The Second Annual Masquarade

[Merelan]

OOC Here are the last two. I am so excited. Thank you everyone for your patience. Never meant this to take this long. Hate over time.

Destiny Brent:

A Harlequin. Half white, half black skin tight body suit. Showing all her curves. But instead of a skull cap she had sent along a handful of ribbons to entwine in her gorgeous hair, along with black and white face make up and her mask. It would be her choice which she wore. The wand she would carry had streamers, but not ribbons. It was a cat o nines in black and white.

Mfucker: Merelan had been allowed to choose this herself. The year before she had really gotten to know her, and liked her. Master was often kind and this year she had put a lot of thought into her costume. A wood nymph. A light and sheert toga style gown that hung to her knees, but covered nothing really. A thin gold chain to wind around and emphasize her beautiful chest. Her legs bare except for the tiniest sandals which also strapped on. In the box were also loose flowers and butterflies to pin in her curls. Makeup to make her look as nympth like as she chose and an amber nugget to hang around her neck.

 

[Merelan]

Merelan:


It was the day of the party, finally. Even though she traveled the wold with ehr Master and gave these parties all over the place, in locales so exotic you could not imagine, it was almost like coming home to have this one. One day he had promised her, she would be allowed to stay here, in this small town where she felt so at home. But in her heart she knew he was right to pull her away. The things she had seen and done no longer allowed her to live a normal, ordinary life. She would grow bored and make life miserable for those she cared about. She finished the final touches and took one last look around the mansion before going to her room to change. Wondering on the way what he would dress her as. The year before while here, she had been allowed to direct the party as a warrior Princess. But she had not been ready and only with his expert help from behind the scenes had the party worked at all. Yes, always he worked behind the scenes. never coming out. The guests would never meet him, unless he chose.
The rules of the party were simple. Have fun, enjoy, learn about yourself and your needs. Your desires. Live the fantasies you have been dreaming of. Dare to step out and live, not just exist. Her Master wanted people to take from the parties only that. To live your life, do what you dare, not just trudge through day to day.
The other rule was simple. You were never to talk about what you saw or did or experienced with anyone outside the party. He would know, and you would be cut off from ever attending another again. Only a few had ever broken this rule and he had enforced the rule. In one instance breaking the man by ruining his business and taking it over, then hiring him back as the manager. Though a year later he gave the company back to the man, he was never the same arrogant asshole he had been.

Before stepping into her room she felt her pager. It was him. What had she forgotten? Rushing to his rooms she entered, with a light knock. He held his hand out and she fell to her knees.

"No my love. Stand tall. You have done no wrong, have you?" His light laugh assuring her. "I only wanted to warn you. I have a few surprises of my own this time. So keep aware. Enjoy yourself my beloved, but remember it is a party for them, not you." He knew how she could so easily get carried away, but yes, he was right, especially here. She nodded and then kissed his hand.

"I hope you like the costume I chose. Now go, have fun. I shall be watching you." For that was his pleasure, to watch. The mansion was literally covered with his cameras, hidden, and not hidden. nothing could happen he did not see from his rooms here on the top floor. And beside him always were his silent helpers. Ready to break up anything in an instant that was not pleasure, and to remove those offending.
Silently she left again and slipped to her room. Now she only had a few minutes to prepare, hoping it wasn't anything elaborate or she would be late.
"Oh." It passed her lips as she saw it lying there. A simple doeskin tunic. Beaded and fringed, though it looked small. Yes, it would be tight, holding it up. Her feet bare? Looking, no slippers or sandals for her. She smiled shyly. An Indian Maiden then. He had taunted her with going native, this was what he had meant. Grabbing a quick shower and then slipping it on. No panties, nothing but the tunic, it's work beautiful. A simple leather choker on her neck. No mask for merelan though. As people arrived they would see her as their hostess and realize what she had done. That was the tricky time. When they realized she had been getting to know them so she could help them, and see if they would benefit from this kind of party. Though a couple people tonight had been here before. In fact as she stood before the mirror, braiding her long brown hair into simple braids, the thought of them made her smile, and her nipples react. A cum would steady her nerves, but he was watching. Fine, she could wait. He had taught her patience. She finished and twirled before his camera, blowing him a kiss, then taking off to be ready to answer the door.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Heather

