Come to the Masquarade...

[Kepic]

I entered the great hall of the mansion, where the flickering light of candles cast a faintly dancing glow over the proceedings.

I gazed across the small crowd, looking over their costumes.

I laughed aloud, took a swift swig of wine from the bladder hung at my side, letting some of the dark red liquid pour from the sides of my lips and down my chest, and bounded down the short flight of steps, my course all but set by the garb one of the other guests wore.

What better a game than that of the hunt, and what better prey than that of a nymph? I thought, my mind set into the character my costume portrayed. I briefly touched my right hand to the reed pipes hung around my neck, remembering the tale of Syrinx.

"PAN IS HERE!" I bellowed, then, leaning back and laughed aloud once more "The party can begin!"

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Shari

"I am pleased to make your acquaintance, General Beauregard Thor," I say, trying my best Scarlett O'Hara imitation.
As the General bent over my hand to kiss it, he turned it over and tickled my palm with his lips. A shiver of goosebumps shot up my arm. I stepped toward him and my eyes widened as I heard the not-so-faint sound of tinkling chains. I had forgotten! How could I forget?
Hoping he didn't notice, I replied, "No it doesn't bother me, sir." I was pleased at the effect that my accent had on the General. I lowered my eyelids and surreptiously gazed at him from under my eyelashes.
He was somewhat taller than I but more so was the sheer physical power that radiated from him. Although his face was covered, I could tell he was a bit older than I was. He carried himself as a man who could take charge of any situation. Could he take charge of me? I wondered. I would be hard to break, but I believed there might be sweetness within...

 

[catlover]

Tarzan and Jane

there was nice music playing. The slave girl was dressed and was on a leash held by another lady. A Confederate Gen'l was kissing the hand of a Southern Belle - was it Scarlett Ohara? I asked Jane for a dance - it's always nice dancing with a near naked lady, and our bods were quite in contact wearing only loincloths. My hands roamed up and down her spine as hers were on me. After the song ended we sipped more wine and watched the other guests, with some still arriving. More than one of the men were avidly ogling my sweet Jane in her jungle outfit

 

[Thor's Hammer]

General Beauregard Thor

Lifting my lips from her palm, my fingers caress her arm, just for a moment. "Your voice reminds me of far away places, lovely lady. You have the advantage of me. What is your name?" Plucking two flutes of champagne from the tray of a servant, I offer her one; my eyes caressing her body as I stand erect again.

I thought I heard a bell; I must be mistaken - the tinkle was probably glasses touching on the tray.

The southern belle exudes a softness; but I detect a certain fibre beneath the magnolia blossom exterior. Indeed, this is going to be an evening to remember. It's amazing, I have fallen into the role of mysterious Confederate General - right down to the Georgia accent. I wonder if it is the attire, or something more...

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*Taking a Glass of Wine I sniffed it....A fine Vintage...He Sipped it at first, then he downed the whole Glass and put it down...his eyes Gazed over the crowd...He figured he would do this In order....he'd start with the naughty Kitty...He Searched the Room For Her (or him..) his hand resting on the bullwhip...a smirk on his face, Not that of an evil villian...But One of A Triumphant warrior Who Couldnt Be Conquered...And Wouldnt be defeated...and yet, there was a sadness in his eyes...one That is usually Possesed by someone who has had his heart Hurt....and his Spirit crushed more than once....Scars on the inside...as well as the Outside...only someone who observed him closely could see this...For a Barbarian Dose Not Show His Weaknesses Unknowingly....*
ooc: A Little Tougher to write for then i thought...But It'll get better!

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Shari

"Why don't you just call me Scarlett?" I teased him. If he turned out to be the man who could tame my heart, I would tell him my name...

I took the champagne he offered and noticed his quizical look when he heard my chains tinkling. He probably didn't know what it was. I let him wonder.

My heart started to race. The champagne was VERY potent. Or drugged. I felt my breathing comming faster, my breasts fairly heaving out of my very low cut bodice. Imagining where this evening might end up, imagining the numerous bedroom the upstairs floors must invariably contain, made my pussy so wet I could feel my wetness on my thighs.

I was so used to the role of Mistress, I was unsure how to convey my need to the General. I stepped closer to him, chains tinkling again, and allowed him to smell my...perfume.

 

[catlover]

Tarzan and Jane

I asked Jane if she would like to dance again, or if she would prefer to circulate and meet people. She looked at me with her azure blue eyes and said "id love to dance with you again, but maybe a little later. First I'd like to meet some of these gentlemen."

