Come to the Masquarade...

[Ticklish Girl]

Alison

“Shall we join the dancing?” my companion asks. His dazzling smile and courtly manner are utterly dazzling.

“I think that would be lovely,” I reply, giving him my best coquettish smile.

We stroll hand in hand into the main room. Somewhere, unseen, a chamber music ensemble plays a waltz while a few couples dance. Our arms slip around each other’s waists and we pull each other very close. His warm, strong hands gently rest on the small of my back. My chin rests comfortably on his shoulder, and I can smell the sharp, pleasing tang of his cologne. My nipples quickly harden to two hard points inside the sheer bra as they brush his chest. His pants are so tight they feel like a second layer of skin, and every time my soft flesh presses against him I can feel the ripple of his muscles beneath the leather.

We sway slowly around the floor, not really dancing, just moving our bodies against each other. Our motions don’t in any way resemble a traditional waltz, and for some reason my memory flashes back to high school dances, when the nuns would ruthlessly police the floor to make sure the boys and girls weren’t touching too much. (I was a Nice Girl then, of course, and my dates were never allowed such closeness.) Sister Jean would have a heart attack if she could see what I’m doing right now. That thought is so wickedly exciting I can’t help pressing myself even more tightly against my partner. He sighs and I can tell from the bulge that slowly grows between us that he’s enjoying himself very much. I’m enjoying myself as well – in fact, I can’t remember the last time I had this much fun. I’m aware of other revelers as they go by, but their motions and laughter seem to come from a great distance away. The only thing that matters is this moment, with this man.

All too soon, the waltz ends, and we slowly stop our movements. I pull back a little and smile at my companion, reaching up to smooth a stray lock of his hair. Some of the glitter has transferred itself from my body to his; it sparkles wickedly under the lights. I’m hoping that before the night is over I’ll get a chance to leave even more of it on his skin. Now there’s a thought. I lean in once again and kiss him gently on the lips.

 

[ManOSafety]

The dance is delightful, feeling her soft skin beneath my hands, pressing against me. The touch of the feathers from her costume so erotic as the brush against me. The smell of her perfume and of her shampoo and of her soap. So many senses being intoxicated by this woman. I feel myself responding to her as we dance, my cock twitching and swelling between us. I realize that she must be able to feel every movement, we are so close together and these pants are so tight, but it doesn't stop me. I want her to know just how much she excites me.

When the music ends, she pulls away. I want to stop her, but don't. When she steps closer to me, brushing her lips against mine, I cannot resist and pull her into my arms. Pressing my lips tightly against hers, my body against hers. Feeling her hard nipples pressing against my bare chest through her thin bra. Knowing that my hard cock is pressing against her thigh. My hands slide over her body, up and down her back. I feel my breath being taken away from me.

Realizing what I am doing and remembering the damn note, I break our kiss. Panting for breath, I step back a half-step. Looking at her, my chest heaving with excitement. My eyes full of desire for her. Seeing confusion on her face, but uncertain what to say to her.

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Scarlett

When the bodice of my gown slipped down, General Beau's mouth sought mine and he kissed me deeply. His tongue dueled with mine, causing my head to spin dizzyingly. I felt my feet move, but didn't realize he was leading me into the room, kicking the door shut with one foot.

Desire building in me like a tidal wave, I reached for the buttons on his uniform jacket. Fortunately there were only a few fastened, and I helped it down his arms and off. The white lawn shirt was a work of fine craftsmanship. Which was really too bad. Buttons spilled all over the floor in my haste to get it off him.

With a low growl of lust, he pulled me against him and kissed me. Pressing my breasts into his chest, feeling their weight against him, his chest hair tantalizing my sensitive nipples.

Disengaging his mouth, General Beau kissed a hot wet path down my neck, stopping periodically to bite and suck, until he captured one nipple in his teeth. I nearly swooned and he lifted me into his arms and depostied me on the sofa in front of the fire.

The fact that my dress was hanging on my waist, my secret nearly revealed, didn't enter my mind...

