A
MASKING EXPERIENCE STORY
BY
Author’s Notes: In this copyrighted masking story, the focus is upon the old
adage: “Be careful what you ask and/or wish for.” Herman Gallegos wants his wife to use one of his wonderful and
totally realistic latex female masks on Halloween. He alleges that when he masks with Norma in this manner that he
can have an affair without “really” cheating on her. While Norma Gallegos
expresses her concerns for Herman’s alleged “fail-safe” masking affairs, he
keeps requesting them until Norma creates a masked setting that gives Herman
way more than he bargained for.
“I noticed your company car in the driveway,
Norma. Does that mean that you are home
from work early?” called out Herman Gallegos as he entered their two-story
suburban home. When there was no
response, Herman called out again, “I’m in the house, Norma. Happy Halloween.”
“I’m in the master bathroom, Herman. Happy Halloween to you too, Honey. I was hoping to be ready by the time you
got home, but you are early. I hope you
don’t mind, but I plan to be in our master bathroom for quite a while. Why don’t you make us a pitcher of drinks
and relax?” responded Norma Gallegos.
“Where is your car, Norma? Quizzed Herman.
“I told this morning that it had to go into the shop
for alignment repairs,” responded Norma through the master bathroom door.
“I think that I member you mentioning that, it is
Halloween and my mind goes out of focus on that day.”
“This is not my first Halloween season with you,
Herman. I know what you get focused
upon around Halloween,” responded Norma.
Herman considered Norma’s apparent good mood and her
request for a pitcher of drinks as a positive sign. Norma had never greeted him in this manner before on
Halloween. Maybe she was going to
present them with a Halloween fantasy.
While Herman claimed to be as faithful to Norma as a bird-dog, he considered
his female masking with her as a way to provide variety to their sexual activities
and as a rationalization for any of his extramarital dalliances. “Have you planned anything for the up coming
Halloween holiday, Norma?” asked Herman Gallegos.
“When have you ever known me to plan for that
holiday, Herman?” asked his lovely wife Norma from the safety and privacy of
the upstairs master bathroom. “You are
the one that considers that Halloween as the high point of our social
calendar.”
“Last year you said that you were going to plan this
Halloween for us because you didn’t like any of my ideas for the last one,
Norma,” responded Herman Gallegos.
“It isn’t that I don’t like your ideas, Herman; it
is just that they are the same each and every year,” complained Norma Gallegos
through the locked second story bathroom door.
“What do you mean by that, Norma?” probed
Herman. “We have done different
costumes for at least the last five or six years. I don’t remember duplicating any of our Halloween identities.”
“What do you mean by different, Herman?” asked Norma
with what Herman felt to be her acid like rhetorical attitude piercing from the
inner sanctum of their master bathroom.
Recently, Norma’s attitude towards Herman’s masking fetish had gone a
bit stale, but he also believed that it was really nothing to worry about. Norma could be pretty kinky and creative in
her own way and that along with what Herman considered Norma’s naivety and
gullibility were part and parcel of the chemistry that had kept them together
as a couple.
“We have gone as the Frankenstein Monster and the
Bride of Frankenstein’s Monster. We
have gone as the pirate and his wench; not to mention the time we went as a
devil and a she-devil. We also went as
Zorro and the bride of Zorro. Then
there was that event were we went as Mickey and Minnie Mouse. I seem to remember us being Catwoman and
Batman too,” listed Herman as he prepared a large pitcher of drinks. “Last year I wanted to go as the kabuki
dancer and the geisha but you wrecked my plans when decided to be a harem dancer
instead.”
“You forgot to mention, Herman, that when you
planned those costumes I went as Batman to your Catwoman; the Devil to your
she-devil; Mickey to your Minnie and so on and so forth,” declared Norma. Herman Gallegos heard what sounded to him like
his electric razor when Norma added, “The specific themes of the costumes might
have been different, Herman, but you always have us going crossed-dressed and
it just isn’t any fun for me anymore. I
enjoyed being the pretty harem dancer, Herman and I didn’t have to wear one of
your exotic female latex masks to complete my costume.”
“But it is the masks that allow for the total
identity changes that keeps our marriage and love affair fresh, Norma,”
suggested Herman.
“I know that is your position, Herman, but I am not
sure that I agree with that so much anymore,” countered Norma. What was she doing for so long in their
master bathroom? Was she actually
putting together her Halloween costume as a surprise for Herman?
“I thought that you liked being different identities
for and with me, Norma,” suggested Herman Gallegos while he decided to find
some snacks to go along with their drinks.
He also noted that the hum of the razor was still emanating from their
master bathroom. Either Norma had not
heard his last remark or wasn’t responding to it, so Herman added, “Halloween
is really the only time that we can cross-dress legitimately in public, Norma.”
“I understand your reasoning, Herman, but I want to
do something different and together.
While I liked being the harem dancer, I didn’t like being by myself last
Halloween,” complained Norma’s voice through their master bathroom door.
“You said that you wouldn’t go with me as twin harem
dancers, Norma when I changed from my Geisha mask and costume to match your
theme,” said Herman as he assembled a tea tray full of snacks. All of a sudden, Herman felt hungry and the
snacks looked like just the ticket to nourish and relax him while he waited for
Norma to complete whatever she was still doing in their master bathroom. Herman had been out in the field all day and
didn’t stop to eat lunch. Instead he
had the company limousine bring him straight home for an early start on his
Halloween festivities.
“Seeing you masked and dressed as a voluptuous
exotic and erotic harem dancer was just a little too much for me, Herman. Besides you never really told me what you
did on that evening when you went off by yourself.”
“You never told me where you went either,
Norma. I thought that was the way you
wanted to keep that Last Halloween evening a mystery and for my money, I
thought that I made one absolutely fine looking harem dancer.”
“I don’t know what possesses you to want to do
things like that, Herman. And, you must
already know that I went to our company’s Halloween party. That is why I didn’t want to go
crossed-dressed or with both of us dressed as harem dancers,” declared Norma
when what Herman assumed was his electric razor’s motor finally stopped
humming.
“Well that is the first time you told me that,
Norma,” suggested Herman as he loaded more snacks and the pitcher of drinks
onto the tea tray and prepared to ascend the stairs to their master bedroom.
“You saw the pictures that I took, Herman,”
responded Norma from behind the bathroom door.
“Those pictures could have been taken by anybody and
almost anywhere, Norma. To my way of
thinking your photos weren’t proof that you were at the office Halloween party
all night,” declared Herman Gallegos after he set the drinks and snacks down on
one of their nightstands. “I am almost
positive that you weren’t there when I showed up.
“Are you ever going to tell me where else you went
or what you went as last Halloween, Herman?” quizzed Norma Gallegos from the
privacy of their master bathroom.
“I figured that if you really wanted to know that,
Norma that you would have gone with me,” said Herman after he had taken a sip
from his drink.
“Does that mean that you aren’t going to tell me
where you went and/or what you went as, Herman?” probed Norma.
“That is exactly what that means, Norma,” announced
Herman.
Actually, from bits and pieces of office gossip
Norma was pretty sure as to the “what and where” of Herman’s previous
Halloween, but to keep her present cover and focus on her current objectives
she decided to keep that to herself for the moment and calmly asked, “What
would you like to be this Halloween, Herman?”
“Either you plan it, Norma, or where and who I am on
this Halloween will be a mystery too,” threatened Herman Gallegos.
“I don’t like your attitude, Herman.” Norma evaluated her new look in the bathroom’s
large mirrors. The smooth and fuzzy
quality of the remaining short stubble left by her buzz cut was something
totally new for her. This look should
get Herman’s attention if he recognized Norma in it. He always said that he loved her long red tresses that now filled
their bathroom sink. The jet-black dye
on the buzz cut would add to the over all young male Goth look that Norma was
trying to create. Her normally pale
skin seemed to blanch lighter as the black dye took root in the stubble of her
hair and the heavy theatrically applied eye make-up and one inch long eyelashes
extended her other worldly “in-drag” look.
The addition of the thin black mustache gave credibility to her
effeminate masculine image.
“Your drinks are getting warm, Norma,” called out
Herman Gallegos.