I looked to my left and there was a nice looking lady with a smile on her face. I said "hello, I'm Tarzan, Lord of the jungle",and after a bow, I extended my hand -

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Alison

I arrived just in time to see the beautiful slave bend over to accept her whipping from Queen Cleopatra. I winced at the sound of the rod striking naked flesh. The sight of the red welts on the pale skin of her buttocks aroused a strange mixture of pity and lust within me. Many of my fellow guests seemed similarly affected. Glancing around, I saw flushed faces, tongues slipping out to lick parted lips, teeth flashing in furtive grins. I had to admit, nothing like this had ever happened at any party I had ever attended.

A waiter appeared at my side, offering me a drink. I accepted a glass of chardonnay and drained half of it in a single sip. The wine had a wonderful crisp flavor, and it immediately lit a fire in my belly that spread outward to all my limbs. I would have to take it easy with the alcohol tonight; something told me that exotic bird-women simply did not get falling-down drunk.

Strolling slowly around the room, I took in the variety of costumes. I saw so many familiar faces, but I resisted the urge to greet them, reminding myself that they weren’t my friends and neighbors tonight. Instead, I saw them as their characters … a Confederate general … a Southern belle … a wood nymph … Tarzan and Jane … truly an eclectic assembly. Bonds were already beginning to form between some of the guests.

Smiling, sipping my wine, I made the rounds, always on the lookout. Birds always ran the risk of falling into snares.

 

[Silverlily]

Lily

The unknown slave girl had taken me by the arm and carefully guided me through the room. As we walked, I asked her to describe the different costumes for me. As she spoke, the scene opened up in my mind. What glorious colors there must be!

Pausing at a buffet table, she asked me if I was hungry and offered to feed me some grapes. Giggling, I nodded, explaining, "I think this is embarassing for you as it is for me." My cheeks flushed at needing to be cared for in such a manner. The first grape broke against my tongue, cool and sweet and very fragrant. As the girl brought her hand to my mouth again, I lightly ran my fingers down her arm to her shoulder. So soft and warm was her skin. I was amazed at the sensuality of touch with the benefit of sight.

There was a tinkle of a bell nearby and my guide stopped to perform her task. I patiently waited while she slipped off her robe and displayed herself. I wondered, behind my blindfold, what her body looked like.

 

[Synnocence]

Orin

Orin notices she is a bit late, her pout returning, shoulders slumping. Her normally submissive demeanor once again shines through, despite her clothing and her past aggression. Her entrance is subtle and attracts no attention, she is silently thankful for that. Though as she enters the grandeur of the mansion, she quirks a questionative brow, a little drawn back at the sight of the punishment before her. She knew that tonight would be rather strange and unhibited, though she had no idea that things such as this would transpire. Her eyes trickle across the varied crowd, it even seems as if the Queen of ancient Egypt herself regrets in her suicide to come and visit this spectacular gathering. A sigh escapes Orin's lips, almost inaudibly, as she stealthily tries to escape into a dark and secluded corner before any can notice her, to perhaps gain a perspective of everything and everyone before she decides to make her presence truly known, just like she would on a fateful day in the tedium of an office building.. Her subservient nature and battered ego taking hold once again, for she is a tad intimidated of the people she views, especially since she knows none.

 

[teresafannin]

Tessa: As I sipped my wine, I continued to watch the assembled guests, looking for a familiar face. I saw a Confederate general with a beautiful southern belle. Pan arrived, announcing himself with a fanfare from the reed pipe hanging from his neck. I smiled to myself as I saw the exotic bird-woman walking through the ballroom, all of the costumes were so beautiful. My attention was caught by a tall man,clad in a loin cloth & little else. I walked to where he was standing, he could hear the the bells from my ankle bracelets as I walked across the ballroom. When I stood next to him,he turned to me, introducing himself as Tarzan, Lord of the Apes. I took the hand he extended, telling him that for this evening, at least, my name is Starlight.

 

[catlover]

Starlight

"a pleasure to meet you Miss Starlight How do you do? Would you care to dance?

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*The Barbarian Sighed, Checking a Clock on the wall...no sign of a kitty..He began to wonder if she would arrive...He sipped the Wine, Not caring if it was drugged or not...That was the Point of all of this Fun...He liked watching all of this though...It was Amusing and Interesting to see all of them interact with each other..PLaying the Voyure For now...his eyes moved to the door occasionally, Watching and waiting...*

 

[teresafannin]

Tessa: I would be honored to dance with you. As the orchestra strikes up a waltz, he takes my hand & leads me to the dance floor. Taking me in his arms, we begin to dance. I haven't danced in so long & this man, for his jungle upbringing, dances divinely. I feel the music carrying me away as we circle the dance floor.

 

[Merelan]

Helene...