She arrived at this huge mansion set back into the hills, she hadn't seen this place before. But the drive way, which was private was over 5 miles long. Heather stopped her car outside the front doors and put her mask on. Stepping out of her car, she turned to see a tall male standing there.
"Your keys Miss.." Heather handed over her car keys, and stepped back. He jumped in and slowly drove her car around the corner of the house. Heather stood there looking up at the tall house. She wasnt even sure how many stories it was, but it wasnt small. "Here goes nothing.." She slipped on her heels and walked very slowly and very carefully up the front steps. Locating the doorbell, she rang once and waited. She looked around her, at everything in sight. This place was fantastic! The door was solid oak with the most beautiful designs carved into it. Correction, double doors. She could see faintly the line seperating each door. It fit very nice together, looked almost as if it was one huge door. Sighing to herself, she startled a little when the door started to open, and made not one noise.
She was even more startled at the face she seen smiling at her in the door way...

 

[Merelan]

Merelan:

"Hello Heather. Welcome to the Masquarade." Slipping instantly into my maiden stance. Innoccent and shy, demure, as a proper maiden would be. But my eyes couldn't tear away. Master had been right. She was a beautiful female, when she allowed herself to be.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Marshal Thor

Instead of having my limo deliver me to the party, I was taken to a stable - perhaps two miles from the mansion. Although I had not ridden for awhile, I was quite the polo player in my younger days. The steed I had chosen was coal black, spirited, yet controllable at the same time. I dismissed my driver and looked at myself once more in a cracked mirror. Staring back at me was a Marshal - circa 1870. Delighted, I swung into the saddle with one smooth motion and spurred my mount down the road toward the mansion......

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*As United Airlines flight seven-twenty landed at the Main airport in the city, ROlando de gilliad stepped off with a few waves at the loyal fans who somehow or other knew he was coming to the town....though no one ever knew what pourpose...He got them removed and Decided to arrive in true rolando Style...Quickly calling up the Local S.C.A Chapter, an hour later he was saddled on a fully armoured horse. Usually reserved for Jousts, he had been able to wrangle out renting the horse for the evening, (Hey, if Thor can do it..) After a whole heck of alot of work in making sure the material wouldnt tear from riding the horse or mounting or dismounting...err...damn that didnt sound right to him.....in either case, he mounted, the costume fully on and wearing a black robe about it, making him look like a wizard in armour. Witch was sort of the effect he was looking for, the robe was to keep out the chill as he rode down the Long stretch of Highway heading for the mansion, the wind swept through his long hair, as he had let it grow out these last few weeks, making him look even moreso the part..along the way he laid aside all fears, doubts, and his useual Scruples....finally he arrived, in semi dramatic fashion he swept off of the horse, and exchanging robe for cloak he strode pourposefully up to the door and knocked sharply three times, when it opened he bowed deeply and spoke, in his most british tone of voice*

Good eve to thee m'lady.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Heather

She nodded, and stepped in.. A little stunned at who answered the door.."Merelan? I didnt know you were invited? And where is your mask?" Heather, slowly walked in, trying not to kill herself on her heels, when there was another rap at the door..
"I'll just wait over here on the couch.. before i break my leg" She smiled at Merelan and sat herself properly on the couch...

 

[MissVictoria]

Emma

Emma had spent quite some time that evening, curling her hair to perfection. When she had fixed the ringlets into place, she wove the beautiful sapphire studded chain through the dark brown tresses- it made a stunning contrast to the warm gold and blue, and as she examined her work in the mirror she couldn't help but smile bashfully to her reflection, proud.

