Welcome to the next stop on LDW’s Halloween blog train! Most of you probably still have your senses reeling from Ms. Veronica’s Halloween themed encounter. If you’re just now joining us and want to catch up on all the erotic adventures you’ve missed, feel free to start here: All Aboard the Halloween Blog Train with Ms. KayMarie, our sexy conductor. Don’t worry, I’ve got plenty of time & man candy to spare. If you’d like to listen to the post instead, click here.
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All set? Good. Come along, subbie.
The wicked gleam in my eyes and naughty smile on my face is making your heart race as you follow me away from Ms. Veronica’s domain. The sounds around us seem to be fading, leaving only the rhythmic tap, tap, tap of my stilettos ringing against the ground. Your gaze is fixated on the sway of my hips, the rippling waves of my long strawberry blonde hair as it swishes just above my waist, the damn near painted on fit of my glossy iridescent white PVC catsuit and the way it shimmers with a pearlescent rainbow sheen in the dim light, clinging to every curve like a lover’s explicit caress.
Perhaps that’s why it took you a few moments to notice the mist.
Pink, vaguely smelling of cotton candy, caramel, and something darker, more earthy… leather? Chocolate? Musk? The mist rolled through our surroundings, nothing more than a faint tinge of color at first, but within moments it became thicker, swirling around our ankles, billowing up in coiling waves, moving like a dense fog until everything was completely obscured, until you couldn’t even see your hand as you blindly stretched it out front of you, trying not to stumble as you hesitantly followed the rhythmic, steady taps of my stilettos through the swirling blur of pink.
In a few seconds, you were on the other side of the mysterious mist—& discovered your surroundings had completely changed. You looked around in confused disbelief, finding yourself in a large, flagstone courtyard, surrounded by forest, blinking dazedly in the moonlight. You could hear the rustling crackle and snap of fire, smell the scent of pine, burning wood, sugar, caramel, chocolate, and a heady, rich musk that reeked of sex. There were several large cauldrons being stirred over fire pits by sissies toiling beneath the watchful eyes of Mistresses wielding over-sized candy thermometers and ladles. Next to the cauldrons, there were a series of long, deep, rectangular holes oozing with some sort of dark, viscous substance—wait! were those…open graves?!?! There appeared to be several sets of muddy footprints emerging from them, smeared over the flag stones, headed right towards what seemed to be a large crowd at the far side of the courtyard next to a bonfire.
“Let the Man Candy Feast begin.”
You nearly jump at the sound of my voice so close to your ear, shivering at the slow, gliding touch of my PVC gloved finger sliding down your wrist–then feel your blood run cold when you see the warm, crimson trail left behind. My gloved hands are dripping red, glistening wetly in the flickering firelight, vaguely sticky as I reach out and shackle your wrist in my grip, dragging you along in my wake. For the first time, you realize that my beautiful white PVC catsuit has glistening, raspberry red spatters randomly splashed over the front of it, slowly dripping down over the slick surface, and you stumble to your knees in horror.
“Tyrone, Deshawn– grab our guest and escort him to the festivities, we wouldn’t want him to miss the main event.”
You don’t even have time to protest as you’re suddenly grabbed off the ground and carted off by two massive Black studs built like linebackers. They’re carrying you right towards the crowd–and you can hear a faint, hungry roar of voices from the shadowy figures shifting back and forth as Tyrone and Deshawn drag you nearer. The closer you get, the louder, more ravenous the horde becomes. You’re being carried past what appears to a series of decorative gravel pits–some filled with stones, others with colorful glass, but honestly everything’s a bit of a blur as you curse & twist futilely in your captor’s grasp as they continue hauling you straight towards the heart of the hungry mob.
You let out a shriek of terror as you see the crowd appearing to literally DEVOUR the squirming, whimpering and moaning bodies of several men staked down to the courtyard paving stones. You can see raw hunger in every pair of eyes, faces streaked with crimson, mud, and some sort of brown goo, hungry mouths open wide. The sounds of licking, slurping, chewing, and feasting are surrounding you on all sides, mixed in with the pitiful moans of their victims. The ravenous horde appeared even more ruthlessly dedicated the louder those poor souls became. What were they?!?!?! Zombies? Ghouls? Some other kind of fiendish horror?
