Halloween Dress-up

“What are you wearing to Melanie’s party, Genevieve?” came her friend’s voice from the bathroom.

Genevieve shrugged. But Natalie was asking a more than fair question. This Melanie in question – she was a real extra girl. Every single party, every single event she put on – it lived up to expectations and more. As a result, guests made a conscious effort to show their best style.

“Haven’t really figured it out yet. What was the theme again?”

“Well, Melanie said it’s Game Show themed with a twist, whatever the hell that means. She also said wear whatever.” Natalie shrugged. “Well, she didn’t say wear whatever. She said what you wear might not even matter.”

Genevieve frowned. “What the hell could that mean?”

“Beats me!”

“Well. What about you? What are you wearing?”

“This!” Natalie walked out of the bathroom to reveal an absolutely stunning policewoman costume.

This was no realistic uniform: her entire stomach was exposed. She wore netted fishnets made from a fine lacy material. The bottom was a navy blue, pleated that had a white trim along the bottom. Golden buttons held it into place around her sumptuous waist. The top was front-tie knotted crop top in the same color and same trim. The words POLICE was stitched alongside her right breast and a faux police badged was pinned to her left. She wore a badged police hat but that accessory was hardly remarkable compared to the realistic-looking handcuffs that were clipped to her skirt.

“Wow, Natalie. You look so sexy!” Genevieve couldn’t help smiling. Natalie’s wonderful figure, complimented with gorgeous, grapefruit sized breasts, looked marvelous in this costume. She wouldn’t mind getting arrested if every cop looked like that!

“Thanks!” Natalie frowned. “The party’s in two hours. You really don’t have a costume ready?”

“Well, I figured the old bedsheet and two holes would do the trick.” Truthfully, Genevieve had never dressed up proper for Halloween. She may be a beautiful brunette with soft skin, full breasts, and a remarkable butt, but she’s always taken the conservative route with costumes. Big pumpkin costume. Simple ghost. Going as “herself” – she’s done all the “lame” cliche options before.

“Oh, cmon Genny! You can’t possible show up to a Melanie production in a damn bedsheet. Show yourself off! It’s Halloween – no one will judge.”

“You know, you’re right. But as you said, the party is in two hours.” Genevieve shrugged. “Guess the old bedsheet it is.”

Natalie puckered her lips and waved her hand. “Well, if you are open to it, I’ve another costume that should fit you. I was deciding between it and this.” She hunched her shoulders. “Of course, if you’re too chicken.”

“Hey! Who you calling chicken? I’m open to it. What’s the costume?”

“Oh, no no.” Natalie shook her head. “You either say yes or no. If I tell you, you might chicken out.”

“Give me a hint.”

“Fine. See this Sexy, Delicious Cop Costume. It’s kinda the opposite,” said Natalie. She put extra emphasis on the word Sexy.

Genevieve mulled Natalie’s offer over. The opposite? Must be a more traditional cop costume. She suppressed a giggle. It would be fun to wear something authoritative to Melanie’s party. That might even qualify for Melanie’s standard of effort.

“Alright, deal. Where’s the costume.” She winked. “I think I know what it is.”

“Very well, Miss Sherlock.” Natalie pointed to the bathroom. “I literally almost wore it so it’s in the bathroom. Hope it fits – make sure you wear every part of the costume. It wasn’t cheap!”

Genevieve nodded. That made sense. A realistic cop costume ought to be more expensive than a skimpy one – it’s got more fuss to it! She followed Natalie’s ostentatious gesture to enter the bathroom and the door behind her.

“Don’t come out until its on! I’m trusting you!”

“Okay, okay!” Genevieve eyed the burlap sack at the end of the sink. Huh, she thought. It’s a lot smaller of a sack for a fully fledged police costume. Remaining optimistic, she started to extract the garments from the bag.

To her surprising, the garments were all orange. It had tons of pieces and accessories, and upon pulling everything out, she realized she wasn’t going to be dressing as a cop, nor her subsequent guess which was a pumpkin, but … a prisoner!

Oh my gosh, this is so scandalous, Genevieve thought. She’d never expect to dress up as a prisoner, much less a sexy one.

“Uh,” she said loudly.

“You made a promise!” yelled Natalie back. She giggled loud enough to hear her from across the door. “I need my counterpart prisoner! We’ll make a great pair.”

Genevieve picked up the first garment that appeared to be a pair of panties. More specifically, it was a prison-orange G-string thong where the only real fabric, which would cover her crotch, had the numbers 69420 stamped on it in a black, stenciled font.

What could that mean? she wondered. Regardless, Genevieve sucked in air (and also courage), and stripped down to her birthday suit so she could change into Natalie’s lent costume. You got this, Genny, she told herself.

