When I heard him telling some friends that he was going to the Halloween dance.  He had to take his younger sister trick or treating so he had borrowed a costume to wear when he did that.  It was the Mouse King from the Nutcracker ballet, and after all the money and work to get it fitted he said he might as well go to the dance with it even if he didn't have a date.  

I decided right then that I was going to the party and catch myself a mouse, a shy little Andy mouse.  I decided to play the party totally camp, so that night Gran and I started work and when the dance arrived my costume was ready.  I was going as the sultry and sexy Catwoman from Batman.  

Most of the costume was a shiny nylon unitard with long sleeves and a turtleneck.  Over that I wore a black leather waist cinch as a belt.  When it was laced up tightly it really pulled me in, giving me a very small waist.

Boots, Oh yes, I cannot forget those boots.  I had bought them several years before at a weird little shoe store in New York.  They were shiny black, with three-inch spike heels and laces that tightly molded them to my legs all the way to my knees.  They were wicked looking, hell to walk in, but wicked looking, almost like Julia Roberts in "Pretty Woman."  What they did for my legs had to be seen to be appreciated. I also decided to wear my heaviest gage steel nose ring with the costume.  The nose ring really gave an exotic look and would further disguise my identity and it went well with my nipple rings, which are permanent. A long black whip and a skin tight hooded cat mask over my head and face completed the costume.  I didn't recognize myself in the mirror, I looked bitchin.

One last thing remained something to catch my mousy with.   I thought about it for a while then decided that a nice black dog collar and chain would work well so I borrowed a friends collar and leash from his porch.

I thought the costume looked good but I wasn't prepared for the reaction when I entered the ballroom of the student union.  Honest to God, it was one of those conversation-stopping entrances you always hear about in the romance novels.  Conversations stopped, and mouths dropped open. I could easily hear the click, click, click of my high heels as I walked across the floor. Then the whispering started; it was either one of two reactions, adoration and lust from the men or intense hate and envy from their dates.

It took me a few minutes to locate my prey as I walked about the room. I thought he would be with the large group of guys that were standing by the refreshment but he wasn't.  Then I finally located him.  He was over in a corner by himself. He too was staring at me, but most of the boys in the room were doing that.  

I pointed my finger at him and walked slowly across the floor towards him as he stood there open mouthed watching me.  He was rather startled when he realized I was approaching him.  

I finally stopped directly in front of him so he could get a nice close look at the costume and me. I locked my eyes to his, returning his stare until he finally looked away.  Using a southern accent I had learned while living in South Carolina for four years I said. "You have been staring so hard at me I jus thought you might want a closer view." I slowly turned around so he could see the entire costume and me.

He was wearing a pair of gray tights, with a matching snug fitting turtleneck that was probably a leotard.  Let me tell you, the guy who was the shy nerd in the classroom looked very nice in his costume. You were just never able to see it in the clothes he wore to class. He wasn't a super hunk, he was on the small side, but he was well proportioned and had the prettiest blue eyes.

Stepping forward until we were almost touching I ran the tip of my finger up the front of his snug gray turtleneck and continued.  "Do you like it, Mr. Mousy? I wore it just for you."  When he tried to stammer out an answer and failed, I said.  "Oh my, has the cat got your tongue, or is the little gray mousy scared that the cruel Catwoman may eat him all up?"  

A red flush started at his neck and quickly covered his entire face.  Andy hadn't recognized me and he was having a serious shyness attack and couldn't speak.  So I went ahead and stepped behind him and saying.  "Meooooww, I just may do that, but I think that first I'll play a little game of cat and mousy, before I eat the little mousy I've caught.  Who knows, maybe the little mousy wants to be eaten." As I rubbed my hands around on his back and hips I saw a back zipper confirming my guess that he was wearing a leotard. "Do you want me to eat you, Mr. Mousy?" I asked.  

Andy was in a serious state of confusion.  With the sexual innuendo of the conversation and my close almost intimate position and contact, all he could do was stammer, blush and sputter.  The band started playing again so I took him by the hand and lead him out onto the dance floor where he surrendered to my lead, and, as my right hand enveloped his waist, I was once again taken aback by how he looked in his costume.  I drew him tightly against me and started dancing gently to the music.  

He finally got his emotions under control and was able to start talking again.  Of course, his first question was "who are you?"

"Meoow, I don't believe you little mouse, we have two classes together, you've stared at me since I walked in and you don't recognize me.  You do need to have your eyes checked.  I'll give you three guesses. But if you guess wrong, I'm going to buckle this collar and leash on, and you will have to be my little mousy slave. Then later maybe I'll eat you for my dinner." I cocked my head to the side, looked at him, and said softly, "Or maybe a nice bedtime snack."

