Come to the Masquarade...

[Thor's Hammer]

General Beauregard Thor

"Scarlett, the name suits you, lovely one," I reply. Sipping the champagne, I feel sensations running through my veins. Perhaps there is something in the champagne...all my senses are heightened. Scarlett is standing very close and, I swear, I can detect a scent that is familiar, and arousing. Bending my head slightly, I brush her lips with mine, the faint taste of champagne mingling with other things. Just then a bell tinkled as the slave girl and the blind woman she was leading passed us. True to her instructions, the slave dropped her robe and posed.

Taking her arm in a firm grip I inquire, "Scarlett, shall we inspect the merchandise? I have some experience in slaves, although I have not owned any for awhile. Perhaps we might wish to buy her. She appears to be fairly well trained." Reaching my hand out, I cupped the slave's chin and looked at her features more closely. As I spoke, I let my hand trail over one of the slave's firm breasts, brushing her nipple with a fingertip.

 

[Master T.]

OOC: sorry I am "late" for the party but ... here I am now and hope I am forgiven.


IC: Thomas Gordon /Sheik

It had not been a long wait till the parcel - as mysterious as the letter in the first place - had arrived.

Now it was still closed as it had arrived waiting for its owner on the passenger seat of the black roadster while Thomas was getting a relaxing treatment at his coiffeur.

When finally he came home, refreshed after a rather busy week and slightly smelling of a masculine sandal wood scent, he poured himself a drink before finally opening the package.

Finally all the contents were laid out on his bed and he could not suppress his surprise and delight ... the garments were not unfamiliar, the white wide cut pants were hold around his waist by a scarf-like piece of fabric that once slung around twice and knotted hung down for a few inches, and he carefully tugged the accompanying dagger in the gemstone studded sheath into it. Next thing was a white linen shirt, wide sleeves to allow the skin to breath in the heat of the dessert days. The front was open almost to the navel, the loose lacing showing his strong sun tanned chest through the criss-crossing twine. The shirt was tugged into the pants and sash and the next layer of the desert son’s clothing was added – a square white square that was pulled over the head and loosely hang down almost to the floor, covering his well trained body, but accenting his wide shoulders. Then he ended his preparations by wrapping his head into the typical black cloth and then finally letting a heavy gold chain with a tribal symbol slide over his head to complete his outfit.

The only thing visible of his body were his piercing eyes .. and he was for a moment taken back to the days when he had been riding through the dessert dressed like this to a night in the Bedouin tents … his means of transport wouldn’t be a fine bread Arab stallion but equally powerful.

His black roadster slid through the traffic and to the address that was indicated in the accompanying note – nothing else had been said, so he just went there to let himself be surprised by what the evening may hold.

When he entered the hall he could tell that all sorts of exotic and erotic creatures were having a good time – too many were the impressions and sights to gather them all at once. He was sure though, the mysterious host or hostess of the evening would make him- or herself known .. and if not .. he had known this was all bout anonymity and so it didn’t surprise him in the least to see all faces covered and masked .. he though was one of the few – if not the only one - to have the eyes showing and all else hidden. With the stance of a Sheik, a desert son and a man knowing how to stand his ground he mingled with the revellers, indulging in the beautiful female curves so richly displayed …


[Edited by Master T. on 10-14-2000 at 04:34 AM]

 

[Kepic]

'Pan'

I watched the wood nymph dance about the room, obviously caught up in the role she had been given, her movements swift yet still graceful. Every so often, she gave a tinkling laugh, which made me smile, beneath my mask, which was permanently adorned with a wide grin of its own. My attention was drawn from her to a woman who suddenly shrugged her costume from her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor around her feet, leaving her naked save for the delicate-looking mask she wore.

"A pretty mortal" said a soft voice to me, and I looked round to see the nymph, stood just beyond arms reach from me.

I nodded, and then laughed.

"I rarely see things that shine brighter than the gift of Prometheus, in the mortal world" I said, waving my hand up towards one of the chandeliers hanging above, with its flickering candles, "and I think you appear out of place, indeed! Tell me, maiden of the forest, sister to the oaks, what brings you to this place, in the mortal realm?"