She slipped on the thong. Surprisingly, the material felt soft and cooling to her crotch. She studied the garments. Next was … two pasties. Hmm, I could skip those, thought Genevieve.

“Where everything, remember!” reminded Natalie as if she could hear Genevieve’s internal thoughts. “You promised.”

Fine, Genevieve resolved to herself. She wondered if Natalie too had pasties underneath her sexy cop’s top. Both pasties were orange stickers that were connected by a thin and silvery chain. Thankfully, the chain was long, so Genevieve would be able to stick the pasties onto her breasts and still wear the costume over it, tucking the chain into her cleavage or so.

Without further ado, Genevieve put on the pasties. They, too, had a soft and wonderful feeling. The pastie on her left breast had the same number imprinted on it: 69420, repeated in a circle around the periphery. The other had the words “INMATE” in the same style. Wow, sexy, Genevieve thought.

Next was the shorts. They were incredibly short and made from a spandex material in the same color. Without examining it too closely, Genevieve slipped them on and pulled them tightly around her crotch. While they felt amazing, she couldn’t help by feel embarrassed by what was stamped across her ass in big, athletic font letters: “GUILTY”. Wow, what happened to innocent until proven guilty, she thought. But she then shrugged and giggled: I guess I’m already a convicted felon.

The final piece was the top. She slipped it on. It wonderfully hugged her breasts and hid the pasties well (save the bit where the metal was attached which gave off a different impression that her tits were showing. On the right breast was the word INMATE and on the left was the same number. Meanwhile, on the back, in the same size as GUILTY was on her ass, was the 69420 number stenciled in black font.

Well, I look sexy alright, maybe too sexy, thought Genevieve. She took another breath of confidence, brought her hands to her side, and proceeded to exit the room. As soon as she opened the door, Natalia was a meters distance away with a DSLR Photo Camera.

*Click* She took a picture.

“Hey! Who said you can photograph me like this!” protested Genevieve.

Natalie snickered. “I gotta take your mugshot! Don’t forget you’re in my prison!” Natalie frowned. “Wait, where’s the rest.”

“What do you mean?”

“The accessories. Didn’t you see the second bag under the sink?”

Accessories? What could possible be those. “No. I can check it out though.”

“Please do! I’ll wait outside,” said Natalie with a cunning smile.

Moments before Genevieve closed the bathroom door, she peeked outside and asked, “Hey, what’s with the numbers all over the costume.”

Natalie laughed. “Seriously Genny? Or should I say, seriously Inmate 69420. That’s your prisoner number.”

“Oooooooooooh.” Genevieve felt stupid. Clearly, she was a good girl and never had gone to jail before.

Genevieve found the bag that Natalie had been referencing. Before she could even pull on the draw string, she heard another shout of encouragement.

“Wear all of it! You look great, you’ll rock it!”

All of it? thought Genevieve. How many accessories could there be? When she opened the bag, she gasped at the contents: tons of metal.

“I’d save the chains for last!” came another shout. “Trust me, it’ll make the rest a whole lot easier.”

Genevieve, completely out of her comfort zone, pulled out the first accessory. It was a massive placard with a foam backing and little letters you could push in to create a custom message. The placard had a chain connected to the left and right ends of it: comfortably long enough to hang around somebody’s neck so that the sign could rest around their stomach.

The sign read:

INMATE 69420

CRIME: PUBLIC MASTURBATION

PUNISHMENT: SPENDS HALLOWEEN IN PRISON

Finally at the bottom:

IF FOUND UNHANDCUFFED, RESTRAIN AND PUNISH ACCORDINGLY

Genevieve gulped and hung the sign around her neck. It rested comfortably on her stomach and was easily the most embarrassing thing she’s ever broadcasted. This is a really elaborate costume alright, she thought.

Chains aside, next accessory out of the bag was a standalone orange leg garter with the words INMATE stamped alongside it. Well, this is the most tame accessory, Genevieve thought to herself. Without hesitance, she clipped it onto her left leg at random.

Next were orange prison slippers that were made of a rather comfortable rubber. Neat, she thought, and slipped them on her feet. They were plain orange – no words or numbers on them.

Finally was an object that made Genevieve gulp. Her exposure to BDSM related things was nascent, but she knew what this was called: a bit gag. The text: INMATE 69420 was stamped across the gag such that anybody could read it if it was positioned correctly in her mouth. I can’t wear this, it’s too embarrassing, Genevieve thought. To her luck, Natalie called out at the right time.

“Oh, don’t worry about the gag! Even I think that’s a little too crazy.”

