Come to the Masquarade...

[Merelan]

OOC:
Do you realize that was your 69th post? wooooo...... That must mean something.

 

[teresafannin]

IC: My hands were shaking as I opened the beautiful box. The attached note said it was my costume for the masquerade & that I was to be costumed in "the raiment of the stars." I had never seen anything so beautiful. A silver gown, so sheer that the light shone through it. Silver slippers, made to fit my feet perfectly, how could the host know my shoe size? A set of silver jewelry, coronet, silver hand flowers (bracelet & ring combinations to faire goers), & silver anklets with tiny bells. I was unsure of undergarments, so feeling very mysterious & exotic, I chose to wear nothing. Leaving my hair down, the coronet resting on my brow, I felt I looked appropriately mysterious for the masquerade. The note had also said a car would come pick me up, oobviously, the host knew that I did not own a car. Finding my black velvet faire cape & a silver mask in the bottom of the box, I was ready for what I felt(& hoped) would be a night to remember.

[Edited by teresafannin on 10-11-2000 at 07:44 PM]

 

[Countess DeWinter]

OCC: DAMN!! My 69th post and I was all alone!

 

[Silverlily]

Lily

The box had arrived by courier. I quickly unwrapped it and gasped. The dress was gorgeous, a rich brown with threads of gold throughout. The neckline, while demure, was still low enough to show the swell of my breasts. Underneath the dress were several petticoats and the barest, sheerest thong I had ever seen.

My hands trembled as I undressed. The silken undergarments felt like heaven next to my skin. The bodice of the dress held my breasts like a lover's embrace. The matching slippers were a perfect fit. Brushing out my long russet hair so it shown, I added the second to the last piece, a brown velvet band with an amber heart. The amber practically glowed with a life of it's own.

Checking the clock, I knew the car that had been sent would be arriving shortly. Now I added the final piece of my costume, a green silk blindfold complete with two pads to completely block my sight. My role for this party was that of a princess, doomed to eternal darkness. A curse that could only be broken by the kiss of my true love. I carefully felt my way to a chair and waited for the driver.

 

[Guest]

The package arrived with special instructions. I opened it carefully. Inside was a beautiful "harem's" outfit in blue and gold silk. The material was very high quality, and well made. As I put it on, it fit perfectly. I was amazed. Someone had done their homework.

I began doing my hair, as instructed, carefully pulling it back in cascading curls. My hair had natural waves, and was easy to add the extra intended curl with a mere curling iron.

The invitation was vague in regard to whom would be assigned to me as a master, but went into depth what was required of my behaviour. The lifestyle I was assigned to portray was not chosen by my character freely. Enslaved captured woman. Who would be captive to whom?

 

[catlover]

Tarzan and Jane

ooc: any lady not already enrolled want to take the part of Wendy, my date?

ic: Wendy, my rural mail lady, arrived with a very small pkg. We thought it might be my (our) costume for the party so we opened it together.

In my dreams i imagined myself as Tarzan - king of the apes and lord of the jungle, otherwise known locally as Lord Beaver. Since obviously everyone would recognize me from my Johnny Weismuller days on film, and having won five gold Olympic medals in swimming - of course it was the 1928 Olympics - (you all saw them on TV didnt you?) i did wear a full mask.


Picked up Wendy in her "Jane" costume, what there was of it. I would guess there might be about a yard of material (or less) between us - with me in my loincloth and her in her khaki colored shorts (very short) and top. Well, I did have a vine wrapped around my neck with one end hanging down the front and the other down the back. Since Wendy didnt know anyone and wanted to meet everyone she didnt have on a mask to cover her beautiful face and lovely long blond hair

So with the top down on the Merz we drove off to the party at the appointed time, looking forward to seeing all the costumes our host and hostess selected for everyone

 

[wetneice]

Momentary confusion: Do I pick my own costume or did you assign me one?

 

[mfucker]

Jesse:

The costume was purr-fect. (couldn't resist) Body suits always showed off my fantastic body, and most of all my cleavage. On top of that, black was my colour.

