The Second Annual Masquarade

[MissTaken]

Dawn

"Is that better, Merelan? Are you sure you wouldn't prefer the couch?" Dawn asked.

Merelan replied, "I am used to the stool. Thank you."

I turned to sit on the couch and gasped silently at the sight of Merelan's lingerie so casually tossed there. Inhibitions had disappeared by now, what was in the drinks that had been served?

I turned to Merelan, the smooth fabric pressed against my face.

"I would love to see you wearing this, love. I imagine you beautiful."

The Marshall, ever the gentleman, returned with drinks for all. I felt myself taking control of the situation. His eyes grew wide at the subject of our conversation. It felt invigorating and challenging all at once. I handed a glass of fine wine to Merelan and began sipping my own.

"Marshal, would you care to join me on the couch? Merelan and I were just discussing how beautiful she would look in her night wear"

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Marshal Thor

I had found a bottle of very nice Champagne chilled in a bucket by the small bar. I handed a flute to both Merelan and Dawn...and then sat by Dawn as bidden. I draped one arm over the back of the sofa.....idly brushing the back of Dawn's neck. My libido was aroused.....the evening had much more promise.

"Merelan, I think the gown would pale on you...your beauty would outshine even the brightest stars." As I spoke I smiled, and ran my fingers through her hair as she sat on the small stool......

 

[MissTaken]

Dawn

His touch sent a tingle down my spine. I watched Merelan's eyes, so dark and full of desire as the Marshal touched her hair.

The panties from the lingerie set were in my hand. I reached over to the Marshall and slid them over his cheek.

"Feel how soft and sensual the fabric, Marshall." I watched Merelan's face, some embarrassment could be read there, and something else. I very deliberately slid the fabric over his mouth as I drew it back.

"Merelan, love, could we persuade you to wear this for us? I am sure we would be happy to help you change if your foot is still bothering you."

The heel of my prairie boot was gliding up Merelan's thigh, gently, lightly, full of suggestion, indicative who was in control now.

 

[Merelan]

Merelan:

I flushed even deeper red as he spoke, stroking my hair. Didn't he know what he was doing to me?

"Merelan, I think the gown would pale on you...your beauty would outshine even the brightest stars."

I wanted to hide my face. Then she stroked my panites across his face, ducking my head I briefly met her eyes. How had she done this. Oh god. her touch, his. The room, the wine I was sipping. Made me spin and catch my breath.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Marshal Thor

........the simple, erotic suggestiveness of the prarie teacher running the silky panties across my face and mouth scrambled my brains...for a moment. Then, with a deliberately slow motion, I reached out and took the panties from her hand. As my fingers stroked Merelan's head, I looked straight into the teacher's eyes and ran my tongue over the crotch of the panties.

"Soft and sensual indeed. I love to taste new things. What about you?"

 

[MissTaken]

The moment became intensely erotic. I was locked into his gaze. Very slowly, I found myself leaning forward until my face was close enough to feel his breath.

He held the panties against my cheek. My eyes closed as the soft fabric caressed my cheek, my face turned into them as I absorbed the sweet scent.

I leaned further until our lips met, the fabric of the undergarment slid slowly down my cheek and neck as his hand found the back of my neck.

My mouth opened under his and my hand reached out, lightly touching Merelan's inner thigh.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Marshal Thor

The kiss was soft, sensual. There was no hurry. I let my tongue slide over her lips.....and then enter the warm cavern of her mouth as it opened.....

My fingers curled around her neck....my free hand still stroking Merelan's soft tresses.....

 

[Merelan]

Merelan:

I wanted to sink into the floor and disappear. I even tried to get up, but her hand slid to my shoulder and held me there. I kept myhead down and wished myself invisible. But he kept touching me, stroking me softly. I whimpered as she moaned into his kiss. a tear slipping down my cheek. Again I tried to rise,
"I have things I need to attend to. Please." But s chill look from her stopped my voice.

 

[Merelan]

Michael:

Holding her right breast firmly in my hand I nuzzled at her left, like a child. Inhaling her scent, our scent mingled on her skin. Licking out and tasting it. Hearing her moan as I squeezed my hand over her. Then let go.
"Do you still wish to leave my dear?"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Heather

She shook her head, "No. I do not wish to leave anymore Michael." She arched a little into his touch, and sank back into the bed. His heated skin causing ripples of pleasure down her arms and back. She did not know what to do now, but stay here and not move. She felt content, worn out, and satisfied.
"You are going to get into trouble if you keep playing with me hun." She smiled, her lips lingering n a naughty little grin. If He teased her to life, she would give him what he asked for. She had one arm under her head, she moved it down to lay across his back. His face nuzzling the underside of her breast, every once in awhile his breath hitting over her sensitive peak.

occ: sorry if this is not so good, i am just very ill today. I probably wont be back to post until much much later.