 

[Thor's Hammer]

General Beau

The fire in our bodies blazes hotter than the flame in the fireplace. The jolts that ripple through Scarlett's body and the moans as she thrusts her full boobs into my face when I nip her nipple tells me that a little pain excites her...

My hand brushes the bottom of her gown roughly out of the way; it splays around her waist. As I seek the hot core of her body, I stop, shocked. It is finally clear. The tinkle sounds were from delicate chains attached to ankle cuffs that are fastened to a belt around her waist, a small padlock securing the twin chains. Dimly I remember the odd part of my uniform; the key suspended around my neck.

Looming over her, I want nothing more than to plunge my rigid cock into her pussy; the lips wet and gleaming from her flowing juices. Exerting every bit of my rigid self-control, I decide that I will play this lovely woman's game. I sense that the rewards will be worth the restraint.

Moving my hand so that my palm rests on her mound, a finger on her slit, I speak..."Scarlett, my lovely, you have many secrets. Perhaps there is more than one slave here tonight?"

Moving my finger - wet from the moisture beading on her pussy - to my mouth, I slowly slip it in and suck, my eyes locked on hers.

 

[Merelan]

I watched them leave, and carefully kept track of time. Then, when I figured it had gone far enough, I burst in.
The General jumped to his feet, hand to his sword. How in character he was. I inwardly chuckled.
'What are you doing with my slave?" I let an imperious tone slip ointo my voice.
He looked puzzled, then glanced over to her.
I roughly pulled up her skirts, showing him what he had guessed at.
"See, she wears my bonds. But... I have been unable to get her to serve me. I have not your command, your presence. And she is a hot filly. You would do me a favour if you could show her the pleasure she could get from serving, from submitting to her Masters every whim. She thinks she is better then us. but she is nothing but a whore, a slut, like all of them."
I pulled her to me and kissed her lips, unable to resist. Shock in her eyes as she responded. I gave one of her ample breasts a hard squeeze too, enjoying her moan.
I pushed her away, and watched her land hard. her eyes snapping fire and rage at the treatment. She jumped up ready to attack me, but I slapped her face and pushed her away. Stunned I was able to do that.
"See. She is fire and sparks. Don't break her completely, but whatever you need to do is allowed. Dinner is in a half hour. Back to the left of the main hall." I smiled sweetly at him and then left before either of them had said a word.

 

[Merelan]

I returned to the party and watched the people circulate. Unfortunately a couple of the men had backed out, but that was fine. It usually happened, they were less daring then the women. I saw Synnocence, in her scarlet gown, wandering the outskirts. I saw where she was watching and smiled.
The slave man had been snared by the pretty bird, but seemed to be enjoying himself to well.
I slipped up to her, my hand running down her slender back, clad in scarlet, and whispered.
"Does he not look like he is getting above himself? He is a slave and yet presumes to dance with this beauty. Perhaps I should interrupt?" I stepped quickly away, leaving her puzzled, yet aware of what I was doing.
"May I have this dance?" The two turned and he realized he must, as a slave, obey. But I took her hands instead, then wrapping my arms around her. "You slave, have been acting inappropriately. Go to the Mistress and beg forgiveness. At once." I pointed to Synnocence. And then danced away with the bird.
"I am sorry my sweet feathered darling. But he needs to be taught that not all is his. He must learn to serve, and she must learn to command. You will have your playmate back in a few minutes, unless you care to help in the training?"
The whole time we danced I kept lightly running my finger tips allong her spine and up her neck, knowing how this effected her.

 

[Bran Jones]

“Well darling you sure have high thoughts about me,” he said after she had told her the suggestions for names she could call him, “I’m neither a lord, a highness nor a hero, but if you want to, feel free to call me your hero.” And with these words whispered into her ear, he placed a soft kiss on her exposed neck. He couldn’t help himself becoming a bit more little daring, and let both his hands slide down her back, down to her tight behind, cupping it and squeezing it gently. At the same time he kissed his way up her neck to her ear, here letting his tongue play with her earlobe.

