Halloween Surprise

Let me start off by saying that Halloween is for kids. I would tend to think that most of you adults on this site would have to agree. It is not like I am anti-Halloween or anything, that would be far from the truth. Believe me, I thoroughly enjoy seeing the little ones come to the door dressed in their colorful costumes. Even better when they come to the door escorted by their hot looking moms. Not that I would ever even consider using a kid's costume as a conversation starter just to make way with their moms. There is also the issue of Halloween candy. Strictly for kids. So what I buy about three times more candy than I can possibly give out, even if all the surrounding towns were to bus their children into my neighborhood. Of course I always buy candy I like, not really expecting to have to eat most of it myself. It just happens that way. Really, Halloween is for kids. Period.I have to say that I firmly believed all of the above just a few short years back as summer ended and September led into October. At the time, if you recall, I was recently divorced and living in the city. I was doing fairly well in a managerial position at a small company my boss John had founded. It probably didn't hurt that I was seeing his wife on the side while he was working long hours at the office. It also didn't hurt that I was going out with a hot looking 23-year-old named Joyce. So really, I pretty much had it made. Everything seemed to be going my way until one day at the office someone mentioned those two words I truly dread every fall. Halloween party. My personal belief is that adults usually end up looking foolish enough at office parties without the need for elaborate costumes. Alcohol and general stupidity are usually enough to do the trick.As October progressed, it seemed there was no way I was getting out of this one. John seemed to want me there, since I was management. Something about it looking good to the other employees. Joyce had just started taking night courses at a local community college. She happened to have a class the same night as the party so she wouldn't be able to attend. Debbie would most likely be at the party with John, so visiting her was out of the question. What the heck, I thought. I might as well break down and attend instead of having to hear about what a party pooper I was for the rest of my life.Joyce was nice enough to help me with the choice of costume. She happened to have a cousin or something who was a Catholic priest and was able to get me a priest robe complete with white collar for the evening. I know, who would believe Joyce had relatives who were religious.When the night of the party arrived, Joyce stood around and kidded me about being a priest."So, are you bringing a Bible with you to the party?" She asked, somewhat sarcastically."No, but I was thinking of bringing a collection plate." almanbahis I answered, "But, with my co-workers I wouldn't make much.""Bless me Father for I have sinned," she giggled."Oh, tell me more little girl. Any good ones recently?" I asked."I have been such a bad girl," she explained."Must be the Devil in you," I started, "Perhaps you need to be exorcised."More like exercised, but there was time for that later. In reality it would be late by the time I got back from the party and I would not see Joyce until the following night. After a few more priest jokes we kissed each other goodbye and I made my way out the door.I decided to drive up to the restaurant even though it was only uptown. I was told there was a parking garage at the restaurant. If not, I could always put a sign marked 'Clergy' in my windshield. What cop would give a ticket to a priest? Besides, I really didn't feel like standing on a corner dressed as a priest trying to hail a cab, although this time of year it was not unusual to see just about anything walking around. People in the city looked even freakier than usual. When I got there, I parked the car and went into the restaurant. Quite a nice place actually. John really did it right I thought to myself. A young hostess gave me directions to a banquet room upstairs where the party was being held. She smiled at me when she saw my priest costume. Bless her soul, I thought to myself.Upon entering the room I was surprised at the number of people in attendance. I knew it was going to be more than just the employees at John's company, as invites had gone out to employees of companies John did business with as well. Looking around I saw quite a few attractive women in elaborate costumes. This might not be such a bad thing after all.After saying my hellos to a few people I was able to recognize, I made my way over to the bar and found a seat. I ordered a Guinness and made myself at home. If anyone wants to talk to me they can find me right here, I thought to myself.As the time passed, various co-workers made their way over to the bar and talked for a bit. We all agreed the party was very nice. Even I had to agree with that. Young waitresses dressed in costume bringing around various snacks only served to confirm that opinion.After about an hour a young couple came over to the bar for drinks. I could not help but notice the girl earlier as she was an attractive young thing dressed as a dominatrix. Her date was a guy wearing a dog collar and leash. Even though I was not big on the idea of being paraded around on a leash, when I looked at her I could not help but feel a bit jealous of the poor guy.When the girl stood next to me I started casual conversation."Should I call you Father?" She asked with a smile."Sure." I answered, "I'm sure I'm old enough to be your father."She just laughed. I was thinking almanbahis yeni giriş she could come home with me and she could call