Mother May I?

[dansemajik]

I was nervous. Mother seemed to be enjoying the company, I had noticed besides Mother, I was the only woman. I looked at each man in turn, meeting eyes as brazenly as possible, letting each of them know that I was not afraid of them.

I walked to Mother and asked, "Mother, May I have a glass of wine?"

I saw a man standing next to Mother gazing at my tattoo. It was flash I had created myself, and I was proud of it. It pictated all of the heartbreak I had endured, and showed that my heart was well protected with walls of barbed wire.
I was no longer naive, I was a cynic, and that is why this form of sex really turned me on. No strings(unless they were a part of the game). I smiled at him and waited for Mother to reply.

[Edited by dansemajik on 05-24-2001 at 04:29 PM]

 

[Merelan]

Mother:
I watched as they circled each other. Only Vincent standing still. His arms crossed, and his jaw set. There, in walked Angel. I believed the last player for this set.
Looking over Frank's shoulder as I answered him.
"Yes you may dear." Patting his cheek. The only reaction from Vincent was a small tightening around the eyes. Good.
The others got their drinks from the maid, who I then dismissed.
"I am Mother tonight. You all know the rules. If at anytime you need something, or wish to do anything. And I mean anything. You must have my permission. If you disobey I shall be very vexed." Tapping the tip of the crop lightly on my lips. "Understood? Yes, that includes the use of the bathroom. Also. At any point I may ask you to leave. I have sole reign here. Isn't that lucky for me."
Smiling sweetly, and winking at Kurt.
"Let me introduce your play mates. Oh, yeah. The winner is whomever is the last to get 5 demerits. That means you do 5 things that I catch you on, without my permission, and out you go. No appeal. Once you reach 4 demerits you may ask permission to do penance and lose a demerit. But the penance is decided by me, and if you refuse to do as I choose, you are finished for the night."
Pointing at each as I told off their names.
"Kurt, Frank, Vincent." Blowing them a kiss. "Then there is Angel, Kate and Viviana."

 

[dansemajik]

Kate

OOC: My apologies to Viviana and Angel...I missed your posts before I posted mine....My bad.

IC: Three men, three women. All of us gals were attractive and sensual in our own way. They guys all looked as though they had something to offer. I felt the tingles in my lower belly as Mother gave Frank permission to kiss my tattoo.

She then began telling us the rules. I wondered what would displease Mother other than a refusal to play by the rules. I sipped my wine, and then I walked up to Mother, "Mother, may I play with my nipple?" I asked her.

[Edited by dansemajik on 05-24-2001 at 05:47 PM]

 

[catlover]

Frank

Mother dear gave me permission to kiss lovely Kate. She even gave me permission to kiss her tattoo- two questions asked - one answer covered both. I stepped over to her, kissed her on the mouth, gently. I looked into her eyes,and then bent to kiss that very original tattoo.I was dying to hear the story of its design, but that could wait until Mother said it was all right for me to ask - for now, a nice kiss right on her breast would suffice, but subject to Mother's approval, there would be a lot more before the evening was over.

I wondered if Mother was inclined to play too. Interesting question.

 

[dansemajik]

His lips fell gently on the swell of my breast. I stood still, when what I wanted to do was push his head down to suck on my aching nipple. I waited for Mother to answer. My nipple ring gleamed dully, wanting to be pulled tight.

 

[Merelan]

Mother:
Watching her eyes pleading with me.
"Yes you may dear. But turn so the others may watch."

 

[MtnAngelWV]

Getting the Feel for the Situation

OOC: please let me know if my posts become too long. I get a bit carried away in setting a plot. All criticism accepted and appreciated. Thanks!!

IC: My long, slender body moved slowly into the room after Mother gave me permission to enter. We each had a glass of wine while Mother explained the rules to us all. Funny how I seemed sheepish at this moment as I was always a very confident woman. The ratio of men and women were in almost perfect proportion.

I gazed coyly at each and every member. First, I surveyed the men. One man, had a perfectly toned body. His form looked as though he had been sculpted by a master artist. His face, however, looked a bit battered. I could tell that his nose had been broken at least once and probably more than that. I liked this bad, boy image that his mannerisms reflected. He had trouble written all over him. This intrigued the new me.