He kept this caressing up for what to him seemed like a long time, but in real life it was probably a few minutes or so, before he removed both his hands and his mouth from her more intimate body parts. “Darling I hope I haven’t been to forward right now, but you are simply irresistible to me, and I couldn’t stop myself. Would you honor me by joining me for a stroll in the wonderful garden they have here?”

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Scarlett

..."Scarlett, my lovely, you have many secrets. Perhaps there is more than one slave here tonight?"

Gen. Beau's eyes widen slightly as his hand encounters hard chains rather than my soft skin. My heart pounds in my chest and I can hardly breathe I am so excited. What will he think? Will he be man enough to take what I've offered?
His palm cupping my mound sends delicious shivers through my body and I arch into his grip.

Suddenly the door flies open and Gen. Beau draws his sword.

"What are you doing with my slave?" It is our hostess. My eyes lock with hers and I know in my heart that now is the moment of truth. Will he play his role?

Her kiss surprises me, but is still arousing. As is the hard pinch of her hand on my breast. I was not prepared to be shoved onto my ass. Anger and humiliation took over and I jumped to my feet, ready to show her how to properly treat her Mistress.

She slapped me!! How dare she!!! I am no longer sure that I want to...I allow the anger to drain out of my body. A fire still blazes in my eyes, but my arms drop to my sides and I lower my chin from it's provocative angle. I don't quite lower my eyes. From my own experience, I know that would make a true Master or a Mistress angry. I will wait to see what effect it has on the General.

Thirty minutes? What can he possibly accomplish in thirty minutes. My spirit is VERY strong. I again wonder if my General is up to the task of bending it to his will...

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*I almost Kicked Myself For Being Shocked, It was a Little Forward But that was To Be Expected....I knew what to Do To Tame this Wild Pussy...Oh ho ho Did I Know....I Decided to approach her in Just the right Fashon, Growling Seducively and Licking at my lips a Bit, Wanting to Savor The Moment Of Triumph....I was Indeed now Deep into My Charicters Persona..I walked Cautiously towards her at first, trying to anticipate her Movements...This Time No matter what My Grip Would Hold True...I made My move, I dashed And She Dodged to The Left as I had Predicted, I Double Rolled and Caught up to Her But She Leaped Up, As Graceful as a Cat I thought But not Quick Enough...I was there in time to Catch her, Holding her Close to me so she could feel my hot Breath* I seem to have the Cat By The Tail...*Upon that I planted a Long Sensous Kiss On her Lips And Drew back Very Slowly from it, seeing the slightly shocked look on her face As I held Her Close To Me...Feeling her Rock Hard Nipples against my Chest and Grinned Wickedly*

 

[Thor's Hammer]

General Beauregard

The byplay between our hostess and Scarlett is most interesting. The kiss, the rough squeeze of her breast, and the slap - more stinging than painful. So the lovely Scarlett is playing a slave. In her eyes, however, I see a fire that is not one of a servant. And I remember her excitement when the slave was punished earlier. My diversified 'interests' have included many things...but this will be different. We will see...

Masking my thoughts, I speak. "Scarlett, the slave. What a novel thought. Come here lovely, let the games begin." Reaching out, I grasp her wrist and pull her close. Although my strength is superior, it will take more than physical force to subdue this beauty. This one needs to learn to fear - fear of more than mere physical punishment.

Pulling the key from around my neck, I hand it to her, releasing her wrist and pushing her back a couple of paces, saying, "Try this on your locks. I am sure that you wish to be free of the restraint, at least for awhile." As I step back, I circle the tip of my sword, hypnotically, and then touch it to her right nipple. I wonder how the hostess knew that I was a champion epee fencer in college? The point is sharp and I see, momentarily, a flicker of doubt in her eyes as the tip presses against her still hard nipple. I am sure she is thinking, "This is only a game..." The cold steel touches her breast, and then slowly wends its way down her body. With a flick, the gown is slit and falls at her feet. A pity, but I am sure there are more clothes in the closet - clothes appropriate for a slave. The flat of the blade touches her pussy lips; the icy blade giving a strange otherworldly sensation to her soft lips. It is like a kiss, but a kiss from beyond the grave. As she half turns her body away from the blade, I whip the flat of the weapon against her exposed buttock, the steel blade leaving an angry red welt as the crack of steel against flesh echos through the room.