I stepped forward, and she back, keeping the distance between us. I laughed again. This looked like it would be a hunt as enjoyable - if not more so - as the role I had been assigned.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*And At Last the Cat Had Caught My Eye, Ach She was Beautiful...Damned Sexy Too, He began To wonder how To Get Her attention in the most Barbaric Mannerism...he Stood up tall and straight, Showing off his muscles and Scars, he Cracked his Neck Twice, Drawing the Whip He Took out five Candles in Quick Succession with it and replaced it, a Bit of a Show off Manuver, But What was being a barbarian For? He Chuckled Darkly, He was going to make his Move Real soon...All that remained to be done Was The meeting of him and the Cat...Then the Fun Could begin!*

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Shari

When Gen. Thor suggested we inspect the slave, I held my breath. I, too had experience with slaves - especially this kind of slave. Fear shot through my veins. I couldn't betray my knowledge!
Steeling myself, I follow Beau and step next to the pretty slave. She looks unbroken to my trained eye and for a moment, my mouth watered at the prospect of breaking her.
He brushes his hand against the slaves nipple and we watch as it puckers immediately, reaching out to us.
"May I, sir?" I ask.
"Please" Beau gestures toward the slave.
I take another step (he can hardly not hear my own chains) and dip my head toward the slaves nipple. I lightly flick my tongue across her hard little button, then suck it into my mouth.
After a moment I draw my mouth away. "Very sweet, sir," I conclude. Looking at him, I can see a fire in his eyes. The unmistakable fire of lust. He reaches out a hand and grabs my skirt and starts to lift...

 

[Guest]

I had arrived at the destination, and already had a few drinks before the appointed 'master' had arrived. He was quite attractive, indeed. I was pleased, although I wondered whether his personality would be worthy of my attentions. Mere appearance would not suffice. Most men were puppets to their penis, and I could play them very well with my charms. Without depth of character, I was bored quite easily.

Calling upon that slight submissive streak, I approached the new arrival.

With the stance of a Sheik, a desert son and a man knowing how to stand his ground he mingled with the revellers, indulging in the beautiful female curves so richly displayed …

Adorned in my blue and gold 'harem' outfit, complete in that it barely covered my body, yet silk covered most of my face. Only my blue eyes peeked through.

"Greetings master." I state averting my eyes as a good submissive should. "glad you could finally join us."

 

[teresafannin]

Tessa:

Afer Tarzan & I had danced to several waltzes, his lady Jane claimed his attention. His eyes smiling at me from under his mask, he followed her back to the dance floor. I smiled in return, knowing I would see him again. I wondered at their relationship, something told me they were not man & wife. As my eyes scanned the ballroom, I saw a man of such mystery that women of all types had tried to tame him through the years, the Sheik. He seemed to be looking for someone, but who?

 

[Merelan]

I watched the Kitty weave her way across the floor. She had pulled away from me when I offered the dance. But, as expected, it brought her out into The Barbarian's eyes. Oh... the Barbarian. Definately something I would have to play with later.
For now I circulated, making sure everyone was enjoying themselves. I watched as the General and his Lady inspected Angel. I saw her reaction, and saw the Generals response.
Hmmm. He started to lift Lady's skirt. No, not yet.
I interrupted by callling to Angel.
"Here slave. resume your position on the dais. Now."
Immediately she obeyed, but through a backward glance at the Princess, now stranded in the middle of the room.
I approached her quietly, watching the fear cross her face.
"Yes, you are helpless here without her, aren't you? I could lead you back to your chair, but would I?"
She started and reached for me, stumbling a bit.
I laughed and twisted away. teasing her about being helpless. Yes, just as I thought. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the Prince notice. His frown at my treatment of her expected. he watched only for a few seconds as I took her arm and spun her around, laughing. Then reaching in and stroking her face, her arms, and even her bare bosom. Only acting as a barbarian woman would wasn't I? She again reached out, trying to find something to steady her, and found the Prince. He had stormed across the room to protect this helpless girl.
I winked at him and spun away, a thrill shooting through me as I saw the reactions of the other guests.
Angel had climbed back up to the dais and sat down.
I went and lifted her skirt. Hmmm. She had even chained herself back to the stool.
What a lovely girl. But this ruined my chance for punishing her again.
I would bide my time, knowing she hadn't had the chance to use the bathroom, and had shared a couple glasses of wine with the Princess.