“Get naked Herman, but take your time. I will be out in a few minutes,” responded
Norma Gallegos.
The reflection of her image in the bathroom mirrors
told Norma Gallegos that the extreme hard rubber corset and silicon pads were
all in place and she had an hourglass shape that was almost cartoon in
character. The Rubber Finest’s hard and
heavy rubber black corset was actually designed for use by transgender men that
desired tiny female waists and over-the-top female racks. Norma had been dieting, exercising and using
a practice corset every night for almost a year to get her body ready to
achieve this exotic and erotic shape.
Since Norma had purposely and consistently covered
her dieting and corset wearing with the use of baggie sweat clothes for pajamas
and house wear, Herman had never seemed to notice how much she had winnowed her
waist. In fact, he even suggested that
she might be putting on a few pounds.
To continue with the theme of the feminized Drag Queen, Norma had
purchased a really wicked looking double-ended dildoe. What made this particular anatomical correct
dildoe really special was that it had a crook and rubber-studded saddle in the
center that sent the “female” end of the device into the female so as to
stimulate the “G” spot and the clitoris when ever pressure was exerted on the
male end of the sex toy.
In addition,
squeezing the incredible item’s fluid filled rubber testicles that hung between
the female’s legs could control the size and length of the “male” end. Of course squeezing the rubber testicle also
intensified the action of the female end of the dildoe for the wearer. Just inserting it and strapping on the marvelous
phallus made Norma cum. After she was
able to gain her composure, Norma layered over this exciting double-ended
dildoe and the magnificent corset and body-shaping device, a pale white Fem
Skin catsuit that not only obliterated the reality of the straps for the dildoe
and the existence of the body shaping corset, but it absolutely added to her
fascinating over all she/male/Goth/Drag Queen doll like appearance by
embellishing her buttocks and breasts.
For her costume, the opera hose and the black
sequined covered and perfectly tailored bolero tuxedo with its high frill bib,
long morning tails and tucker were everything that Norma had hoped for. The reflections from the thousands of
perfectly placed sequins in the heavy bolero-cut morning coat that were now
illuminated by the lights that framed the sink mirror, sparkled and danced upon
the bright enamel paint of the bathroom.
The black patent leather, eight-inch tall, four-inch platform, chunky
heeled, lace-up knee-high boots made Norma’s five-foot eight-frame come to over
six-foot four and gave her exotic and erotic she/male image a commanding
presence.
Norma wasn’t in a full head mask yet, but the basic
foundation of her “she/male/drag-queen” disguise was total and complete. Her huge breasts in conjunction with her
magnificent cock mesmerized Norma as she observed her new image in the bathroom
mirrors. To her way of thinking, if
Norma was able to achieve the look that she was going for, Herman was not only
going to be out with a horny young man in drag for these Halloween festivities,
there would be a video on Y-Tube the following day that would have Herman being
transformed into a female and then having she/male sex with that mysterious and
horny young man.
For the first time in years, Norma Gallegos felt
good about her planned masking activities.
The fact that she was doing them based upon her personal agenda had her
feeling just plain good about her inner life and all that she felt that she
stood for. She still believed that in
spite of all of his faults, that she still loved Herman, but she wasn’t sure if
he loved her for her. With her current
plan she was back in the driver’s seat; this was her plan and fantasy, and her
plan was certainly determined to change Herman’s existence. All the other pieces of the puzzle and legal
details were in place and Norma Gallegos was positive that Herman didn’t have a
clue that his world of double dealing deceit as he knew it and took for
granted; was about to end.
On the other hand, Herman didn’t need to be told to
take his clothes off twice. This turn
of affairs was definitely good news for him and gave Norma a few more minutes
in the master bathroom without complaint from Herman. Even so, he decided to continue his pleadings through the locked
bathroom door. “What do you want me to
say, Norma? Am I wrong in thinking that
last year you had made it very clear that the only time that you will mask with
me in public was on Halloween?”
“No, you are absolutely right about that, Herman,”
responded the voice from the other side of the master bathroom door.
“You knew of my masking fetish long before we were
married. I never tried to keep it a
secret like a lot of guys do. I was
always open with you about my cross-dressing and masking and you originally
said that my desire to mask and have you mask with me wasn’t going to a problem
for us,” said Herman after bending over to untie his shoes.
“That is all totally true Herman, but I didn’t
realize that you meant that we were to mask at least a couple of times a week
and that you also meant masking in public whenever possible,” proclaimed Norma
while waiting for the jet-black dye to take full hold of her extremely short
and fuzzy buzz-cut. “Lately, I have
come to think that you prefer me in a full-head latex female mask instead of me
just being me.”
“That is plain not true, Norma and you must know
that,” said Herman while feeling that Norma was probably way closer to the
truth on this topic than he was letting on.
If the truth was really to be told from Herman’s point of view, he just
loved seeing Norma in a latex, full-head female mask and costume. He could not imagine something more
intriguing and exciting to his libido.
If Norma chose to be a different masked female identity each and every
day that would truly be a fantasy come true for him. In fact that would even be more fun than if he were masked and
cross-dressed on a daily basis.
However, cross-dressing with Norma could also be fun on occasion. In this setting he would fantasy that Norma
had lesbian desires and he could mask with Norma like she/male rubber sisters.
“I also didn’t realize that our sex life really
entails a series of masking events for you,” declared Norma through the locked
bathroom door.
“When was the last time we masked while having sex,
Norma?” asked Herman while finishing his first drink and popping a couple of
snacks. This conversation via the
bathroom door was not his idea of romance, but as he unhooked his belt and took
off his socks, he still hoped against hope that the closed and deliberately
locked master bathroom door meant that Norma was preparing some kind of female
masking surprise for him.
“When was the last time we had normal sex, Herman?”
probed Norma Gallegos.
“I’m not the person in this relationship that is
always saying no to sex, Norma,” said Herman Gallegos.
“I said normal sex, Herman. Sex is more than a series of mechanical
humps in the sack,” proclaimed Norma Gallegos, as her bathroom timer announced
that she finally was able to blot the excess black dye from her scalp.
“I couldn’t agree more with that, Norma, but when
you are wearing a full head female mask, that is all that you really seem to
want from me,” declared Herman.
“You are in total denial of how deep your fetish has
taken root, Herman,” asserted Norma as she tidied up the bathroom basin after
finishing with her hair dying process.
“I thought that you liked wearing those erotic
full-head female masks and that they made you feel really horny and sexy,”
suggested Herman Gallegos.
“Some of that may also be true, Herman, but I am not
wearing those erotic full-head female masks because I want to. I am doing it to please you,” said Norma
Gallegos as she took an “Emerrald” mask made by Kerry and held it beside her
“drag-queen’ made-up face. Norma was
well aware of the fact that this mask would remind Herman of their mysterious
premarital masking partner. Norma had
carefully removed the “eyes” of this particular “Emerrald” mask so that her
overly made up drag-queen” eyes could look directly through the mask.
After pulling the highly modified “Emerrald” mask on
over her head and painstakingly making sure that the one-inch eyelashes were
unimpaired by the presence of the mask, Norma pressed the newly feathered edges
of the mask’s eyeholes into her cheeks and brows before double locking the mask
onto her neck. She hid the original
keys for the mask’s locks in the tank of the master bathroom toilet and put the
copies of the keys in her panties. It
would not do for Herman or any version of Herman and his friends to get the
highly modified “Emerrald” mask off of Norma before she wanted that to happen.
“You have to admit that you look fabulous in most of
those marvelous full-head latex female masks, Norma,” offered Herman. “Although, I still think that the “Emerrald”
by Kerry is my favorite.”
“Of all of the masks that I wear for you, Herman, I
like the “Rose” mask by Nikki Dyes,” admitted Norma. “That mask really does make me feel horny and wenchy. I guess wearing Rose allows me to be less inhibited.”
Herman noted that there was a change in the tenor/sound of Norma’s voice. Herman wondered if this meant that Norma had
pulled on a mask or that her attitude was softening? He decided to play it cool and not ask.
