the screen, then returned. "It looks like her," she agreed, "but why would Penny send her wife here?"
"I don't know. This is weird even by my standards. Unless..." She walked back to the monitor, un-muted the mic and asked, "Have you been listening to the audio recordings like a good bimbo?"
Sara beamed. "Yes, mistress! Every night, like you told me too."
"That's my good bimbo slut. You can play with your clitty now, but don't come." She muted the mic, and turned to Xin. "Okay, that explains how she knew when to turn up and what to wear, but I don't remember saying anything about this address."
Xin shrugged. "Ask the Professor."
"I will, tomorrow, but what the fuck are we supposed to do now?"
"Let her in?"
"What?"
"The Professor will want to know how effective the conditioning was, won't she? The bimbofication is only supposed to last as long as it takes her to get here, go home, and go to bed; she'll be back to normal once she wakes up, for the rest of the week. And she may be expecting the same treatment Penny gets."
Luna looked at her suspiciously. Xin's major was in theatre arts, but she was doing a minor in abnormal psychology to help her with method acting. "And what if she snaps out of it in the middle of a session?"