I couldn't keep my eyes off the Barbarian. My god. Had I sent that costume? No. I had thought, and in my head, I heard a dry chuckle. My Host, my Master. He had switched the costumes. He knew that a secret fantasy of mine was to be taken by a barbarian warrior. To be used for his pleasure. It was one of my fantasies he could not fulfuill for me, so had arranged this chance. My breath caught as I watched him walk the room.
Then I spotted the kitty sat, hiding in the mini jungle off to one side of the room.
I wandered over and reached for her hand.
"Please, my sweet kitty... dance with me?"
I needed to get her out and moving. her costume showed every curve, emphasizing her large breasts. Wow... I had never looked as good in my cat suit.

 

[catlover]

dancing with Ms Starlight

She was in my arms and light as a feather - fortunately, since i was wearing no shoes. I asked her if she knew any of these people here or recognized anyone. She uindicated that she didnt and actually neither did I except for the General. Most everyone else had on a mask or i hadnt met them yet.

As we twirled through the waltz I quickly came to hoping that the next song would be a nice slow cuddly one, so we could get better acquainted. She was exquisite in her silver gown with the silver accessories and it was a real pleasure to be dancing with her, especially with her left hand on my naked back

 

[Bran Jones]

Bran Jones is in his early 30’s, about 6’ 1” tall, with blue eyes and short blond hair, with a few gray hairs though. He only thinks himself as an average looking person, but his friends are starting to get him convinced that he have a wonderful personality. Prince Charming, in the velvet tunic, short skirt and stockings. Also a short cape and rapier.

It has been a very long day at work, and it was late when he finally got home from work. Outside his door there was a packet awaiting him, and he was wondering what it was. So once he got inside he quickly opened the packet, and when he saw the contest of the package, he remembered that tonight was the masquerade. Once he had read the note accompanying the outfit, he realized just how well the mystery host knew him, because instead of putting down a time where there would be a car waiting to pick him up, there was a phone number he could call when he was ready to leave for the party. This told him that the “game master” knew that he often worked odd hours, and it wasn’t always sure he would be home at a certain hour.

Quickly he called the number given, and agreed with the person that answered the phone, that there would be a car waiting at his home in ½ an hour, which gave him ample time to get ready. He quickly showered and shaved, and then used his “Fahrenheit” aftershave, before he left the bathroom. He slowly put on his costume that fit him perfect, and again he wondered who was the mastermind behind the party, since she/he knew what size of clothes and shoes he used, but if he would need to know, he was sure that the person would tell him tonight.

Once dressed he took a look at himself in the mirror, and was surprised that he looked like he had just arrived from the time period where they had worn this kind of clothes. With a glance at the clock, he noticed it was time to leave, and he quickly walked out to the waiting car, where the chauffeur stepped out of the car, and opened the door for him. Never before had he experienced this, so a bit stunned he got into the car, and it didn’t take long before the driver were back in the car, and the were driving towards the unknown location.

When they drove up to the big mansion, he mentally prepared himself to get ready to the party, and finally put the mask that was matching the cape on, so any people that know him wouldn’t recognize him. Slowly the car pulled up in front of the mansion, and the valet stepped up to the car and opened the door for him. Gracefully like a real prince he stepped out of the car, and nodded his thanks to the waiter, and strode towards the door of the mansion. As if by magic, the door opened when he was 2 steps away from it, so he could enter the mansion, without having to slow down. When he got inside, there was what looked like a Master of Ceremonies dressed in a tuxedo with a oversized cane, which he banged into the floor twice, to get the attention of all the guests, and then he said “Ladies and Gentlemen, Prince Charming”.

Bran blushed noticeably, and quickly walked towards the bar, while he could feel several pairs of eyes linger on him. Once at the bar he got a glass of champagne, and then he turned around and started to survey the room, and the guests that had arrived so far. There were in particular 2 people that caught his attention. It was a woman dressed like a princess, but it looked like she couldn’t see, since this other beauty were leading her around the room, and feeding her from time to time with snacks that she got from the trays that waiters carried around in the rooms. Suddenly he hears a bell, and the couple stopped, and the woman that was leading the “princess” dropped her gown, and posed totally nude for all the people. Bran almost lost his drink when this happened, but managed to hold on to it, and was thinking to himself that this sure was a first time experience for him!

 

[Tyriel]

The King, The Queen, and the Wood nymph

With Cleopatra's arm slung across my own, I looked down at the wood nymph. Her petite figure and fine features was exactly the way I would have pictured an elf... There was no way she could have seen my facial expression behind the mask. I just looked down at her, silent, my eyes locked with hers.

"Corana. If you indeed has done my lady and I such great disservice, do you believe that you should be punished?" I questioned. My gaze through the openings of the mask pierced through the Corana...