The next man was rugged with that outdoors look. He had red hair all over his body. I had always ben attracted to men with red hair. His beard was long and he was a bit disheveled. I couldn't help but wonder what that hair would feel like between my milky white thighs. I felt his manliness from across the room.

The last man was a classical handsome man. He was perfectly groomed with just a hint of gray around his temples. This man may have been a bit subdued for my purposes if I hadn't felt the undercurrent of his obvious passion that lay beneath his calm exterior. Not to mention his manly organ, that was not even erect, would clearly be a sight to behold once it began throbbing.

The other two women were splendid to say the least. Kate was a nymphette with golden locks and that tattoo on her breast. She was that would be comfortable drinking fine wine or drowning down shots of tequilla. She seemed like the type who would purr in your ear in one moment and growl in your other ear while her body shivers in a climatic explosion. The thought of her warm breath in MY ears excited me tremendously.

I envied Vivian the most. She was a true bad girl and she wore the image well. I could tell that she was the most comfortable of all of us with her sexuality. I envisioned her as earning her demerits and not giving a damn as long as she was pleasured by the other members. I longed to feel her wild abandonment in my arms.

Then there was Mother. My deepest desire was to be totally dominated by this woman. She was confident and strong. Everything I was in the boardroom and nothing like me in the bedroom. I shivered as the thought of abandoning myself totally to her demands.

With this plethora of sexual experiences awaiting me, I wondered where I was going to begin my journey.

 

[dansemajik]

Kate...with a wicked grin...

I turn to face the others in the room.

I smile a small smile and begin to fondle my nipple ring, tugging it out a bit, stretching my nipple taut. I twirl the ring around, wishing I had remebered to wear my nipple chain....

 

[SexyChele]

Viviana

When given permission to enter the room, I walked in eyes cast downward to Mother. I knelt at her feet, eyes lowered.

"Mother may I serve you?"

I was still in this position when served wine, and while listening to her rules. I will wait upon my Mother to tell how I am best able to serve Her.

From the corner of my eyes I have surveyed the group of seemingly well-matched men and women. All are a feast to the eyes, and I look forward to serving any who Mother deems appropriate.

 

[ariosto]

Vincent had trained for 15 rounds. His endurance in the ring and in sex were well known in their respective circles.
But this was hard, this was damned hard. He could move if he wanted, the others were. He wouldn't.
He watched the girl pull her nipple ring, saw it distend the rose pink bud, tug the flesh of her breast slighty upwards then let it fall. They were firm. He wanted to touch them, lick them...

He almost asked. He didn't.

He turned to Mother, watching her.
Waiting.

 

[dansemajik]

I caught the eye of the dark Italian guy...Vincent, is what Mother had called him. His eyes were dark with desire, his jaw set with a discipline I was unfamiliar with. I smiled at the idea that entered my head. I could be so wicked. I hoped it would prove to be well used tonite.

"Mother may I approach Vincent and stand in front of him, touching my breasts to his chest?"

I know my blue eyes are glinting with the wickedness that was inherant to me. I wanted those strong hands on my breasts...I wanted those teeth to pull my nipple rings until I groaned with need.

 

[Merelan]

Ignoring the darling at my feet, so hard, she was a sweet creature.
"Mother may I approach Vincent and stand in front of him, touching my breasts to his chest?"
Inwardly I exalted, yes. He would learn patience and control this night if it killed him. But, if he would listen and learn, his trainer said he would be a world reknowned boxer. But his temper took control too often.
I turned to the other men, smiling as they stood about, their eyes not sure where to look.
"Yes dear, you may." My hand slipping down to pet Viviana's hair.
"Yes dear. You may serve me. Refill my glass please. The chilled white." Gracefully she rose and left to obey. God, how could she not see my knees shaking. Serve me? Me? But I was Mother tonight. In control. These people were here to play, have a good time and obey only me. I had the power this night. A thrill running through me.
Watching carefully as Kate seemed to slip along the floor toward Vincent. God these women were so beautiful, so graceful. I felt awkward and gauche next to them. I lay a hand on Frank's shoulder.
"Beautiful, is she not?" His eyes having been glued to Angel's body as she wandered the outskirts of the room. Kurt was silent, observing. Was he going to speak out soon? His body was aware of the people around him, even if he didn't seem to be.