With yet another artistic and careful application of
theatrical make-up, the highly modified “Emerrald” mask and Norma’s drag-queen
look were one seamless reality. Norma
Gallegos not only liked her new look, she liked the way she could see while
being in a mask. Usually the small pupil
holes in the “eye” of the “Emerrald” mask greatly diminished her peripheral vision
and made Norma feel like a prisoner in a latex cell. While Herman told her that most maskers liked this closed in
feeling, Norma had never really adjusted to it or craved it like Herman
Gallegos did.
The gluing of the “Emerrald” mask’s nose in place
also added to the breathe/ability of Norma’s current mask/make-up
combination. With the nostril tubes
inserted in her nose, moisture build up inside of the mask would be at a
minimum if any at all. Norma enjoyed
staring at what now appeared to be her bald headed/female drag/queen
image. All that was left was for her to
apply/bond the long and very full blonde pageboy wig to the Velcro fasteners
that she had sewn onto the crown of the highly modified Drag/Queen styled
“Emerrald” mask.
Norma moved carefully and deliberately as she
applied the lovely blonde wig and then pulled on the tight fitting leather
gloves with their attached red fingernails.
She figured that the longer she could delay her entrance from the master
bathroom, the more off balance and pliable Herman would become. Her long mid-night practice sessions of
walking and dancing in the eight-inch heeled boots had paid off and Norma felt
wonderfully strong and secure in them once she had cinched the laces to as
tight a fit as her legs and ankles would allow. The practice sessions had also
strengthened her calves and toughened the balls of her feet. This would also make this evening’s
activities more fun and allow her to dance Herman’s unpracticed feet and calves
into pure pain.
In addition, the incredibly tall and elegantly
designed black patent leather boots made her new drag queen image look all
leggy and would make her appear slender and spectacular in the full length,
leather lined and hooded faux fur mink coat that she had purchased for this
occasion. Norma had made absolutely
sure that her eight inch heeled boots made her taller than Herman’s six-inch
boots would make him if he consented to wear them. She also made sure that his very tight, steep lasted boots would
cramp both his toes and calves while hobbling him to some degree.
In an effort to get a rise from the long period of
quiet emanating from the bathroom, Herman asked, “Are you saying that I only
want you when you are my masked doll?” While waiting for his answer Herman
Gallegos downed another drink from the pitcher and unbuttoned his shirt. The silence protected by the locked bathroom
door continued and Herman decided to repeat his question while hoping that
Norma was putting on Nikki’s “Rose” mask.
The bathroom door had been locked for too long and something was amiss.
“Are you saying that I only want you when you are my masked doll?”
“I think that your female masking has you so
confused that you don’t really know what you want Herman,” declared Norma as
she managed one more inspection of her handiwork and prepared to unlock the
bathroom door and present her semi-disguised “drag-queen” image to Herman. She was sure that Herman wasn’t aware that
she had hidden three camcorders in the bedroom that would document their masked
play and Herman’s transformation.
“Based upon that notion, you don’t have a clue as to
what I am feeling, Norma and I am equally sure that I no longer have a clue as
to what you are feeling either,” admitted Herman.
“So are you still sure that you want me to plan our
Halloween?” called out Norma Gallegos from the clean porcelain privacy of the
locked master bathroom.
“You already know that I really want you to that,
Norma. I so wish that you could make
this a sexy and erotic Halloween that we will remember forever,” proclaimed
Herman Gallegos.
“Be careful what you wish for Herman,” said Norma
through the door.
“Why should I be careful about a wish like that,
Norma?” asked Herman Gallegos. The booze was beginning to take affect and
Herman’s imagination drifted back to his mental image of Norma in her “Rose”
mask and costume.
Norma inserted the voice modulator into her
“Emerrald masked” mouth. The clerk at
the party store had showed her how this device would lower and thicken the
external sounds of her voice into what would sound like a false male
register. “And if I can’t do that,
Herman?” probed Norma Gallegos in her new rich sounding false contralto that
seemed to tease and drop her voice at least an octave from the previous part of
their bathroom door conversation.
“Like I said before, we will have another Halloween
mystery, Norma,” said Herman while almost hoping that his wife would fail in
her mission so that he could spend another masked evening with one of his
mysterious masking partners.
Through the door the rich contralto voice declared,
“You are in luck Herman. You may be
getting your wish. I have been
planning something for your Halloween.
But, before I unlock this door, you have to agree without question to
two rules.”
“That is kind of a pig in a poke, Norma,” stated
Herman. He almost kicked himself for
saying this. What if she really was
going to be “Rose” for him public?
Norma must have had a costume in mind for him. After all, she was having him get naked. Herman quickly stripped off the last of his
remaining garments, including his underwear.
“I have gone to a lot of work in order to honor your
repeated requests to make this Halloween an event that you will never forget,
Herman,” suggested the rich contralto voice from the privacy of the
bathroom. “I think that I am in a
position to do that very thing.”
“Then let’s get to it, Norma,” suggested Herman.
“In my opinion I think that I look pretty
amazing. You might even say that I am
exotically pretty as well. For your
part, you must either agree to my two rules and follow them to the letter or I
will stay in here until you leave the house for whatever activity that you
think you can pull off on your own for this Halloween Holiday,” proclaimed
Norma as she continued to model her disguise in the bathroom mirrors. She really did like what she saw.
Herman downed another drink and popped a couple more
snacks into his mouth. “I have taken
all of my clothes off Norma. Can I ask
what these rules are?”
“Of course you may,” responded the teasing contralto
voice.
“What are they?” probed Herman.
“The first rule is: from the second that I unlock
and open this door, you are to enact everything I ask you to do without a
single hesitation or question. If you
break that rule, I guarantee that some nasty things will happen and there will
be no going back to the way things are now.”
“What are the nasty things?” asked Herman Gallegos.
“That is for me to know and you to find out if you
force us to go down that road,” declared the authoritative contralto voice.
“That is pretty harsh, Norma,” complained
Herman.
“Halloween is all about trick or treat, Herman. Abide by my rules and you may get your
treat. Break or ignore my rules and be
prepared to be tricked.”
“You said that there were two rules,” suggested
Herman. He felt the surge in his gonads
at they continued this negotiation.
Herman believed that Norma just had to have something totally awesome in
mind.
“That’s right,” admitted the contralto voice from
behind the locked bathroom door.
“What is it?” probed Herman Gallegos while
continuing to ignore the change in the tenor and overtone pitch of Norma’s
voice.
“From the second that I unlock and open this door
until my plan has run it’s course, you are to call me Norman.”
“That is weird,” mumbled Herman. Did that mean that they were going to be
cross-dressing? That must be what this
is all about. Maybe I am going to be
“Rose” and Norma will be cross-dressed as Dracula, figured Herman inside of his
spinning thought. That would certainly
be one marvelous Halloween treat.
“What is your decision, Herman? If we are going do this thing, time is now
of essence,” pressed the rich and assertive contralto voice.
“I agree without any reservations to both of your
rules, Norman,” said Herman Gallegos as the hot appendage between his legs rose
to full salute.
The lock on the master bathroom door released and
the “Emerrald” masked “Norman” stepped through the doorway. Herman almost ejaculated on the spot. Seeing Norma in her fabulous female mask,
make-up and sequined covered Playboy style bolero tuxedo was way better than
Herman could ever have hoped for. In
fact Herman had to do a double take because the only way he had known that he
had been talking to Norma was that he believed that he had heard her conversing
with him through the bathroom door. The
very tall, slender, yet voluptuous, dramatic and exotic female that stood
before him and that was now gliding towards the pitcher of drinks didn’t have
Norma’s trim athletic body; this figure was way taller than Norma could ever
manage and the torso shape of this exotic and erotic prick-tease had been
molded into every horny man’s super curvaceous wet dream.
The moves of this tall voluptuous and blonde,
sequin-covered personage was so extremely feminine: almost too feminine. This female impersonator was a stereotyped
mix of a very young Betty Davis and twenty something Michael Jackson folded
into a single blend. The elegant yet
effeminate image that was still pouring out its drink was all legs, giant jugs
and spiny fingers. The smooth flowing
blonde hair and sparkling Gothic eyes with their one-inch long theatrical
lashes were just incredible. Herman
Gallegos tried to peer around the doorframe into the master bathroom to make
sure there wasn’t some other person like Norma’s scheming and devious sister
hiding inside. Had Norma hired a
professional Drag Queen to play with Herman on this Halloween Holiday?
