Karma's Trick or Treat

Missie doesn't realise but she has come to my attention. Last year she frightened young children when they came trick or treating and she knew it was wrong She didn't realise they would get nightmares and she was sorry but this year I will be treating her to a trick. Another site claims to be dirtier, so are having a competition. Missie has been selected as the sites favourite messy person. She will carry out a scenario entered by another member chosen by a competition. There are three official judges to choose the winner so Missie won't have advance warning of the content. This is going to be fun for me at least.

I usually work through someone and this time its Madelyne a cross dressing amateur writer and wammer, She will not be aware of my presence.

It was a chilly October day and Missie walked into Melvin Manor a stately home but owned by an enthusiastic and eccentric wammer. It would endow the event with an appearance of,completely undue, respectability. Missie looked magnificent in her leather jacket over her sparkly royal blue dress with it's off the shoulder detail and dipped hem. Her lower legs encased in classy heeled black leather calf length boots. She strutted with an energy in her step and I could almost taste her anticipation. Today she was UMD royalty She was it's Princess. Unfortunately for Missie no-one with even the remotest trace of Prince Charming's DNA was likely to be present.
"Hi Missie I am Madelyne," I introduced myself.
"Good to meet you," Missie replied giving me an excited hug.
"They told me my outfit will be waiting for me here today?" Missie replied.
"Yes that's right. What I need you to do is have a shower. I know you will probably have done that already, but I would like you to be completely fresh for your new outfit.," I explained and showed her to the shower.
Missie didn't wam naked but as this was payback her normal rules would be disregarded but I had no intention of telling her yet that her outfit was her birthday suit. Hmmm maybe I could distract her by sprinkling glitter over her, I thought to myself.
She finished her shower and came out wrapped in a towel.
"Have you got my outfit," Missie asked.
"Some of it," I replied handing her the dog's collar and the wrist and ankle cuffs.
"I was promised a script." Missie asked as she put on the collar.
"Actually, the paperwork says you will be told the requirements in time to perform them," I explained.
"But what if I don't want to do something," asked Missie.
"Well," I believe you were offered a safe word, but you didn't accept it." I replied and attached the lead. I needed to keep her moving Women are supposed to be able to multi task but I realised that leading her on all fours would require to concentrate on movement rather than questions.
"What do I say ?" Missie continued so I diverted from the path into the long wet grass. T."his was more of a challenge for her to negotiate However despite the wet grass caressing her breasts and tickling her tummy she asked again.
"What is the safe word?" she c/ontinued to enquire
"No no it definitely isn't," I disagree"ed
"No I mean what is the safe word?" Missy tried again.
"Ok if you are sure, but it is a very common word," I queried.
"What is?" asked a confused Misse
"Exactly," I responded as the tips of the l grass caressed Missie against her thighs and more personally.
"This making me damp," Missy said.
"Oh good," I replied knowing she didn't mean that.
"No I mean the dew," Missy explained.
"Of course dear, when is it due?" I said having distracted her from the subject of the safe word.
Missy sighed.
Finaly we were there at the bottom of the garden.
"Stand up," I instructed.
Missy stood up and started to speak but I placed a finger on her lips.
"Okay, just listen, and I promise I will answer your questions, but first just listen," and I continued talking and at the same time took her wrist and fastened it to the branch above.
"Suspension," I said looking Missy in the eye as I grasped her other wrist
"I was talking to a dome recently about suspension and do you want to know what she said ?" IP asked having fastened the second wrist to the branch.
"What," Missy asked looking puzzled.
"Well I asked her if she had ever combined suspension and pegging?" I told her completing the restraint of her left ankle to a chain the floor.
"t is my specialty she replied and so I asked her to hang out my washing," I said as I fastened her other ankle.
"So what's the point?" asked Missie.
"Misdirection. If I explained before restraining you, you may not have believed me."Todays event is titled Tricked into treating," I paused for Missy to take this in.
"Today your body is mine. I decide it's pleasure," I whispered in Missie's ear pulling the cold metal chain of that dogs lead that hung between her legs making her shiver as it rubbed between her intimate lips.
"I write the script and your humiliation and pleasure is in my hands and you have agreed. Everyone who comes has been told you want to explore non consent scenario's and that you have a safe word."
"But I don't,"Missie refuted.
"You do I just haven't told you. If you guess we will not only stop but I will swap places with you.
That was not part of my plan. When I picked Madelyne I didn't choose someone to control and do my will. I chose someone who would share my aims and interests that I could influence with a nudge. I didn't expect my host to adlib. I was an unseen symbiont and we always acted as one. For a moment I thought she could see me but that wasn't possible. I calmed down
My attention returned to Missie as I circled her restrained body
"Eggs. Yes we start with eggs, " I told Missie.as I prepared her with a gentle finger and slipped the egg inside.
"Did I tell you there is a clause in the paper work you signed? I asked using my finger again. My intrusion causes Missy to gasp and blush as she is unused to have someone take such a liberty.
" I call the clause the Everyhole is a goal clause," I explained, "it basically means you have agreed to everything.
