October 31. The best day of the year, as far as Meg was concerned. Halloween, a day to not just be someone else, but for the entire world to be something new and exciting. The fact that it wasn’t a holiday she got off from work wasn’t enough to dampen her spirits as she got out of the car, nearly tripping as she already had one shoe off. She couldn’t dress up at work, and while the thought had occurred to her to bring her costume in so she could change as soon as possible, she’d settled for just wearing her jack-o’-lantern earrings. She grabbed her other heel from the floor of her car while kicking off the one still on, and snatching it up from the ground, she ran up to her house.

A modest nine carved pumpkins adorned the small front porch, the oldest already started to sink in with decay since it had been carved twelve days ago. Why should twelve days of a holiday be reserved just for Christmas?

“Sorry I’m late! Traffic was a nightmare!” she called as she burst inside. Not waiting for her girlfriend’s response, she threw her shoes and purse next to the door and started stripping off her pantsuit right there, pausing just long enough to remember to shut the door behind her before she ended up half naked in potential view of early trick-or-treaters.

She was down to her bra and panties by the time she made it upstairs, her clothes strewn in a trail leading back down to the front door. “Jenny?” she called. Her girlfriend hadn’t responded since she got home.

Faint noises came from the bedroom.

“You can’t scare me!” Meg called out, but already a shiver of excitement rippled across her nearly naked body. Jenny had proven countless times that she could scare her. Even years into their relationship Meg would still jump and utter a startled scream nearly every time Jenny would pop out at her from behind a door and yell “boo!” But not today. Today was Halloween, and Meg was ready.

She crept up to the bedroom door, resisting the temptation to throw the door wide open. Jenny had copped a doorknob to the face that had left with her with a nasty black eye once, and while Meg argued that the incident should teach her a lesson, she knew that wouldn’t stop her girlfriend, so she had to be the one to adapt to avoid hurting Jenny.

“Jen?” she called out as she eased open the door.

“MMMMMMPHHH!”

Meg’s eyes went wide. The lights were off, but there was enough dim light coming through the curtains to make out her girlfriend on the bed. She was wearing her slave Leia costume, laying on top of the covers, her legs spread, her ankles tied to the corners of the bed, her arms tied above her head. A thick cleave gag parted her full lips.

“Well what do we have here?”

“HMMMPH MMMPPFFF!” her helpless girlfriend cried.

“I see you went for something a little different this year.” Meg switched on the lights, illuminating the lovely sight before her. This hadn’t been their plan, but Meg was more than willing to forget their original costumes: Thelma and Louise. That certainly was its own brand of sexy fun, but this was on another level.

Jenny shook her head, pulling on her restraints and yelling again into her gag.

Meg shimmied up to the bed, inspecting Jenny’s work. “But if you’re Leia, what does that make me?”

“Unnngmmph mmeeph!”

“You better not be thinking I’m Jabba. If this is your way of pointing out that I’ve put on a couple of pounds, I’m going to have to punish you.” Meg slapped her exposed thigh.

“MMMMGGG!” Again Jenny shook her head vehemently.

Meg climbed up onto the bed next to her and hooked her finger under the black cloth cleaving Jenny’s luscious lips and pulled it down around her neck. She recognized her own panties from yesterday stuffed in her partner’s mouth as Jenny forced them out.

“Meg! Call 911! There’s someone in the house!”

Meg pushed her underwear back into her girlfriend’s mouth, holding them there with her palm. “So that’s your game this year. You’re trying to scare me. I’ll admit, it’s clever, but I already told you, you aren’t going to get me today.”

Jenny shook her head, mumbling pleadingly into Meg’s panties.

“No, I get you today. Served up on a silver platter.” She pulled the cleave gag back up between Jenny’s teeth. “I’m not falling for any of your tricks.”

Jenny yelled and thrashed against her restraints.

Meg examined the ropes binding her. “You tied yourself up very well for me.” They were their ropes. It would have been easy for Jen to tie her legs to the corners, and while Meg probably wouldn’t have been able to manage binding her own hands by herself the way Jenny had done, it was not hard to imagine that Jenny, in her dedication to trying to scare her partner, would have found a way. Meg even had a moment of doubt as Jenny screamed at her again for help. But that’s what Jenny wanted. If she were really in trouble she would have safe worded when Meg had taken her gag out.

“Now what to do with my new slave girl? Do I punish her for trying to scare me? Do I show her what happens if she can be a good slave girl?”

Jenny was shaking her head, bucking her whole body up and down on the bed.

“I think maybe a little bit of both,” she said, tracing her fingers around the gold bikini.

She jumped up suddenly from the bed. “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.” She needed her own costume. She bounced giddily over to their closet and yanked the door open.

A shadowy figure stood in the walk in closet.

“AAAAIIIIIIIIYYYYYY!” Meg jumped straight up, her feet already backpedaling to try and run before she landed, causing her to trip immediately and fall on her butt. She scrambled backwards across the carpet until she smacked into the bed.

The figure didn’t move.

Meg still couldn’t speak; she was nearly hyperventilating.

From the floor, she was eye level with the figure’s legs. Or lack there of. She followed the thin stand up to body of a mannequin, one of their Halloween decorations, wearing Meg’s own black hoodie.

“You- You are in so much trouble.” Meg reached up and grabbed the sheets, needing them to help pull herself up; her legs were still shaking from adrenaline. “That’s not funny!”

But Jenny wasn’t laughing. She was still yelling into her gag. The helpless girl’s eyes widened, staring over Meg’s shoulder at the closet, her muffled screams becoming more and more insistent.

“Stop that.” She hoped Jenny was trying to get the rare double scare. She really hoped she was, holding onto the belief that her girlfriend loved scaring her so much that even though it was obvious that Meg was genuinely terrified in that moment, she was going to continue the prank. And as long as she didn’t turn around, that might still be true.

“MMMMGGGGGGG! EEEHHHNNNNGGG OOOOOO!!!”

Meg’s heart was hammering in her chest. Her entire body was covered in gooseflesh.

Slowly, she turned her head.