Thanks goodness, thought Genevieve. She eyed the chains. I guess it’s time for these, she thought. She applied the leg irons first, which had a longer chain to permit a hobbled walk. Next came the handcuffs, which she cuffed around her left wrist but not her right.

Before walking out, Genevieve admired herself in the mirror. Wow, you go girl, she thought. This was by far the most sexy outfit she’s ever worn, not to mention the most embarrassing. She seeped in a deep breath and proceeded to the door. Upon opening, she was greeted with another flash from Natalie’s DSLR camera.

“Now *that* is what I call a mugshot,” said Natalie. “You look wonderful!”

“Thanks Natalie.”

“Nuh, uh uh. No more ‘Natalia’. It’s Officer Natalie now.”

Genevieve smiled. Natalie, always one for melodrama!

Suddenly, Natalie put a finger in the air. “Hold up. I think we’ve an infraction Ms. Prisoner.”

Genevieve raised her eyebrows. “I’m sorry? An infraction.”

Natalie tapped her chin. She bit her lip. “Yes. You see, you are in uniform outside of one specific detail. If I say so, a *punishable* offense.”

Ah, so Natalie wants to do some roleplay – I’ll play along, thought Genevieve. “But officer! You say I didn’t have to wear the gag.”

“It’s not the gag,” responded Natalie. That made Genevieve raise her eyebrows. Natalie purred. “It’s the garter. It’s clearly made for your right leg, not your left.”

The garter! How was she supposed to know that, thought Genevieve. Regardless, Natalie’s frown was persistent. Her friend of ten-plus years tapped her cheek.

“Now obviously fixing this infraction is easy,” Natalie purred, “But I expect my prisoners to have discipline, and letting you off without a punishment will not send the correct message. Do you agree?”

Genevieve smirked. Natalie was great at getting into character, she thought. She figured she’ll play along too. “Yes, Officer Natalie.”

“Well then. It’s a good thing I have this!” Natalie pulled a paddle out of nowhere. It was wide and eight inches long. The material was black but across the paddle were the words “LAW & ORDER” stamped onto it.

Genevieve immediately blushed. She had never done something like this before. “Um … okay officer.” That response made Natalie grin like a fool.

“Well then. I ought to get situated.” Natalie abruptly cackled. “Sorry, sorry. *You* ought to get situated. Please put your hands on the wall and stick your cute butt out.”

Genevieve wasn’t sure what to do. On what one hand, this was a fun roleplay even if she was the one in the truly compromising position. On the other hand, she wasn’t sure if it was too fun of a roleplay: her orange uniform’s shorts were starting to get moist down there … particularly around her crotch. Am I … aroused by this?, Genevieve wondered.

After a quiet breath, Genevieve assumed the position. She placed her palms against the wall. She leaned her buttocks out as Natalie had asked. Because of the angle, her mugshot sign was no longer against her stomach and rather handing midair from her neck.

Without warning, the corporal punishment began. *WHAP*

“Ouch!” cried Genevieve.

“Oh, no no. If you make a sound, the spanking doesn’t count.”

“Since when was that a rule!”

Natalie laughed. “Since now!” *WHAP*

This time, Genevieve kept herself quiet, but the spanking *did* hurt. *WHAP* Natalie was hitting so hard that her mugshot sign vibrated with each spanking. *WHAP* Wow, Natalie *is* truly teaching me a lesson, Genevieve thought. *WHAP* How many spankings left? she wondered.

*WHAP* Instinctually, Genevieve wanted to rub away the pain with her hand. She let go of the wall briefly to do so, but her hand was swatted away by Natalie.

“Ahem! That’s not the position, miss.” Natalie chirped while shaking her head. “Looks like someone is under restrained.” *Cluck-Cluck* Natalie closed the other end of her handcuff around her loose wrists. “That’s better.”

“But-”

“No buts, my prisoner. Take your punishment in silence. That’s an order.”

Wow. If Natalie was *trying* to turn her own, she was doing a spectacular job. Genevieve had never felt this way before, much less for a fellow woman.

*WHAP* This time, Genevieve couldn’t even try to rub her butt because of the handcuffs. *WHAP* The spankings were either hitting harder, her butt was sore, or both. *WHAP* Genevieve couldn’t take it anymore.

This time, her voice failed to restrain a feeble: “Ow.”

“Oh, what was that?” Natalie sneered.

“Nothing.”

*WHAP*

“Oww,” she said again.

This time Natalie smiled. “Ten spankings to go but looks like we can’t trust you with keeping your mouth shut. If only there was a solution.” She tapped her cheek. “Aha! There is.”