 

[MissTaken]

Dawn

Our kiss lingered until I heard Merelan's plea. Did she not know that I was well aware of what she needed?

"Merelan, you do have things to attend to, here with us. "

My voice was firm, yet nurturing.


I turned, tipping her head back, forcing Merelan to meet my eyes. The lone tear slipping down her cheek touched my heart. I moved toward our hostess, who only hours before exuded confidence and sensuality and kissed her cheek, tasting her tear.

My lips gently caressed her cheek until they found her trembling lips. Very gently, I explored her lips with my own, then drew back.

"I trust that you will stay, little one."

 

[Merelan]

Merelan:
Our eyes meeting, and in that eternal second, just before her lips brushed mine... I almost cried out, almost pulled away, but instead... gave in.
I was tired of trying to be perfect. Tired of being the one who had to make the decisions. In the weeks before the party I had been balancing all the different elements, to keep them stable. It had been my Master's wishes, and I had tried, oh so very hard. But I was only a humble girl at heart. One who did not want, nor need, the power of control. It was not in me to demand, lead or direct. And in our kiss, I surrendered myself to her.
I was happier here, at her feet. In my heart I whispered my sorrow to Master, but knew he saw, and understood. He had thought to train me, to make me his Mistress. But I was, in total honesty and truth, a simple lover, a pet, a "little one" as Dawn had phrased it.
But where had this tone come from in her? Had my surrender brought it out? Or had it lain within her all htese years, waiting for someone?
And quietly, as she pulled back from the kiss, I wondered. Could it possibly have been me she had been waiting for? Her soft fingers wiped away my tear, and i nuzzled my cheek on her hand, eyes closed as I reveled in her touch.

 

[MissTaken]

Dawn

I saw such pain and exhaustion in this petite flower. I wanted to make her feel strong again, feel good again.

Instinctively, I knew what she needed. Surprised at the direction of my own thoughts, I trembled.

"Merelan, the party is wonderful. It is well under way and there is no need for a hostess as all of your guests are having a good time. You need to be with us."

"I believe the Marshall is very interested in seeing you in your lingerie. Shall we give him what he wants?"

My tone left her little choice, but she and I both knew there were choices to be made.

I slipped a finger beneath the edge of her indian maiden dress, very near her heart.

"Shall we?" I repeated.

 

[Merelan]

Merelan

"Merelan, the party is wonderful. It is well under way and there is no need for a hostess as all of your guests are having a good time. You need to be with us." Her hand stroking my cheek, my shoulder, his still on my head.

"I believe the Marshall is very interested in seeing you in your lingerie. Shall we give him what he wants?"

her hand slipping to the top of my bodice. Blushing deep. Did she know Thor and I, last year, had been....

"Shall we?"

"Yes." My word whispered. Standing with her hand in mine. He sat back and settled deeper in the chair, his wine glass setting on the arm. Flushed I led her to the changing room.

"Dawn, I need to tell you something." But her finger on my lips hushed me. Instead she slowly pulled at the lacings on my top, unting them in slow motion. I could only stand there, watching as if she were the first person to ever untie a knot.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Marshal Thor

I watched them disappear into the small anteroom....and remembered last year's party......the intense sensuality that assailed one's senses....until you were almost overwhelmed with the raw emotions........

 

[MissTaken]

It was evident by the shared looks earlier in the evening that Merelan and the Marshall had a history. The room was charged by their sensuality and the memories they shared.

I had never experienced anything as exciting as this and could only hope that I could find just a little bit of what as yet, remained unspoken.

I followed Merelan, watching the dress hug her hips as she walked to the ante room. I was placing a bet with myself....panties? or no panties? I decided she couldn't possibly be wearing panties.

Once in the tiny chamber, on one wall was a variety of lingerie and sleepwear. The second wall was lined with mirrors. There was a bench under which I saw many pairs of shoes, primarily pumps in many different colors and styles.

I placed a hand on Merelan's shoulder, turning her gently towards me. Once again, I was unlacing her bodice. I could feel her chest heave under my hands and found myself becoming aroused at the intimacy of the moment.

Merelan's eyes remained fixed on the floor as her face flushed bright red.

As my hands unwound the last lace, I whispered very near to her ear, "How are you feeling, love? Are you okay?"

 

[Merelan]

Merelan:

How was I feeling?

I was fine, incredibly fine. I looked up and tried to speak, but tears choked me. I touched her cheek, stroked her neck. She was like a Goddess come alive. So beautiful.
"Can we both change? I have, " Pausing and turning, throwing open a sliding door. Revealing racks and drawers stuffed to overflowing.
"I have everything you could ever want to dress as." Trying to avoid the feelings talk. I wasn't sure what I was feeling. Except cared for, desired. And, for now, that was enough.

 

[MissTaken]

"Yes. Merelan. We should both look our best for the Marshal."

