He Went Home with the Wrong Woman on Halloween 3: Three Woman, One Mistake

This story came to us just last year, right after Halloween. Duckie, always sharp, noticed the pattern immediately: another man went home with the wrong woman. Well, in this case, it was three dominant women.

He met them at a Halloween party and brought them back to his apartment, expecting a wild night of fun. And while they certainly did have their fun, it wasn’t quite what he had in mind. Once he was bound and helpless in his own apartment, the women took turns on him—but not just in the way you’d expect. No, their motives were far more sinister, and let’s just say they weren’t there purely for pleasure.

Now, here in it’s entirety, published for the first time, Jerry’s letter:

Dear FemdomU Magazine,

I thought I was just going to enjoy a simple Halloween party dressed as a pirate, but that night turned into an adventure straight out of a movie—only this one was a bit more adult-themed and didn’t end with treasure, unless you count the unforgettable experience as a treasure of its own.

The party was in full swing when I caught the eye of a woman dressed as a very seductive vampiress. Her costume left little to the imagination, and her allure was as potent as the drinks being served. She was handsy right off the bat, her cold, delicate fingers tracing down my chest and sneaking down my pants. Her lips were on my ear, her breath hot as she whispered and nibbled, sending shivers down my spine.

When she asked if I lived nearby, I saw an opportunity I didn’t want to miss. The thrill escalated when she invited two of her friends to join us—both dressed similarly in tantalizing vampiress attire. Within moments, I found myself agreeing to take the party back to my apartment.

Upon arrival, the scene turned from seductive to wildly dominant as the three vampiresses pounced. They stripped me of my pirate garb and secured me to my own bed, tying my wrists and ankles to the bedposts. My initial panic was hushed by a stern command to be quiet as one woman pressed her body against my face, demanding oral attention. I obliged, lost in the intoxicating scent and taste, while another took to pleasuring me with her mouth.

The blindfold came next, a strip of fabric from my drawer, tied tightly over my eyes. Under the cover of darkness, my senses were heightened. The feel of a woman riding me, the sounds of soft moans, and the shifts of weight on the bed were all I had to piece together the erotic tableau unfolding upon me.

Time lost meaning as they took turns, sometimes one on my face while another rode me, sometimes switching places, or disappearing briefly only for fresh moans to guide them back. My body responded on instinct, my arousal undulating with their desires. The cycle of pleasure seemed endless, climax after climax, until I was spent and they, seemingly satisfied, vanished into the night.

Morning light brought reality crashing back. My cleaning lady’s scream was the first clue that the night’s events had taken another turn—the apartment was ransacked, my belongings gone. It dawned on me then; the theft was as orchestrated as the seduction, leaving me bound and blind, a pirate plundered and marooned in his own home.

Looking back, it’s hard not to admire the cunning of those vampiresses, even as I rue the loss. Their touch was as deft as their thievery, making for a Halloween tale that’s both cautionary and wildly titillating.

Yours in bewildered satisfaction,
Jerry