 

[catlover]

tarzan and Jane

ooc: things got a little complicated time-wise- we have a Jane so my dancing with Starlight gets put back for a little while

ic: so, with Jane looking at me that way and suggesting we go outside, we take a stroll through the gardens, with our arms arouind each other. We find a nice little bench in a secluded spot so we sit a while, enjoying each other's presence. I keep thinking how nice it is that our hostess assigned us such erotic costumes to enable such close contact. I thought how i must be sure to thank her personally, and hopefully, give her a demontration of the convenience as well.

You know that this is my first date with Jane (my mail carrier Wendy) so I dont want to move too fast, but the enormity of the situation was a lot with which to cope. I certainly had a lot on my mind as we kissed --

 

[Master T.]

IC: Thomas Gordon / Sheik

I had only taken a few steps into the room when a blue and gold clad beauty approached me .. and I was stunned to see her wearing the dress (or lack thereof) of a oriental pleasure slave, trained in the arts of sensual belly dancing and playing the lute as well as all sorts of erotic games and pleasures ... one of the rare exotic creatures highly priced and valued in the bazaars of the East.

I stand and stare - drinking in the beauty of the woman in front of me - and then, even more incredible, she greets me, her eyes downcast as she addresses me: "Greetings master, glad you could finally join us." For a moment I wonder if she is the host of the evening, but then I don't care any longer since, no matter who the unknown beauty is, there is something in her demeanour and attitude that, although seeming demure and submissive, challenges me. I am reminded of the feeling I have when setting for a hunt - not a hunt to kill, but a hunt to conquer .. and this Lady, no matter what she wanted to make me believe - still needed to be conquered to really become as submissive as she wanted to make me think she was!

"Well, my sweet Odaliske, how about you join me then for a drink now? .. and I wonder if you have the talents your costume would have one expect ..." .. and without awaiting her answer, but hoping she would follow the role she had set, I started to walk across the room towards the bar... just for a moment tuning my head far enough to see from the angle of my eye if she was following me slightly to the left and one step behind me ....

[Edited by Master T. on 10-14-2000 at 09:07 AM]

 

[mfucker]

Catwoman:

The 'antics' of the barbarian sure caught my attention. I laughed softly; he was cute in a way. The way he carries himself, I was pretty sure he'd know how to tame a wild pussy.

Of course, the prince had caught my eye earlier; but it seemed as if he was more interested in righting a wrong - hell with royalty.

I made my way to the barbarian. I meowed softly at him, then purred. There was no need for words, just action.

 

[ManOSafety]

At last!!!

Cursing under his breath, Nathan finally drives up in front of the Greerson Mansion. What a time for the damn car to breakdown. It had carried him all through college, now on what could be one of the more exciting nights of his life, it had decided to stop on the road. Not only that, but the costume he had on made him a little self conscious as he fiddled under the hood.

I mean, really, the extremely tight brown leather pants and mid-calf brown boots and nothing else except a golden chain around his neck made for some interesting comments from passerbys.

But, he'd finally gotten old Betsy running again and here he was. Stepping through the doorway after his knock wasn't answered, he wandered around a bit, following the sounds to the ballroom.

Looking around, he's a bit amazed at the many costumes that he sees and very impressed with the beauty of many of the women. He starts to find a lady to talk to and probably bed, after all, he never left a party alone, when he remembered the note with his costume. Tonight, he's supposed to be the servant, not his usual self. Changing his mindset, he looks around again, trying to find someone who could use his services.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*A Smirk Of Challenge Formed on his face, Like an Athelete Preparing to take on an Awesome Challenge, He Set his Glass Down And Made his way towards her, A Deep, Rythmic Growl of sorts underhis breath Gave that Look of Ferocity to him As well as a Sensual Feel to the Moment...He began to Think of all the things he Could do with her...And how to Tame This Wild Pussy...His Stride was Long And Firm, Enough to Make him Look At his Full height and Strength, And To give that added effect of A Warrior Taking on A Challenge of a lifetime...witch this Truely was for him...*

 

[ShyGoddess]

My eyes danced with merriment as he stepped towards me. "Oh, my wonderful Pan, You see, I love the touch of humans. The taste, the touch, the smell. Everything about them," a slight pout formed on my lips, "I was banished from my kingdom."

