Ah, Mistress Delia will always leave you breathless, won’t She, My spooky subbies? Me as well. And that shouldn’t surprise you. Goddess Rachel doesn’t simply follow the Halloween Blog Train as a matter of course; She always looks forward to being titillated by the sexy seasonal tales. The same can be said for our sessions: Whenever you present yourself to be Mastered by Mistress, you should remember that I always prefer to get My way. To get what gets Me off, even as I take you where you want to go.

Many times, where you don’t know you want to go until the journey is well underway.

Before I launch into My Halloween tale, if you’ve missed any of Our blog train posts, please start with the introduction of Our lucious conductor, Mistress Kay Marie, and be sure to visit every stop.

Then, come with Me, to a place where a playmate’s devotion leads him to be Mastered by Mistress Rachel in a whole new, magical way!

My all-seeing eye

You asked Me when we first met what My top five favorite kinks are. I told you, matter-of-factly:

• Anything having to do with a dominant man being serviced by a submissive man, whether that be coerced bisexuality, cuckold fluffing, or cocksucker/fuckslut fantasies
• Anything having to do with anal play or prostate masturbation
• All things Cock Control (guided masturbation, cockteasing, gooner encouragement, edging, orgasm control/delay/denial)
• Most things humiliation-oriented
• Pain and impact play of all kinds (cbt, spanking, etc.)

You expressed enthusiasm for obeying Me in My pursuit of all of the above, except for “gay stuff”, as you called it.

“First of all, there’s nothing wrong with being gay. Second of all, if you were doing it for Me, it wouldn’t have anything to do with your own sexuality. Put another way, I strive to convince you that as My property, your sexual orientation should be obedience.”

You cast your eyes down shamefacedly, as if you’d disappointed or angered Me. I put one finger under your chin and pushed it up, bidding you meet My eyes and smiled. You sighed with relief, and grinned back.

Pleasing Mistress?

My next question was, what would be your ultimate fantasy in submission. You declared that you would do anything to please Me sexually, and that would in turn be your greatest pleasure.

“What if I had a cock?” I asked, striving to sound as innocuous as possible.

You smirked, considering yourself playing along with what you thought was simply a cheeky joke.

“Well then I guess I’d have to give you the best blowjob I knew how, Mistress.”

I caressed your face, and ran a thumb across your lips.

“I think you’d be a natural. These are certified DSL’s if I’ve ever seen any.”

Your face reddened, and your eyes lowered with shame once again. You’d been told all of your adult life what full, sensuous lips you had. You weren’t sure it was altogether a manly trait.

But from the moment I met you, I thought they were perfect.

You wouldn’t know until the night of My Halloween party how perfect they were. It was to be a night where transformation would go well beyond garments and masks. The one night of  the year that passing over the threshold to My home granted the deepest fantasies of all who entered.

Including My own.

Crossing the threshold into magic!

I told you that at My party, your wildest dreams would come true. I didn’t need telepathy to tell Me how excited you were.

Though you wouldn’t really need a costume, telling you that would have raised flags I didn’t want raised. I wanted you lulled into a complete false sense of security. I suggested, therefore, something pedestrian, a prisoner in the classic black and white striped uniform. You smiled when I told you that it was meant to symbolize your servitude to Me. This was true, but irrelevant.

You appeared at My door as scheduled, and looked a bit puzzled.

“Goddess, excuse My impertinence, but where is your costume?”

“Well now,” I purred, leaning against the doorframe in My slinky black cocktail dress and heels, “Maybe I am wearing one, and you just can’t tell yet. Maybe I wanted to look sexy for the first night I allow you to service Me. Maybe both.”

You swallowed hard, and your eyes grew wide. You reached down and absently rubbed your crotch, and a momentary grimace of frustration crossed your face: you were in chastity, as I had also directed.

I stepped aside to allow you to enter. You could now see the scene you’d only heard as you stood on the doorstep outside. My tastefully-appointed modern abode was thronging with guests. Men and women, some dressed in cocktail attire, some more casually, but none wearing what you’d have described as a costume. They were enjoying drinks and appetizers passed by a few scantily-clad maids who looked as if serving refreshments was the height of their lives.

Little did you know that yes, everyone present had been transformed. Men had become women. Beta males had become Alphas. Women had become men. And some in between, namely the 100% service-hearted sissies who wanted to be undetectable but for their clitties, who served refreshments.

And some, tucked away in corners, who served in other ways.

But all of this was unknown to you.

You were puzzled, and then embarrassed. Could this be a humiliation game, making you the only one who wore a costume?

Then, My voice snapped you out of your reverie.

“Come,” I cooed, one arm extended into the foyer in invitation.

Teleportation!

The moment both feet cleared the threshold, the room of chatting, laughing guests, clinking ice cubes, and bright, festive lights disappeared, and you were enveloped for just a few seconds in swirling, purple fog. It didn’t so much as clear after a few seconds, as you fell out of it, and landed on your backside with a thump in a dimly-lit bedroom.

Startled, you called out, “Mistress?”

Your eyes found My scintillating form walking across the room toward you. You rose to your knees, and shakily sat back on your heels

“Mistress, what happened? What was that?” You tilted your head back to look up into My glittering eyes and half smile. I took your face in My hands.

“Shhh. You’re alright. It’s a night to suspend disbelief. To surrender as you never have before.”