The day finally arrived, and I tried on the costume for the first time. Due to the nature of the costume, no underwear was warranted; hell I didn't want to wear any either.

I took a moment to admire my naked body, I played a little with my nipples before I decided it was time. I stepped into the leg-holes, pulling the tight-fitting material over my lovely slim legs.

Pulling it up, I put my hands through the sleeves. The costume zips up from the front, and as I worked the zip up my navel then to under my breasts, I noticed a patch of 'fur' covering my pussy. I smiled - ingenious.

My large tits were a tight squeeze, yet the custom-made costume was perfect. It gave me enough room to tuck my tits in, but yet it was still tight enough to accentuate the sheer size of my breasts. My breasts stood out like two mounds, with not even a hint of sag to them. I was pleased at the sight.

Finally, the hood to cover my face. It looked fantastic. My red-blood lipstick stood out from my face, and with only my eyes and lips visible, there was a mysterious aura about me that I absolutely loved.

The limo pulled in at the driveway, and honked twice to signal for my departure.

Comfortably seated in the backseat, I catch the glance of the driver. He looks away quickly, knowing that it is not within his duties to look. Ahhh....this was going to be a great night.

 

[Fetish Angel]

I sat comfortably in my sofa, reading the score and studying them when the doorbell rang. It was the delivery boy, and he handed me a beautiful box. I immediately knew that was my costume. I thanked him, and closed the door excitedly. I squealed, and rush to my living room.

Opening the box up, I found a beautiful but simple white sleeveless gown, and my instructions. I was to arrive before everyone else, and I will obey anyone that speaks to me. I had to wear a silver chain which will attach to a leash.

I dressed immediately, and put on the appropriate chain and leash. Just when I finished, a car honked outside and I knew it was my ride. I combed my hair so it looked shinier than it already was, and ran out the door bare foot. Good thing was that I already took a shower.... A nice Jaguar was outside, and I got in immediately.

The car drove for about 15 to 20 minutes, and I found myself at a grand mansion. I knocked, and bowed my head. I noticed someone open the door, and I walked in. No one had arrived yet, and I was glad I followed the instruction.... I'm so nervous now...

 

[Merelan]

OOC:

Wetniece... I am sorry. Not sure what happened. I sent it to the email you have listed but it must have gotten lost.
Here it is. Any questions just email. Enjoy.

Wetniece Raven: 5'6, 20 years old, college student, long, thick, black hair, green eyes, nice figure. Cleopatra in all her
>splendour. It was said that her beauty drove men crazy with desire and passion. With just a word or look whole nations went to
>war. Show us tonight that she lives on in you.
>>

 

[ShyGoddess]

She was a bundle of excitement by the time the delivery boy arrived with her package. She ripped open the box before she even made it to the bed room. Reading the directions carefully, she beamed. Princess Corana, an exhiled wood nymph? Perfect, she felt like being high sprited and innocent all at the same time. Her costume made her gasp. It was absolutly beautiful. Vines and leaves to tangle in her long main of hair, a green satin mask that made her violet eyes glow like amethisists. The dark brown leather bikini was adorned with the same green satin as her mask, and it covered very little of her body. There were no shoes in the box, and so Quinn decided to go without.

Following the instructions, she applied her makeup and added silver sparkles to give her face an elven glow, and then covered the left half with a tangle of her hair, pulling the rest back and confining it with the vines. The horn honked just as she was finishing, and Quinn raced down to the waiting car with all the spirit of the wood nymph she was supposed to be.