 

[dansemajik]

IC: Vincent stood still as a statue as I approached him. He was a lot taller than I was so my breasts hit him about mid torse. My nipple rings and my extended nipples rested on his warm hard skin. I just stood there, waiting for him to ask for what the wanted. I brushed back and forth a bit to get a good friction going. His eyes were so dark, so full of...what?


OOC: I am going to spend the weekend at the lake, with family and friends, and then two days of horseback riding.
I will be unable to post until Sunday night. I apologize if this creates a problem. I wills see you all on Sunday.

Danse

 

[catlover]

Frank

I felt a hand on my shoulder. A glance told me it was a feminine hand. It wasnt Angel-it wasn't Kate, whom I could see teasing Vincent. And- it wasn't the girl over getting wine for mother. With a little addition and subtraction I deduced that it was mother herself. Without even looking, I asked "Mother may I kiss you?"

[Edited by catlover on 05-25-2001 at 05:50 AM]

 

[Merelan]

"Yes you may." Holding out my hand to him to kiss. A naughty smile on my lips.

 

[catlover]

Frank

When I asked, I hadnyt specified kissing her hand, which she extended in saying yes. When she said yes, I took it that I could kiss her anywhere and everywhere, just as I had taken the liberty with Kate, and so far I had gotten away with it.

So, I gave the hand a brief kiss,and then kissed mother tenderly on the mouth,and then vigorously and followed that with my tongue. She was speechless at having this surprise, and unable to say anything with my mouth on hers. I had figured that if I were to get any demerits, it might as well be worth it, rather than forgetting to ask to use the mens' room. After the kiss, with nothing yet said, I asked "Mother- you are the only one here dressed. May I help you disrobe to make you feel more comfortable among all us conveniently naked people?"

 

[Merelan]

"No. You may not. Cheeky monkey." Lightly slapping his face.
Viviana had returned with my wine.
"Would you care to help me undress dear." Holding my breath.

 

[SexyChele]

Viviana

A tingle of excitement came over me as Mother noticed me and asked me to do something for her.

When I returned, I noticed one of the men taking liberties with Mother.....he would learn soon enough to follow precise orders.

When suddenly I am addressed specifically.

"Yes, Mother. May I begin to remove your outer clothing, please."

 

[afternooner]

Kurt

I am in a forest a forest of emotionally charged tension. Watching as the trees fall, staying clear of the sweeping branches.

I fell naked, I am naked. No boots to protect my feet, no shirt covering my back. But more than naked, I fell powerless. Without my tools, my axe, my canthook, my saw. the tools that I use to survive. The tools that give me power and control.

I look around. I see what I want and I know I need to ask that's easy enough, I think. But without my tools, I am powerless. I look at my naked body and then I know my tools are only an extension of my body, an extension of my sexuallity. My primal tool is my cock. I think the word COCK and feel the spark ignite, kindling the feeling of power, of control. My hands move toward my groin and then stop. The spark sputters and then as I Say, mother may I stroke my cock, pushing out the word COCK like I would brandish a tool a tool to give me power and control, the spark flares anew waiting to ignite, to kindle.

 

[Merelan]

Mother:
She passed, kissing her lightly on the cheek.
"Yes darling. Remove my dress please." Turning as Kurt spoke.
"Yes, you may stroke your cock." Licking my lips. Knowing how hard is the first time to ask.
"Vincent. Is there nothing more you wish?"

 

[SexyChele]

Viviana

I am becoming more and more excited by the exchange of sexual tension in the air. Mother's kiss is exquisite, and sets my heart to pounding.

Placing my hands on her, I begin to remove her dress. As she addresses Kurt, my eyes are drawn to him, and I instantly am drawn to the cock that he has been allowed to stroke. A big, handsome man, I could find it very easy to be submissive to him. As I lift my eyes to his face, he catches me looking at him, and I quickly divert my gaze. Maybe Mother may deem it appropriate, but, being submissive, it is difficult for me to ask first.

As I remove Mother's dress, more of her body comes into view, and it is gorgeous. I know that each of us here will come to desire this woman in the worse way.

"Mother may I remove your other garments?"

