Panties, Heels, and a Dildo: Halloween Control Over My Boyfriend

Dear FemdomU Forum,

Halloween has always been my favorite holiday, but a couple of years ago in college, it became a night I’ll never forget—and neither will my boyfriend, Tariq.

Tariq’s a beautiful guy. He’s got those soft features, high cheekbones, and gorgeous eyes that always make people do a double take. Some people assume he’s gay just because he’s so pretty, but he’s all mine, and I love every second of making him squirm. That Halloween, I decided to push things even further. I convinced him to wear drag as his costume—something tight, sexy, and totally out of his comfort zone.

We spent hours getting him ready. I picked out a silky blouse that clung to his chest, a tight little skirt that hugged his ass perfectly, and even a wig to complete the look. I didn’t stop there, though—I made him wear makeup, heels, the whole nine yards. The best part? I convinced him to wear a pair of my panties underneath it all. He resisted at first, blushing and stammering, but once they were on, I could tell he liked how they felt. The way the soft fabric cupped his cock—it was clear they were turning him on.

Dressing him up was fun, but what I really loved was taking him out in public. Seeing him walk around in that tight skirt, those high heels clicking with every step—it was pure power. And he looked amazing. People had to look twice to even recognize that he was a guy. Some weren’t so sure.

As the night went on, I kept teasing him. My hands were all over him—on the dance floor, in the crowded party room—I just couldn’t keep myself from touching him. I’d slip my hand under his skirt, brushing his ass, running my fingers along his thighs. He was a mess, trying to keep his composure as I made him leak precum in those tiny panties. He wanted to leave, embarrassed and overwhelmed, but I wasn’t done with him yet. Not by a long shot.

I dragged him out onto the dance floor during a slow song, pulling him in close, feeling his heart race as I pressed against him. My hands roamed down to his perfect little ass, and before he could stop me, I was pulling up his skirt. He squirmed, cheeks flushed red, but he knew better than to resist me. People were dancing all around us, but Tariq was too afraid to make a scene. I took full advantage of that.

I pulled his panties down just enough to slip a finger into his hole. His eyes went wide, but he didn’t say a word. I started slow, teasing him as he tried not to react, tried to act like nothing was happening. But I could feel him trembling, feel the heat of his body as I worked my finger deeper inside him. He was so tight, and I loved how helpless he looked. His cock was straining against the fabric of his panties, the tip practically peeking out.

I didn’t stop there, though. I slid a second finger inside, pushing him to the edge of panic. He let out a soft whimper, and his face turned an even deeper shade of red. I could see his erection pressing hard against his panties, and I knew he was close. He tried to keep dancing, but I could feel him losing control as my fingers worked inside him, stretching him, teasing him. People were so close—dancing right next to us—but no one seemed to notice. Or maybe they did. I didn’t care.

Finally, I took pity on him. I led him into the bathroom, locking the door behind us. He was so hot, so worked up, and I could tell he was desperate for release. I pushed him against the sink and whispered, “Bend over.” He hesitated, but he obeyed. He always does.

I had one last surprise for him—a dildo hidden under my costume. I slid his panties down, exposing his ass, and pressed the dildo against his hole. He moaned as I pushed it inside him, stretching him even more than my fingers had. He was so tight, so warm, and I loved the way he moaned my name as I fucked him from behind.

But I wasn’t done yet. With one hand on the dildo, I reached around with the other and started jerking him off. His cock was already leaking, so close to the edge. I pumped him hard and fast, the dildo filling him up as I stroked his cock. He was moaning uncontrollably now, his body shaking, his breath ragged.

And then he came. Hard. His cock twitched in my hand, and he shot his load all over the bathroom floor. I kept stroking him, milking every last drop as he whimpered and gasped for breath.

When he was done, I told him to clean up the mess while I fixed my costume and headed back out to the party. Before I left, I looked over my shoulder and said, “It’s your turn to please me next.”

I can’t wait for our next adventure.

Sincerely,
Sandra