Carnival

A few weeks ago, I found this gorgeous costume in a costumes shop. As carnival was coming, I bought this heroin type costume for this year. In the shop they told Me it was based on Captain Sky, some kind of comics heroin, but afterwards I found out that it is Captain Franky in a movie called Captain Sky.
So last weekend, I put it on to go to a costumed party. As you can see in the picture (made by Myriam), it is a more neutral outfit compared to My Nazi-outfit, I usually wear when going to a costumed party.
But, again I was surprised how such a more dominant looking outfit attracts males.
At this party, a guy who was wearing a prisoners suit came to Me and started a conversation saying that we matched: he a prisoner and I a kind of futuristic policewoman. I explained him about My “Captain” and told him that I like the character.
Pointing at My gun, he said he wouldn’t dare to be naughty with Me around. Of course he didn’t know how arousing I found his words, so I started to flirt (I told him that I’d bodysearch new prisoners always thoroughly when they entered My prison) and it didn’t take long before he said that he’d love to be My prisoner. I asked him if he was sure about that as I’d be a real tough and hard prison warden. Of course he was! Because I am pretty sure I had him hooked by then, especially after I had told him I’d make good use of the handcuffs he had with him.
From that moment on, I started to take advantage of the situation and started to make him run for Me. First I asked to get Me a drink, with the next one, I didn’t ask anymore, I ordered. He got Me a snack, more ice for My drink (twice), an extra straw, ….
At a certain moment I went a step further and I dropped My gun (toy!) on purpose. I didn’t make a single move to pick it up so I forced him to take it for Me, but when he reached out with his hand, I put My boot on top of it and said that prisoners are not allowed to touch a gun. He smiled at Me, but I Myself did not show any emotions and kept staring at him down there at My boots and I asked proper excuses. As he did, My net had closed tighter around him. I told him that in a real prison, I’d order him to kiss My boots for it! He didn’t look surprised, nor aroused and didn’t say anything. To change the subject (I wanted to see if he came back to it) I started to ask about him and indeed after a few minutes he told Me he loved My friends (Myriam) animal tamers outfit, especially the whip she had with her. That was a confirmation to Me and I called Myriam (who was dancing) to join us. I told her Greg liked her whip. She immediately understood and lifted the leather in front of his face and said that it was for naughty animals…. “And prisoners!”...I added. As a result he told us that he was not really into BDSM, but admired strong women like Me and Myriam. But, by the end of the party, we managed to make him understand the“no pain, no gain!”-principle and we had him allow Myriam to whip him in public (so called as a joke…hahahahaaaa). She did with the utmost pleasure!
Maybe it was because of the alcohol, but in the end, we managed to whip a guy who claimed he was not into BDSM. And he was not the only one that turned around us that evening!

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