 

[Merelan]

As planned Angel arrived first.I let her wait a few minutes out in the chilled air. Then slowly opened. It was the first she knew it was me. We had met at the local coffee shop, and over the last few months had grown close. I saw the shock register as she realized all that she had revealed to me, and how I was using it all tonight. blushing a deep crimson, but still determined to play,
she stepped in.I watched her, delighted she had chosen to attend. There was such a fine beauty about her, but it was lost in todays world of aggression and demand. Hers was a submissive soul, trapped in a woman trying to be the controlling female she feels society wants of hers. Never would she find happiness if she did not surrender herself to her Masters pleasures, and in doing, discover
the love of submission.
For now I took her hand and gently smiled.
"Forgive me? I know right now you are confused and worried. But no one will truly hurt you tonight. I promise. That isn't allowed, ever. What we want to show you tonight is your true self. The inner soul that you have shown me from time to time. please." She smiled back, somehow, knowing, that I would watch over her.
I led her into the great hall. It was all lit with chandeliers and candles. A thousand candles flickered as a slight wind wandered through. Yes, a thousand, and I had lit every one of them. There in the center was a plain black dais. It was round and three feet high, and rotated when I started it. I explained now what I expected of her, trying to sound business like, but always a bit tender.
"You shall sit here. I would love to have you kneeling, in the nude. For your body is exquisite, but... I have a game I am playing tonight, and you are the prize. I don't want you to be too chilled, or tired from kneeling to complete our fun. Yes, our fun. For tonight, you belong to whomever wins the game, an auction actually. The money that I shall get from your sale will go to your orchestra. I know you need it, that your funding has been cut, again. So, in a sense, this is your civic duty. For you shall fetch a high price. You shall sit here, quietly. No words spoken unless you are asked or told to speak. If you move or disobey, anyone
near you may punish you. Understand?"
She stood there like a stricken deer, not quite comprehending.
"You see dear, you need this humiliation before you are in the proper state of submission. You are proud of yourself, your accomplishments, your body. And you should be. But you must learn that they are all for the one who will cherish your gift of submission, and treat it as the tender offering it deserves." I helped her up the dais and sat her, her legs together, hands folded
on lap, but kept her head high and eyes lowered. There.
I stepped back to watch.
From above us our Host was watching, I felt his gaze, wondering if he would bid for her himself.
"Perfection." He voice echoed through the hall, and again she reminded me of a deer, jumping at his voice, and looking around.
"No dear. That is our Host. And you moved. You must learn to control your motions. This time I shall let it go." Here I paused and turned to leave.
"Oh" And turned back as if I had forgotten something. "It slipped my mind, but..." and pulled a bell from my pocket, ringing it.
"Every time you hear this bell, you are to stand, drop your robe and strike this pose." I demonstrated it. The classic Eve. Hand on hip, one leg slightly cocked, head high, but eyes lowered.
"And take a deep breath, count to thirty slowly, and the you may dress and sit again. If at any time someone chooses to touch you, allow it. But if it gets too much, or too friendly. You have the right to say no. You mustn't be damaged goods. Oh yes, you are not to get down from there, at all. And this shall stop you. I pulled a small bracelet from my pocket and clasped it to her ankle. It had a short chain that clipped to the stool.
"There. That should be everything. Don't worry, I shall be taking you for walks around the party every so often, so you can use the bathroom then if you need. Any questions? You may speak if you want."
I paused but saw she was thinking only of her future, wondering if she had perhaps trusted the wrong person with her deepest needs. I was bound to assure her this night, that she had not.
I left her then, knowing he was watching her from above. I had my own attire to attend too, and he had yet to tell me what I was to portray this evening.

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Shari

Waiting for the driver, I put a few last touches on my makeup. I could not believe the nervous tremors in my stomach. The limo arrived, I grabbed my emerald green mask and stepped out into the future...
The drive was short and I arrived at an oppulent mansion where a few other limos were discharging passengers. I discovered that climbing steps wearing shackles was difficult and I had to...good god, I had to mince! I desperately wanted to play a perfect Southern lady, but I knew it would be difficult with these shackles. Did they symbolize society's restrictions I felt on my life? On my ability to be who I really was? Did I even know who I was -- Mistress, or Slave?
I stepped through the door opened for me and saw an exquisite young woman in a white gown standing on a small dias. At the sound of a bell, she rose, disgarded her dress and posed. Naked, so everyone could see her. I was momentarily transfixed by her beauty.
A few other guests had arrived and were being served drinks by a formal-looking butler. They were also beautifully dressed in jewel tones as I was. Hearing my name, I turned to greet out hostess. I was dying to meet her and our host, who knew me so well.