"How could anyone banish such a beauty?"

My grin turned wicked, just before I spun and shooted away from him, my voice floating back, "I was sometimes a naughty nymph."

 

[Kepic]

I gave chase, laughing as I did so.

"I've never found anything wrong with naughty nymph's" I cried after her, dodging about people, as she spun others around, some of them almost off balance.
Other's quickly saw the game we were playing, and either interfered with my chase or held her up... but only just long enough for me to get not quite close enough to catch.

I changed my tactics. She was light on her feet, and she was seemingly intent on keeping out of my reach, and not paying so much attention to where she was. So I started to move to and thro, forcing her towards one of the corners of the room.

I laughed as she realised she was running out of places to dodge.

"A kiss and you can run free again" I said, closing on her, adding with a wink "for a little while longer".

 

[Silverlily]

Lily

The sudden departure of my guide left me spinning, lost in the middle of the room. I felt the Hostess nearby, (why was her voice so familiar), taunting me. I stumbled a bit trying to find her. Finally she spun me into the arms of a man.

Trembling, my hands felt well defined muscles under the softest velvet. Breathing depply, trying to steady myself, I caught the smell of his cologne. Farenheit, if my nose was correct, very deep and masculine. My cheeks turning bright red, I apologized. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you. If you would be so kind as to direct me back to my seat, I would be grateful."

Never in my entire life had I been so humiliated. I was still shaking like a leaf and in desperate need of a drink.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

General Beau (short for Beauregard Thor)

Distracted by the voice of the hostess ordering the slave back to her position on the dais, I dropped Scarlett's skirt but, as I ran my hand along her waist, I felt something under the gown. What was it? A belt?

Dismissing the question, my eyes catch Scarlett's and hold her orbs in my penetrating blue gaze. The sexual tension is thick enough to cut with a knife. Picking up the lovely emerald suspended around her neck, I admire it and say, "The stone is lovely, but it pales in your radiance." As I drop the stone, my fingers trail across the bare skin above her bodice.

Leaning very close I whisper, "Perhaps we should buy the slave at the auction. You looked like you would enjoy having her for your pleasure. Perhaps she can be trained to a higher level than she has currently achieved. What do you think?" Thinking to myself, "As this beauty will provide me with pleasure before the evening is finished." Scarlett is excited, a gleam in her eyes, her lips parted, her nipples visibly poking at her bodice.

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Shari/Scarlett

General Beau's compliments bring a blush to my cheeks. His touch lights a fire in me, causing my nipples to stand erect and push aganinst the fabric of my gown.
I want to do what I am accustomed to and drag him away to a dark corner, but something in my heart makes me resist. I must await his pleasure.

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Alison/Bird-woman

"Ladies and gentlemen," I cried, "I am the bird of paradise!" As soon as the words escaped me, the feeling of wildness evaporated, leaving me first disoriented, then terrified. Oh, what had I done? I half-expected my mother to materialize in front of me, shaking her head, her mouth set in that expression of disapproval that I knew all too well. You made a fool of yourself, Alison. When will you ever learn to be a proper lady?

I looked around the room wildly, sure that people were pointing fingers and laughing at the spectacle I had made of myself. But much to my surprise, no one seemed at all amazed by my outburst. And why not? Wasn’t that what the invitations had promised – an evening of total release from inhibition?

I drained the last of my wine and placed the empty glass on a nearby service table. I took a few deep breaths and bit by bit regained my equilibrium. When I was completely calm, I decided that it was time for me to find a playmate. This was one party where I wouldn’t be the wallflower.

Just as this thought crossed my mind, I spotted a new arrival at the party. My breath caught in my throat as I took him in. He was tall and trim, with glossy black hair and cool blue eyes. But what really caught my attention was his costume: tight brown leather pants and mid-calf brown boots. His only other adornment was a gold chain around his neck. I was intrigued. What could be the story behind his costume?

He strode into the room confidently at first, then his demeanor abruptly changed and a more humble expression crossed his face. I could see him glancing around the room, but he didn’t seem to be searching for a particular person. Perhaps he was like me, just looking to break the ice with someone. I decided that it was time for the bird of paradise to find a perch.

