Desire Mansion

[Pleasuretiger]

At the edge of the forest, there was an old mansion hidden deep inside a piece of private land. The surrounding wall is very tall and full of big old trees making it even spookier. Some say the place is haunted.

No one knows what is beyond the surrounding walls accept for the specially invited guest. The host carefully select his members through a chat room and listen to their desire. He will then lay his rules before inviting them to be his guest.

The first meeting was set on the hallowen where guest has no restriction on their dress code. However, Each members are given a number between 1 to 99 and a face mask to be worn at all time.

Members has to flash their invitation upon entering into the dining hall and mark his or her desire on the big whiteboard


Please Mark one or two of your desire below:

1. romantic affair

2. naughty fun

3. dom/ sub fantasy

4. hardcore play

5. Orgy

 

[NotShyGuy]

31 arrived to the mansion and flashing his invitation to the guards at the front, was immediately shown into the dining hall. Though there had been no dress code announced, in the spirit of the holiday, he had dressed in a Robin Hood costume, with the face mask to hide his features.

He stood at about 5' 10" with sandy brown hair and dark green eyes. Walking into the mansion, he marked the numbers 2 and 4 onto the whiteboard.

 

[southern_slut]

Number seven, a short pixie of a girl, maybe 5'5". Blonde hair around her shoulders and a short white dress ending just under her ass cheeks. It was tight and showed her 34C bust and firm heart-shaped ass very well. The wings on her back were cute and the angel play was a twist of irony on the nights endeavors. Taking the time to scribble the numbers 3 and 4 next to her number on the board and finding the punch bowl had been summoning her. Careful to keep the white and gold-trimmed mask in place, trying not to spit out the clearly spiked punch.

 

[southern_slut]

Number 42 was next to arrive. A red headed woman in a deep, dark blue dress. It was a color that suited her well and it played nicely with the blue and white mask she'd received for the night. The long slit in the dress allowed for almost her entire right leg to be seen with each step she took and her sparkling heels clicked softly on the floor. Writing down the numbers 4 and 5 in the board.

 

[Virgininneed]

Number nine walked into the mansion nervously. Her mask was silver, and she wore a medieval costume, a white dress that fell to the floor.. The cut was modest, but subtly showed the curves of her small body. She had long brown hair falling to her waist, and her only facial features visible were her hazel eyes and a soft smile. She blushed as she wrote three and four on the board, and went over to get some water.

 

[Virgininneed]

Number nine walked into the mansion nervously. Her mask was silver, and she wore a medieval costume, a white dress that fell to the floor.. The cut was modest, but subtly showed the curves of her small body. She had long brown hair falling to her waist, and her only facial features visible were her hazel eyes and a soft smile. She blushed as she wrote Four and five on the board, and went over to get some water.

 

[Pleasuretiger]

The host dressed in his Dracula suit was watching from the little balcony above the stage in the dining hall. He is please to see his guest arriving as he scanned through the visitors carefully.

No 31 was a young looking guy, probably in his early twenties, well built and pretty joyful.

Then No 7 a real sexy blonde with huge breast. She is young but confident and naughty and the best words to describe her is a slut.

No 42 just came in, she was a classy stunning woman, much older than the others and really hot. I suspect she may be a little dominant too. She has a very well kept body curves i watch her marking Orgy as one of her choice.

No 9 a very young innocent looking girl walk pass the door. She could be the youngest so far and looks nervous too. I wonder if she is underage or still a virgin but her identity proofs she is legal.

"Well come ladies and gentlemen. Please help yourself as the night is still young. Get to know some friends and have fun. You may use the gym, swimming pool, library, punishment room, videos room, garden or any of the bedroom. Should you need any tools, you may go through the cupboards and I hope you can find what you need."

 

[southern_slut]

No. 7 couldn't keep her eyes off of the Host and his costume, nor the two stunning other women, or the first man to arrive. To her it was like a glorious buffet. Opting to play the coy card she decided to lounge in the vicinity of the fore mentioned "punishment room". Another drink of punch in her hand, truly looking for trouble.

No. 42 decided to head for the pool instead. Striping off her flowing gown and diving completely naked.

 

[Pleasuretiger]

No 8 was late. A tall guy with long hair, big muscles probably in his late thirties. He marked 4 and 5 on the board and begin to fill his stomach.

He loves food and ate a whole lot of them before looking around at the other guest. The best way to describe him is a wrestler.

Making his move, he follows No 42 to the pool and she dive naked into it. The mask was good and it did not comes off, so he stripped and dive in after her.