 

[Kepic]

A finely-wrapped package was delivered to my door. I thanked the messenger who had brought it, and sat down in my now at last properly furnished lounge. The last of the cardboard boxes stowed away in the attic.

I read the small letter, and then opened the box, pulling out the costume that had been assigned to me.

A set of leggings, covered with thick curly brown fur, save over the groin, where the sheer black fabric underneath was exposed. A set of reed pipes to hang on a cord woven of grass about my neck, and a large, cork-stoppered bladder wineskin to hang from a leather cord over one of my shoulders, one which felt over half full, though I decided not to open it, yet. A vine which had some dark grapes still hanging from it, to place upon my head.

The mask lay at the bottom, and I almost gingerly picked it up. It was made of light wood, carved in a fashion I could only describe as classic greek, varnished to a rosy tan. It sported a short beard, painted the same colour as my hair, jutting from the angular chin, and a pair of small horns from the forehead.

After I had washed and changed, I waited for the car that the letter said would be sent to take me to the party, practicing to get a hearty laugh which I felt would be right for the role given. It arrived shortly thereafter, and I hurried out of the door, and slipped into the back seat the driver had opened for me.


After a short drive, I was finally at the elegant mansion where the party was to be held.

Pan loved parties.

 

[Merelan]

I was astonished at my costume. Never before had he let me be anything but his servant, in all its variants. This time he told me I was Deadly Beauty. Inspired from a Luis Royo painting he had recently acquired. I saw the painting then for the first time, and blushed. She was a wild beauty. With the help of the two ladies hired for the occasion, I soon looked like her, or as close as a mere mortal could. My long hair curled and wildly teased. A golden girdle around my waist, holding me in tighter, and cupping each breast, barely covered by a thin layer of gray lace. For panties I wore a braided leather thong. The front barely wide
enough to cover my thin strip of hair. I had a bit of trouble getting used to the thigh high black boots, but adored the tops, made of silver but looking like lace.
Around my arms they wound strips of the pelt of a snow leopard, letting some of it hang and dangle. My mask only covered the top half of my face, but was of thin leather, again embellished with silver woven into a lace. But, instead of a sword, a whip hung at my side, and a small dagger was thrust in each boot. I strutted and twirled, delighting in the chance to play this character,
hoping to please my Host, my lover.
"The guests are staring to arrive my dear." I heard his voice from a speaker at my bedside.
I blew it/him a kiss, knowing he could see me from a hundred different cameras, and with one last look, left.
Descending the staircase I saw the slave girl, sitting quietly as a few of the other guests walked in a were greeted by Harmon, the butler/bodyguard. He, and his fellow servers were there to ensure that no one was really hurt or forced. I could not be everywhere at once, and the Host only interfered when absolutely necessary. I licked my lips at Harmon, winked and strode past, knowing he was watching every move I made. In the past we had often slept together, well, not much sleeping, and knew he would appreciate this costume.
I glided up to Shari as she entered, watching her stumble, and knowing why. She turned at the sound of her voice, and, as with Angel, recognized me. I held a finger to my lips.
"Shhh. No names tonight, let this be your awakening." I gave her a quick hug and led her inside, purposefully striding faster then I knew her shackled ankles would let her move. I gestured to Harmon and he returned with a glass of her favorite wine, a
chilled zinfandel.
"Tonight let your passions reign, let your needs and desires come first. Please you soul here, and rejoice in our gifts to you."
I left her there, a bit confused, but knew this strong woman would be willing to explore her other self, the one she thought she had kept hidden.
On to the other guests, making sure as they arrived that they all got their favorite drinks and were welcomed. I also explained to them then if they saw the slave toy move or misbehave in anyway, she was to be punished immediately. Slapped or pinched to show her she must accept her lowly lot. I saw her eyes react, for I was watching, but she sat still. I thought to myself how sweet and lucky she was. This night would bring them all such wonders, that would forever change their lives.