I strolled over to him, heels clicking on the tile floor. He turned to face me, and his eyes widened when he saw my glittering, feathered body. “Good evening,” I said. “I wonder if you can help me. You see, I’m supposed to be the bird of paradise, but I’ve gotten lost. Do you think you can help me find my way back to paradise?”

 

[ManOSafety]

Nathan

As he looks around, he finally notices the young woman on the stage, the shimmering silver dress and the chain keeping her close to the stool. He also notices that many people have begun to pair up and he wonders how he is to serve someone like his invitation suggested.

Hearing the clicking sound of high heels approaching, he turns and sees....a bird, no a woman, no a....thankfully, she announces herself as a bird of paradise. As she stands in front of him, his eyes move up and down her glitter-covered body, taking in the tight top and thong covered with feathers, the tall heels also covered with heels and with a devilish look to them, almost like talons, the feathers throughout her hair...

There's something so, so...erotic about her. He can feel himself stirring inside the tight pants and becomes self-conscious of it, realizing how obvious his excitement could be...

Shaking his head, he finally responds to her comment..."But of course my dear, I'm here to serve you in anyway I can. If that means helping you find paradise, then find paradise we will."

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Alison

Such elegant words! For a moment I’m at a loss, wondering what I should do next. It’s so out of character for me to approach a man, and I have never been adept at flirting. Strike that: it’s out of character for Alison – but Alison isn’t here right now, the bird-woman is. The Alison who writes stories, calls her mother once a week whether she wants to or not (usually not), and pines for the man who left her life as abruptly as he entered it – that Alison has been left at home like a faithful pet. She’ll be there when I return, and I’m in no hurry to return.

Being this close to such a sensual man is almost as intoxicating as that delightful wine I drank earlier. I smile and offer him my hand. “I’m so grateful,” I reply. “I think our search will be a successful one, don't you?”

 

[Thor's Hammer]

General Beau

Scarlett seems to be struggling inside herself. There are conflicting emotions...I wonder which Scarlett will emerge.

Meanwhile the colorful whirl of costumed guests creates a series of small vignettes - tableaus on the canvass of the great hall. Still, the central figure is the lovely slave girl on the dais - and our hostess who sems to be everywhere and nowhere - I wonder what her tale is?

My fingers drift up from the slope of Scarlett's breasts to her chin. Cupping it in my hand, I turn her head so that she looks directly into my eyes. "My lovely, you have not answered me. What is your opinion?" My question hangs in the air...

 

[Fetish Angel]

I hope I didn't keep anyone waiting..... did I?

OOC: Sorry I didn't come online yesterday..... I didn't realize things will speed THIS fast!

Feeling myself calmed a little from the public humiliations, I obeyed my Hostess' wish and greeted the late arriver of the party. I bowed.

"Greetings master, glad you could finally join us," I said, feeling my ass tingled in pain as I bowed down, my shattered clothes brushed against my buttock.

The Master invited, no, I should think of as an order, me to join him for a drink. He walked pass, and I silently followed behind him, keeping my eyes on the ground.

We reached the bar with a short walk. I walked over, pouring him a drink, and kneeled down, offering it to him. I could feel his intense on me. A hunting gaze.... Not just for lust, but a sense of conquering.

He accepted the drink, and I remain kneeling, looking down. The pain in my buttock had eased now, but it still hurts. I waited for his command, and prepared for anything.....

 

[Merelan]

OOC:
Sweetheart...Fetish... the sheik was talking to the harem slave, not you. Sorry.
Now get that gorgeous ass of yours back on the dais, this minute!

 

[Guest]

"Well, my sweet Odaliske, how about you join me then for a drink now? .. and I wonder if you have the talents your costume would have one expect ..." .. and without awaiting her answer, but hoping she would follow the role she had set, I started to walk across the room towards the bar...

I follow the shiek, slightly to the left, and one step behind, as a submissive is expected. Smiling to myself, as I recall many years ago, I used to travel from festival to festival, with a troupe of belly dancers, and knew the art well. I hadn't danced in the last 5 years, but it is much like riding a bicycle.....one never forgets.