Suddenly one of the men starts shrieking like a soul newly damned, wailing and pleading as several members of the horde appear to be eating his feet, and Tyrone & Deshawn double over with laughter, dropping you as the begging continues. You seize the chance to run away–trying to make your escape while they’re distracted, only to trip over my outstretched stiletto boot and come crashing down hard enough to knock the wind out of you. You can hear the metallic snick of handcuffs locking in place as I restrain your wrists behind your back, feel my sticky fingers lightly ruffling your hair, and see the wicked, taunting grin on my face,
“Going somewhere, subbie?”
“Don’t let them eat me!” You manage to gasp out.
I stare back at you in confusion for a moment, then start giggling–which turns into a full blown wicked laugh. I bring one of my crimson coated gloved fingertips to my lips, and lightly lick it clean. “Mmmmm….no deal. I think I’d like to turn you into our next bit of Man Candy, since I believe we’re about to be one stud short.” You see me look over my shoulder at the poor soul who is now screaming “Red! RED! RED!!!!!!” like his life depends upon it. “Back off, sissies—you know the rules. No more suckies after safe wording.”
With pouting lips dripping crimson, grumbles, and whines, the ghouls disperse–headed towards the other still writhing victims staked down in the courtyard. They began feasting all over again–and the chorus of moans from the captive men grew even louder.
Tyrone roughly drags you over to me as Deshawn and I begin removing the stakes & restraints from the man who was screaming moments ago. You can barely believe it as you hear me ask, “You ok, Alex?”
“Yes, Mistress. I’m sorry Mistress.” He looks embarrassed, but oddly enough, unharmed. There’s not a scratch on him–just some faint smears of glossy red between his toes.
I help him up, “Never apologize for using your safe word. Considering how ticklish you are, I’m impressed. You almost made it. Another 10 seconds and Jizzelle would have happily sucked your cock until you begged for mercy.”
Alex actually blushes, ducking his head before looking up hopefully, “Can I try again next year?”
“Perhaps.” You see me motion for Tyrone to bring you closer.
“This is your replacement– Why don’t you get him ready for the Man Candy Feast?”
Alex snaps a quick bow, “Yes Mistress!”
I smile, then walk deeper into the heart of the horde, disappearing in the mass of writhing, moaning bodies.
“Chocolate, Caramel, or Candy Apple?”
You blink at Alex in confusion. “What?”
“Chocolate, Caramel, or Candy Apple?” He repeats impatiently. “The candy won’t stick to you without something to use as glue, so what’ll it be?”
You babble out the first thing that comes to mind. Tyrone drags you back towards the cauldrons, and lowers you into one of the rectangular pits. Your topping of choice is ladled over you until you’re positively coated from head to toe. You were worried it would be scalding hot, but it’s surprisingly not unlike being drenched in a warm, soothing hug.
“Come on, hurry up!” You grab Alex’s hand as he reaches into the stone pit to help you out, but it winds up taking Tyrone’s help as well, since the excess topping is sucking at your ankles and calves like quicksand. You stagger in their wake, leaving yet another trail of smeared footprints from the ‘open grave’ as they drag you along before stopping next to the decorative gravel pits.
“Do you want Snickers, M&Ms, Skittles, Lifesavers, Gummie bears, or Twix?”
You stare at the ‘gravel pits’ with newly opened eyes, realizing they are actually filled with different kinds of candy–and point towards your choice.
“Ok, hop in, and roll around–make sure to get the candy stuck to EVERY part of you.”
You hop in, and even though you feel a bit ridiculous, roll over several times, before pretending you’re making a snow angel on your back and then on your belly. The candy is sticking to your topping coating as though it’s been super-glued.
“Great job! Come on out.”
You awkwardly get up and start walking towards Alex, feeling the candy starting to ooze down your body.
“Now lay down.”
You humor him. You don’t even try to resist when Tyrone and Alex pound stakes between the paving stones and tie you down.
Now that you know the ‘ghouls’ are just sissies with sweet tooths, you feel like laughing at how panicked you were earlier.
Alex looks at you with a suddenly serious expression, “Listen up, because this is important. Here are the rules:
- Your safe word is Red—use it if you want the Feast to stop, and you’ll be out of the game.
- The sissies can’t ride your cock, face, ass, or untie you until AFTER they’ve eaten all the candy and licked off all the toppings. Once they’ve done that, you can fuck any (or every) sissy who participated in your Man Candy feast.
- If you cum BEFORE the sissies have finished eating all the candy and licking off all the toppings, they can fuck you.
Good luck!”