After pouring itself a tall cold drink and inserting
the straw from the drink into its full red lipped mask for a much-deserved
refreshment, the smooth and rich contralto voice said, “everything that you
need to complete the treat part of our evening is in that large box at the foot
of your bed Herman. Your wife told me
that you always wanted to do this fantasy so she has arranged for it to happen
for you. She also has told me that you
have agreed to my terms and that you will do everything that I request without
hesitation or question.”
“That is what I have agreed to, Norman,” responded
Herman as he moved towards the large box at the foot of their king-size
bed. He wondered why he had not noticed
the large cardboard box until “Norman” had made him aware of it.
“You will need this box cutter to open the package
and its contents, Herman, but before you do that I must insist on capping the
well spring between your legs. It just
won’t do for it to be bobbing its ugly little head up and down all night. You might take this opportunity to unload
your bladder and bowels in the bathroom as it will be a long time before we can
do that again.” Herman placed the box
cutter on the big package before entering the bathroom to eliminate his
need. He used the trip into the
bathroom to check once again to make sure that exotic and erotic “Norman” and
the totally naked Herman were that only ones in the master bedroom and bath
suite of their house.
Now that he had taken care of business in the
bathroom, Herman returned to the foot of the large bed where “Norman” dropped
to “his” knees, cleaned Herman with moist and fragrant towelette, sucked Herman
deep down the throat of “Norman’s” masked face and them blew Herman to
smithereens before shoving a constriction ring and a double rubber onto
Herman’s straining and hungry poker.
“You are such a loving slut of a man, Herman. I just love sucking on you, Sweetums. You had better be at the ready whenever I need a refill for the
rest of the evening.” With this totally
prick teasing sentiment voiced, “Norman” ran “his” had red nails across Herman’s
privates and sent shivers from the top of Herman’s head to the tip of his
toes.
“I so look forward to thrusting into your back door
and then riding up your tight and gritty love canal after we get you dressed
and properly transformed into the woman that I know you want to be, Sweetums”
said the contralto sounding exotic and erotic image of “Norman” for the benefit
of the video three cameras.
In his sexual confusion and slightly tipsy condition
Herman didn’t know what to say to this admission, but decided that this fantasy
had to be the beginning of the “unforgettable night” that Norma said she had
planned for them. On the other hand
Herman was pretty sure of one thing. Whoever
or whatever had just sucked him into sexual oblivion wasn’t Norma. She had never done anything like that to
Herman in either a masked or unmasked setting and the more he focused upon
“Norman’s” image, the more that image seemed to remind Herman of his mysterious
masking partner from the previous Halloween and his premarital past.
After laying all of the items from the large box out
of the bed, “Norman” had Herman
Gallegos begin his journey into femdom by pulling, buckling up and cinching
down a painfully extreme heavy rubber Victorian corset. There was nothing fashionable or glamorous
about this item. It was a heavy-duty
body shaping tool and nothing more.
This heavy rubber corset was a bone breaker. It was a totally unforgiving torture device that eventually had
Herman’s shape imitating that of “Norman’s”.
The huge “K” cups of the black hard rubber corset were filled with
batteries that could send a truly shocking high voltage jolt along to Herman’s
male tits and/or gonads if her stepped out of line.
“Let’s make sure that I have you properly wired
Herman,” said “Norman” as “he” pressed the very small remote signally device
that made Herman dance with electrified pain.
The body shaping corset from Rubber’s finest also
made breathing was a brand new adventure for Herman and bending over in the
middle seemed all but impossible for the first few minutes. Then, just as Herman thought that he would
be able to tolerate the body altering devices, “Norman” forced Herman to spread
his legs and began the application of the gaff and anal pussy that was so
essential to Norma’s idea for Herman’s Halloween You Tube adventure. “Norman” strapped on a large red dildoe to
assist “him” in implanting Herman’s new anal pussy.
The insertion of the marvelous anal pussy into
Herman’s tight ass was a combination of total pain and pure pleasure. Herman
Gallegos had read about this type of feminization but this was a first for him
and Herman was not sure if he liked it or not.
But, he had asked for it and now that it was actually happening he
didn’t want to play chicken. As the
insertion and anal fucking continued Herman became even further convinced that
he was at the tender mercies of someone other than his wife Norma. He was sure that she would be totally
repulsed by what “Norman” was doing to him.
But if Norma wasn’t femininizing him, who was doing it and how had
Norma, made the switch?
“Your new pussy looks so hot and fine to me,
Sweetums. I think that we need to
insert this butt plug to keep you semi relaxed and at the ready. It just would not do for you to be too
tight. I am almost positive that you
are going to be the hit of the party.
I’m going to make a lot of money with you tonight,” announced “Norman’s”
effeminate but rich sounding contralto voice.
Herman wanted to ask what those remarks about making
money meant, but he was having all he could manage with the pain in his tender
ass and his screaming ribs. In
addition, he didn’t want to necessitate another press of the button on the
remote that shocked his privates somewhere into the next beyond the
beyond. Herman’s partially feminized
image also remembered that if he hesitated or questioned his protagonist’s
intentions that this Halloween fantasy would stop being a treat, if this was
the treat and become a trick. And,
based on the current realities of this treat, the trick had to be totally
wicked. Therefore, Herman still
believed that whatever was going to happen to him during this Halloween
adventure; could only get better. After
all, he had fantasized being forced into femdom on a number of occasions and
his protagonist seemed to be an expert at doing just that.
“Looks like we are ready for our Fem Suit,
Sweetums. It has all of the silicon
pads and latest technology to make you soft and cuddly. I’m going to love fondling your massive tits
if you behave like the classic slut that I know you want to be and since you
like Norma to be “Rose” for you all of the time, I think that you need to be a
very white Gothic version of “Rose” for the rest of our Halloween adventure,”
said “Norman’s” exotic image as it helped pulled the creamy white colored Fem
Suit up Herman’s legs.
Herman was actually surprised how easily the Fem
Suit went on and covered his entire reshaped masculine identity. Except for his six-foot size, the large
wardrobe mirrors of their master bedroom showed that his body definitely had
left the realm of male imagery. The
addition of the matching full-head and tightly laced “Gothic colored Rose”
latex mask by Nikki Dyes completed that reality and Herman had left the
room. The image that greeted him from
the reflections in the mirror had a large and completely naked voluptuous
Gothic rubber doll standing in his place.
This is when Herman also realized that an
anatomically correct penis shaped deep-throated gag and nostril tubes had been
bonded to the inside of the “Gothic colored Rose” mask. When “Norman” forced the gag into the new
“Rose’s” mouth conversation was no longer an option. On the other hand, the gag seemed to spread open the mouth of the
mask and make the gothic lips seem fuller and softer. Herman didn’t realize that the gag would also assist him in the
numerous sessions of oral sex that his female image was scheduled to perform at
the Halloween event Norma had them signed up to attend.
Cleverly concealed in the left side of the gag was a
tube through which Herman could be forced to drink. To Herman’s rubberized surprise and psychic shock, he felt
comforted by having the rubber penis to suck on. What was that all about?
Norman had the heavy latex structures of the “Gothic colored Rose” mask
tied and locked on so tightly to Herman’s head that the only thing that gave
relief to the pain along Herman’s jaw line was sucking on the penis gag. Adding the ribbed corset collar only served
to intensify this reality.
“Time to dress, Sweetums. You are such a big girl.
I hope everything fits. You are
so tall that I think we will have you put your boots on as the last item in
your transformation. Maybe now would be
a good time to take another drink so that we don’t get all dehydrated.” The tall and naked “Rose” took a deep drag
on the cold beverage by inserting a tube that stuck out of the middle finger of
her right hand into the tall ice chilled glass.
For the most part, Herman’s costume was a duplicate
of “Norman’s” costume. Herman’s twin
fantasy was close to being realized, or at least that was what Norma wanted
Herman to believe. Herman’s Sweetums
image loved dressing up in the white body stocking, frilly satin teddy, cumber
bun, sequin-covered morning jacket along with the black fishnet stockings and
gloves. The black and silver hard
plastic posture collar with its glued on red bow tie completed Sweetum’s
costume. While “Norman” had shoulders
that exaggerated his bust line, the new Rose’s shoulders were broad and made
her very heavy battery loaded bust line give way to “her” extreme hourglass
shaped torso.