 

[southern_slut]

No. 42-

I could feel, hear, someone splashing around behind me. It was the large muscular one who'd come in late. He wasn't nearly as graceful as one may hope but that didn't mean he was bad. In fact the thought of graceless and merciless were kind of hand-in-hand. Settling in the shallower waters that hardly covered myself, waiting to see if he'd come my way.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

Yes, he was running a bit late. Truth be told, he had pondered not showing up. If he was discovered, there really was no question he'd lose his job, and the chances were pretty great that he'd have trouble finding one when they called his old employer for references...

But, in the end, it was simply too tempting. He'd gone through a ridiculous number of costume choices before settling on one that he thought he could pull off.

And so he arrived, the mask covering his face a reflective black with gold streaks. He wore a well-fitted black suit, the coat extending down to tails in the back, and the hard sole of his shoes clicked on the floor as he walked. Adding to the sound was the thump of a polished and ornate blackthorn walking stick he carried, though it was clear from his gait that it was not an aid he needed to walk with. He was tall, standing 6'3", and the fact that he was athletic was clear despite the suit he wore. His hair was dark and cut very short, to the point that it was nearly shaved, and bright green eyes took in the size of the old mansion as he approached it.

He showed his invitation, and made it inside just in time to hear the end of the host's announcement.

Punishment room? Now that could be interesting...

He crossed to the whiteboard and considered the options offered there. His eyes moved down the edge of the board until he found his number, 6, and across from it he marked the numbers 3 and 5.

At the sound of splashing outside, he turned and headed in the direction of the pool. He was passing through rooms, glancing at the rooms they extended off into as he did, when he had to stop and back up, unsure he'd actually just seen what he thought he did. Taking a couple of steps back, he couldn't help but to grin slightly. It seems he'd stumbled upon an angel.

 

[NotShyGuy]

Going to the bar, No. 31 picked up two glasses of champagne and walked over the young No. 9. "Milady," he said, with a short bow and an impish smile, "Could I convince you to join me in something a little stronger than water?" as he held out one of the glasses of champagne.

 

[Pleasuretiger]

No 8

He was really an attitude problem guy. He always pleased himself first and did whatever that serves his interest. He enjoy his swim at the far end, switching from butterfly to breaststroke and free style.

Then he dive into the pool and disappeared. He knew No 42 is watching him and planned to attack her from beneath. She is here to be fucked and he thinks it is alright not to ask.

He grabs her legs knocking her off balance and pull himself up at her. His big hands roughly squeezes her big breast and their naked body slams together. She was taken by surprised and screaming in horror.

 

[southern_slut]

No. 42-

It's like some overgrown ape came up out of the water. Rather than the typical flirting and pining and jealousy, this one just lunged out of the water. His hands didn't so much grab as they latched onto my tits. Like some kind of five finger vice. I could feel him over-powering me, it's a feeling I actually love. Being in my line of work, not being in charge was so amazingly relaxing. Rather than fight I simply allowed him to do as he pleased.

 

[southern_slut]

No. 7-

Trying so hard to be coy, yet obvious at the same time. Sipping another drink while trying to make sense of the swirling artwork I decide I've had enough so far. I need to enjoy my night. Turning to find what feels like a cross between Hollywood Undead and a Wall street stock broker eyeing me next to the Punishment Room. No.6 it says, I notice his 3 and 5 on the board and slowly the realization of what he's doing dawns on me. I've become the prey.

 

[Pleasuretiger]

No 8

The screaming woman does not stop him from making his moves and he confirms that she does not resist to his advances.

He pulls her to the middle of the pool, swimming backwards with her back on his chest. That is the life saving skill he acquires from his school days and he is kind of a showoff.

He spins around and goes under water again as they reach the deeper water and plant his head between her breast. His hands are roaming on her wet nakedness, thigh and ass. He fiercely attacked her right breast, fulfilling his lusty needs.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

Six:

He considered the little angel for a moment, decidedly less interested in whatever the splashing outside was. Her body was nicely shaped, her breasts and ass both round and firm, but still proportional to her tiny frame. He knew even without being next to her that he was close to a foot taller than her, and probably easily had a hundred pounds on her. He could probably carry her around if he wanted, and not break much of a sweat.

With a final glance in the direction he was headed, he decided the angel had him intrigued, and he turned on his heel and headed in her direction instead. He moved at an even pace, walking stick clicking on the ground as he approached, and his eyes only glanced away for a brief moment to assure himself that her proximity to a door labeled Punishment Room was not merely an accident, and upon seeing the numbers 3 and 4 next to her own number, 7, he nodded in satisfaction and turned his eyes back to her. And there they remained as each slow step drew him closer and closer...