As Alex walks away, you hear a victorious whoop from somewhere in the horde–and the crowd parts as long enough for you to see the final restraint being removed from a stud, who promptly launches up, grabs a giggling sissy, and hungrily kisses her until they’re both moaning. He wastes no time before bending her over on all fours, and you can hear her squealing in glee as he starts thrusting forward, locking their bodies together as they rock back forth to the cheers of the crowd. There’s scattered laughter from another section, and you see a stud’s cock helplessly twitching, milky streams glistening on his still candy-coated belly–and a sissy promptly straddles his open mouth while her friend gives him something to gasp about as she lifts his hips and slides her sissy stick between his ass cheeks. Even more squirming, staked down studs appear to be in various stages of agonized edging as the sissies continue to feast. I’m avidly watching the erotic show, a fiendish glow in my eyes and a wicked grin on my lips as I lightly wave to you.
You feel your blood chill as over a dozen sissies follow the direction of my gaze, see a new stud staked out for their candy coated pleasure, and hungrily lick their lips.
“Get him, Gurls.” I purr.
Will you emerge victorious from the Man Candy Feast —or will you be defeated by the erotic expertise of a legion sissies who will turn you into their fuck doll instead? What was that safe word again? Will you even be able to make it to Ms. Hunter & see what kink or treat festivities await you in her domain? There’s only way to find out!
Ms Lilly ~ I tried listening to this post instead of reading it and I got lost in your voice. Couldn’t follow the story lol I had to stop and read. Just thought you should know my sexy friend. It was worth it lol.
That’s high praise indeed, Ms. KayMarie 🙂 Thanks for the compliments & I’m glad you liked my story
Lillie, Wow! Now this is what I call a kinky treat! I loved every word. I was scared at first and thought damn, this is amazing and spooky. Then the twist. That is my kind of party. I like to think he forgot his safe word and threw caution to the wind and and had one of the best, kinkiest nights in his life ever. And, to listen to you tell it. Divine!
Awww, thanks so much Ms. Andi, I appreciate the compliments & I like your idea of what happened to our hero after I sicced the Sissies on him 😉
Ohhhhhh Ms. Lilly…that was such a devilish, hot, and delicious story!!! I listened to you tell your ohhhhhh so creative tale and I was totally scared for him…until I wasn’t lol! 😉 That will no doubt be the sweetest bit of “man candy” that I shall I ever see, LOL!!! 😉
Thank you Ms. Mandy 😉 I’m glad you liked my “Man Candy” tale, & I hope it brings a smile to your face every time you think about it.
This is positively brilliant! I was honestly a little bit worried for our hero, genuinely a bit scary! Well done, Ms Lilly
Thanks Ms. Becky, I had a lot of fun setting up the thrills and chills 😀
Well, that took a twist I didn’t expect, but absolutely a fun one! A little man candy feast is absolutely something we should have regularly, and not just at Hallowe’en.
Ms, Sascha, I couldn’t agree more! Man Candy feasts at ANY time of year are always crowd pleasers 😉
Sissies and candies, treats galore. Epic tale Ms. Lilly
Thanks Ms. Gigi, It was fun creating a deliciously twisted Halloween tale 😉
I love a fun twist, and this one was sweet! I do think he’s going to be cheeky and cum at will so he can be a fuck doll, though! Good for him!
Hehehehe… very possible. Whether the studs win or the sissies do, there aren’t really any losers at the Man Candy Feast–well, except for Alex, poor tickle slut 😉
OH MY God!!!
You had me in the first half, no lie. I was like “we can write THIS spooky?! I’ve been so tame!” And then, surprise, they’re tarred and feathered in sugar!!!
Perfect twist. I love it!
LOL—Thanks! I had a ton of fun with the twist, and I’m thrilled you liked my story 😀
I definitely had that thought as well! The creep factor was PERFECT!
Thanks! I loved amping up the chills & thrills 😀
What a sweet and wild twist!! Love “man candy”. What a great story Ms Lily!!
Thanks Ms. Madison! I’m glad you enjoyed my twisted Man Candy tale 😉
You sound INCREDIBLE in your audio! Atmospheric, sensual, and spooky…that was a great story, Lilly 🔥
Awwww….thank you so much! I’m glad you liked my audio & story 🙂
Seeing the title and even a few paragraphs in, I thought it was a very different type of “man candy” – never imagined it was literal! Tricks AND actual treats, plus an appearance from the always insatiable Jizzelle…I loved every moment of it, Ms. Lilly!