I looked through the immense variety of lingerie, costumes and accessories. I selected for myself a see through chiffon shift with a deep "V" neckline.

"Will this do?" I asked her. I could tell by her smile and embarrassment that it would do nicely.

My voice became firm once again.

"Help me to dress, little one. "

 

[Merelan]

Merelan:

I obeyed her, as if I always had. Slowly undoing all the buttons on her blouse. Her creamy skin such a temptation. I knew what she wanted, wanted me. But could I please such a lovely lady? make this special, so special she never forgot it?
She casually dropped the prairie blouse to the floor, her breasts, dear heaven. She was perfect. Tight nipples, her skin shivering at my touch. I could not help myself. Running my lips along her shoulder, my hand over her belly as I turned her around, to undo the skirt.
Biting my lip to keep control. Stepping back as the skirt fell to the ground, and she stood there, in only her little boots, and all her glory.
Letting out a deep breath, which I had not even realized i was holding. I turned away quickly, my throat and mouth dry.
My back to her as I dropped my Indian Maiden shift. Slipping the sheer white gown over my head as quick as I could. Then bending to pull the tiny thong on. The one he had touched, kissed, tongued. my legs were shaking. So I sat, in front of my mirror. Unbraiding my hair and fluffing it out. It was super curly because of the braids, and full of static. I giggled as it followed my hands, my fingers pulling any knots out. It was only then I could turn and see her.
The nightie she had chosen hid nothing. yet, made shadows come to light that enhanced. But it was missing something. Rummaging in the drawers I found it, as she asked me what on earth I was looking for.
Triumphant I held it up.
"Here." A peach and lace choker, with a matching garter. "If you would like, this goes with it. There was a thong, but, ummm. It got ripped."

 

[MissTaken]

I smiled at Merelan. Her face flushed, her hair loose and curly and the gown. Oh! What the gown did to me. She appeared elegant and wanton. I touched her hair and helped to shape some of the stray curls in place.

Her touch, her kisses had started a fire burning deep in my abdomen. I knew I was wet, aroused and wanted to be with her, very badly.

I raised a leg and snuggled my foot between her legs on the stool where she sat. The movement spread my legs wide and my wetness was clearly visible.

"Help me to pout on the garter, dear."

Her hands slid slowly up my leg, her presence enveloped me. Never had I experienced any moment, any act so ripe with sensuality.

My own hand impusively slid over my stomach and lifted the shift. I lay my hand over my wet pussy and sighed.

Once the garter was in place and the choker on, Merelan and I left the small chamber to greet the Marshal. Bedecked in finery and breathless with anticipation.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Marshal Thor

When the door opened, I was speechless.....an amazing state for the Marshal. The teacher and Merelan had changed alright - changed into the most sensuous outfits my poor brain could imagine. They fairly exuded sexuality....both different, but, in an elemental sense, the same.

I leaned back and indulged myself in watching them as they reentered the room......

 

[MissTaken]

The look in the Marshall's eyes was sufficient. Merelan and I had achieved what we had hoped for.

I took her trembling hand and smiled as I lead her across the room. I wondered if she noticed how my own hand trembled, how my body was responding to her so close to me.

"Marshall, I believe that Merelan and I just changed the theme of our costumes. While the prairie theme served a purpose, it is over. "

The Marshall looked a bit puzzled by my comments. I stuttered a bit as I continued.

"Could we help you out of your costume?"

I bit back the word, "Please" as I knew I couldn't say it without sounding desperate, begging for his attention.

Merelan and I approached the Marshal. Leaning close, my breathe in his ear, I reached for his shirt.

"Please," I whispered.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Marshal Thor

"Please," She whispered.

By way of answer, I reached down and unbuckled the heavy gun belt that held my .44 Peacemaker. "I guess I won't be needing an extra gun," I laughed, as the heavy belt fell to the floor.

'The figure artfully concealed......' I thought of the little poem, as I drank in the barely concealed lovliness before me.....

 

[MissTaken]

I slipped my hand over the bulge in his pants, feeling his hardness flex under my touch. I chuckled a bit under my breath, and said.

"No. I would say you have one gun at your hips and it will be plenty. Now, be sure not to misfire, Marshall."

I smirked as my hand continued rubbing "the gun."









OOC: lmao

 

[Merelan]

OOC I can picture this sooo easily!

Merelan:
We walked in and I saw his reaction, knew what it would be. How could he not react with lust when the two of us looked this way? For him?
My hand was sweaty, and shaky as I watched them banter. I met his eyes, and pleaded with him to see my feelings. I stepped in, emboldened by her actions.
Twirling in front of him...

"Like it? Is this not what you wanted to see? And these?" Lifting the edge of the nightie to flash the thong, the same one he had licked. "Does it fit okay?" Turning and running my hands over the thin strap in the back, and my ass. Amazed at my boldness, blushing as I turned around.