He quickly asked what he got if he won. "Meow, that won't happen little mousy, but if it does you get to put the collar and leash on me for the evening.  I'll be your caught Catwoman, if you can handle it." I said. But be careful it's dangerous for a Mouse to have a pet cat."

Andy quickly agreed and stammered his way through two wrong guesses, while staring at my nose ring like the answer was hidden there.  Then he noticed my breasts.  I wasn't wearing a bra under the unitard and from his reaction I could tell he had noticed my nipple rings, which were clearly visible under the skintight fabric.  

While he silently stared at my ringed boobs, I delivered a real showstopper.  "You look so good in those tights." I whispered.  "Do you wear them often?"

Andy stiffened in my arms and sputtered nervously, "No, no, these aren't really tights they're ah leggings and I do…. No, don't wear them…not often.  No, I mean, I do wear...no, have worn... ulp. I mean I am wearing them but only as...uh... part of this costume, uh.... Not all the time."

"What a pity." I replied, as I ran my finger tips up his leg. "You really should wear them more often, Catwoman thinks you look very nice in them! Maybe Catwoman should start making her mousy wear them more often, after she makes him her slave."

I allowed Andy a few minutes to process this obviously disconcerting information before hitting him with another question.

"Well you're wearing them now, do you like them?  Be honest now."

He got a very embarrassed look on his face as he looked at me and nodded his head. "I really don't want to talk about it it's kind of embarrassing with, tights and leggings something only girls and women wear." He softly mumbled.  

"Go on little mousy, tell me what you've done. No let me guess, you've worn them other times haven't you?"  

He was silent again for a long time before he slowly nodded his head yes.  Then he went on. " I bought these leggings for the costume and discovered how soft and comfortable they are, and I have uhhh...well. I've.... I've started wearing them this winter when I discovered how warm they are.  Now I wear them around my basement apartment when I am studying, but just to keep from being chilled. I have wanted to get some others, but I was uncomfortable about going back to the store to buy them.  I worried about what they would think about me buying leggings."  Then he quickly changed the subject with his last incorrect guess.  "You're Sarah." He said.

"Wrong, Mr. Mousy, that's your third wrong guess." I said.  Well he couldn't believe it, and as I buckled on his collar he nervously asked, "How long do I have to wear this."

I smiled at him, saying, "Oh my, my, my, mister Mousy, you should have asked that earlier, I never said a thing about taking it off. All I said was you would be my Mousy slave." When I said that I snapped in place the small padlock through the buckle of the collar locking it in place. "I just locked it on and I didn't bring the key with me. That really tripped him out.  He sputtered and stammered about not being able to wear a collar and leash, but I ignored him.

Then the stage announcer started calling for the first contest, Couples.  I started leading Andy across the floor to the stage.  He realized how he looked and asked if he really had to wear the collar and leash.  "Oh yes, it's very important." I replied. "Catwoman can't have her pretty little mousy running away. Just be happy I didn't bring my handcuffs."

As I rechecked the collar and leash around Andy's neck I saw the large bulge in the front of his tights.  I quietly whispered, "Your little friend better calm down or he's going to embarrass you on the stage."  I then lead him by the leash across the dance floor and up onto the stage.

We took second place in the couple's contest that night and that dance broke the ice with Andy.  We had a lovely evening together, and quite a night.  We even went out for pizza after the dance. Surprisingly Andy still had not guessed who I was. The mask I was wearing was better then I had thought.  

It was as we were leaving the Pizza that he complained about not being able to take the collar off.  That's when I told him that he had to wear the collar and tights to school tomorrow before I would unlock his collar.

A very shy and nervous acting Andy was sitting two rows in front of me in Calculus class the next day.  He had managed to hide the collar well but I could tell he was wearing it.  I had decided to give him a subtle hit that I was Catwoman.  I was wearing the black unitard and boots under a bright red mini skirt length corduroy jumper.  The poor guy was so nervous that he failed to notice my outfit or me when the class ended. That ticked me off, guys are so unobservant.  

Still feeling miffed; I waited in the hall for him as he made a stop in the restroom.  I was going to have to take a more direct approach.  When he finally came and headed for his next class I came up behind him, asking if he understood one of the problems that the instructor had worked on the board.  The light finally dawned on him when he stopped and saw me.

"Oh high Angela, ah yea I understood it, do you need help with it?"  I saw his eyes open wider as he saw the black unitard and the shiny silver key on a chain around my neck, then his eyes quickly glanced down to look at the black boots. Bingo, I thought. Houston we have recognition. "Ahhh, were you at the Halloween dance last night?" He asked.