"You are hesitating, my lovely," I intone - the words mild, but my eyes as cold as ice.

[Edited by Thor's Hammer on 10-17-2000 at 12:58 PM]

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Scarlett

I took the key and unshackled my ankles, throwing the chains beside the fireplace. When I stood, I found myself staring at the point of Gen. Beau's sword as it waved hypnotically in front of my eyes. The point dipped and touched my right nipple, gently scraping down my body until it lay between my thighs, kissing the lips of my pussy.

His wrist twisted suddenly, and my gown lay in a pile at my feet, slid down the middle. Angry at being robbed of my clothing, I turn away from him.

"You are hesitating, my lovely." Suddenly I feel the smack of steel on my ass! It is really only a sting, but it hurts nonetheless.

I whirled around, bring my hand up to slap his face for such impertinence. An iron fist grips my wrist and I realize my mistake...

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Alison

His mouth leaves mine so abruptly that at first I’m not aware of what has happened. I stare at him, blinking, confused. He’s panting as if he’s run up a steep flight of stairs, an anguished expression on his face. Is it something I did? Was I too forward? I can feel the sting of tears at the corners of my eyes, and it takes all my will to force them back.

Then, piling confusion upon confusion, our hostess appears. “May I have this dance?” My jaw drops as I look at her up close for the first time. I recognize her immediately, of course, but I’ve never seen her looking so lovely.

Imperiously she tells my companion that he has behaved inappropriately and must beg forgiveness, pointing to one of the other guests, a stunning auburn-haired beauty in a scarlet dress. Before either of us can respond, she then takes me in her arms and dances me away from him.

“I – I … wait …” I stammer weakly. My playmate and the lady in red seem to grow smaller as we dance farther away from them. I want to struggle, to protest, but I’m ensnared in the net of the other woman’s will. Staring into her eyes, I feel myself capitulate.

As we dance, I become increasingly aware of the softness and warmth of her body pressed so close to mine. Her fingertips stroke the column of my spine from the nape of my neck to just above the cleft of my buttocks. Her touch almost but not quite tickles me, just enough to make me shiver a little. Before long the sensation travels to my pussy, and I can feel my clit begin to throb inside the snug thong. Heat floods my cheeks and neck. I’ve never been touched like this by another woman, and I’m not quite sure how to respond. My body seems to know, however, because of their own accord my arms slip around her waist.

“I am sorry my sweet feathered darling,” she whispers in my ear. Her warm breath tickles me there too. “But he needs to be taught that not all is his. He must learn to serve, and she must learn to command. You will have your playmate back in a few minutes, unless you care to help in the training?”

Aha, now it's clear. And now that I understand my companion’s persona, his mysterious behavior makes perfect sense. He didn’t break away from me because I did something wrong – he did it out of a struggle between his assigned role for the evening and his natural tendency to take charge. Relieved, I can’t help giggling.

“Milady,” I say to her, “Far be it from me to stand in the way of higher learning. So if it pleases you to involve me in the training, then I am pleased to help. I will defer to your judgment.”

 

[Merelan]

I had hoped she would be willing. I knew her, knew that she and he would be perfect for each other, if he could only lose some of his pride.
I leaned in and kissed her, my tongue gently licking her lips.
"Hmmm. Good girl. She shall command, and you shall taunt and tease him. You, the bird from paradise, his prize, his desire."
And we spun closer to them, he on his knees, but her, ignoring his presence completely. He would take some training, but, between the two ladies, I was sure he would learn, and enjoy his lessons, if he allowed himself too.
I gave her, my darling bird, another kiss on the cheek, and with a pat on her sexy ass, I left her there.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

General Beau

The sword clatters to the floor; my hand blurs, and catches her left wrist in an iron grip...her hand inches from my face. Her wrist is twisted back until I meet resistance; another shadow of doubt flickers behind her eyes. Fast as a striking rattler my left hand cracks her cheek and then backhands her on the other cheek. The slaps were not hard enough to mark; just stinging blows. In a parody of our hostess my left hand grips the full globe of her right breast and squeezes slowly; increasing the pressure until I am rewarded with a moan. Releasing her breast, my fingers twine in her hair and I mash my mouth on hers, hard, the coppery taste of blood on my lips.