Her excitement increased as she drove, following the directions provided in the box she had recieved. The gold cording was tied so tightly around her torso that she could scarcely breathe without feeling it stretch and cut into her, and she found the sensation pleasant. She wore no bra, though the cording came up and wrapped around twice underneath her breasts before criss-crossing down and around. They hung freely, and with each slight movement of her body, the fine blue silk brushed over her nipples, causing a rising tingling sensation to flood through her body. The sheer delight of her costume, along with her rising excitement was all consuming, and Emma was glad she had the porcelain mask, so that no one would see her flushed cheeks.

Pulling around the final stretch of the long driveway, Emma blinked twice, thinking she was dreaming as she saw a cowboy slipping off of a horse... A horse?

She wondered if the horse had been sent along with the box.

 

[Merelan]

OOC Hahaha..... sorry. Had to laugh. You all are so damn creative. Careful Roland I think I see a tear already.

IC
Merelan:
I graciously smiled and let her walk away, teetering on the heels. I winced as she finally sat. I too had a hard time with heels, luckily Master liked me at my level. Another knock and soon they were all arriving. Roland on an armoured horse. I smiled and watched him gently try to dismount without tearing. Giving him a big hug and welcome. Then introducing him to the rest.
Suddenly in the shadows I heard, a whicker, a nay. Then he strode forward, in his best gentlemen's manner. Marshall Thor. I longed to run into his arms, to bury my face in his chest, but instead stayed back. Letting Roland re-introduce himself. I slipped away to welcome others, always aware of their presence. My friends, new and old. Brought together this night. Surprises Master had said? I could not help but wonder what they were. But then Emma arrived. Ahhhh, how lovely. her porcelin mask hiding her face, but her other beauties qute evident. Yes, quite. Roland was practically licking his lips.

 

[TylerDurden]

Ian

Luckily, my roommate was out when I needed to get ready for the party. I had put on the costume and the belt, which was extremely uncomfortable at first. And put on the dark brown mask I had chosen to make it seem like my face was just very dirty seeing as how I was a slave. I walked down the halls and out onto the curb looking like I'd been riding a horse for 3 straight days. I waved down a taxi and told him where to take me. I gave him all the money I had brought, so I wouldn't have to worry about where to keep it during the party. As I started to walk up the steps, I had second-thoughts. What is this is just some trick and I'm falling for it? I turned around and walked around in the garden, thinking that I would be cloaked by the darkness. I walked around for a bit as I saw others enter, in other equally odd costumes. I made my way to the door, walking normally now. I knocked on the door once and waited, a thousand questions still racing through my mind. A woman...in a next to nothing leather tunic answered the door. My god was she hot. She greeted me and pointed me to where the rest were, but I stood at the door, just staring at her. Eventually, I entered and looked towards the rest of who was here and fainted as soon as I saw them and their costumes.

 

[catlover]

Teddy (bear)

I smiled as I opened the package with my costume - what a coincidence - a teddy bear outfit!

I remembered last year going as Tarzan and trying so hard to stay warm until I found myself someone to snuggle with. It had been memorable - I went with a date dressed as Jane, but we parted fairly soon and I became involved with a girl named Tessa, and after a night together we were engaged to be married! What a night!

We later had an engagement party , but the wedding never happenned. We were very close for quite a while but eventually drifted apart, but that night was always very much in my memory, as was/is she.

In front of the mirror I donned my skimpy outfit. After a few twirls around I was satisfied, and had my driver bring the car around to take me to the ball

On arrival I knocked on the door, which was opened by our hostess from last year , beautiful Merelan, who had come to our engagement partry too and we had a wonderful time with her making love both to me and to my fiance'. In fact we tried to get her to move in with us and make it a marriage of the three of us but she declined, saying her obligation was to her master and she couldnt leave him.


She greeted me with a hug and a little fondle here and there on some furry spots, before with a smile she led me to some others and introduced us, and then returned to be ready to greet other arrivals

 

[Sweetp4u]

Heather (school girl)

She really thought her costume was a nightmare, she giggled as she watched the others enter. This was going to be interesting. Heather stood back up from the little couch, and slowly started walking around, trying to get used to them. Her mask was in place, but it felt a little funny. All that was visable was her lower face. So her nose kept itching, Laughing to herslef of the site she madem she walked slowl circles. Finally! she thought, getting the hang of these heels. She looked up and seen the lawman walk in and the knight, then a teddy bear. She had a cocky little smile. Her costume, she felt,covered more than the others' did. She wasnt sure how this party was supposed to begin? So she just wandered around the bottom floor looking at everything.

