The Second Annual Masquarade

[MissTaken]

Dawn...Prairie school marm

After the Marshall had seemingly passed out, she ventured back into the ballroom. she was offered and accepted a glass of champagne from a scantily dressed waiter and found a cozy seat in the corner.
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Adjusting her skirt and pulling upon the bodice of her dress, she wondered what in the hell was going on. One moment she was being made love to, the next, he was lying flat on his back on the floor, sleeping like a baby.

So, she asks herself, "What's next?"



OOC: Sorry about my absence, I am here now!

 

[Merelan]

Michael:
Her juices flowed, my face was soaked, even my curls. I continued till she whimpered, then slowly slid up next to her, rubbing my face in her hair. Holding her close to me, my eyes closed, unbelieving she had let me make love to her. Command her. How had I dared such a thing. Then she turned and looked at me. Tears sprang to my eyes.
I had dared because it was what she needed. What we had both needed. Someone to command of her what was inside her. Make her let go to realize what she had buried inside herself. For once, oh God, please not just this once, to let go completely and trust someone else to lead. I buried my face in her hair, hiding the tears. My body pressed into hers, my desire for her deeper then any physical thing.

 

[Merelan]

Merelan:

I continued to dance, the beat slower. My body picking up on the sensuality of it. Dropping my glass to the floor, running my hands over my body. Suddenly high and in heat. Wanting, needing someone to take me and make love to me. Not even heeding the broken glass, till I stepped on it.
A high squeal as it dug into my foot. Dropping to my knees and cradling my foot. Jesus, what a klutz. It hit me hard then, tears streaming down my face, rocking back and forth as I knelt on my knees. Why didn't someone come and rescue me? Save me from myself? I was not made to command, to be the one in charge. Look, I couldn't even dance alone without hurting myself.

 

[MissTaken]

I was startled to see Merelan sitting on the floor in tears. I had seen her drop her glass.

I jumped to my feet and raced across the floor. I saw the blood flowing from the cut in her foot. It wasn't deep, but needed antiseptic and a band aid.

I sat on my hauches beside Merelan and soon recognized that her tears were not tears of pain. I placed my arm on her shoulder and held her close to my breast. I stroked her hair as a child and whispered softly

"It is okay, dear. There....There...."

I noticed the Marshall in the hallway and signalled to him with my free hand. Very quickly I explained the situation and sent him for some iodine and a bandage.

Then, I helped Merelan to her feet and support her on my shoulder to the nearest chair. I placed this frail little flower in the chair, and continued holding her.

I wiped her eyes with my fingertip and kissed the top of her head.
"Poor Merelan. The party has been so much. It is time for you to relax and enjoy, dear."

 

[Merelan]

Merelan:

At first I tried to get away from her clinging. But then she was warm, and soft, and so kind. I cried more, hiding my face in her hair. Curled into her arms I felt better, safer. And my foot started hurting a bit.
I calmed myself, and pulled away, wiping at my eyes.
"I am sorry." Sniffing again, and blowing my nose on a hankie handed to me by a silent waiter, then he motioned people out. Tapping on his chest to me. I swallowed, eyes wide. It meant release. Master had used him to release me for the night. It meant I was free, he was not angry, or upset. He was letting me follow my heart. The tears started in my eyes again, but I focused on my foot.
"Sorry. I am such a klutz sometimes." Patting at my foot. There the bleeding has stopped. Thank you Dawn." Holding out my hand, which she took and kissed. It felt hot there, a spot of flame. Remembering back to earlier in the night, our dance, our touch. Feeling better, then Thor appeared, with bandages. how had he known? Then realizing it had been he she had spoken to a minute before. Jumping to my feet.
"I am fine." But as soon as it hit the flooor a pain seared through me. There was still glass in it. Collapsing into his arms. Oh, his arms, as I shook with fear, and embarassment. Gently set back down on the bench. Not able to meet his eyes, not wanting him to see how I was feeling, behind the blush, the fear, the need I had for him. Instead I clung to her hand, my palm sweaty, our eyes meeting again, over his bowed head as he tried to get out the pice of glass. Biting my lip to keep from laughing. For I am so ticklish, yet even in the pain and tickles, I feel my body responding to his touch.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Marshal Thor

I found a small first aid kit in a closet just off the hall. I walked quickly back to the hall where Merelan was sitting on a chair, cradled by the prarie teacher. I opened the kit, knelt, and looked at the cut. It seemed clean and was bleeding freely. I stanched the flow by pressing on the cut with a gauze pad. Then I daubed the cut with antiseptic and extracted a large band aid and covered the cut to keep it clean. With a mischevious grin, I gently stroked her calf and asked, "Should I kiss it to make it all better?"