My voice just above a whisper I say, "Scarlett, that's twice you have raised a hand to strike. Never let it happen again. Your chains mark you as a slave and tonight a slave you shall be." My voice is soft, almost seductive, but my eyes are as cold as the Arctic snows.

To reinforce my words, the pressure on her arm is increased; twisting until she is forced to her knees.

[Edited by Thor's Hammer on 10-17-2000 at 04:12 PM]

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Scarlett

A simple test of wills. I have never met a man who's will was stronger than mine. But I begin to doubt when Gen. Beau's steely grip began twisting my hand back. Anger flashed in my eyes, but the hard slap of his hand across my cheek and the harder grip on my breast extinguishes it. Then his lips crush mine and I taste blood, and I know it is mine.

I WANT to be the slave. I want to be dominated. But I can't seem to hurdle years of being a Mistress and having men cower at my feet begging for MY mercy. Strong men always seemed drawn to the submissive women I only held contempt for.

A low moan of submission escapes my throat. Seemingly pleased, he releases my mouth. "Scarlett, that's twice you have raised a hand to strike. Never let it happen again. Your chains mark you as a slave and tonight a slave you shall be." His voice is so cold, it sends a shiver down my spine.

I stare into his eyes. Stubborn. I am so stubborn. Can my will be broken? His hand, still gripping my wrist, squeezes harder, forcing me down...down...to my knees. I recognize my defeat and finally lower my eyes.

Not looking up, I hear a low rumbling. It is the General. Laughing softly. Enjoying my submission. The fire in me flashes yet again and I look up, opening my mouth, ready to challenge his right to command me, but instead, he forces his hard cock deep into my mouth.

 

[wetneice]

Jane & Tarzan

Jane sat there in the garden with her Tarzan, laughing and having a great time. A servant went by a few times with drinks, and she had a handful of champaign flutes, enough to feel giddy.

"So, Tarzan,"she teased, her nipples stiffening from the warmth of the drinks,"What made you ask me to this?"

 

[Thor's Hammer]

General Beau

Growling from deep in my throat, my hand twined in her hair, I shove my cock into her open mouth. A gutteral growl, "suck it, whore, and tell me how much you like it." My hand in her hair holds her in place as I move my hips, fucking her mouth; sliding her head back and forth. Her absolutely spectacular breasts are swaying under her body.

My cock is like an iron rod, veins throbbing, as her wet, hot mouth massages me.

 

[Silverlily]

Lily

Lost in the wonder of his touch, Lily felt her inhibitions slip away. His mouth on her ear was waking up a desire in her she hadn't felt in a long time. When he suggested a walk in the garden, she eagerly agreed.

Unable to see, she could still make out some of the flowers by their fragrance. Roses and jasmine, still blooming despite the cooling weather, filled the air with a heady perfume. She felt her hero lead her to a stone bench and sat down. Shivering a little, mostly in excitement, she felt his arm around her, pulling her closer. Everywhere her skin touched his was like a fire burning through her senses. Cautiously, she raised her hand to his chest, moving up his neck until she reached his face. Lightly, she ran her fingers across his lips, feeling the soft fullness there. She painted a picture with her fingertips, slowly unfolding in her mind his face.

He sat perfectly still as she explored. Lily ran her fingers through his hair. It was short and soft. Bringing her hand back to the side of his face, she leaned in to kiss him. The kiss, chaste at the start, swelled into an act of pure sensuality, blotting out the scene around them.

