Come to the Masquarade...

[mfucker]

Catwoman:

I wouldn't want to keep him waiting; in fact I didn't dare to. I doubt that anyone else around will satisfy me as much as he probably can, or dominate me for that matter.

Apparently he wasn't the kind who like to be kept waiting - that meant I had to regain his attention.

This meant a different approach; I approached him once more, purring into his ears softly, urging him to take me once more.

 

[catlover]

Tarzan, Jane and the slave girl

As the lovely slave laid naked across my lap, and we waited for Jane to select her chosen instrument of punishment, I thought of how can we punish this pretty girl for lusting after my sexy near naked bod?

What she really needs is some loving, as my hands roamed over her ass and occasionally my fingers found their way into promised land

 

[Merelan]

slave girl

He must knwo what he was doi g to me. Making me need him even more. And every so often his fingers found my wetness. I yearned to attack him, take him. Make this God make love to me. But as I wiggled and reeacted I knew, I had disobeyed again. I was putting my needs before his.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*I noticed the Kitty and Grinned* Exuse me Cleopatra, I will Return For you later...So Dont Move. Understand? *I only got a Silent Nod, And smirked* Good. *I said Matter of Factly* Shall we My Pussy Cat? *Standing, He takes the kitty into his arms and heads for the predestined Room...Kissing her Passionately, I Drew her inside the room and Shut the Door And Locked it Tight, Letting her go slightly i smirked and circled her seductively, wondering how to attack First...I Took one of my famous false steps And Grasped her to the bedframe, My Rock Hard Cock Trying to squeeze out of my pants as i pressed against her* Tell Me how much you want me...*I said, Determined, and ready To Give her everything she wanted...*

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Bird of Paradise

He hadn’t heard a word I said. Was I so inadequate that I couldn’t even hold a man’s attention when I was half-dressed? Or was he deliberately provoking me? I was too new at this game to understand all its subtleties.

I gave him what I hoped was a regal frown as I cupped his chin in one hand and pulled his head very close to mine. Our noses were less than an inch apart. “I hope I have your undivided attention now,” I said. “Since you were so interested in the handprint on that girl’s ass, maybe I ought to give you one just like it on your own. Or two – one on each cheek. Think you might like that?”

He didn’t seem to know how to answer that. I let go of his chin and stood up, stretching my body so that my breasts were very close to his face. “I think you need a little incentive to behave properly,” I said.

I faced him and slipped my hand into my panties. The lips of my sex were a little moist, and as I stroked them they quickly became wetter. The musky scent drifted up from my body to surround us both. He watched me, wide-eyed, and I could see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard. His face was an interesting shade of pink as he watched my hand moving inside my panties. I let out a little sigh of pleasure. The sensation was wickedly exciting, but I had to remind myself not to get too carried away.

When my index and middle fingers were slick with my juices, I reluctantly removed my hand from my panties. I stretched out my arm until my fingers waved beneath his nostrils. “Like that bouquet?” I asked.

His face grew pinker still, and he opened his mouth to try and lick my fingers. I took my hand away. “Not quite,” I teased. “You have to earn the right to taste me, my dear, and you’re not quite there yet.” I stuck my fingers in my own mouth, and sucked on them for a long, luxurious moment, moving them in and out, letting him see brief glimpses of my pink tongue flickering on them.

When I was done, I gave him a sweet little smile. “Mmm, that’s nice,” I said. “Now, since we seem to be the only ones not in the Great Hall, why don’t we join the rest of the guests? Stand up, darling, and let’s go – but make sure you stay a step behind me, as befits your station. This way, if you want to look at someone’s ass, you’ll have mine.”

Slowly he rose, grimacing as his knees popped. As he stood I couldn't help glancing at his tight leather pants. Some part of him definitely likes this little game, I thought as I turned away and began walking briskly toward the Great Hall. This time, I didn't have the urge to look over my shoulder and see if he was following me.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

General Beau

An enigma..."Helene the enigma," I think. She practically had me during the last dance; humping my leg shamlessly. I know she was aroused; I could smell her. She was also playing games with my lovely Scarlett taunting her with her eyes. As the music ended, however, she zipped away - perhaps her duties prevent her from playing tonight.

Pushing Helene out of my mind, I notice that the slave to be auctioned is walking toward me. Taking her arm gently but firmly, I steer her to where Scarlett is standing by herself. Catching her eyes, I detect a flash; left to her own devices she would love to use a staff on Helene I suspect - she still has spirit - then she lowers her eyes and waits for me. Approaching I say, "Scarlett my lovely, see what I found? Should we bid on her? A plaything until tomorrow morning?" As I watch Scarlett, alert for any sign that our 'session' was wearing off, I release the slave's arm and run it down her back and over the curve of her firm ass.