"Maybe."

What costume were you wearing."

"Why, is it important?" I was enjoying myself again. "Are you looking for someone from the dance." He didn't answer me; he went immediately to the important question.

"Is that key on your neck the one I'm looking for?"

"Maybe, it depends on what you want to do with it, and if you have something else you need to show me."  With that he quickly glanced around and pulled the up one leg of his pants displaying the gray leggings from the night before.

"Good Mousy!"

He just couldn't believe I was the same girl from the dance.  I was so nice and polite so prim and proper all the time and he had never once seen me before today in skintight shiny nylon or a steel nose ring and deep southern accent.  

On the way to our next class Andy asked if I still had the Catwoman costume. I couldn't believe he was asking that question after since I was wearing most of it right now but I told him it was mine and I still had it. He had told his mom and little sister about the dance, suitably edited, and his mom insisted that he call and invite me to spend Saturday with them.

Her women's group was having a children's Halloween carnival Saturday afternoon and she need some additional help.  If we came over and helped she would take us all out to dinner before we went out trick-or-treating with Jenny, Andy's younger sister.  The carnival help had to be in costume.  He desperately wanted me to go and help him with the Carnival.  Of course I would but I waited a while before I told Andy yes.  A girl can't appear to eager especially when it means that poor little Andy had set himself so he was going to wear his leggings and leotards all day long.

I had a delightful trip over to Andy's house.  First, he had to wear his costume, then I wouldn't let him put anything but a jacket on over his costume.  He didn't wear his mouse head but I wouldn't let him put a pair of pants on over his leggings.  Then, as we were leaving town I insisted that we stop and get something to eat.  Denny's is nice and it's right on the way.  They were packed and he had to stand there while people snickered about our costumes.

Oops, car needs some gas.  Andy dear, I'll pump it, you take this money in and pay for it.

Later, Andy I'm thirsty lets stop and get a soda at the next convenience store.  

Andy's mother and I hit it off right away.  She was a bit taken aback by the nose ring, but quickly got over it, thinking it part of the costume.  Terry, Andy's mom, loaded us all in her van and we went to the carnival.  As soon as we got there Terry discovered that the carnival crowd was far larger then expected and they need more supplies.  Terry quickly marshaled her son with cash and a large shopping list sending him off to K-Mart, Wal-Mart and the supermarket.  I went along with Andy, for the ride.

Andy insisted on taking the mouse head from the costume along so that anyone who saw him would realize that he was in a Halloween costume.  If Gray tights, leotard and long tail didn't already make that clear I didn't think the head would help, but if it made him feel better what the heck.

No one really seemed to notice his costume until we were in the checkout line, when suddenly A loud wolf whistle came from behind us.  This was followed by, "Ooooooh Andy, is that you?  You look so cute as a little gray mouse."  It was some girls from his old high school.  They were just teasing him a little bit, but he was terribly embarrassed by it.  He never noticed my purchases as he tried to ignore the girls and head for the car.

I didn't let him do that, I made him come back and introduce us.  Reluctantly, but with some firm prodding, he came back over and introduced the three girls.  We explained about the charity carnival and I invited the girls to come with us and help.  Andy didn't want to do that but the girls thought it was a great idea and wanted to come along.  They lived nearby so we took the three of them to their houses.  They were going to find some costumes to wear while we went on to Wal-Mart.  Then Andy and I would pick them up on the way back.

We picked up Sally, Robin and Terri who had outfit themselves as a witch, ballerina and cheerleader. While we were heading back to the carnival we started talking and it soon came out how I had captured poor little Andy at the Halloween dance.  I didn't tell them about his promise to wear tights, but I did show them the collar and leash that I had used.  They all thought that it must have been delightful for a girl to get to led her date around a dance with a collar and leash.  Andy's neck was starting to turn red when Sally suggested that the three of them could all have a turn that afternoon leading him around the carnival.  I thought it was a great idea, Andy however met it with much less enthusiasm.

After he had finished unloading the van I buckled the collar and leash back onto Andy and handed the leash end to Sally.  I don't know what happened but I do know that all of them, including Jenny, his younger sister had control of Andy's leash at one time or another at the carnival.

He had been planning on only taking Jenny trick-or-treating later that evening. When it was darker. But his mother insisted on all four of us going out to dinner dressed in our Halloween costumes. Andy's mom had on a costume too.

Back at school Andy told me how much he enjoyed the day and wanted to know if I would be interested in going on some more dates together.  We were on the porch of my Gran's house when he asked. "That depends I replied." I had already been keeping him in a state of agitation, and confusion so I asked him. Does Mr. Mousy want the mean and cruel Catwoman to be his steady girlfriend?

