Tricked Her & Treated Me

Postby LordNelson » Fri Nov 22, 2013 9:02 pm

When I turned 16 I decided that I wasn’t going to go out trick or treating for Halloween anymore. Since it fell on a school night all of the house parties had been on the previous weekend. I didn’t have any homework that night so I was at home handing out candies at the front door and hoping to see some of my friends who were still dressing up just to get free candy.

It was getting late in the evening and kids were getting fewer and farther between. I was thinking that it was just about time to turn off the porch light and eat what whatever candy was left. Then there was a knock at the door. I figured this would be the last one.

I opened the door and had a very pleasant surprise. It was the best costume of the evening. It was a witch; a very pretty witch. She had the pointed hat and the straw broom. Unlike a standard witch she had long blond hair and her complexion was as white as snow and spotless; no warts, no wrinkles, no facial hair. Under long dark lashes were pale blue eyes. Bright red lipstick accentuated her full lips. A black shawl was over her shoulders and she wore a black silky blouse. Her black skirt was short and had a ragged hem. Fish net stockings and knee high leather boots with high heels completed the look. She was gorgeous.

She seemed to be about my age so I knew that I was going to have to get to know her. I had to be as charming and humorous as I could. ‘Don’t you know that it’s dangerous for witches to be out tonight?’ I told her. ‘Why is that’ she replied ‘I thought that this would be the one night that we could go out in public and fit right in.’ ‘Halloween is just a government conspiracy’ I explained to her ‘they want you to think it’s safe so that it’s easier for their hunters to spot you.’ ‘Really’ she said with a look of mock surprise ‘I didn’t know that. And just what are they going to do to me if they catch me?’

(Here’s the good part; one of my best set-ups ever.) ‘They’ll tie you to a stake and burn you.’ (You can’t tell me that you didn’t see that coming!) ‘Well it’s a good thing I don’t see any stakes around here.’ ‘Actually I have one in the back yard.’ ‘Oh dear, do you plan to tie me up and burn me?’ ‘My mom doesn’t let me play with matches so I’m just going to tie you up and give you a severe lecture about changing your occupation.’

She laughed at my joke but fell into my trap. ‘I don’t believe that you have a stake and even if you did I don’t think that you would tie me up.’ ‘The stake is in the backyard’ I challenged ‘and if you want to head on back I’ll just get some rope and meet you there.’ She thought for a moment and said ‘I’m calling your bluff.’ She started down the walkway to go around the house. I closed the door and turned off the light.

I raced to my room, grabbed my TUG kit from where it was hidden under the bed and was out the back door to meet her as she came around the corner. ‘So where is this stake?’ she asked. I pointed to the back of the yard. ‘That’s not a stake, that’s a clothes line pole!’ she exclaimed. ‘I think what you meant to say was “Look at that stake cleverly disguised as a clothes line pole.”’ She laughed and walked towards it. ‘Are you really going to do this?’ she asked. ‘I don’t joke around when it comes to witches’ I replied ‘I’m totally serious. Now please stand with your back to the stake.’

She followed my order and I put down my duffle bag and opened it. I pulled out a long rope. I lifted her hand, placed one end of the rope under her wrist and asked her ‘could you please hold that there for me?’ She obeyed once again. I wrapped the rope twice around her wrists and hips and the pole. On the third wrap I looped it around each wrist so that she couldn’t pull her hands free. I then took a second rope and tied her ankles leaving the ends long so that I could tie them around behind the pole.

She took this all with a touch of humor as she began to hum and look around as if bored by the whole procedure. Then she started to ask silly questions ‘Does this mean I get extra candy?’ ‘When are you going to be done?’ ‘Could you hurry up; I need to be home by 10:00?’ I took another long rope and wrapped it around again alternating between above and below her breasts. I then reached into my bag for one last rope to add to her knees.

When I pulled it out my ball gag fell out onto the ground. I had no intention of gagging her, there was so much more I wanted to learn about her and my mind was full of questions. I picked the gag up to put it back into the bag. Then I heard her say something that sounded like it was in Latin. When I looked up she was gone.

The ropes lay in a pile at the bottom of the pole, all still securely knotted and she was nowhere in sight. I thought for a moment, looked at the red ball and black leather strap in my hand and realized what had happened. When she saw the gag she realized that she was about to lose her only means of escape and made a hasty exit.

That night when I went to bed at least I knew that in my dreams I would be able to put pretty name with that pretty face. The last thing she had said to me was ‘My name is Sabrina; what do I call you?’