 

[Synnocence]

Orin

As she once again arrived home from work a few days later, there was a package waiting for Orin. Her eyes lighted up as she nearly yanked it from her landlord's hands, a giggle haunting the air as she stormed the stairs to her apartment. She read the note enclosed within and quirked a brow, just wondering if the whole.. "In charge" scenario was really her bit, though she knew she craved the role of domination, for she was always the underdog. As she peeled the tissue paper away, her hand flew to her chest and she gasped, never having seen something so beautiful that would be her own. She immediately released it from the confines of its box and flew to her floor-length mirror, a dreamy look held in her eyes. First she placed the garter belt on, and then the tight, black thigh-highs were drawn over her slender and fair skin, giving a wonderful contrast. She then slipped the gown on, and the scarlet velvet clung to her tasty figure. The four-inch stiletto heels displayed her petite feet, the nails upon them soon matched the dress' material. Her auburn hair was then placed into an elegant upsweep upon her cranium, small tendrils flowing down to frame her cheeks. Dark, earthy colors bedecked her sparkling eyes, and a wild berry hue was lacquered onto her voluptuous lips. Her eyelashes decorated her shining orbs, and a thin line of black was drawn from the crease of her eyes and outwards, to give her a relatively Egyptian look. She then searched her drawers to find a pair of earrings that would match with the final object, which was the pendant. The most marvelous ruby was clasped about her neck, the jewel heavy between her pert yet supple breasts. She knew that tonight would definitely be a night to remember as she stalked out of her abode like a wild cat on the prowl.. Startling the landlord as she walked by the front desk, a demure wink being forced at him as she passed out to her wicked car, which also matched the velvet of her apparel. And all the while.. All she could think to herself was.. "Purest of hearts.. Are not found within human beings. Hmhmhm.. And attone they shall."

[Edited by Synnocence on 10-12-2000 at 02:29 PM]

 

[Tyriel]

Nick

OOC: Nick, 21yo, 160lbs, 5'10, tanned and atheletic.

IC: I picked the crown out from under the box and raised it up to the light. Surely it couldn't be made of pure gold. I weighed it up in my hand and twitched my lip. It surely LOOKED like real gold. It FELT like real gold. Maybe it is. Not that it really mattered. That was not the point of the evening. The point of the evening. The thought brought a little smile to my lips. I shoke my head at myself, and placed the crown over my head, grabbed the cloak and wrapped it over my shoulders.

I wandered towards the door, my shoulders arched back and my head held high. I felt like a lordly King. Tonight shall be a night to be remembered... Everything shall be fit for a king. Nothing less. And with that, I opened up the door, to be greeted by the horse carriage I organized earlier to bring me to the venue. Perfect.

 

[ShyGoddess]

Quinn felt like a little girl again. When the car pulled up to the to the mansion and the door swung open, she had to stop herself from jumping out and racing to the top.

"I feel like Cinderella, if a little less covered," she murmured, just before she gave in to her first impulse. She raced up the stairs and would have skidded to a stop at the door, but it was already open, so she just continued right on through.

Her feet carried her like they had wings attached and her laughter tinkled like bells, but the sight in the middle of the large room, stopped her in her tracks. The beautiful girl reminded her of a painting she had saw when she was a little girl. She was proud and stubborn and begging to be broken. Tonight Quinn had a feeling she would be.

She continued on her path, feeling more and more like the mischievious nymph she was supposed to be. She couldn't have been more happy. All her life she had been the prim and proper lady to please her mother. But tonight was her night, and she was going to savour every moment of it.

 

[Merelan]

There was my little nymph, and strode over to her. My hand falling to her shoulder unexpectedly. She spun, and then smiled.
"Yes dear. Enjoy yourself tonight. And maybe the God Pan will appear and welcome you back home."
At that I spun away, striding away without letting her respond.