In a minute we will start the live webcam feed to UMB and any members will be entitled to come here and trick or treat but first the final touch for Halloween. Missies gaze fell upon a pumpkin carved like a lantern that looks somehow strange. It seemed to have been carved upside down with its lid on the bottom. Missies eyes tracked my progress as I lifted the pumpkin and brought it to her. It is carved but not empty. I pulled her head forward by heI pressed the button an she shuddered pulling at her r hair and slipped the pumpkin over her head like a motorcycle helmet. The contents of the pumpkin (a layer of egg yolks covered by a layer of. flour) immediately matted in Missies hair before a proportion leaked out leaving cold wet trails on her neck and shoulders. .Trails ran down her back and between her breasts. The chill in the breeze stiffened her nipples as soft fruit thrown splatted against her breasts and buttocks. Warm custard was poured over her body and it's warmth clung to the skin. Warmth ran down her legs and then I chose to press the button. A body smothered in sensation, but her eyes closed due to the pumpkin content, unable to see where the next assault on her body will happen. The vibrations inside her made her shudder and pull against her bonds. She was unable to work out how an earthquake had occurred inside until I said the words "love eggs" and pressed the stop button. A mop soaked in molten cold ice cream was pressed between Missies thighs and hot custard was flicked on her back with a paint brush. I pressed the button again and a wave pattern of vibrations began as Missie forgot all the other pleasures happening and the vibrations seemed to tunnel into her I stopped the eggs again and Essies spasming body calmed. I intended to only to tease but instead I tortured her with pleasure.
I continued as new wammers arrived and joined in. Her pumpkin heavy on her head had started putting pressure on her neck. So I felt it was time for the next stage. I released one hand at a time attaching her wrists to her collar. I removed the pumpkin displaying her straggly matted har and messy face. I released her ankles and shackled them with a spreader bar and walked her back to the house.
Just outside I tell Missie to stand still and I step back. Water hit her body simultaneously from in front and behind as she was hosed with cold water and towelled dry.
"Put your clothes on." I instructed "it is time for a bath.
I handed her clothes apart from the boots. I then helped Missie into the bathtub, her hands tied and feet tied. I covered her with flour packet after packet the small grains infiltrating every nook and cranny of your clothing filling the bath until it was full and only her head sticking out. I poured bottle after plastic bottle of cold milk over the flour creating a stickymess that got heavier with each bottle poured The weight made her writhe but that just mixed it more. I stepped into the bath and continued pouring milk and walking up and down and mixed it with my legs and feet. Missie watched and saw me take the tubes to three enema bags and reach down with each tube so that one ended in her panties and one ended on her chest inside her clothing. Raw egg oozed onto her skin slipping over her body and soaked the clothes. I took the third tube and aimed it at her head , face and hair massaging the mess thoroughly into her hair before I replaced the pumpkin. I opened the door and let three men in. I had raffled her mouth. I restarted the eggs inside her and the sensations pulsed through her body as it was pinned down by the weight. The men fucked her mouth through the pumpkins mouth and I pressed the plus button to make the vibrations stronger and increase the torture. Torture the word flickered in my mind. This was wrong. Almost immediately I sensed something had changed. The remains of the pumpkin fell apart and as I leaned over to whisper my next intentions I slipped into the bath and I turned looking at Missie as she grinned and said "Karma."
I heard my voice say," stop that is the safe word." This time I knew Madelyne could see me in her mind.
"How?"
"Karma is a bitch but you admitted this was wrong, so you are subject to you own rules."Madelyne replied in her head.
"I don't understand,"I answered.
"Yes you do. You described your self as a debt collector but you add interest to ease your own boredom. You take more than you owe and skim your share off the top Now it is time to pay your debt," Madelyne explained. Somehow Madelyne slipped into the background and I had full control of her body.
Then the men on Missies instruction took over and forced me to my knees. I knelt between them my face fucked by each in turn as Missie poured warm sticky custard over me. The stood me up their hands caressed me all over as Missie continued to splatter me with custard. They peeled my clothes from me putting my hands on their hard cocks. I felt one of them behind me who penetrated me with their finger. Before he sat on the floor and the other two lowered me onto his cock which Missie helped into me.I sat still impaled feeling his cock in me as I alternately sucked custard covered cocks. The cock underneath me started to move and I experienced a joy likr nothing I had before and it was building in me. My head grabbed as one man held it tight as his cock spasm in my mouth. I gagged as his come hit the back of his throat. Riding the cock below I could not think straight as Missie licked my erection. I gagged again as the other man came in my mouth.
I could hear myself "Oh god, oh god yes," as Missie enveloped my cock with her mouth. The man rode came inside me and I was about to explode.
"Noooo!" I screamed in Madelynes mind as I found myself wrestled from control on the brink orgasm.
"Thank you the pleasure was all mine," grinned Madelyne.
Infuriated I wrested back control and found my sensitive post cum cock being unbearably rubbed between Missies custard covered feet whilst her vibrating ass was pressed into my face as the eggs thrilled her and she brought herself to climax.
Karma is a bitch? In fact Karma is an unsatisfied bitch. To feel pleasures approach and then see it hijacked was only what I deserved. Natural justice even, but I am Karma I will be back.