 

[MtnAngelWV]

Rugged and Sensual

I could not help being overwhelmed by the intoxicating effects of this night. The wine was beginning to go to my head but it was more the scene that makes me feel drunken. I closed my eyes and breathed in the aroma. Even the smell of these people was intoxicating.

Kate had the smell of a bright new morning dew. She was a conundrum; a wonderful mixture of honey and cream with just a hint of cinnamon. A woman who could be warm and sweet yet at the same time be hot and spicy. I opened my eyes briefly to witness this enchantress weaving her spell of desire on Vincent. She was enticing him with her breasts upon his torsoe. He looked down at her with his hardened, tense face. His eyes seemed as though they were filled with passion and yet beneath the passion lay uncontrolled rage. He wanted her, yes. But I detected his need to possess her totally. He had never been made to wait for a woman in all of his life and this all showed on his face. I felt a twinge of jealousy, wishing it were me that made him feel all these emotions.

I closed my eyes again to try to shake this envy immediately knowing that Vivian was close by. Vivian smelled like something vaguely familiar to me. Yes, it was patchouli and rosemilk. A wonderful combination that made me smile thinking that she may be a throw back from the days of flowers and peace. I heard her request and Mother gave her permission to serve her. I did not need to open my eyes to see her glide acroos the floor to retrieve Mother's wine. I had a permanent image impressed in my mind of this Vivian. She half bounces and half glides when she walks; her hips sway at the same time her pert breasts bob. I unconciously lick my lips wanting to spend hours licking her in these very places.

I edge myself slowly across the vast parlor, my destination just feet away from Kurt. His aroma was an enticing fragrance of pine and cedarwood. I could imagine the two of us wrapped in each other upon a bed of leaves and pine needles. That sensual feeling of softness with a nuance of pain. At that exact moment I knew that I had to possess, and be possessed, by his outdoor ruggedness.

"Mother, may I run my fingers through Kurt's hair?"

 

[Merelan]

"No Viviana, I remain like this for now. But thank you for your help."
This was an exquisite dance unfolding, with me in command. How my heart raced at the lightest touch of my new servant, my body aching to feel more. But, tonight I am Mother. Must keep my mind on that.
Slowly I turn on one heel. Kate leaning against Vincent, her eyes pleading with him, yet defying him.
A chuckle escapes my lips. He is so proud, to proud to ask. Kurt slowly stroking his cock. If this was any other night, I would fall to my knees and begged this wild man to take me. His rough exterior hiding what I knew, sensed was a gentle, lonely heart.
"Mother, may I run my fingers through Kurt's hair?" Angel's voice chiming in my ear. Making my body hum. No, I wanted to. This power, they had warned me in my training for Mother, but all their words could not begin to express it.
"Yes, Mother wants to see those long fingers running through his hair." His eyes met mine and I swear I almost purred.

 

[afternooner]

Kurt

I jump as I hear mother's voice, Like dodging from a falling tree. Then the sparks flare. My hands glide down to touch my waiting tool. With mother's permission I begin to stroke. Each stroke brings blood coursing through my arteries, lengthening, thickening hardening. The fire is kindled and my tool stands erect hard proud pointing toward my targets, my goals.

My eyes follow my tool as I turn toward each of the beautifull women If only I could choose but I know Mother does the choosing, I can only ask.

Angel has softly moved beside me, her green eyes flasing with desire, her auburn hair caressing her plump breasts, her slender body feeling the minscule motion of my pulsing throbing tool.

I ask "Mother may I caress Angel's turgid nipples."

 

[ariosto]

Vincent's eyes at last looked down, first to the blond hair and then the blue eyes and then the breasts that were pressing aginst him. He watched as Kate touched and rubbed her nipples against his torso, the stiff pink buds and small gold rings moving slowly, inticingly back and forth... back and forth...back and forth, aginst his bronze skin.

He shut it all out, the players, Mother, the Room. He watched and felt instead this one sensuous action, this beautiful woman stroking his chest with the tips of her breasts. He centered on it.

A trance...almost.

"Mother..."
He heard his voice almost as an echo, a whisper.

"Mother may I allow my penis to touch this girl."

For inspite of all the control in the world he could not stop his cock from swelling.