I do hope you are enjoying this Halloween Blog Train! As this is my first ride on the Kink or Treat Express, I’m feeling my way, as it were. I have been absolutely LOVING the stories so far, and I am hoping I have crafted a worthy offering here. I do hope you enjoyed Ms. Krista’s witchy adventure, and to follow, I offer you this:

Leather is worth the effort

Stravia sighed as she wriggled into the delicate leather garment. It was exquisite and once she got it on properly, it hugged her like she was born into it, and the effect was unsurpassed by anything else she owned. Getting into the damn thing, though, was a bit of an investment of time, patience, and a delicate touch. Every time Stravia slithered into it, she swore she was going to replace it with something else, and every time she saw the effect once she was in it, all thoughts of replacement melted away. Wasn’t that what the fashion magazines advised? Wear what makes you feel eternally gorgeous! If that was the case, then Stravia was going to be snugging herself into this beauty for a LONG time to come… but right now she just wanted an easier way to get it done. She stayed patient and was grateful that it was always much faster and easier to get out of it than it ever was to get into it. As she finished getting ready, Stravia was nearly giddy with anticipation for the evening. Fit, check. Hair, check. Nails, shoes, bag… check, check, CHECK!

Tonight was special, though, and SO worth the effort. It was Halloween, Stravia’s favorite night of the year. Ghosts and ghouls and spirits and things that go bump in the night were said to roam about freely, and the general merriment and sense of abandonment people felt when pretending to be someone, or something, they were not was just too tempting to miss. Stravia was WELL aware of how she looked when she stepped onto the street. A barely-there hot-pink PVC Italian leather skirt that stopped short enough that even though it was Halloween, anyone looking might think they could see Christmas. That micro-delight was paired with a tiny, matching bandeau top that would keep her from getting arrested, but it wouldn’t do much else if even a tiny chill set in. Stravia admired the effect as she pulled on her tallest over-the-knee leather boots. And to set it all off, a HUGE, gorgeous set of jet-black wings. They arched well over a foot above Stravia’s head, and came to a pair of delicate points just a few inches above the ground. The whole look was absolutely savage, and Stravia was certain she was going to have a great night out.

FemDom finds admirers

It didn’t take her very long at all to encounter a roaming pair of boisterous young males in their early 20s, one dressed as discount Elvis, the other in a bedsheet poorly fashioned into a toga. She looked both of them over carefully. They were tall and handsome, but Stravia didn’t give one flying fuck about that. She had an agenda, and those things weren’t on it. These two were already too drunk on booze they were only recently old enough to buy themselves, which made them too loud, too proud, and much, Much, MUCH too horny for their own good. Stravia could smell the sexual tension rolling off of them. Perfect. Young, dumb, and full of cum, as they say, the Alpha Bro Club was ALWAYS on the prowl. They were constantly struggling to prove their manhood to one another by fumbling through sexual conquest, and therefore they never failed to provide the very best opportunities.

Stravia followed them down a side street past another small club, taking note of the way they tried to talk their way past security without showing ID before continuing on their way. Nevermind that all Stravia ever needed to do was smile and the velvet rope melted away as she was waved in with an appreciative gaze. That happened a lot when she used her natural Glamour to get what she wanted from people. It worked just like magic, and she counted on it to get her what she wanted tonight. Happily, the men were about to notice her, so she wouldn’t have to deal with an unwanted audience tonight.

At the darkest part of the street, Stravia made a noise JUST loud enough to catch the attention of the drunk young men right as they started to complain about not being able to find a place to party. They turned toward her, and the moment they saw her dark figure, they smiled at each other hopefully and approached her together. Stravia smiled inwardly and hailed them over, “Hello, fellas. Having a good night?” The men elbowed each other, thinking they were being smooth and smiling like the drunken fools they were. They took in her long, slender legs, the curve of her hips and her long, silky hair and smooth, flawless skin, and were instantly captivated and enthralled by her. They shared the feeling that they wouldn’t be able to look away from this stunning beauty if they wanted to.

The guys think they’re winning.

“I’m Tom,” said Elvis, then motioning to Caesar. “And this is Ed”. “We’re out looking for some lucky lady to party with,” said Caesar. “You look like you could be our lucky winner.” He elbowed his friend Elvis again, giggling at his own cleverness. Stravia smiled to herself. This was too easy, even for city life.

“Yeah,” she asked? “I like to party, and you two seem like you’re exactly what I need.”

“Nice costume,” said Elvis. “I bet it would look GREAT off of you.” He turned to share a giggle with Caesar who was now feeling confident he was FINALLY going to get to fuck a straight up 10, not one of those mid-level college girls who lived in sweat pants and paled in comparison to this dark angel.

“Oh, this?”, said Stravia, indicating her micro-outfit and Hollywood-quality wings. She laughed. “This isn’t a costume. This is just what I wear to the office to conduct important business.”

The guys laughed. “That’s really funny. What sort of office do you work in? We DEFINITELY want to apply!” As they dissolved into drunken laughter, Stravia mentally sharpened her claws.