I looked at the teacher (remembering where we were before I passed out - it must have been a sedative). "Don't you think that we should take the patient to a quieter place to recuperate?"

Suiting action to words, I stood and placed one of Merelan's arms across my shoulders for support........

 

[Sweetp4u]

Heather

She laid there, eyes closed, breasts rising and falling quickly. She was spent completely. She couldn't move. Everything around her buzzed or hummed quietly. He moved up beside her, she opened her eyes briefly and smiled at him. His face was soaked with her juices, even his hair. She didn't feel shame or embarassment at all, just contentment. He nuzzle into her hair and pressed into her side, holding her. She smiled again and moaned a little. She was working on making her body work once again.

She was so worn out, she wasn't sure if she would even be able to stand yet. His arm lay over her stomach, she placed her hand gently on his, stroking softly. Her lips parted slightly, and she snaked out her tongue to wet them. Her breathing calmed a little bit, but the buzzing was still there. She tingled from head to toe, every fiber of her tingling from her orgasm.

She turned her head to look up at him, she brought her hand up to cup his cheek. Her eyes searched his for a moment, then fell to his mouth. She tightened her fingers a little, and pulled him down to her. Her lips met his softly, barely an pressure. She kissed him, pulled back a little, turned her head, and kissed him again. She backed off, smiling into his eyes, and sank back to the bed.

She had never let go like that. She had never given up total control before to another. But it wasn't total control, just sexual control. She said one word, "Wow!" And let her eyes close once more. She started to hear things at a distance. There was music playing downstairs somewhere. The party must still be going on, She did not know how long she had been gone even.

She shivered slightly, she felt a little chilly, and very thirsty. She rolled to the side of the bed and sat up. Very slowly. She felt the blood rush back to her head, and she groaned a little. Her thighs trembled, her muscles not wanting to cooperate with her. She had to get going, as much as she wanted to stay here with him, she couldn't. She didn't even know his name?

She glanced around the room, she had no idea where he clothes were, or where she was. She turned sideways and looked down at him, a little lost for words. What could she say? She was confused inside a little, but feeling as if she had been released from her cage. She smiled again, "I...." She shook her head, and looked down at her hands. It didnt matter what she wanted for felt. She had to go. She felt a tear escape and roll down her cheek, wiping it away she sighed heavily and sat there a moment.

She needed to gather her strength to move, and locate her clothes. "I should get my things gathered up, the party is almost over...and.." She couldn't finish it, but she was alright. This was an experience she would never forget. She looked back up into his eyes, and leaned forward to kiss him once again. Her lips never met his, she sat back. It was best just to walk out, and forget everything.

She spotted a robe in the corner of the room. She stood, shakily. And slowly walked over to it. Grabbing the robe she put it on and tied it closed. She fought hard not to say something that was not wanted. "Cinderella story is almost over for me, Tell your boss for me I will mail his robe back to him.."

She looked around a little lost at what to do. She looked over to where he lay on the bed. She wanted to stay there with him, forever. Why she felt that, she did not know? She walked over to the bedside table and located a pencil and paper. She wrote down her name and number.

"If you... ever.. feel like contacting me.. just well. to say hi or something. Here is my number.." She set the pencil down, and walked to the door. She turned back to look at him, imprint him into her mind. She didn't want to ever forget this wonderous night. She knew it was his job here as it was Merelan's to make everyone feel good and wonderful.. but something inside her wanted more than obligation.

She exited the room, shutting the door softly, and felt another tear slip down her face. She started walking, home is where she wanted to go right now. She had her fun tonight, it was best she left now before she made a total ass of herself. And with a complete stranger? She paused at the stairs, she never did ask his name? She gasped and stood carefully, holding onto the railing of the stairs. She was still so sensitive, it hurt if her legs brushed to close to her sex.

She smiled, a satisfied smile. This was something she would never forget! Not him, and not this night.