“I am sure that you are saying to yourself, Where
are that pants to my tuxedo, Norman?
Well, Sweetums all I can say is that there aren’t any. This costume comes with those heavy flesh
colored tights and fish net stockings.
Of course these items have been designed so that you anal pussy will
always be ready and hungry to be fucked.
These thigh high lace up boots and those stockings are the closet things
to leg coverings that your feminized image will be wearing this Halloween
evening. I mean, you are such a love
slut and we will all need access to your hot-to-trot-privates in order for the
Aids fundraiser to be the success that we all want it to be. I can’t believe how many women have signed
up to fuck with you.”
If what “Norman” was saying was true, this
cross-dressing Halloween was even better than Herman had ever imagined thought
Herman to himself. There was no way
that he had ever been able to get any of the woman in his company to do this
for him, and he had definitely offered incentives to the more career minded
females on his staff. On the other
hand, the tall heels on the black platform boots looked wicked and he hadn’t
bargained for that.
Fortunately Herman had long narrow feet or the steep
angle of the boot’s last would have had “Sweetums” standing on her toes. Even so, Sweetums wasn’t even sure that
“she” could get the boots on let alone walk or dance in them. Besides, Norman’s comments about the free
and easy access to “Sweetum’s” privates had “her” confused. Was “she” supposed to be “Norman’s” love
slave or a generally available love slut?
In the right context both alternatives would be a Halloween treat from
Herman’s internal point of view.
After the thigh high boots with the heavy six-inch
heels and half inch platforms were laced up and locked on, “Sweetums” wasn’t
sure what hurt “her” the most. The
balls of Herman’s feet ached from just standing in the bedroom and the strain
on his thighs was already making itself known in a big way. Yet, he was still positive that this was
part and parcel of his dearest fantasy.
All of his ribs constantly screamed for relief, and
his jaw line was throbbing from the pressure of the gag pulling against the
extremely tight grip of the “Rose” mask with its attached ribbed corset collar
and secondary hard plastic posture collar.
At this point in his fantasy, Herman didn’t anticipate that the raw
burning that would begin to occur in his ass as the evening’s activities progressed
would eventually eclipse these realities until the alcohol-laced painkillers
from the current round of drinks fully went online.
“Parthenon Limousine Service?” said “Norman” into
what had been Herman’s cell phone.
“Have you picked up all of the other passengers?…Good….We are ready for
your pick-up at 1269 Hilltop Way….That’s right….We are two tall females and we
will be waiting in the driveway. One of
the females will be riding in the truck of the vehicle….Great….As per our
contract, you will be taking us to Plaza Hall….Good….Just to confirm, you will
be picking-us up at two in the morning from Plaza Hall and bringing us back
here….Great….Yes it is the Exotic/Erotic Aides Fandango and every Drag Queen in
the state is scheduled to attend….I think that the answer to your question will
be obvious when you see our costumes….You are right on that….It sounds to me
like the party has already started in the Limousine….You are right about that
too….I think that we are all going to have a fucking good time this Halloween.”
“Our luxurious transportation to the Fandango will
be here in about twenty minutes, Sweetums,” announced “Norman’s” false
male/female contralto voice. “That will
give me just enough time to download our camcorders to the hard drive for
future reference and get my hand held camcorders ready for the activities at
Plaza Hall. You might want to put your
long black rubber coat on and work your way down to the front door while I do
that.”
Herman truly enjoyed the smell of the floor-length black
rubber coat as he snapped it around his hourglass shape. However, he found that navigating a flight
of stairs in the heavy heeled and hobbling boots in his current tipsy condition
to be a first class nightmare, but he wanted to get to that Exotic/Erotic Aides
Fandango and managed to use the banisters to full avail in getting to the
ground floor of their large house.
Herman Gallegos had been reading all the Internet
hype on the Exotic/Erotic Fandango activity for months and it was considered
the highlight of the social calendar in the transgender communities of the
region. In order to enact his female
masking fantasies and cross-dressing desires, Herman had tried to get Norma to
attend affairs like this one in the past, but she had always managed to detour
his plans while telling him that he was sick for even thinking about going to
an affair like the Exotic Erotic Fandango.
Then again, the way that she had detoured Herman’s propositions was to
cave in and give him a personal masking session in their bedroom.
“Norman” and “Rose Sweetums” stood tall and elegant
in their driveway for a couple of minutes before the long black limousine
pulled up to their location. “Norman”
took this moment during the darkness of the front yard to retest the remote
that fired the voltage from the batteries in “Rose’s huge rubber and silicon
tits into Herman’s privates. “Rose
Sweetums” muffled screams of pain and convulsive gyrations verified what the
battery package could do and that it was fully charged. “Rose” stumbled and grabbed for the maple
tree in the yard or she would have fallen to the ground.
Even in the middle of his recovery from the electric
shock, Herman had worried what “Norman” might say to the last of the
neighborhood’s tricker treaters if they walked by the house, but they must all
have been at their designated parties by this point in the Halloween night as
the constant parade of young hobb-gobblin candy gatherers had ended. “Norman” passed one of his hand-held cameras
to the female limousine driver so that she could take pictures of “Rose
Sweetums” and “Norman” getting both in and out of the limousine.
“You will be riding in the trunk, Sweetums. I want you to be fresh for your duties at
the Fandango. It just wouldn’t do for
the other passengers of our limousine to get to you before we arrive at Plaza
Hall. They are such a horny bunch of
bitches,” said “Norman” as the female limousine driver opened the big trunk of
the long black vehicle and motioned that “Rose Sweetums” climb into it. With some degree of difficulty, “Rose
Sweetums” managed to get into the trunk of the limousine, but it took another
press on the little remote to motivate “Rose’s” full consent.
Except for the ensuing dialogue, the ride to Plaza Hall was relatively uneventful, but “Norman” enjoyed the reality that “Rose Sweetums” was encased in total darkness and wouldn’t be able to figure out a way to sit comfortably in the trunk of the limousine. In fact even through the insulation of the back seat, the happy costumed and masked female limousine passengers could hear that the slightest bump or twist in the road produced a moan of pain-induced pleasure from “Rose Sweetum’s” gagged face. Of course when they were stationary at a signal light, “Norman” just couldn’t resist giving the pain slut in the truck an extra little jolt with the stimulating remote that was now tucked away in the palm of her left hand and under her tight fitting black rubber gloves.
The company limousine had its own small bar and refrigeration. It also had a television, but no one was using it at the moment. However, the large load of masked and costume dressed female passengers made full use of the bar and snack facilities as they conversed and joked their way to the Fandango. “I hope that all of you brought your credit cards and lots of spending cash. Rose Sweetums wants to make sure that this fundraiser is a total success,” proclaimed “Norman” with “his” rich contralto voice.
“Is that really you behind all that make-up and incredible mask, Norma?” asked one of the other revelers.
“Who is Norma and why would you think that I was this Norma person?” quizzed “Norman’s” rich and sonorous contralto voice.
“Whoever he is Billy, he looks spectacular in his Drag Queen outfit and Rose is just too cute,” said the partially naked blonde that was sitting next to “Norman”. From within her disguise, Norma wondered how this woman would mange the rest of the evening in her strappy/skimpy outfit. It was the last day of October and the nights had a definite fall nip in the air.
“Knowing Herman Gallegos as I do, I am sure that he has Norma locked in their master bathroom or something like that,” suggested Billy.
“Norma has really got this plan on track,” announced one of the other female passengers. “I mean that she really has us pretty well organized.”
“How hard can it be to round up your friends so that they can play a trick on your philandering husband?” asked Sarah from behind her wenchy pirate costume.
“Is anybody going to tell me who this Norma person is?” probed “Norman”.
“She is the woman that put all this together and hired you to chaperon her husband for the evening,” declared the short voluptuous brunette that was riding facing backward in the limousine. This brunette was dressed as a PVC-clad fireperson. The only part of her costume that really covered any part of her was her helmet. “What is your name, Honey?”