“That’s funny,” she said. “I’m in Acquisitions and Collections.” Then she dropped her voice to a warm, sultry tone and nearly purred as she inquired, “Are either or both of you interested in being acquired or collected? You both have strong, dense sexual energy coming off of you, and I do believe I have an opening you’d both love. I’m sure you’d both be a great fit.”

“BOTH!! She said BOTH!”! THAT caught their full attention as Caesar and Elvis looked at each other with wide eyes barely able to contain themselves. The pair couldn’t believe what they were hearing. They thought they were maintaining a smooth outward appearance, but horny as they were, they were visibly bouncing with joy and anticipation. Elvis spoke again, now feeling downright cocky. “Yeah, I think we could both be convinced to be acquired and collected, provided you’re offering full benefits and total access,” he turned and bumped knuckles with Caesar as Stravia’s mouth began to water thinking of the fun she was about to have.

Stravia stepped back, waved her hand, and a quick, confusing flash of light seemed to bolt from her hand and disappear. Before either of the guys could ask a question, Stravia reached out and opened a door that neither of them had noticed before, but then it WAS awfully dark out, and now there seemed to be a really thick fog rolling in unexpectedly. “Come on in, gentlemen,” said Stravia, indicating the door she had just opened. The pair rushed through immediately, bumping knuckles and arguing about who was going to “go first”. Stravia rolled her eyes and followed them through the doorway. Once through, she looked at them and smiled her sexiest smile as they nudged elbows. “Welcome to my little hole in the wall,” she said. “You two are quite a treat. I can SMELL the sexual energy radiating off of both of you. I certainly hope you’re not going to disappoint me.”

As the two young men pledged to give their all, Stravia assured them that she knew they would, indeed. She produced a rather thick, definitely old, extremely complex looking book.. As she opened it, she explained, “Before we get to the fun part, I will need you both to sign this. Not to worry. It’s so I can,” she looked at them seductively and made air quotes with her fingers, saying, ‘collect and acquire you both’ without you blabbing and ruining my reputation.” With that she smiled seductively again and licked her ruby red lips. Elvis grabbed the pen and signed immediately saying, “Yeah. I know what an NDA is. I had to sign one when I started my new corporate job.” He puffed his chest up as he said it, reaching for Stravia’s waist. She sidestepped him neatly and handed Caesar the pen. She watched him sign as she took Elvis’s hand and pricked his thumb, drawing one, tiny bead of his vital essence from his skin. She used it to make a mark next to his name and repeated the same with Caesar. Before they could even complain to her about it, she had closed the book and tucked it away… where?

Elvis started looking around for the bed, or sofa…, or chair? He just now noticed there was nothing here. No furniture, no windows, not even the door they came in through. Elvis thought it must be the alcohol and horniness making it hard to think clearly, and he lost all interest in such things as he looked over and saw Caesar getting close to Stravia. No way was he playing second fiddle to a guy in a dirty sheet, and he hurried over to them, where they were… on the sofa? Elvis blinked and focused on Stravia who was running her fingers through Ed’s hair saying, “Okay, fellas. You’ve been officially collected and acquired, and due to a little help from this business suit, your horny asses are going to supply me with sexual energy for a VERY long time! Thank you both for giving me what I need. Now, let’s get you out of those ridiculous costumes.”

As the young men stripped they started to look around in earnest, wondering what this place actually was. When they were fully naked, Stravia stood in front of them and unhooked part of that teeny little skirt she had on and bent over just a bit. Both of their hard cocks sprang to life, bobbing up and down. Stravia actually laughed and said, “just checking!”

At that point Tom was getting impatient for his “turn” and said to Stravia, “So are you going to take off YOUR costume now or what?” He immediately regretted speaking because no amount of advance warning could possibly have prepared him for what came next.

Stravia smirked and stretched out on the sofa, pulling herself to her full length. The guys were eagerly watching her limber out and reach her long legs toward them in a full body stretch. The pair of them were transfixed by the sight until her smooth, lithe body started to… What the fuck? Was she COLLAPSING?.

As she slithered back out of her bespoke human suit, she let her horns become visible, her fiery red eyes glowed eerily, and she smoothed over her deep black mass of a body with her clawed hands. Stravia couldn’t help but mentally note that it really was SO MUCH faster and easier getting out of that suit than it ever was getting into the damned thing. She looked at the two men, now huddled together, and staring wide-eyed at her. She smiled her broad, succubus smile at the terrified pair and rasped at them unfurling her massive wings to their full span, “Oh, no,” her voice rumbled through the space. “As I said, you’ve both been collected and acquired. Signed and sealed. MINE. And for the last time” she said, indicating the suit, “this is office wear. It’s NOT a costume.”

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I certainly hope you’ve enjoyed my virgin foray into the Halloween Blog Train. Up next is Miss Stephanie with some enticing treats. Enjoy!

Your benevolently malevolent Dream Domme,

Mistress Hadley