 

[MissTaken]

Feeling a bit flustered by the twinkle in the Marshall's eye, I nodded.

However, I didn't want to let go of Merelan. I felt a need to touch her. As unnecessary as it was, I put my arm around her waist to assist her to a more private room.

I turned my head to look up at the Marshall and was assaulted by the scent of Merelan's hair. Involuntarily, my finger tip touched a whisp of her hair that had fallen forward and kissed her forehead.

"Where should we go?" I asked in a husky voice.

 

[Merelan]

Michael:

I could only lay there as she got up, kissed me gently, spoke the fatal words. Dropping the paper she had written on on the table, and left.
Left me there. nude, cold, unable to speak out and call for her. The slamming of the door brought me back. Jumping up and throwing it open.

"Sweet Goddess. Please. No!!!!" howling as I fell to my knees, tears streaming down my face.

 

[Merelan]

Merelan:

They bandaged and softly cared for my wound, then helped me up. It felt so much better. Kiss and make it better. God please Thor. Don't tease me, but I did to answer, afraid my voice would give me away. Her arm around my waist, holding me close, her lips on my face. Tears in my eyes as I felt him holding me too.
"Go?" Trying to still my breathing. I was out of control. Letting them decide for me.
"Second door up the stairs." Hoping they would not mind. It was my own room. One set to pleasure anyone.
"But I really have taken enough of your time. Thank you." But her arm tightened on me, holding me close. Her eyes daring me to pull away again.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Heather

She turned to his voice, calling out to her. Her eyes questioning, why? She at first didnt move, he was down that dark hallway, she could hear him. Should she go? She looked down the stairs, and then back down the hallway.

Without thought she turned, and walked. Her feet silent in the plush carpet. Her heart beating irregularly, Should she? She didn't know if it was wise or not. She did only what she felt she had to do.

She came to his kneeling form in the hallway and fell to her knees before him. She reached out and ran her hand down his back, up to his shoulder.
"I'm here.." Her voice soft, sweet... awed by his reaction. She never expected this. She felt her own heart lurch painfully, as tears slid down her cheeks.
"Look at me, say something.. Tell me why.." She spoke past the lump in her throat. She was scared to hope, and was scared if she didn't leave what would happen too.
She placed her hands on his face and lifted it, her hand pressing up on her chin, bringing his eyes to hers. She had tears running down her own face, and didnt really care either way. She pressed her lips to his once more. Her questions forgotten for the moment. She did not understand his or her own reaction, but the sadness of leaving him was vanishing, and being replaced by a slow feeling of love?

 

[Merelan]

Michael:

Oh God, she was there, not a fantasy. There, on her knees in front of me. Touching me. Kissing me.

"Look at me, say something.. Tell me why.." Then tears, she was crying! I had made her cry. No, no.
Pulling her to me.
"Please, don't leave me like this. But again we were kissing, all thoughts vanishing at the tiniest whisper. She didn't want to leave either.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Marshal Thor

We headed up the stairs as a threesome; Merelan's arm across my shoulders, the teacher on the other side with her arm about Merelan's waist. 'Second door on the right.......' I looked and there it was. I opened the door with my left hand and paused....bemused at what I saw.........

 

[Sweetp4u]

Heather

He lifted up and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her back. She smiled a little and kissed him deeper, hugging him close to her. She pulled back, someone was coming up the hallway. She stood up, "We best get you inside that bedroom, before they reach us.." She grabbed his hand and pulled him into the room, shutting the door.
She could still hear his words in her ears, "Please, don't leave me like this." He didn't want her to leave? She turned around to face him, her back to the door. She gathered the robe tighter around her, and just stood there. Unsure what to do. She looked down at the floor and then back up into his eyes. She got the courage from some where, and stepped forward. She placed her hands on his chest, and reached up. Kissing him passionately, moaning as her hands moved to grasp his arms.

 

[Merelan]

Michael:

I felt the reaction, the answer in her body against mine. Sweeping her up in my arms. My lips pressed to her neck, inhaling her fragrnace. But then there was noise, people coming. I did not want anyone to see her, she was mine. Mine to adore and worship.
Reentering the room I held her close, though gently setting her down. But she lifted her head to mine, our lips meeting, our bodies reacting to our hearts call. What had happened? This was suppose to be sex, had she bewitched me?