 

[MissTaken]

Dawn

"Dammit! I am going to be late, as usual!" Dawn had spent most of the afternoon in her bedroom, full of anxiety over whether or not she should attend a party given by "Master."

Of course, she had heard rumors about the people who frequented the mansion, however, were rumors to be believed? Certainly not! Her no nonsense nature led her to dismiss rumors of strange and bizarre goings on on the hill.

"Master." She sighed as she whispered the word. She felt a tingling in her abdomen and her chest tighten.

She looked in the mirror at herself and was, in an instant, rather taken with the woman staring back at her. Her hair was pulled back tightly atop her head. A cluster of ringlet were tied with a ribbon. One more time, her hands traveled to her breasts, lingering for a moment and then tried to tug the bodice of the dress to cover them.

"Oh, Hell." She grabbed her simple white mask and left the house. The waist of the dress was snug and the fabric danced across her firm ass as she raced out the car.

After her she had handed over the keys and watched her car disappear into the darkness, Dawn straightened the bodice of her dress, brushed her hand against the skirt and flicked back a loose lock of hair.

"It's now or never." A deep breath and she walked up to the door. As the door opened, her face became flushed as her eyes were held by the esquisite woman who presented as an indian maiden. She thought to herself, "No maiden could remain a maiden long with a get up like that!" She smiled and stumbled over her words as she greeted her hostess.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Roxanne Leshal

The night had finally arrived...

I had entwined the finest threads of gold and silver in my hair and pinned it artfully in a pile of tasteful ringlets atop my head, one stray lock draped along the nape of my neck. I had struggled with the tight corset, but checking my reflection now, I realized it had been worth it. The low emerald fabric, wrought with intricate designs, pressed my breasts against the top of the corset, baring more porcelain skin and cleavage that I usually felt comfortable with in public. While donning the gown, I realized the slit was cut higher than most contemporary evening frocks, which made my skirts ride high to my thighs if I moved any faster than a ladylike waltz.

Blowing a kiss to myself in the mirror, I stepped into the shimmery shoes that reminded me so much of Cinderella's glass slippers. Wrapping the gold laden stole lined with a silky material, yet velvety soft on the presentation side around my almost bare shoulders, I daintily descended the steep flight of stairs in my apartment building, feeling distinctly out of place in the well-worn lobby. Pressing outside against the strong gales that buffeted the glass door, I looked with astonishment upon my usual parking place. For where a battered car had sat just hours before, now a carriage the likes of which I had only dreamed of stood in it's spot.

A pair of dapple grays stood prancing nervously in these unfamiliar surroundings, their martingales studded with gems with magnificence equaled only by the equine's natural beauty and grace. A young man decked out to even the toughest royal standards in a sharp red coat and riding britches, opened the door with a flourish, offering his hand as he addressed me as "m'lady."

I gave one last tentative look back at the looming apartment building, before throwing caution to the wind, and letting myself be whisked away to....who knows where.

After a jarring ride, most of which was spent with both hands clasped delicately to my hair, willing the intricate sculpture to stay in place, I found myself standing before a beautiful mansion, the windows glowing vibrantly in the dusk.

Making my way to the front door, I was greeted by a radiant young woman robed in subtly erotic folds of animal leather. As I was about to introduce myself, the coachman scuttled between us with a subservient nod, and began a formal introduction by reading off a mental list of the titles and honorary positions I supposedly held, finishing off with a concise...

"...and may I present to you, Lady Roxanne.”

 

[MissTaken]

Re: Dawn

Double post! oops!