 

[southern_slut]

No. 7-

Practically begging without dropping to my knees. Was he hot? I don't care, the whole situation was hot just being here. It was so intense I'm amazed everyone couldn't tell what I was hoping for. That he'd just pick me up and throw me into whatever naughtiness was lurking behind that diabolical door.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

Six:

It was as if he'd read her mind. Or, they simply had the fortune to encounter someone with the same idea in their head.

His motion was swift when he reached her, his athleticism showing as he transitioned effortless from the movement of walking to bending, and his free hand snaked quickly around her waist. In a moment, she was up and held over his broad shoulder, the short white dress flaring out and showing off her heart-shaped ass to anyone who might happen to glance their way. He continued walking as if he hadn't just lifted someone bodily off the ground, and paused only when he reached the door. Opening it, he carried her wordlessly inside, letting it shut behind them.

His lips curved up at the tools of debauchery found inside, and he carried the little angel to a wooden box outfitted with short poles on the four corners, leather straps dangling from each, and metal loops around the edges. Stopping just short of the box, he tossed his walking stick aside and reached out with one long arm, lifting a coiled length of rope off the wall nearest them. Crouching, he set the little angel back on her feet, and the hand that had been on her thigh to keep her from slipping off his shoulder moved into her hair then, taking firm hold of it and pulling down until she was on her knees before him. He'd yet to speak a word, but he suspected the message was clear enough.

 

[southern_slut]

Screaming some, mostly panting as if the wind had been knocked out of my lungs. Feeling the strong, dominating hands as they latched onto me and lifted me clear off the ground. As they tour at my hair until I submitted on my knees. It was amazing how good it felt. I debated on pulling off the dress but I figured it'd be dealt with soon enough. Not daring to remove my mask.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

Once on her knees, he released his grip on her hair and instead reached down to grab her wrists. Pulling them up above her head, he released them, certain she'd remain with her hands in the air, and he made short work of removing the dress, the wings a bit cumbersome to deal with but he managed to pull it off without damaging them. Once off her, though, he tossed it blindly aside, his attention focused on her and not some silly dress that simply got in the way.

Returning to her wrists, he took the rope and began looping it around her wrists, bounding them together. Once they were fully bound, his fingers sunk into her hair once again, tugging her back to her feet. He nearly was a full foot taller than her, but it seemed he towered over her now.

Pausing for a moment, he reconsidered his initial plan at seeing the box, and instead took a hold of the length of rope left at the end of the tie on her wrists. Pulling her behind him, like it was a leash, he moved over to a wall with an assortment of whips and floggers, and considered them for a moment. Reaching up to the wall, he removed a leather flogger, a leather paddle, and a riding crop made with a red leather. As he removed each one, he turned and slipped each into one of her two bound hands. Once done, he turned and led her back to the box.

 

[southern_slut]

No 7-

Struggling to hold the odd assortment of torture tools, and so very hot to play with each one. It's like a nightmare come true almost as the rope leash falls and she's standing next to the seemingly bottomless box of depravity. Eager to see what comes next and hoping not to be too obviously eager.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

He takes each item from her when the reach the box again, setting them aside, and he moves around to the side of the box opposite her. Tugging on the rope, he pulls her forward until the edge of the wooden box is against her hips, and then continues pulling until she is bent forward over the box, her round ass once again on display, firm breasts pressed to the cool surface under her. He kneels on the other side of the box, glancing up at her face for only a moment as his fingers work the length of rope through the metal loops, and after a few moments her ropes are in place, keeping her arms stretched above her head and her body bent over.

Rising back to his feet, he moves around to the side of the box she is now bent over, and with a foot he pushes each leg in the opposite direction, parting her thighs and fully exposing her to his eyes. With his right hand he reaches under her, his fingertips moving lightly over the lips of her cunt, the faintest touch brushing against her clit, and in the very next moment the paddle is coming down on her ass, the sound sharp and sudden, echoing around the room.

 

[southern_slut]

My body so bent over and exposed, feeling so incredibly vulnerable. Trying not to so obviously enjoy being stripped, tied, bent, and now fondled. Feeling his fingers teasingly dance around my most sen- "Ah!"

Was not expecting that so soon, feeling the thick crack on my sensitive ass cheek and now it's getting warm. My entire body goes flush as I prepare for more deliciously painful attacks.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

Six:

He watches her, seeing the way she reacts to the paddle, feeling her arousal in his teasing fingertips. The spot he hit is quickly growing red, almost in the exact squared shape of the paddle, and he smiles slightly in approval.

The paddle comes down, with equal force, on the other half of the inviting heart made by the shape of her ass, and in the moment after it does, his fingertips tease lightly across her clit again.

And still, he remains utterly wordless.