 

[Sweetp4u]

Heather

She wanted to protest as he picked her up and carried her back into the bedroom. She was supposed to be leaving here, not staying. How could she let something become more than just sex to her? He set her down, her eyes met his. And in his gaze she seen something, and was sure she mirrored the look. She stepped forward as his lips came down. Hers reaching up to meet his half way. She purred and deepened the kiss. Her body pressing against his, seeking his warmth. She shivered slightly. Things were out of control here. There was no one in charge at this moment, they both were reacting on something different, something unexplainable, but it felt right. She was glad to have escaped whoever was coming up here. She wanted only to be alone with him, and feel his sweet gentle touch over and over again.
She broke the kiss, her mind franticly searching for a reason to go and a reason to stay. She looked at him, he was her reason to stay here. But was it a wise move? She was so confused inside she didnt know what she wanted. But she did know she didnt want to leave him. Even if it was the wrong choice, it felt right.
"Your name.. I have to know your name.." She had to, she couldnt keep this up with a nameless person. it meant more to her than that. She needed his name, felt that desperate for the knowledge. She placed her hands on his chest, to keep him from kissing her senseless once again.
"please?"

 

[Merelan]

Michael:
Yes, a bewitchment, willingly entered into. Then she tried to pull away, but washeld fast. If I had to I would bind her, never was she leaving. Her heart didn't want too, I could see that in her eyes, feel it in the air around us.
Name? My name? Suddenly the tension burst and I laughed, laughed so hard I let go of her hand. Unable to answer for a bit.
"Michael. My name is Michael." Still laughing, though trying to calm it as I saw the confusion in her eyes.
Again she started to pull away, but I grabbed her roughly, held her to me. My fingers twined into her messy curls. Pulling her head back, looking deep into her eyes. Demanding her attention.
"But you can call me anything you desire, as long as you call me." And then we both laughed. What had been meant to sound romantic, sounded like it was straight out of a B movie. I jerked her hair back, baring her throat. Growling I attacked it with kisses, finding her ear and nippping at the lobe.
"I know who you are. You are a witch from out of the ages, come to steal my soul with your beauty." Inhaling deeply at the root of her neck.
"Then take it, I give it freely." Meeting her lips with mine again.

 

[Merelan]

I blushed as we entered the room. It was straight out of a medieval dream. A huge four poster bed, heavy velvet curtains, a roaring fire in the fireplace. Even a suit of armour in the corner. Oh! And my panties and jeans curled up on the floor from earlier. Turning I hid my face in her shoulder for a second then faced the music. Oh well, in for a penny, in for a pound.
"Welcome to my room." Shrugging my shoulders. "Master assigned me here, saying I would need it for my..." my voice trailed off. Stunned, remembering his odd words when he had told me which room I was to have. How, how had he known?
I swallowed. "He told me, told me I would need a room like this, for my knight to rescue me, and, and..." But I could not repeat the next part. Surely he had been wrong. he had said my Mistress would find me there. Dawn was not my Mistress. But was not Thor my knight? In my dreams, my fantasies I had yearned for him. Had Master read my thoughts? I blushed even deeper red and wanted to hide.

 

[MissTaken]

My eyes opened wide and my mouth dropped.

"This is incredible, Merelan. How beautiful!"

I fumbled for the appropriate response to her "Master" having a role in her life, as I had never known anyone with a "Master" before. I had had several friends who enjoyed harsh play with their boyfriends, but "Master?"

Hoping to cover my own naivete, I smiled softly and said, "Perhaps you should take the weight off your foot."

The Marshall and I helped her to the edge of the bed. I noticed claspes on each of the four posters and found myself excited at the image of a nude or nearly nude Merelan bound upon her bed.