 

[mfucker]

Catwoman:

He dashes for me; credit to myself I managed to duck. But the issue was far from over. Along with the brute strength which he has already proven to have, he moved swiftly too.

He makes a charge towards me and I try to jump away; there was this awkward retardness of my movements though, as if something inside me told me to be conquered.

Indeed, he plucks me gently almost from mid-air, his strong arm encompasses my slender body in a second, his warm lips planted onto mine.

What little resolve I had left was sucked away; he was a great kisser.

I feel him draw slowly away from me; my body unconsciously leans towards him as he does so, my lips unwillingly to leave his.

Finally he does peel away from me, leaving us both gasping for air. I could feel my nipples hardening, poking out at the front of my tight suit. I didn't care. I was his for the taking; and he could tell from the look in my eyes.

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Scarlett

'How can I tell him how much I like it, when I can't even breathe?' I think to myself as I struggle to simply breathe. Doing the best I can, I moan deep in my throat, causing the vibrations to tickle his cock.
Unbidden, I bring my hands up to cup and fondle his balls, squeezing lightly and pressing my fingers into the sensitive spot just underneath. In seconds, I can feel his balls tighten and contract, ready to spew their contents down my throat.
I do my best to pull my head back, so his cum will wash over my tongue, and not be completely wasted down my throat.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*Game...Set...And Match to the Barbarian I thought In My Out of charicter mind...In My Current Persona, I was thinking of everything I could Do To Her...Every Ravishment and Every Method Of Taming this Wild Pussy...I held Her Close To Me and Locked on a kiss again, this time giving her A Good Bit of Tounge before Breaking it breathing just a little heavy...I looked around for a Good Room....The Things I intended to Do would Require Such, As Much as I seemed to enjoy the prospect of taking her right here for all to see, Even a barbarian still had a few Curtosies, Besides...All the more for Me To Enjoy...I Held Her Close to me, Firm and Commanding And Yet Still Gentle enough to keep my persona En Tact...I led her up the stairs, My Left Arm around her waist, Twisting and Massaging Her tits and breasts With a Good Force...Leading her towards One of the many many bedrooms to begin the "Taming"...One seemed to catch my eye, indeed they all did...A good many of them seemed to be "Theme" Rooms...Such as an old Victorian Bedroom...or a Torture Chamber of Sorts....and Unless my eyes decived me, a Bright, Dense Jungle that heavenly scents wafted from.....But the one i was going to seemed like a Warlords Sanctuary...And indeed that was Perfect For some of the things I could Do...I Squeezed Her Ass And Grinned Wickedly*

 

[Thor's Hammer]

General Beau

The vibrations on my cock press me closer to the edge; my balls start to contract as she plays with them. Through the lust-reddened haze, my eyes take in the sight. The 'slave' who has, I suspect, always been in control, has my cock buried in her mouth, stretching it obscenely. She is trying to pull back - probably to avoid swallowing. She is making progress, but needs to understand that my pleasure will ultimately be hers.

Grabbing a handful of hair, I slam my cock in and out of her mouth, deep down her throat - fucking her mouth like I will other parts of her body. As the first jets of cum boil up, I pull her head off my cock and spew ropes of sticky white cum on her face; watching it drip on her breasts. Grunting in pleasure, I tell her, "Scarlett, lick it up. Tell me what a whore you are." The scene in the room is erotic and exciting in the extreme. This 'filly' as our hostess called her is kneeling at my feet, my cum oozing out of her mouth, her face and breasts peppered with sticky white globs. Her ass is still reddened with the welt raised by my sword and her cheeks are pink. I wonder if the flush is from passion or my slaps...?

The hostess said not to break her but to do whatever I needed to do - conflicting directions. I think that she wants the spirit bowed, but not fractured completely. And that fits, exactly, with my plans for lovely Scarlett. Riding a half-broken horse on the plantation was one of my fondest pursuits.

Glancing at the old fashioned clock on the wall, I notice that the half hour until dinner has almost expired. My next steps with our filly will depend on her response to my directions...

