The tormenting predicament of last year’s harem costume lasted three hours before its bands suddenly snapped open, leaving Attayo to remove the tight clamps herself. In her sorry state, she left them dangling from the ceiling while collapsing naked onto her bed to welcome the mercy of sleep.
Eleven months on, her memories of this ordeal still felt fresh. Although she wouldn’t knowingly put herself through it again, there was no denying that it was just the sort of kinky incident she had been hoping for. In some ways she wished it had happened before the partying ended, so there would have been an audience too...
The sultry wear may have caused trouble, but it was better than nothing happening. Attayo ventured to the shop she had received it from, quickly locating its owner. With a short series of questions she got to know about the group of perverts that made the harem costume, and because of this she heard they were still supplying the store with an assortment of unique outfits.
She browsed through those sets, finding them to provide the explanations that were missing last year. These descriptions were fascinating to the thrill-seeking girl; some provided features, tools or powers that aided in a range of sexy activities. Others, including a mermaid disguise, would capture their wearer to play with them in various ways.
Two of the costumes simply described themselves as having mystery effects, for buyers who wanted to be surprised. While these appealed to Attayo, she knew what she wanted this time, and settled on a sexed-up witch dress that would both provide that and be appropriate for the festivities.
The clothing was simple enough; a deep purple corset-like dress that held plastic pumpkin ornaments at both sides of its waist. It shaped into a skirt that split apart into pointed trails in a way that would frequently expose the dark panties that would normally be hidden. Long, sheer dark gloves matched similar stockings.
The modest strappy heels included were nothing to write home about, but the wide-brimmed witch’s hat had an intricate lattice pattern on its crooked steeple. Accessorising the ensemble was a collection of plain black ribbons that could be worn around the neck, upper arms and legs.
The outfit could almost be accused of not being very fancy, and its own makers may even have agreed that the garments were an after-thought. What made it special was a stereotypically decorated wand imbued with specialised magic; even though it felt like plastic the description said it could conjure restraints, and manipulate clothing at will!
Attayo giggled at the possibilities the enchanted tool presented, for this year she would take captives of her own. Her first thought was to dart between many parties, making hit-and-run captures of individuals and leaving her victims to the mercy of their friends.
Another was to just target and abduct a small group in its entirety and keep them for the night. She wasn’t sure, but she had a week to decide. One thing she did know was that anyone she caught would be treated to a very fun night.