“Norman Hightower,” answered Norma Gallegos from behind her disguise.
“My name is Jenny Wench and Nurse Billy is sitting on your right. We work for the trunk riding passenger of this group,” declared Jenny.
“Do all of you work for Rose?” asked “Norman’s” sonorous contralto voice.
“I guess that we all work for him, but some of work more with Mrs. Gallegos,” proclaimed the sexy devil that called herself Jill.
“I can’t wait to fuck good old Rose Sweetums straight up the ass,” added yet another one of the joyful group. “I don’t know how Norma puts up with his wondering eyes. He can be such a sexist pig.”
“What makes Rose Sweetums such a sexist pig?” probed “Norman Hightower” with “his” false sounding female voice.
“Girl, there isn’t a woman in this limousine that hasn’t been hit on several times and consistently in a big way by Rose,” offered the red headed French maid that was sitting in the back corner of the limousine. Norma remembered when she had over heard Cally complain to her office mates in the company lunch and break room. She also remembered the dead silence that ensued when her staff realized that she might have overheard Cally’s remarks.
“What makes Mr. Gallegos think that he can get away with that in this day and age?” quizzed “Norman Hightower’s” effeminate voice.
“Well, Norman, from what we have put together, he never makes his moves close to home and he uses a series of female masks and costumes when he is out playing the field,” said the red head as she ruffled and fluffed her satin slips and short satin skirt.
“I hear that he uses those very same female masks on Norma and has her thinking that when he uses them with her that somehow he is staying faithful to her,” declared Nurse Billy.
“Has anyone bothered to tell this Norma person that all this is going on?” asked “Norman”. It felt weird yet good to get this unfettered confirmation of Herman Gallegos sins against her and all females in general. Information of this nature was really all Norma needed to believe that anything that she could send “Rose Sweetum’s” way that might end Herman’s reign of sexual exploitation in their company seemed totally and absolutely justified.
“How do you tell a love smitten wife that her man is a lying, cheating sexist pig?” asked Billy.
“You are just mad, Billy because Sweetums didn’t take you to Las Vegas like he had promised,” suggested Ruby after pouring herself a double scotch.
“That is not true, Ruby. Sweetums has exploited and broken promises with all of us,” declared Billy.
“That is why we all want to fuck Rose Sweetums,” added Jenny. “That is the only thing a truly sexist pig is good for.”
“And my job is to make sure that this happens because…?” probed “Norman”.
“Norma wants this to happen so that we can get the goods on this pig. He is a really smooth operator and she doesn’t want him to have a leg to stand on if he tries to go into court and protest her terms of divorce.”
“And I suppose her terms of divorce means that she will get everything and leave the sexist pig with his female disguise and not much else,” suggested “Norman”.
“You got that right, Honey. I sure wish that I had your tiny waspish waistline,” said another costumed and masked female passenger. Lilly was a really great kid and Norma was trying to get her to go back to college. “You have one incredible body shape. I mean your appearance is truly amazing.”
“With the proper diet and a lot of muscle specific exercises, along with the necessary discipline and motivation, you too could have this figure,” suggested “Norman’s” contralto sounding voice.
“I don’t think that the female body could really achieve the extreme shape that you Drag Queens can produce,” said Lilly with a degree of envy in her voice. Norma couldn’t believe that all of these beautiful women believed that she was a guy impersonating a woman. Her disguise really was complete and authentic.
“You and your slut slave are really the best of the
group, Norman,” commented the female limousine driver as she pulled into the
ostentatious entrance of Plaza Hall.
Norma had come to respect the candid opinions and professional dedication
of Paula Driver. Even Herman had told
Norma that the company limousine driver treated the huge vehicle as if it was
her home. Norma found her inner mind
wondering if Paula Driver lived in the vehicle. It had everything but a toilet and the garage where the vehicle
was stored had that and a shower facility.
“It has been an honor to drive you and all of your guests to this
Fandango. Since you are my last pick-up
until this two A.M. this morning, I can wait here in the parking lot for you if
you so desire.”
On a whim of the moment, “Norman” asked, “I love your long leather coat driver. You seem like my kind of people. Would you like to escort Rose and me into
the ball?”
“Do you think that I could?” probed the female
limousine driver with the sound of disbelief in her voice. “I always wanted to go to something like
this, but I could never afford it.”
“Rose Sweetums would just love to pay for your
ticket and then you can be our photographer too. Besides, Sweetums can be such an undisciplined love slut and you
could help me whip her into shape incase she loses her focus,” proclaimed
“Norman”.
“I’m up for that, Mr. Norman. This is going to be so cool. I promise to get you the best set of videos
and photos ever,” declared the female limousine driver. “Do you think that I could wear your long
leather lined fur instead of my old leather coat once we get inside? It would look great with the gasmask and
rubber hood that keep in the vehicle’s trunk.”
“That is a good and kinky idea, Driver. I like your style. We will check your long leather coat along with Sweetum’s long
rubber one,” said “Norman”. While
Herman had never called Paul Driver by her name, Norma had joked with Paula by
calling her driver, Driver.
“I think that this is as close as I can get to the
Plaza’s red carpeted entrance, Mr. Norman,” announced the limousine driver as
she pulled to the white marble curb and jumped out of the limousine.
“Take this camcorder so you can document our arrival
at the Fandango,” commanded “Norman”.
“This is going to be my best Halloween ever,”
squealed the female limousine driver, Driver.
The courteous and respectful female limousine driver dutifully opened
the Vehicle’s large doors and took photos of each of the costumed and masked
passengers as they left the car. When
she opened the truck of the limousine she took photos of “Rose Sweetums”
painful and very awkward dismount.
“We will wait right here for you while you park the
limousine,” said “Norman Hightower”.
From inside the discomfort of his transforming costume and mask, Herman
wondered why “Norman” was going to all this effort to totally document their
attendance at the Exotic/Erotic Fandango.
Through the eyeholes of his mask he could see that his extremely
feminized image along with “Norman’s” elegant and spectacular one were real
show stoppers and mobs of media and photographers immediately surrounded them
and began an impromptu photo shoot.
The rubber hooded and gasmask wearing female
limousine driver returned quicker than “Norman” had anticipated. Norma figure that she must have run back all
the way to the Plaza Hall’s entrance.
“Norman” and Driver switched coats as they advanced on the spot lighted
and appropriately decorated main entrance to Plaza Hall. At the door, “Norman” showed the camera
permits and paid for the limousine driver’s ticket while the female limousine
driver checked their outer garments.
Once inside the cavernous main ballroom of Plaza
Hall, “Norman” used the electrodes and clips linking the tit stored battery
pack to Herman’s privates to convince “Rose Sweetums” to down another drug
laced drink that would prepare “her” for the love slut booths. These red velvet booths were set up along
the back wall of the Plaza Hall’s second floor gallery. The gallery actually overlooked the main
ballroom and was a favorite place of the participants that came more to see
than be seen.
For a sizable but still affordable minute-by-minute
fee, the slave sluts were to deliver various types of sexual favors to the rest
of the Fandango’s guests. An additional
series of fees provided pictures and or videos of your session or sessions with
“Rose Sweetums”. The profits gained
after all expenses were accounted for went to support aids research and local
relief programs for aids victims and their support systems. “Rose Sweetums” announced specialties were
prolonged; ram hard, back door sex and deep throat oral sex.
“Norman” let it leak that “Rose Sweetums” was
reality a love slut who was actually a CEO of one of the valley’s most sexist
firms and that he had been captured and transformed for an evening of pay back
to the transgender community. The line
of potential suitors at “Sweetum’s” anal fucking part of the booth was long and
constant. The reality that amazed Norma
as she watched “Rose’ take it up the ass time and time again was the number of
sexy and angry women with large strap-on dildoes that couldn’t get enough of
fucking “Rose Sweetums”.
Leather padded stainless steel stocks and leg
spreaders were provided in the booth to keep “Sweetums” in optimum position for
“her” duties. These devices along with
the battery pack and shock system not only kept “Sweetums” properly bent over
and easy to penetrate, they also kept “her” steady when one of “her” dildoe
waving suitors became over exuberant.