 

[Guest]

OOC: Sorry, I haven't had much time to post, and this thread demands much time, and thought to give it justice. I have a bit of time now, so I will attempt to give this post justice.

IC: I follow the Sheik through the crowd, admiring the other costumes as we pass. I accept the glass of wine, and without moving my veil, savour the flavor.

Thomas Gordon / Sheik

"I hope you are sharing more with me tonight than a glass of wine, my Odaliske - ohhhh yes...there sure are some more things I would like to share with you in this enchanted night…"

I smile silently at his words, my smile only revealed in my exposed eyes. His eyes reveal his open appreciation of my body, as I nobly display portions in the costume I am wearing. He lifts the fabric covering his face, as he sips, and I read the desire for me to do the same. But I don't, caring to remain anonymous for the time.

Seeing his determination and wondering in his facial expression as his eyes feast upon my body. Little did he know I had explored in great detail my submissive side, and had discovered the powers wielded by my sexual prowess. Rare was the male worthy of such attentions, and I wondered if this man would rise to the occasion. Only time would tell, and I had as much time as it would take.

”Will you please come with me to see the other treasures on display tonight? I doubt there is one as splendid as are you, my dessert flower – but you never know, something may catch my fancy…”

I nod my head once in my silent consent. His eyes were then averted by another, and I could see the wanton desire to "own" more than one. What is a harem of one, I think, smiling to myself. All the easier for me to divide his attentions. Divide and conquer, as they say.

“... or would you rather entertain me yourself my dear?”

I ignore his obvious challenge, careful to remain reserved. It would not be simple for him. He had yet to earn my favors, and only time would tell if he would.

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Scarlett

While pride might be a hard thing to swallow, I have no trouble gobbling up the General's hot spunk from my face and breasts. Scooping it up, licking it off my fingers, I stare into his eyes.

"Mmmmm, Master," I purr, lingering on his title. "You taste soooo good." I see his eyes narrow as I omit the title he had given me. Instead, I wrap my lips around his cock and suck him clean, keeping my eyes locked with his. It was time to decide.

With a deep breath, I ask, "It's almost time for dinner, Master," I whisper. "What would you have your whore to wear? How might I please you?"

 

[Merelan]

Suddenly the guests are startled with a loud gong, and a laugh.
Looking up towards the sound they see their hostess Helene, or the Deadly Barbarian, as she is tonight.
"Dinner darlings. Anyone hungry for food?" I laughed as I saw their reactions.

"Through the double doors on the left please, and sit where you find your name."

I wandered down the spiral staircase, knowing what they would find.
A large round table. But,instead of trays and bowls. There in the center were two women and a man. They were kneeling, backs to each other. In their hands they held the trays of food. Every finger food you could imagine. At each place was also a wine goblet, and a bottle of their favorite drink. She had done her homework well. The only other things were cloth napkins, a small plate at each setting and a small bowl of water to dip their fingers in.
She watched as they wandered around the table, seeing that they had pretty much already paired up with whom they had been seated with.
Prince Charming and the Princess were the first to be seated..
then to their right was to be the Barbarian and the kitty...
then the Scarlet Mistress and her protege Bird Woman, a space between their chairs held only a padded stool, for their slave to kneel upon.
Then would be Tarzan and his Jane, if they could be found, followed by the the General and his "lady"...
my thoughts wandered at them. Hmmm... Wonder if they would "make" dinner.
Around the circle would then be the Sheik and his harem, the girl and Starlight. I wondered if that was going to work. I wanted the three of them to work together, the sheik to be taught, but softly that he did not rule alone. That the beauty of Starlight, and her twin the Golden Harem Girl could melt his heart.
Next to them would be The Lordly King and his Cleopatra, or would that be the reverse? I wondered who would be the victor there.
Finishing off the table would be Pan, the wood nympth, but with me between them. They needed someone to separate them or they would get out of control.


OOC:
Please, this is tougher then I thought. If I have forgotten anyone please let me know. Several people that asked to join and were counted on never showed up. Their loss. Any suggestions just email. In the meantime enjoy!!!!!