Thanks so much Ms. Charlotte–it’s fun to subvert expectations, especially for Halloween 😉
Very creative use of “man candy” Lilly, with a nice hint of sploshing and sticky wet and messy. Delicious. 🎃
LOL…yes indeed 😉 I don’t always get to indulge in food fetishes, but I have an absolutely AMAZING time when I do. What better time than spooky season to really get down & dirty and wet & messy with some wild, kinky foodie feasts?
Wow, what a ride! When it started out with a pink candy scented fog, I thought, “Oh, this is going to be cute…” But then it took a hard left turn into studs being devoured alive by zombies and/or ghouls. And then another sharp turn into candy-filled graves and a horde of candy-loving sissies – my goodness!
Hehehehe…I’ll admit I had more than a little bit of fun toying with expectations & building suspense (it makes my playfully sadistic heart glow). I ADORE being a tease 😉
Ms. Lilly! What fun- and what an unexpected sweet twist! Scary, yes, but undoubtedly fun for whoever wins favor.
Lol, yes indeed! An unexpected, but VERY welcome twist for our subbies, studs, and sissies 😉
Man Candy, indeed! What a wild twist Ms Lilly! Love how your devious and sexy mind works!
Thanks Ms. Erika 🙂 I’m glad you liked the twist!
Wow! this has so many twist and turns and you are an amazing writer. I lived how it went from gory to super sweet sissy candy man. Mistress!!! Yes, I think it’s his first time and he will cum very fast!
Thanks for the compliments Ms. Bianca 😀 I’m glad you liked my twisted tale of Halloween treats & kinks!
Ms Lilly, leaving you another comment on this post because it seems like my last one did not go through and I wanted to tell you how awesome and creatively brilliant your post was! Not to mention that Man Candy is my favorite kind of Halloween treat ;). Let’s hope no one uses the safe word!
No Worries Ms. Audrey 🙂 I’m glad you enjoyed my post, & I love that you & I both enjoy a good bit of Man Candy as our Halloween treat of choice. I’ll save you a prime seat to watch the Feast!
Man candy has taken on new meaning Ms Lilly, mmm, my favorite kind of treat! And the adventures of Alex a perfect twisted dark fantasy! I love all the rules, and hope no one uses the safe word!
Thanks Ms. Audrey! Perhaps Alex will be the one and only subbie who safe words–everyone else will happily take their victory or ‘defeat’ with ecstatic delight 😉
What a wildly imaginative and wickedly sweet descent into Halloween decadence! 🍬🔥 The mist, the Man Candy Feast, the deliciously dark humor—every detail pulls me deeper into your world. I’m shivering, smiling… and maybe just a little afraid to say “Red.” Bravo!
Thanks Ms. Laurel 🙂 I’m glad you enjoyed my spooky & sexy Halloween tale.
Incredibly fun, hot, and creative! I’m actually wondering how long I would be able to hold out.
It’s an interesting challenge, Tiger–buuuuut: If you manage to hold out past your feet, underarms, cock & balls, and oddly enough, the backs of your knees, you *might* be in the clear. Your ribs aren’t particularly ticklish, are they? (asking with an innocent expression while idly running my fingertips along a feather)
I’m for sure not using the safe word!
LOl, bravo Dickless, that’s the spirit! Here’s hoping your Man Candy Feast has the ending you desire!
I am NEVER looking at “sprinkles” on ice cream or anything the same way ever again! I agree with Miss Rachael … I love the ‘twist’ and I’m not going to say anything about it … but DAYUM this was so much fun to read.
I always wonder where a write comes up with inspiration and I REALLY wonder how you came up with this gem.
Wicked creativity that’s for sure.
Hehehe…a lady never kisses and tells 😉 Thanks for the fabulous compliments, and I’m glad you liked the story!
Ms. Lilly, how delightfully delicious was that? Sissies, candy, torturous pleasures covered in sweet sticky “Confectionate” goodness…Pleasure overload for all that “Man Candy”
Yes indeed, Ms. Krista 🙂 I’ve heard it said you can have too much of a good thing–this challenge certainly puts that to the test!
This was incredibly fucking creative and fun! At first I thought it was vore, which was no doubt your intent, brilliant Mistress Lilly, but when the twist was revealed, it only deepened My admiration!
And, a pretty damn good idea for a kinky party that I might have to try! 😜
Awww, thanks Ms. Rachel! I did have quite a bit of fun building suspense up to the twist–after all, it’s spooky season! Gotta have some thrills & chills 😉