 

[Synnocence]

Orin

OOC: Erm.. I apologize for posting twice in one day.. I.. Think. ~squeaks~

IC: Orin wheeled her way into the driveway.. Presumably there's parking. She grins as the valet approaches her, a ways off from the mansion itself, to open her door for her. The first thing that leaves the machine are her feet, clad in those shocking stiletto heels. She stands immediately after and smirks coyly at the driver, he gets in the car and then drives away. She walks the short distance to the mansion itself.. Knowing that tonight is going to be a wild ride, and a ride which will definitely have no regrets.

 

[teresafannin]

IC as Tessa: As the car swept up the driveway, I caught my breath at the magnificent house. I was a bit nervous, but the driver smiled reassuringly at me & got out to open the door. I took off my cape & walked up the stairs. I could hear the little bells on my ankle bracelets tinkling softly. I walked into the entry way, paused a moment to look at the candles, there must have been at least 1000 of them, shining brightly, giving the room a faery-like glow. I stood quietly, unsure of where I was supposed to go or what I was supposed to do.

 

[Ticklish Girl]

When the box arrived, I knew instinctively that it contained the costume. After thanking the deliveryman I hurried inside with the precious package, my cheeks flaming. I raced upstairs to my bedroom and carefully placed the box on my bed. It looked so innocent sitting there on my flowery bedspread. Just like the creamy white envelope that had arrived a few days ago, it begged to be opened, and I did so with the utmost care. I could feel my pulse beating in my throat. I had absolutely no idea what I would find.

The sheet of paper was the first thing that caught my eye. I lifted it out of the box and saw the same lovely script that had so impressed me on the invitation. There were only a few lines, simple instructions regarding my persona and costume. At first I didn’t comprehend what I was reading, and I had to go over the words a couple of times. I could feel a strange new sensation in the pit of my stomach. It wasn’t fear, exactly, but rather a species of excitement that I had never known before, even during my recent romantic misadventure. Laying the sheet aside, I dived into the box again.

The items I pulled out would have seemed unrelated to each other had I not read the instructions first. A sheer white bra and a thong. A large tube of body glitter. And lastly, dozens of feathers, all shapes and sizes and colors. I couldn’t resist taking one of them and experimentally running the silky fronds over the palm of my hand. An exquisitely light touch, so much lighter than that of human fingers. The sensation made me shiver.

A little reluctantly, I put the feather back on the pile and surveyed the items on my bed. Together they created the persona I would assume this evening: a bird woman, fallen to earth. The feathers and glitter were my plumage, meant to arouse the interest even as they concealed me. I swallowed hard and felt that tremor of strange excitement once again.

The bra and thong fit me perfectly. Whoever put this together either knew me well enough to know my size, or was one hell of a good guesser. The bra supported my ample bust better than any bra I’d bought for myself in a long time. The sheerness of the material made me blush. It would be very easy for anyone to see my nipples, or the outline of my shaved mound. The box had contained no shoes, and I pondered for a moment before remembering that in my closet I had a perfect pair of white 3-inch heels, worn only once. I found them right away and slipped them on my bare feet. The heels were long and slender – if anyone asked, I could say they were my talons.

Now came the hard part: the feathers. I spent the better part of an hour sticking them strategically to my shoulders, upper chest, hips and thighs. I placed many of the smaller ones in my hair, holding them in place with bobby pins. If they fell out, it would only enhance the image of a fallen bird. Lastly came the glitter, which I liberally applied all over upper body and limbs, drawing whatever abstract designs came into my head.

When I was done, I checked my image in the mirror. I didn’t recognize myself at all. I looked like a wild creature escaped from some exotic zoo. I had to hand it to the mysterious host/hostess. This was a persona I never would have picked for myself, yet it fit me as perfectly as the bra and thong. I had never thought of birds in a sensual way before, but now as I looked at my reflection, I realized that it made perfect sense to think of them that way. After all, a bird could be the predator, or it could be the prey.