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Scarlett

I looked the slave over, running my hand down her back to lay lightly on her ass. She was no better a slave than I was turning out to be, I mused. However, I knew I could bend her to my will with little effort. I leaned forward and kissed her softly, running my tongue across her lower lip before catching it between my teeth for a tiny nibble.

"Yes, my sweet Master," I whisper softly. "This slave would be quite a joy to train. I am excited by the opportunity to please you."

Stepping to his side, I slip my hand inside his shirt and rub my fingers over his naked chest, pressing my breasts against him and rubbing my thigh on his.

 

[wetneice]

Tarzan & Jane:

Jane turned when she heard a moan and noticed the slave writhing on Tarzan's lap and Tarzan himself exploring her holes with his fingers. She smiled. This made her job easier.

"Hold her down,Lover,"she ordered,"Slave,"she said harshly,"You will count these markings, but no other sound out of you or your punishment will be worse."

With that, Jane raised her arm and brought the cat-o-nine-tails down.

Cleo & the Barbarian

Cleopatra sat back, stunned at herself for responding to the rude son of a bitch, or letting him that liberty of kissing her. Glaring at his back, she saw him chase after a cat and smiled. Cats were sacred in her land, she thought in character, and it only right they be chased, caught and wishes tended.

As for her, she moved towards the auction. Let the Barbarian find her later. She would not wait for him.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

ooc: uh oh...he aint gonna like that.. *WEG* Looks like it's time to get out that Whip...

 

[mfucker]

Catwoman:

He effortlessly picks me up and returns to the room we were about to enter just only earlier in the night.

Once inside, he locked the door, and turned towards me. I wanted so much to be conquered tonight, and to be taken like never before.

He makes a move towards me, and holds me against the bedframe. As his body inches closer towards mine, his strong chest crushes my heavy tits against my chest, and I could make out the hardness pressing against my navel. By the feel of it, he was definitely bigger than I had expected.

Teasing him once more, I purr softly in his ears.

'Of course I want you; but how much do you want me, and what do you want to do to me?' I asked, all the while the sly smile never leaving my face.

 

[catlover]

Tarzan, Jane and the slave girl

"OhJane - be careful where you aim that cat-o-nine tails! You hit me with that one", as I got a flick of the blow on me, but most of it hit the sweet ass of the slave, leaving a bright red welt. As she wound up for another swing, I suggested maybe this wench was good for better things than having her ass reddened.

"Why dont you lie down and take a rest and let her service you the way you want to be serviced, and I'll take care of her bottom. We certainly dont want her scarred, and I know just the salve for her"

 

[Roland Gilliad]

Everything...And Anything...*I said in a matter-of-fact tone of voice..And Brought her up upon the bed And sucked on her tit through the body suit, causing her to moan just slightly as he caressed her, He Opened her legs and dived in, Ah, A Perfectly placed Slit in the Costume, Easily spreading it, i took a deep smell of her Wetness rising out of her Soaking Cunt..I took a Lick...Ohhh she tasted So Good....but now was not the time for formalitys, Climbing upon the bed i stalked her all the way to the other end, where my pants gave way and my 9 Incher Sprung Forth, Hard as Steel and a vein or two bulging on it, he planted a long senuous French kiss on her before drawing back* you are mine....Forever and ever..*He Aimed the Head of his Dick at her pussy, and Drove his entire Length into her with one thrust....*

 

[mfucker]

Catwoman:

He had me on the bed in a swift motion, and got on top of me. My pussy quivered as I anticipated his next move. He brings his face down over my chest, and starts to suck my nipple with my suit on. It was such a turn-on, as I could almost feel his warm breath over it, and yet the suit was all that separated my nipples from his expertly tongue.

Moving further down the suit, his head nestled between my legs, he starts to part my legs. It was only till then did I realise there was a slit at my pussy, which he used to his full advantage.

After some teasing with his tongue, he finally got down to business. I loved the way he was treating me, rough and aggressive yet there was always an element of tenderness.

He hovers above me once more; I can tell he is trying to free his cock. Once freed, it sticks out above my hips at its full length, the sheer size of it made me gasp in awe. With quivering hands I reach out to guide it to the slit in my costume, and in a single thrust he fills my wet pussy to the hilt. I scream in pleasure.

I was his to do as he pleased, having lost total control of myself and the situation, as he continues to bang away at my pussy. It felt so good to be dominated and treated roughly by this strong man. I held him by his hips, his hands placed on either side of my head as he continued to bang away, sending waves of orgasms through my body with every stroke...