No! thought Genevieve. “Natalie, no! Not the-” But she couldn’t even finish her statement: Natalie had slipped on the bit gag with the prisoner number facing outwards. Genevieve was perfectly gagged.

“Umph,” was all she could sound.

*WHAP* *WHAP* *WHAP* *WHAP* *WHAP* *WHAP* *WHAP* *WHAP* *WHAP*

As much as Genevieve wanted to yelp, the gag prevented her from doing so. But for every droplet of pain in her system, a glob of pleasure was released. She’s never felt so alive before. Hell, maybe I should commit a crime and go to jail if it’s like this, she humorously thought to herself.

“Last one, Inmate,” teased Natalie. “Let’s make it count.”

*WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP* That spanking truly stung, but a small part of Genevieve was sad the punishment was over. Did I really enjoy that, that much,

she wondered?

“Let’s now get this garter on the right leg,” said Natalie. She unclipped the garter and attached it slightly higher on Genevieve’s right leg. In doing so, she briefly brushed against Genevieve’s crotch and gasped. “Genny! I mean … Prisoner! Are you wet down there?”

The answer was a resounding yes. But Genevieve was gagged and couldn’t respond anyways.

Natalie made a clucking sound with her mouth and shook her head. “Well, well, well, I’d be damned. Masturbation in my prison is also not allowed.” She rubbed her hands together mischievously. “Should I invest in a chastity belt?”

“Mhhmmm!” Genevieve roared into her gag, but alas, all that came out was gibberish.

“No, it’ll take much too long to get here.” Natalie tapped her cheek. “And we need to do something about this now, don’t you think?”

Genevieve never expected herself to do so, but she found herself vigorously nodding. That made a smile snake through Natalie’s mouth.

“I might know just the thing,” said Natalie, kissing Genevieve’s cheek. Now *that* made her truly blush.

Genevieve waited patiently with a soar ass, handcuffed hands, and a gagged mouth. She caught a glance at herself in the mirror. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. The GUILTY stamped on her ass couldn’t have been more accurate. She’d never felt more compromised yet also alive. She wondered wear on *earth* Natalie got all this stuff.

Natalie returned, and Genevieve’s eyes instantly went wide. While her top was the same, Natalie had removed her skirt and revealed a matching bikini-cut panty. Along her own ass were the words “POLICE” arced in a similar athletic font. But that was hardly the notable change: on top of her bikini-bottom, Natalie wore a strap-on dildo, with the color nearly matching her costume’s blue. The dildo was at least six or seven inches long, and she’d taken the liberty of cuffing one end of her handcuffs to the dildo’s base.

“Looks like we’ll have to deal with your wetness the old fashioned way,” said Natalie with a wink. She approached Genevieve and unbuckled her gag. Before Genevieve could say a word, she kissed her. Natalie’s tongue invaded Genevieve’s mouth, and Genevieve’s tongue invaded back.

The sensation felt orgasmic. Genevieve managed to lift her handcuffs hands and place them behind Natalie’s back so she could kiss Natalie closer. The strap-on, meanwhile, rested comfortably against Genevieve’s crotch. They kissed for seconds, which turned to minutes.

“Never knew you fancied me?” said Natalie flirtatiously.

“You had to teach me a lesson to show me the truth,” giggled Genevieve back. She kissed Natalie again, and then pulled back to add, “Perhaps being your prisoner isn’t not so much a punishment after all.”

“Oh we’ll see about that,” said Natalie. She ducked her head under Genevieve’s handcuffed hands.

She then produced a key and unlocked Genevieve’s wrists from each other. In replacement, she cuffed Genevieve’s right wrist to the cuff dangling from the base of her strap-on. Then, she pulled Genevieve’s head closer to the tip of her dildo, and said, “I think my prison’s gonna institute chores for the prisoners. The first is keeping this dildo nice and moist.”

“At your command, officer,” replied Genevieve with a giggle. She took the dildo in her mouth and started sucking and slurping. *Slrp* *Slrp* *Slrp* She’d never had a dildo in her mouth, much less played with one before, but something about this felt so right to her.

“Such harder inmate.” Natalie teased, “Show me effort that I could put in your report.”

*Slrp* *Slrp* *Slrp* *Slrp* Genevieve kept going. *Slrp* *Slrp* *Slrp* Finally, Natalie forced Genevieve’s head from the dildo, un-handcuffed her wrist, and smiled.

“I think it’s time we put your hard work to use,” she said. “But first, some safety.”

Genevieve wasn’t sure if she meant applying a condom, which didn’t make much sense to her, but instead, Natalie was referring to her free hands. Before long, Genevieve found her hands hoisted behind her back and cuffed together. She felt *incredibly* vulnerable.