The honk of a horn brought me out of my reverie. My car was here! Quickly I descended the stairs, stopped to grab my evening bag, then hurried outside to the luxury sedan I had hired. If the driver thought it odd that a bird woman climbed into his backseat, he gave no indication. He spoke not a word as he took me to the mansion, seeming to know the way. As the glorious house came in view, my heart began to pound again, and my mind returned to the subject of birds as predator or prey.

Which one was I?

 

[wetneice]

Raven:

Raven accepted the package from what appeared to be a knowing delivery man. His eyes had raked her figure, she was certain of it. Was he a guest, she wondered.

She opened the box and drew out the dress on top. It was linen white, which an inch thing gold border on the collar. The dress was long, but had a deep slit on the left leg that would reach to her hip. It also had slits in the front. Curious, she stripped down and pulled it over. Once it was on, she laughed. The slits were discreet nipple holes. Already the thought of people seeing her nipples made them harden and stick out prominently.

A gold belt of snake design encircled her waist, with a matching snake cuff on her upper arm. A headress went onto her head. It was gold circlet with and intricate Egyptian design on the front, and it complemented her dark hair and bangs.

The last thing in the box besides the gold sandals was a curious snake charm. It was two small gold snake head whose teeth opened and closed, looped together by a chain. With a laugh and a warming in her pussy, she clipped them onto her exposed nipples ensuring their hardness.

No underwear, she thought. Well, Cleopatra apparently didn't have any. Already she was thinking like the queen, holding her head up high as she got into her Jeep. Would Marc Anthony be present, she wondered.

Wendy (if this is okay):

Wendy smiled as she pulled on the costume her lover had left her. It was exactly what she wanted: the costume of an ancient Druid sacrifice. Her dress was low cut, white and thin, letting her strip of pussy hair and dark nipples shine through. A dark red belt looped around her waist and a wreath of flowers sat on her head. Oh yes, this was going to be fun...

 

[Thor's Hammer]

General Beauregard Thor

As I walked to the door of my office, I glanced at the mirror in the lobby. Looking back at me was a masked Confederate General, perfectly tailored gray uniform, rakish hat, but with his face hidden. The eyes behind the mask were blue - piercingly blue. The mask covered the face, except for the mouth. Epaulettes of rank gleamed on the shoulders - the high boots perfectly polished. A sword hung from the leather belt. The only unusual thing about the uniform was the key dangling from a cord around the General's neck. With a smile at the mirror, I headed for the waiting limo and the evening's events. A short ride through town brought us to a long driveway. The limo glided silently up the paved drive to the old Greerson mansion that became visible through the trees.

As I exited the limo I looked at the setting. A veritable forest cradled the mansion; perfectly tended grounds stretching in all directions. Brushing an imaginary fleck of lint from my uniform, I ascended the steps to the front door - a vague sense of excitement coursing through my veins.

[Edited by Thor's Hammer on 10-13-2000 at 01:19 AM]

 

[Silverlily]

Lily

There was a knock at my door. Nervously, I called out, "Come in." A man's voice explained he was my ride for the evening, to please come with him. Firmly, but gently, he took my hand, one arm encircling my waist to steady me. I allowed myself to be lead out to the waiting car. Settled in securely, we left.

Deprived of sight, time had little meaning. I had no clue as to how long we had travelled, but we arrived seemingly as soon as we left. Again, gently supporting me, my guide led me up some stairs into a building and deposited me into a plush chair. Before I could thank him, I heard his footsteps retreating.

Judging by the echoes I heard, the room was large and filling with people. My sense of smell sharpened, I could make out the scents of perfume, wine, and desire. Nearby, I heard the clink of a chain and a woman's voice explaining the slave bound with the chain was too be punished if she moved. Giggling, I said in her general direction, "You have nothing to fear from me tonight, I'm as bound as you are."

With a sigh, I settled back into the chair. My belly turning circles with anticipation. What would tonight hold and how was I supposed to find my true love?