In addition, the stocks kept “Roses’” hands from preventing any of the
activities that “her” handlers felt was appropriate.
The stocks also combined with the ribbed neck corset
to keep “Sweetums’” deep throat faculties at the ready. After Sweetums was in her stocks, “Norman” had
removed the anatomically correct penal gag and replaced it with the deep throat
rubber gag. This new gag covered and
padded “Sweetums” teeth and sheathed “her” tongue to maximize her ability to
deliver comfortable and safe oral sex.
From behind her Drag Queen disguise, Norma saw the
Halloween Fandango and Exotic/Erotic Ball as one incredible party. The energy levels in the Plaza Hall various
room and facilities were off of the charts.
Everyone in attendance seemed to be having fun. Nothing on the websites that had advertised
the affair could have prepared Norma for what she was seeing. The variety of costuming and masking was
almost infinite and that variety went from total rubber cover to almost total
skin. The beauty and the variety of the
human body were on full display and everything was in play.
The more Herman moaned from inside of his gagged and
well-masked “Rose Sweetums” costume the more the suitors paid to light up the
slut’s existence. At times he had a
suitor riding atop his back, one up his ass and a third down his throat. This made for a great group shot and photo
opportunity that everyone wanted to have.
The love slut perspired so much while working through the pain of “her”
constant rape, that the need to urinate evaporated even with the constant
application of drug laced drinks via the gag tube. “Rose Sweetums” was positive that “her” toes were bleeding in
“her” boots as the fishnets sawed and sliced away, but by now a warm and
constant drug induced glow had settled upon the love slut.
As the Exotic and erotic fandango wore on, new
reinforcements of costumed and masked revelers arrived at Plaza Hall and made
their way to the booths in the gallery to enjoy their Halloween treats and pass
out their Halloween tricks. Each new
participant became a vote in the contest for the most cooperative and sexist
love slave. As two in the morning
rolled around it was clear that “Rose Sweetums” was among the top earners for
the fundraising part of the Fandango.
When the booths were finally closed, and “Sweetums”
had been invited to an after hours party where “she” could continue to serve
the community, “Norman” drew in close to the left ear of “Rose Sweetums’”
marvelous latex mask and said, “I hadn’t counted on you winning the overall
Fandango sweepstakes for being the sexiest and most cooperative love slave,
Sweetums. I would be very proud of that
if I were you, Sweetums because that maybe the last money that you will be
earning for a while. An extra five
thousand has been pledged to the Aids Foundation once we unmask the fuck of the
ball for the benefit of all your friends and fans in Youtube TV land. Of course
since Norma planned this Halloween adventure for you, that prize is all hers
and I am sure that she knows just what she is going to do with it.”
Later as the female limousine driver helped Norman”
release “Rose Sweetums” from the stocks and prepared “her” for transport,
“Norman” said, “your wife Norma just called me on your phone again,
Sweetums. She seems very happy at the
party she went to. In fact, Norma told
me to tell you that since you like Halloween mysteries so much, she has no
intention of sharing the knowledge or benefits of her prizes with you. I know that you aren’t asking me, but I
don’t think that you deserve them anyway.
I guess that after all is said and done, you really do have the heart of
a nymphomaniac slut, Sweetums and you may have to remain in this condition for
sometime. Unlike your loving wife, I
don’t have the heart to separate you from your female masked fantasies.”
From within his mask, Herman tried to figure out
what was being told to him, but he could only moan out of exhaustion.
“How did we do for the evening, Norman,” asked the
female limousine driver after all the passengers had climbed into the limousine
and “Rose Sweetums” was locked in the trunk.
“After all of our expenses for costumes masks, gear
for the booth and rubbers, as well as the limousine costs and tips, we made
better that five thousand dollars for the Aids Foundation, Miss Driver. One of the Fandango’s corporate sponsors
told me that there would be an additional cash bonus for me when I unmask or I
unmask Sweetums,” added “Norman’s” rich contralto voice.
“You worked very hard, Mr. Norman. I am happy that the evening was a success
for you,” added the thoughtful female limousine driver.
“Make sure that I get your card, Miss Driver. I maybe needing your service later.”
“I will stay with you as long as I can be of
service, Mr. Norman,” responded the female limousine driver.
From within his disguise, Herman was all but
oblivious to “Norman’s” latest confessions.
Herman wasn’t sure if this was still part of his Halloween fantasy or if
Halloween had passed a couple weeks back.
It seemed to him that he had been “Rose Sweetums” forever and now he was
doomed to stay as “Rose” for some indeterminate period. It seemed like he was part of an out of body
experiment. As much as he still wanted
to see how this Halloween fantasy concluded, Herman just could not stay awake
any longer as the smooth riding limousine made its way across the valley to the
after hours party. Unfortunately, some
of “Rose’s” new handlers saw to it that “she” got the stimulants “she” needed
to put “her” back in service.
Finally, in the wee small hours of All Saint’s Day
the female limousine driver helped “Norman” haul “Rose Sweetums” dead weight
carcass into the sleazy motel room that Norma planned to use as the setting for
the final tricks in her Halloween plans.
When Herman returned to consciousness on November,
First, he couldn’t feel his hands. His
could see that his fingers had long red fingernails, but it was like his hands
were glued to another person’s body.
Slowly but surely some of the Halloween festivities became part of his short-term
recollections. Herman eased his foreign
feeling arms to where the insensitive fingers could touch his face. He was sure that he was touching the surface
of his face, but he couldn’t feel his face and he then realized that he seemed
to have firm yet fluid feeling pillows stuck to his chest and butt.
Herman’s ribs howled for release and his thighs and
feet felt like they were being stabbed with thousands of red-hot pins. His head was about to explode and his neck
felt paralyzed. Because of the heavy
rubber penis gag, all “Rose Sweetums” could do was make what “Norman” had
called “her” pleasure moan. A very
young yet mustached, skin headed Goth style pasty-faced male with an incredibly
feminized wet-dream torso seemed to cuddling with him in the same bed while an
intent and focused rubber coat-clad/gas masked wearing creature was taking
video of them. Was “Rose Sweetums” in
bed with one of those she/males that “she” had seen on the porn sites?
“Are we awake already, Sweetums? Are we feeling a little confused?” asked
“Norman’s false sound female voice.
“Well every Halloween has its tricks and Youtube is waiting for our
ultimate and intimate fucking scene. I
think it is time for me to use my black rubber gloved hands to play with your
boy toy again for a while. Maybe we
should shove your feeder tube into it and have you suck off your own need. Do you think that you could get a shot of
Rose doing that, Driver?”
“It will be my pleasure to do that for you, Mr.
Hightower,” responded the faithful and obedient female limousine driver.
“I want you to have “Sweetum’s” rubber coat for your
car sessions, Driver. There will be
some cash money in the pockets that is yours as well.”
“Thanks Mr. Hightower. This has been the best ever Halloween for me,” said Paula Driver.
“You should consider a career in making
documentaries. You are really good at
it,” suggested Norma from behind her wonderful total disguise.
That idea about sucking his own juices through the
feeder tube was a thought that got Herman’s attention. Once again, to Herman’s way of thinking,
there was no way that Norma could have planned a trick like that. Oh my God, that she/male and her assistant
were actually hooking me up to that feeder tube! I can’t be doing this, thought Herman from deep within his “Rose
Sweetums” love slut impersonation. A
jolt from the tit-loaded batteries instantly compelled Herman to load the
feeder tube.
“I don’t want to be seen with a soft lover and
inattentive lover, Rose. I have my own
reputation to protect. On the other
hand, you ride a dildoe better than anyone that I know and I think that you
should lose your female mask once I am up your ass. That should give your Youtube fans a big laugh,” declared the
effeminate young man with the black haired buzz cut as “he” reach deep into his
panties for the keys that locked on his “Emerrald” mask, took off the blonde
pageboy wig, unlocked the locks, untied the laces, and carefully removed “his”
highly modified “Emerrald” mask for the benefit of the cameras.
Norma looked intently for some sign of recognition
of her true identity on Herman’s part.