"Serve the Queen and I faithfully, and then maybe, all shall be forgiven."

 

[wetneice]

Cleopatra (that's how Raven thought of herself now) looked down at Carona and raised her eyebrow slightly at the nymph's introduction, not bothering to respond. The the King made his delicious suggestion, and she smiled at him slightly.

"Yes, I think that would be in order,"she said, a glint in her eye. "Lean against the wall, nymph, and raise your outfit, so all can see your punishment."

 

[wetneice]

Jane

Jane sighed, as she felt Tarzan's body through his thin loincloth. His hands were wandering over her ass and had slipped under her own loincloth. In fact, he was drawing her leg up, so that they were only swaying back in forth. Now his fingers began to tease her pussy and one slipped in.

Jane couldn't believe it. She was getting finger-fucked on the dance floor of a very public function. And she didn't care.

"Mmm...Tarzan,"she said between moans,"Why don't we take this outside?

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*his Eyes Fell on helene, As she offered her hand to someone hiding in the Bush...Ah it had Eluded him that The Cat could Hide there...he Almost Smirked, An Arrogance Inside of him Showed Brightly For all To See..His Eyes Dashed To Prince Charming and he Growled in a Low, Primitive Tone...Trying to shoot him an Intimidating Look, He Figured he had succeeded and his eyes went Back To The Hostess Offering the kitty a Chance To Dance...This would Give him the Perfect Opportunity To Watch and Learn about The Cat...As well as the hostess...The Hostess seemed to have somthing For him...He noted that her gaze had stood long on him...He Grinned Wickedly, That Would be a nice Bit Of Fun if it came about...He Began to Concoct his Evil And Menacing Schemes In His Head, He Sipped the Champagne and Straightened up for a moment, Drugged...He could tell...Nothing Harmful, Just a Mild Aphrodisiac..Actually it was a Very Strong One....Compliments of the hostess...IF he Got a Chance afterwords he would Thank her Kindly...and in more ways then one...He Chuckled once more, Sipping the Aphrodesiac Laced Champagne And Watched with Great Interest.*

 

[mfucker]

Jesse: (catwoman)

Finally, someone who has caught my eye. My prince charming. Sure, Batman would have made my day, but there was this aura about the prince that made me meow.

I placed my drink on the table, and slowly made my way towards the newcomer. There was this extra slither to the way I moved, and it made me feel ever so sexy.

"Hey, Charming. Want to take a shot at taming this pussy?" I asked.

"Your rapier there could really be of good use," I further commented.

From the looks of it, my breasts were getting all the attention.

 

[ShyGoddess]

I looked up at them, masking my suprise behind a throaty chuckle. What fun would the game be if the nymph was caught in a snare so soon?

"Methinks, your majestys, that you take things for granted," winking at them, I stood and slipped one strap off my shoulder, "To punish you must catch."

I did a little twirl and danced away, my twinkling laughter floating back to the couple. I had never had so much fun in my life. Who would have thought being naughty could feel so nice? I caught Prince Charming from the corner of my eye, and quietly slide up behind him.

He seemed almost startled when I licked his ear before blowing on it softly. I followed the direction of his gaze. "Beauties such as those happen along but once in a life time. Do not let them slip through your fingers." I disappeared before he could turn around, searching out Pan, knowing he would give me a game to play.

 

[Tyriel]

King

I smiled to myself as I watched the little wood nymph float away, her tightly rounded ass swaying from side to side, as if they were trying to communicate to me - teasing me. No matter. The night was still young. I will have my way with her one way or another...

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Alison

I had finished one glass of wine and was now on my second, sipping more slowly this time. The bubbles in the wine exploded on my tongue. Each sip seemed to take away more and more of my inhibitions. This wasn't entirely due to the alcoholic content. I knew what being drunk felt like, and this wasn't it. There was some other potent quality to the wine. My senses steadily grew more and more keen until I felt hyper-aware of my surroundings. With every breath I could smell the delightful mingled scents of the party: flowers, perfumes, the tang of perspiration, and the lovely musk of sensual arousal. The slightest breeze on my skin felt like an intimate caress, and I could feel my nipples hardening.

The sensual overload was making me dizzy. I half-closed my eyes and with my free hand idly played with my nipples, tweaking them until they were as hard as pebbles. I began to sway a little, back and forth, moving to a music that only I could hear. The last remaining shreds of my inhibitions were gone, and I giggled with the relief and pleasure of it all. I wanted to surrender myself to someone, anyone at all, and the devil take the consequences.

I opened my glittering arms wide, as if they were wings, totally giving myself up to my bird-woman persona. "Ladies and gentlemen," I cried, "I am the bird of paradise!"