 

[Merelan]

Helene:
"Who would like to start the bidding on sweet Angel?"

slave:
Suddenly she struck, the sting unbearable. I cried out, though she had told me not to. That simply got me another.
Then he stopped her, thank God. She had hit him also, and he hadn't liked it.
He held me close as we stood, and they talked. I didn't care what they wanted, I would do anything to please him, or her.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*it was Increadable, Every Stroke was a Lightning strike of Pleasure as i Fucked Deeper and deeper into her soaking pussy, Taking All of Her and putting all of me Inside...Sending wave after wave of pleasure Crashing through my mind as i Fucked her Mercillessly, Pounding her into the bed with every Stroke as It began to wear on my mind, But i stood fast with my Iron Fortitude, determined to Fuck her Silly.*

 

[Thor's Hammer]

General Beau

As Scarlett rubs against me like a cat, I am watching the others in the room. For a moment, I am Mayor and my innate curiosity is piqued. "Who are all these people. I know most of them, I suspect." Musing for a moment more, I shake my head to clear it and become General Beau once again.

"I think I would enjoy seeing you train her, my lovely whore. I think I will bid," I say to Scarlett. Inwardly, I am amused. Scarlett is no more a slave than I am. However, I saw, during our half hour 'training session,' flashes of real fear. She is just not sure how far I would go...besides, I can see the excitement that she cannot hide when she touches the slave. Pleasure might be heightened if I acquire the slave for the night. I think about the bidding and, laughing to myself, wonder if I might write the bid off as a charitable conribution. Although I am honest, several choice investment opportunities while I have been Mayor have allowed me to amass a substantial 'nest egg.'

Slipping back into my role as General Beau I raise my hand diffidently and respond to Helene, "I will start the bidding at $250."

Scanning the room, I wonder who will decide to challenge General Beau.

 

[mfucker]

Catwoman:

I want to feel his rough hands on my bare tits; I reach up to the zipper at my neck, and pull it down to about the middle of my torso.

His pounding becomes harder and harder, as I now desperately grip the sheets on either side of me, trying to hold on as he drives me further and further up the bed, and deeper into my pussy.

He had no intention of letting up, and his rapid strokes only cause me to orgasm once more, my pussy closing in tightly around his pounding cock.

 

[Merelan]

Helene:

"I hear $250, do I hear $300?"

 

[Kepic]

"$300" I said, with a laugh, "I guess I can't offer any ambrosia for her, Zeus would not be pleased with me if I did that, so mortal coin will have to do".

 

[Master T.]

OOC: My sincere apologies to the lovely Ladies playing with me ... I am aware there is nothing more annoying in a RP than finding your “partner” missing more often than not, so if you would prefer to join any of the other men I sure will understand. I have the hope though that I will manage a post almost every day now , so maybe I am given another chance??

IC: Thomas Gordon / Sheik

The dinner had been excellent and the company of my harem girls was delightful. Sucking their fingers in a sensual sensuous way after each bite that was offered to my mouth was a dessert all in itself and sure spiced up the things more than I would have thought the dinner needed.

I was glad my wide Kaftan covered the growing bulge in my pants as the women fed me and themselves – and I was truly feeling like lost in a dream of 1001 nights. The heavy red wine was slowly dulling my senses it seemed – or were those desert flowers exchanging meaningful glances I could not comprehend? I dismissed the though and returned my attention to the party – and soon the dinner was finished and the auction was going to start, as, what I knew by now, our wild hostess announced. I sure wasn’t interested in more slaves tonight – the sun and the moon at my sides, what else could a man ask for? And both ready to serve and obey like a sheik should be treated.. it was lovely .. but I wouldn’t let them know …

So I placing a hand on each back, slightly above the pleasant curves and feminine rounds still hidden under layers of cloth I meant to get rid of soon, I lead them out to the hall to where the auction was supposed to be. My hands getting bolder as we stood and waited for the things to come .. my voice whispering little teases along with the most elaborate compliments I could muster into the ears of my mysterious and secretive beauties.

There was dancing going on, and I felt like feeling the Odaliske in my arms – tight and close, and letting her feel my desire for her – hoping she might respond with similar passion as I felt glowing in my veins. So I asked her to dance – since she had been the first to greet me it only seemed appropriate to have the first dance with her.

My little Moonbeam seemed to be restless and so she excused herself as we stepped onto the dance floor and excused herself to go wandering, soon lost to my sight. A few songs later I saw her again – at the side of our hostess, seemingly involved in a conversation … but then the auction caught my eye.

My hand possessively around the waist of my gold and blue harem girl I watched, allowing my hand to roam freely all over her back and derriere – I was too excited after the dancing to be able to hold back, and hadn’t the auction been on the schedule I would have taken her to a secluded spot to show her the pole that was building the Bedouin tent in my pants. And I sure wouldn’t have minded sharing that tent with the Moon-and-Stars –girl who hadn’t even give me a name to call her. Right now I was sending her glances across the room, my eyes ordering her back at my side .. and my loins hoping she would follow my call, just as much as I hoped my Odaliske would be serving me and sharing those pleasures her manner so far had been promising.