Just then, you realized that except for your chastity cage, you were naked.

“But what–”

“Shhhh.” I took one hand from your cheek to place a finger on those juicy lips.

“I just wanted us to be alone. Didn’t you?”

You inwardly swooned, and this time, not from the rigors of teleportation. “Oh yes, Mistress. Yes.”

I gave you a gratified smile, and began to pull My dress up over My head. Underneath, I was completely naked, full breasts and curved hips at turns revealed and hidden by shadows and moonlight. I reached down, took your hands, and brought them up to My breasts. You gave a strangled cry.

I allowed you to stroke and massage them for a bit before moving your hands away, which was met by another moan, this time of disappointment. You dared not complain too much, lest you ruin the mood and lose your opportunity.

“Now close your eyes, and open your mouth.”

Mastered by Mistress

You did so immediately, preparing for what you were sure would be a mouthful of warm, nectar-sweet pussy, the faint scent of which had been terrorizing you ever since I took off My dress mere inches from your nose.

After a pause, instead of warm, wet softness, something hot, rigid, silky, and throbbing slid right to the back of your throat and filled your mouth from corner to corner of your lips. Your eyes flew open, and you stared up into what were still, you unaccountably knew, My glittering blue-green eyes, but set in the chiseled face of a man!

You tried to disengage yourself, but then realized that the delicate hands that had so recently cradled your face had become large and incredibly strong, thick fingers palming your head and encircling the back of your neck with a vice-like grip.

“It’s still Me. Just sporting My . . . costume for the night.”

Your protests, muffled by My large cock, were to no avail.

Within seconds, your eyes, as far as you could cast them and as clearly as the light and shadows would allow, took in defined, muscular pecs where My glorious breasts had just been, lightly dusted with chest hair. Broad shoulders and a V-shaped torso that extended down to hard, narrow hips. Out of the corners of your eyes as you darted them back and forth, you could see hairy, muscular thighs,

“Oh,” said the voice, which was distinctly Mine, even if 3 or more octaves lower, “I knew those lips were going to feel good. Now suck it.”

The cock-muffled protests turned to wet gluck-gluck-glucking gags as I “encouraged” you with thrusts of My hips. Your hands drifted up to them, and after fruitless attempts to use them for leverage, you just let them rest there to keep your balance.

You squeezed your eyes shut with reflexive distaste, and figured that the better you did it, the sooner it would be over. You allowed your lips to caress, and your cheeks to cave with suction.

“Oh yes! That’s it! Good boy! Suck My cock!” I moaned, and despite the low pitch and the unfamiliar housing, the expression of passionate pleasure from your Mistress, who you’d longed to please, caused you to relax a little.

Maybe it wasn’t so bad after all.

Pleasure in Submission

The corners of your mouth curled up a bit as you tried to make straight in your mind that you were pleasing your Mistress in the way you’d always dreamed, even if She was in the guise of a Master.

As this understanding took over, you began to pull out all the stops you’d seen in porn, twisting your mouth from side to side as My cock slid in and out between those DSL’s. The pleasure of pleasing Me began to take over even more, such that when I murmured in ecstacy for you to lick My balls, you did so without hesitation, wrapping a hand around My cock to stroke while you did so.

Soon, whenever a moan or cry or inchoate mutter of encouragement escaped My lips, you began to feel your cage tightening in response. You were becoming aroused sucking My cock.

And you began to wonder what My cum would taste like.

You closed your eyes and went back to My cock, deciding to focus with all your concentration on My pleasure. Sucking ardently, bobbing your head in and out, caressing My balls with a free hand as you chased the other up and down with your mouth shortly paid off.

“I’m going to cum!” I bellowed, and you slurped hungrily, feeling My cock flex and throb, shooting out My thick, copious load rope by rope. When your mouth filled, you swallowed eagerly, finding that you enjoyed the clean, salty taste.

You continued well past the crescendo of My cries, slowing and gentling. until I withdrew of My own accord.

When you opened your eyes, it was your familiar, feminine goddess once again, standing over you, head tilted back, eyes closed, crimson lips parted, still reveling in the afterglow. You looked up at Me lovingly, My beautiful breasts rising and falling with long, luxurious, satisfied breaths. And once again, the scent of My nectar lingered in the air. When you looked before you, you could indeed see that My beautiful pussy had returned.

Good boys get rewards

You felt My hands again, now My soft, delicate, manicured hands, caressing your face. You looked up to see Me smiling.

“That was wonderful. And don’t think it’s at all lost on Me what a shock that must have been. But you surrendered to Me beautifully, and pleased Me as you’ve always dreamed. Are you okay?”

“Yes, Mistress. I think I even liked pleasing you. The act of it, I mean.”

“Sucking My cock?” I teased.

You could only blush.

“There’s no need to feel ashamed. And never fear: I wouldn’t expect you to suck any other cock but Mine.”

Your blush turned to a look of relief and gratitude.

“Now, let’s take that chastity device off, and see what kind of fun we might get up to together in My regular form. You’ve earned it.”

Well, playmates, I’ll leave it to your feverish imaginations as to what kinds of rewards the submissive in this tale earned once I returned to My feminine form. Feel free to share in the comments, and enjoy listening to My own thoughts on the tale by clicking the pic below!

Last but not least, be ready to visit Mistress Erika’s blog tomorrow for your next Halloween Blog Train stop!

xx

Goddess Rachel

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