me Daddy, but that was another story.A little while later they were back at the bar. Her date seemed a bit tipsy but it didn't seem a problem. After all, how far was he going to go on a leash?"What's your name?" I asked the girl in the dominatrix costume."Mistress Leah," she answered.Mistress Leah. I thought she was taking this dominatrix thing a bit far, but it was cute that she even had chosen the name as well.She pointed out the irony of a priest talking to a dominatrix. I told her that being a priest is not as boring as one would think. As matter of fact, the Vatican recently made a decision allowing priests to kiss the nuns...as long as they don't get in the habit.We talked for a bit and she told me she worked for one of the companies that John dealt with. That explained why I had never seen her before. She also told me that it was a boyfriend who she had on the leash. I pointed out that I had a collar on as well, though apparently it was not the same thing. After a bit more conversation, I found out that they lived downtown as well, not all that far from myself.As the party wore on, I noticed her slave boy boyfriend was getting increasingly drunk. I guess being at the end of a leash held by a hot looking young girl dressed in leather is not all it is cracked up to be. When it started getting late and I sensed the party coming to an end, I offered to give the Mistress and her slave boy a ride home. I had a car and was heading downtown anyway. Besides, it was probably not a good idea for a young girl dressed in leather to try to manage a drunken slave on a subway, even around Halloween. She gladly accepted my offer.After finishing my drink and saying my goodbyes, I led Mistress Leah and her slave boy to my car. Her boyfriend seemed a bit out of it, but conscious. We agreed it was best to drop him off first and then her.We got to his place and I helped the Mistress get him up the stairs. I thought to myself it really was good of me to offer to take them home. I really don't know how they would have managed without me. I couldn't help thinking also that if anyone saw a Catholic priest helping a dominatrix and slave up the stairs any other time of the year they might have thought that a bit unusual. Then again, this is the city.We got back in my car and Mistress Leah gave me directions to her place. It was only a short distance away, so it did not take long. We arrived in front of her place minutes later. When we got there Mistress Leah surprised me with her next question."Would you like to come up for a nightcap?" She asked.I really didn't expect that. Here was an attractive young woman dressed in leather asking me in for a nightcap. I think I made a joke about only drinking almanbahis giriş communion wine and then said yes. How could I refuse a young woman dressed as a dominatrix, even if it was only a costume? After parking the car, I followed her up to her place. Upon entering the apartment, we proceeded into what was basically the main living room. It was nicely decorated and fairly neat. There was another room separated from the main room by a hanging curtain. I assumed this to be the bedroom. I sat down on the sofa and Mistress Leah offered me a glass of wine. In the back of my mind I thought to myself that this girl barely looks old enough to drink, but I wasn't about to ask for ID.Mistress Leah went off to an adjoining kitchen area and soon returned with two glasses of red wine and handed me one before sitting next to me on the sofa. I made some stupid toast about hoping it was better than the communion wine I usually get on Sundays and we proceeded to sip our wine and make small talk. The more we sat and chatted, the more I took notice of the "mistress." I could not help but notice she even had a set of handcuffs attached to her side."What are you staring at?" She inquired."Oh, I just could not help but notice you even have a set of handcuffs," I started, "I guess no dominatrix costume is complete without them."She just giggled at first and then looked at me with a sly grin. She then proceeded to unhook the cuffs and started to play with them."Would you like to try them on?" She asked with a smile."No, that's okay," I replied, "I don't think a priest in handcuffs would look too good."I was trying to think of something equally cute to say in the form of another toast, but as I raised my glass of wine with my right hand, Leah quickly snapped one end of the cuffs on my right wrist."Leah!"As soon as I said that, I instinctively reached with my left hand to try to stop her. No sooner than I did, Mistress Leah snapped the other end of the cuffs around my left wrist."Leah, come on now. The Vatican will hear about this," I said."Oh will they?" she replied with what can only be described as a sinister grin, "And it's Mistress Leah to you.""Okay, Mistress Leah," I started, "Have your fun for a moment."I sat there on the sofa while Mistress Leah watched me. I went to put my glass back down on the table next to the sofa with my right hand, quickly realizing that wherever my right hand went the left was soon to follow. Several minutes passed with me making my periodic pleas for her to unlock the cuffs as I sat on the sofa."Okay, I'll go get the key," she finally said with a sigh, "I'll be right back.""Oh, thank you," I replied somewhat relieved, "These things are starting to dig into my wrists."Mistress Leah then disappeared through the curtain that no doubt separated the bedroom from the living area. After what seemed like a long eternity, she returned. What was in her hand was not the key to the handcuffs as I had hoped. Instead, she was carrying a long riding crop. I just stared at her for a moment."What's the matter slave boy?" she asked somewhat casually.