OOC: Ladies – I hope I don’t take too many liberties with your characters, but you are simply irresistible to not be “taken advantage of”

 

[Bran Jones]

They were on the dance floor again, and after a deep passionate kiss, she had guided his mouth down to her neck, which he now was showering with hot kisses. Suddenly he hears her whisper in his ear “I want you.” Almost stunned he stops kissing her, and for what feels like an eternity, he is trying to determine if he had heard what he heard. He decides that he had, and then move his head so his mouth is placed close to her ear and whisper back “I want you too Darling!”

After these words he’s guiding her off the dance floor for the third time that evening, and towards a small library he had noticed earlier in the evening. It still looked unoccupied since the door to it was fully open, and once inside, he saw that his assumption had been correct, and that it was empty. He quickly closed the door, and was happy to see a key in the lock, so he locked the door to ensure the two of them their privacy.

He then turned to Darling again and gently guided her to the couch in the room. Once there he sat down and guided her down on his knees so she were sitting facing him. They kissed passionately again, and their hands were now wandering over their bodies again, caressing as wild. He let his mouth move away from her mouth and down her neck, kissing his way down to the exposed top of her chest, and cupping her breasts on the outside of her dress, caressing and squeezing them gently.

 

[ManOSafety]

Realizing he was caught, he has no answer to whatever her question had been. Seeing her anger, she grabs his face, pulling it within inches of her own as she talks to him. She saw him staring at that slave girls ass, the hand print in bright red upon it, suggesting that maybe she will have to do the same to him.

Standing in front of him now, stretching, her chest right in front of his face, it would be so easy for him to lean forward slightly and begin to nibble and suck, to feel her nipples harden in his mouth, but there he goes again, thinking and not listening to her. Swallowing hard, he looks up at her, hoping she has not noticed his inattention.

Her hand slides down her body and into her panties. From the movements he sees, he can tell that she is touching herself, pleasuring herself. Her scent soon rises between them, surrounding them, he can feel his cock twitching, stirring, growing. His face flushes as he watches her, as he wants her.

At last, she slips her hand back out of her panties, he can see her fingertips glistening with her juices. She thrusts her hand into his face. As he opens his mouth to lean forward and clean her juices off of her fingers, she quickly pulls them away and places them in her own mouth. As she licks her fingers clean, sucking on them, he imagines that mouth on his cock, sucking and licking and feels himself throbbing even more, growing fully erect in his tight leather pants.

As she turns away and heads back into the Great Hall, he hears her tell him to remain a step behind. Quickly standing, feeling his knees pop as he does so, he moves to follow her, staying close behind her, his eyes downcast. As he follows, he realizes that from his vantage point, he can watch her delightful ass as it sways in front of him, keeping his cock rockhard with desire for her.

When she comes to a stop in the Great Hall, he almost bumps into her, but manages to stop himself short. Taking a half-step backwards, he maintains the one step distance she has prescribed. Glancing around quickly, he notices the slave girl has begun circulating around the room. Stopping with the Confederate general and a Southern belle.

 

[teresafannin]

Tessa: As I wandered back into the ballroom, Helene came to stand at her side. Helene knew that I felt somewhat out of place here. As we talked, I could see the Sheik & Odaliske dancing. I could also see the look in the Sheik's eyes, willing me back to his side. I debated with myself, should I return to him or stay with Helene. Our mysterious hostess fascinated me in a way that no one had before. As the auction began, she asked if I wanted to participate or to stay with her for awhile. I hesitated, but knowing that I may never have the opportunity to get to know a woman like Helene, I opted to stay by her side. I smiled at the Shiek, noting his look of disappointment, but also knowing that the lovely Odaliske would keep him more than satisfied, for the time being, at least. As Helene began the auction, he looked at the slave walking through the crowd. I knew then that I had made the right decision, should he win the lovely slave, he would have more than enough to keep him busy. I wondered at the comment Helene made about my date & the unseen watchers. Again, my novelist's curiousity was aroused & I wanted to learn more of this mysterious woman who was our hostess.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

General Beau

In a slightly bored tone the General bids, "$350."

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Scarlett

I continue to stimulate the General's body using my own, rubbing my breasts on his arm, his back, his chest.
"Do you think you might enjoy watching me train the slave how to properly...stimulate you, my Master?" My husky whisper in his ear along with my tongue flicking across his earlobe, have their desired effect. I can feel a stirring in my Master's groin...