Absolutely no flicker of recognition seemed to be forth coming. For the moment Norma was just thrilled that
Herman didn’t recognize her. On the
other hand, what did that say about what used to be their marriage? She rationalized that while she just made a
little more cash by unmasking, for all intensive purposes, with her heavy
theatrical make-up still in place, Norma was still masked. She further concluded that her theatrical
make-up, hair cut, along with her body altering costume so changed her total
physical appearance, that even without her highly modified “Emerrald” mask, her
underlying, well-designed Gothic Drag Queen disguise was every bit as good as she
thought it would be.
Herman tried to protest this last statement only to
be reminded that the anatomically correct penis gag was still firmly in
place. “You need to drink a little of
this mixture to make sure that you stay cooperative, Sweetums,” effeminately
stated the young Gothic male image while using a hypodermic ampoule and needle
to inject some more drugs into Herman’s feeder tube. Another jolt from the breast battery pack spend more urine and
drugs into Herman’s system. “If you
work at being the love slut that I know you still want to be, maybe we can
delay your unmasking for a while, or we could put it back on after we reveal
your true sexist pig identity to the whole world. I guess that all is up to you, Rose.”
Herman was puzzled.
Maybe all wasn’t lost. If he
worked at being “Rose”, slept with this pasty faced young man and allowed his
ass to be raped his real identity was safe.
In that scenario, Norma would probably leave him unless he could
convince her once again that he just got into a fantasy situation that got out
of control. On the other hand, if
Herman wanted to get back to the way things were before he asked Norma to grant
this latest Halloween fantasy, his cross-dressing identity and fetishes would
be made public and Norma would probably leave him.
“Bye-the-way, Rose, Norma just buzzed me on your
phone and told me that the papers for your divorce are being E-filed as we
speak. She told me to tell you that
your girl friends ratted you out. I
guess that Norma doesn’t trust all that much anymore, but why do we need her,
Sweetums? You have me and Driver too.”
“Thanks for including me in on the fun, Mr.
Hightower,” said the female limousine driver while moving in for a more
explicit and incriminating shot of Sweetums sucking herself off. “Did Norma say anything else?”
“You know that she did do that very thing, Driver,”
continued “Norman Hightower” as “he” strapped on a wicked foot long
double-ended dildoe. “Evidently Norma
didn’t like the video from last night that was sent to your house this morning
by special messenger. I thought that
you and I were outstanding in that video, Rose, but then I guess that there is
really no accounting for taste. Maybe
Norma could tolerate all your womanizing but the man on boy thing disgusts
her. Then again, Norma also said that
after we unmask you for the world, that if you really wanted to stay as ‘Rose’
for a while longer that she could arrange for that as well and that it was
really all right with her and her attorneys.”
“For my money, Rose really seems to enjoy sucking
herself,” noted the talented and persistent female limousine
driver/photographer.
“I think you have that one right on the button,
Driver, but with Rose, everything is always about her and her perverted little
pleasures. I guess you get what you ask
for in the end,” responded Norma from behind her mask. “I just have time for
one more hard ride up Rose’s ass.
“Let me move over to the corner of the bed so I can
get the best angle for the shoot, Mr. Hightower.” Once the driver/videographer was ready, “Norman Hightower” used
his rubber gloved hand to role “Rose” over and remove the massive butt plug
that was shoved up Rose’s anal pussy.
“Rose is such a love slut, Driver. I am really going to love the double ended
action,” said “Norman” as he inserted the awesome dildoe into “Rose’s” anal
pussy. Norman rode, squeezed and pumped
“himself” into what Norma would consider an earth-shattering climax. The magnificent and anatomically correct
double-ended device did everything the Norma could ever have dreamed of and
then some. Sticking it bang-on hard to
the totally unfaithful, and totally feminized sexist pig that moaned under her
powerful rips and thrusts had to be the high point of what had been her
marriage to Herman Gallegos.
When she finally had her fill of sticking it to
“Rose”, Norma’s impersonation of “Norman Hightower” unlocked Rose’s ribbed
corset collar and removed it. As Paula
Driver continued film the action, “Norman” unlocked and stripped off Herman
latex full-head female mask. Once the
gothic “Norman” image had replaced the mask and collar, “he” to rolled back
down onto the rumpled sheets of the heart shaped bed and relaxed. “Rose” was breathing hard on the bed next to
“him”. Norma lay there on the bed and
ran her mental summary tape of all that had happened since Herman had arrived
at their house on the previous Halloween afternoon.
Then it was time to go. The tricks and treats of this Halloween were basically over for
Norma Gallegos for at least another year.
“Have you got everything under control, Driver?”
“All systems are good to go, Mr. Hightower. The money that you have gave me at the
Versatel window should keep Rose and me going in this room for quite a while.”
“Then I will take those camcorder memory drives and
edit them and prepare them for the Youtube upload. You can do whatever you want with the rest of the video chips and
cam cording equipment,” proclaimed the she/male persona of “Norman Hightower”.
“That is a real nice bonus, Mr. Hightower,” said the
female limousine driver and part-time photographer.
“You deserve it, Driver. You can use this remote to keep Rose focused,” said Norman’s
false female voice while “he” reached under the black rubber glove of “his”
left hand, retrieved the little remote and handed it to Paula Driver.
“Would mind if I used Rose Sweetums for a little
recreation and relaxation, Mr. Hightower?”
“Rose is such a love slut, I am sure that she would
want you to do that very thing,” responded “Norman”.
“This Halloween adventure just keeps getting better
and better,” declared the incredibly happy and creative female limousine
driver.
“Great!
Other than that, I think that I am really all done here,” announced
“Norman Hightower” while reaching for the leather lined fur coat and the bags
containing “his” gear. Once the female
limousine driver helped “Norman” to finish packing for “his” exit, “he” stepped
out into the motel’s parking lot, got into the car that Norma had left there
the previous afternoon. After seat
belting her Drag Queen impersonation in the driver seat of her car, Norma drove
off to what had been the Norma and Herman Gallegos’s Home. Since she was technically unmasked, driving
with her normal vision while still in her Drag Queen costume wasn’t a problem
although she had to work at using her platform boots on the foot pedals. With the exception of her make-up, her
leather lined fur coat covered most of her fabulous sequined and rubber costume
anyway.
Taking off the she/male disguise in the master bathroom
of their house wasn’t anywhere near as much fun for Norma as she had when she
put it all on. She would have to wear
her custom fox red wig for a while, but she decided would keep her own hair
buzzed and black for now. Norma found
that she really liked being the Gothic “Norman Hightower” persona. Maybe “Norman” would have some fun and games
with Driver before all was said and done.
On the other hand Norma now knew enough to make sure that she made her
masked requests very carefully.
Meanwhile, back in the run down and sleazy motel
room, that last set of comments between Paula Driver and “Norman Hightower”
made Herman realize that he not only wasn’t in his house and had no idea of
where he was or how he got there, but he had no idea of how to escape from this
trick and treat female masking fantasy.
He also decided that he must still be in his “Rose Sweetums” costume and
mask. That accounted for why he
couldn’t feel his hands or face and why he was sucking on his own juices. Somehow he had not yet registered the
reality that he had been unmasked and remasked by “Norman” for the benefit of
the rolling cameras. In fact the foot
crushing hobbling boots were still on Herman’s legs and feet. He wished that he could figure out who had
been actually lying next to him and turning his dearest female masking
fantasies into the nightmare from hell.
Another theme that kept zigging and zagging through
Herman’s tired and drug befuddled brain was the question of how was this Driver
person connected to this scene and was this Driver person really Norma in
disguise? What is more, how did
attorneys get involved in his Halloween cross-dressing and female masking
fantasies and if Norma wasn’t this Driver person, where was Norma?
His wife had always been a push over for his ploys
and schemes. Why would Norma suggest
that he do a man on boy thing? Then
again, Norma could always anticipate his requests and fantasies even before he
knew what he needed. Was the man on boy
thing something that he should explore? Just who was this Norman Hightower and why had Norma put him in
charge of Herman’s female masking fantasies?
Nothing seemed to make sense or add up to anything besides potentials
for masked disaster. From behind his
feminizing “Rose Sweetums” disguise and costume, Herman was still convinced in
his heart of hearts that if he could just find Norma that she could get to the
bottom of this confused fantasy and straighten out everything.