When he said yes, I put my arms tightly around him and whispered in his ear.  "Even if it means Mr. Mousy would have to continue to wear his pretty tights?   I felt him instantly tense up in my arms and he started to blushed beet-red, all the while developing an erection I could feel pressing against me.  I purposely let the silence drag on as Andy continued to blush in my arms.

With both arms wrapped around him I whispered in my sexiest voice, "Well, it's obvious that somebody likes the idea of wearing tights, or maybe he wants to wear a some nice shiny rings too!"  Andy stiffened further in my arms, while the swelling between us increased. I obviously had his attention.  Then I added, "You know, there are lots of women who make their men wear special things as a sign of their relationship. "

Andy's surrender came in stages as he asked first one then another question.  "You want me to wear tights to please you?"

"Yes," I replied.

"Do I have to wear them all the time?"

"Maybe, maybe not. But to start, at least for the next week."

Looking me in the eyes, and with a noticeable tremor in his voice, he said, "Yes, if you want me to wear tights, then I will wear tights to please you."

We started going together and the more we dated the more we realized that we made a very complimentary couple.  I slowly increased the amount of time I had him wearing tights and leggings until finally he was wearing them daily under his street clothes.  They became an item he was required to wear daily, even during the summer.  However during the summer I would let him substitute the thinner sheer pantyhose for his tights.

It took a funny incident to finally shove our relationship up to a different level. I had been jogging for several years before I met Andy, and enjoyed jogging in the afternoon after classes.   Andy hadn't been interested at first but as the weather got chilly I started wearing my exercise tights to jog in.  Suddenly there was an increased interest on Andy's part and he started joining me on my runs.  I wondered if it was a newly found passion for exercise or my shiny Lycra tights were turning him on.  After noticing his reaction to other women jogging in tights I had my answer and an idea. Then one afternoon I surprised him.  I called and had him meet me at the gym rather then home, and then as we were going into the gym I gave him the present.

He opened the package, first seeing the jacket.  He was delighted with the jacket, checking the fit and commenting how it matched mine. Then he noticed the bulge in the jacket pocket and pulled out his new tights.  His reaction surprised me.

When he pulled them out of the jacket pocket they unrolled on him dangling down in front as he stared at them.  "Oh my gosh," he said quickly folding them back up and trying to hand them back to me.  "These must be yours, Angela." he said as his face turned red from embarrassment.  It was all that I could do to keep from laughing as he tried to give me back the tights.

"Oh no silly, they're not mine, there part of your outfit.  I bought you have a jogging outfit identical to mine including the tights.  Now go put them on and lets go running." I said.

I didn't think it was possible but he turned redder in the face as he stood there holding the tights stammering, "But Angela, but you can't really expect me to wear them out in public. Why.. uhh....it's ...embarrassing!"  I put my foot down and stopped him before he went any further.

"Oh Yes I can and yes you will, it's part of the commitment you made at the dance!  You agreed to wear tights to please me.  I went to a lot of trouble and expense getting you this outfit, now you don't want to wear tights to go jogging, a sport where they are worn all the time.  Many men wear tights to exercise in and you know it, you've seen them often enough when we go jogging.  And don't for a moment think I haven't noticed how you watch other women and me when they wear tights.  

He shook his head and mumbled a something as I went on. "Well I want you wearing these tights while jogging with me this afternoon. Not tomorrow, today and not later, right now. "The first time is always the hardest Andy.  With a little practice you'll not have any trouble at all. Now go put them on and lets go running."  With that I gave him a kiss, turned on my heels and went into the ladies dressing room to change as he stood there still holding his new tights.  

I wasn't sure if he was going to wear the outfit or not as I waited outside the gym.  It seemed like it took forever before he finally came outside, but he was wearing the entire outfit, top, jacket and tights.  It was the first time I had really ever seen the outfit in the sunlight while someone else was wearing it.  The suit was very bright looking.  It was light silvery gray with a wide block of fuschia across the shoulders that ran down the arms and side to the waist. On the tights the fuschia stripe continued down the side spiraling two turns around the legs until it reached the ankles and became part of the foot stirrups. Andy was self-conscious wearing it; he kept tugging at the bottom of the jacket as he walked toward me.

Later on in the year he proposed to me on one college's trails while wearing his silver and fuschia jogging outfit.  I had been thinking about this for some time as I had sensed a change in him and our relationship so I wasn't completely at a loss for words when he asked me.  It was such a romantic touch when he got down on his knees in front of the bench where I was sitting to propose.  He even had a ring for me.

Copyright 2001 by Seeker