Unable to resist the urge, I leaned forward, touched her face and said, "Is that better, love? Are you comfortable?"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Heather

She pulled away as he laughed, her eyes narrowing a little.
"Now whats so funny?"
Then he spoke up, His name was Michael. She was confused, but she loved his name. She pulled back again, but he held her firm.
"But you can call me anything you desire, as long as you call me."
She burst out laughing, that was one of those corney lines, she was sure of it. Laughter died as he pulled her close, and pulled her head back. His breath dancing over her bared neck. She shivered, her hands coming up to rest against his upper arms. She moaned as he moved up her neck, kissing and biting at her ear lobe. She growled a little, pressing her body into his.
He called her a witch, after his soul. She smiled faintly, "I want more than your soul.." She didn't finish. His lips met hers, she groaned into his mouth. Her hands dug into his upper arms as she playfully nippled at his bottom lip and tongue.
She felt only a dull throb now between her shakey limbs. It wasnt as sensitive as before, with that thought in mind she broke the kiss. "Take me to bed?" She whispered her question, her eyes glued on his. She didn't wait for an answer, she looked down at his mouth once more, and fastened back on. Her lips hungrily devouring his. Her hands shot up into his hair and she tugged him down to her. Her breasts pushed up into his chest, and the damned robe was in the way. She growled in frustration. She didn't want to let go of her hold on his hair, or his lips.
She was very much a captive as he was, she did not want to leave this room or him.. ever.

 

[Merelan]

Merelan:

They helped me to the bed and i settled. It felt better to be off it. Such a tiny cut to hurt so much. I looked down at our feet, afraid to meet their eyes. here, in this room, I was more submissive like then ever. It was the way I had been trained. Fighting it I looked up at her touch.
"Is that better, love? Are you comfortable?" Gasping at the fire that sparked from the mere touch of her fingertips.
My throat was dry. Wine, I needed wine.
Starting to get up, but Thor's hand holding me down.
"I thought I would offer some wine. It is there, in the fridge. behind that panel." Thor turned looking at a blank wall.
Smiling, "You turn the little gargoyle so he faces the corner. Inwardly remembering when I had discovered that. "Master has his little fancies. But it is well stocked, always."
he went to play with the gargoyle turning it, watching the mechanism, then closing again, then opening, like a kid. Typical man.
"Dawn. Can we sit at the fire? Please?" And she helped me there. A small couch with a stool. Instantly I sank to the stool. Always more at home on the floor. My short skirt riding up, but I no longer cared. It was then I noticed my silk night gown draped over the couch, with the matching thong. Blushing but unable to reach it before her.

 

[Merelan]

Michael:
Her frustration was evident. But, I wasn't sure, no matter her beauty, I would be able to arise for her. Having cum twice now. But I could try, and there were ways, ways to please such a one as her.
I sat up, on her and took the robe in my hands, pulling it off her shoulders, trapping her arms.
"Ahhh... and what have I caught here? A butterfly? A pretty Fairy Queen? A Goddess?" Kissing each bare shoulder in between the words.
Whispering into her lips, "And what does one do with a captured wild thing?" Meeting her kiss as savage as my own.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Heather

She moaned a little, and opened her eyes. Looking into his, she smiled. "Do with me?" She had to think for a second what she wanted. She shivered a little as his lips grazed each of her shoulders. "Perhaps, just hold me for awhile?" She was begining to feel the longness of the whole night bearing down on her. She was very tired, and extreamly worn out. She tingled here and there, but it was jumping back to life as quickly as before.
She needed to rest, and to think. She noticed the camera in the corner of the room. Her eyes narrowed a little bit. She wanted to go back to the hidden room and erase all those tapes. She gave her attention back to Michael, and stepped forward. She couldnt touch him, her hands were trapped to her sides.
"Take me to bed and just hold me?" She could hear voices close by, perhaps in the next room. She wondered who it was?

 

[Merelan]

Michael:
I curled her into my arms and held her close, but stil stroking her body. She seemed to be unwinding, settling down. Her hair kept covering my face, but I didn't care. It smelled of her. Spice and Sex. Everything that was her essence.
From next door I could hear voices.
Merelan? Why as she in her room, or was someone using it. But then she rolled over and her breast fell into my hand and all thought vanished. Her softness, her silken skin. Tenderly stroking it's side, feelign it's sensitivity, hearing her gasp when I tweaked the skin in a little pinch.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Heather

She moaned and stretched out a little, his hand cupping her breast. "Mmm" She moaned, and moved closer to his side. Content not to move for at least a few hours. Her nipple budded up in his soft touch, her lips parted a little, sighing. A few thousand thoughts were running through her head, but none really important, just random thoughts. She lifted a little, pressing her breast up higher. He was slowly stroking her to life once again, making her shiver with pleasure.