 

[catlover]

Frank (teddyBear)

As Merelan was busy greeting guests the foyer began to fill. I was introdiced to a young lady named Heather. Side-by-side we walked into the ballroom though a large double door.I well remembered this room from last year-it having been the site of some wonderful dancing and a couple of auctions of slave women

The orchestra was playing nice music, so I turned to Heather and asked her if she would like to dance

 

[J Bravo]

Thomas

IC:
Pulling up to the mansion in his Spiderman cotume. He looked it over and then pulled up.

He got out, feeling unsure of himself, but seeing as many people were wearing strange, reavealing costumes as he is, he builds up courage and walks to the front door.

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Wendy Chambers

The anticipation of the masquerade had kept me going during a particularly difficult week at work. It seemed as if the big day would never come. When the box arrived, I had to restrain myself from skipping around the room like a child. My costume was here! Finally I would find out who I was going to be. I don’t think my feet even touched the floor as I carried the box to my bedroom.

Eagerly I tore off the wrapping and opened the box. The first thing I saw was a sheet of paper with some writing on it. I picked it up and recognized the elegant handwriting from the invitation. It was a set of directions to the Mansion. Below these was this cryptic message:

“Dearest Wendy, come to the masquerade tonight, and we will give you plenty of reasons to purr.”

I read the message again. “Purr? So I’m a cat? Is that it?” Something about that notion made me smile. I dropped the sheet of paper and reached into the box, eager to see what the costume looked like. Out came a black round object that looked like a hairband, except it had a pair of black velvety cat ears on top. Next was a black silk mask with round cutouts for the eyes. Then came the final item in the box: an opaque black bodystocking with long sleeves. On the backside of the suit was a black, furry tail, about a foot long. There was something unusual about the top part of the bodystocking. It seemed a little heavy, compared to the sleeves and stockings. I slipped my hand inside and was surprised to find that it was lined with fur. “I certainly won’t be cold tonight,” I said, chuckling.

My eyes almost popped out of my head when I turned the suit around and saw the two fur-ringed cutouts in the top part. Closer inspection revealed that the crotch had been cut out too, and likewise was ringed with fur. Oh my god! They couldn’t be serious! They expected me to wear something that would expose my nipples and crotch for all to see? Outrageous! screamed my practical, sensible side.

I had toyed with the idea of wearing nothing underneath the costume, just to preserve the smooth look of the bodystocking. After all, it was supposed to fit me like a second skin. But now the choice had been taken out of my hands – I had to be completely nude beneath it, because it would look just plain silly to wear panties with a cutout crotch. Not to mention the fact that my mysterious host obviously wanted me to be bare beneath the costume. For some reason, going against this person’s wishes seemed like the wrong thing to do. So, it was decided for me: I had to remain nude underneath the costume.

Nude – with that soft fur caressing my body every moment.

I shivered. A shocking idea – but also a little titillating, I had to admit. Well…actually it was more than a little titillating. I had always loved the feel of soft things next to my skin. Velvet, fur, feathers, satin – you name it. The thought of spending an entire evening caressed by fur…I shivered again, and I knew I was going to go through with it. Wasn’t that the whole idea behind the masquerade in the first place – exploring new pleasures?

“A cat,” I said, smiling and shaking my head. “Maybe I’ll find someone to pet me, who knows?” That was a question that would be answered at the masquerade, but right now I had to get ready.

I showered, then gave myself a manicure and pedicure. I chose dark red polish for both sets of nails. There was something primal and very sexy about the color. The paint seemed to take extra-long to dry tonight, maybe because I was anxious about what lay ahead.

Finally my nails were dry. I hurried over to the bed and picked up the bodystocking. Slowly, taking great care not to make any runs or pulls in the material, I pulled it on. It was a perfect fit, and it felt divine. The fur that ringed the cutouts teased my nipples to full hardness, causing the pale pink nubs to protrude through the holes. And down below, the fur was tickling my shaved mound very lightly, as if someone were teasing me with an ostrich feather. By the time I had patted and tugged the garment into place I was so turned on I was afraid that I might explode into orgasm with the tiniest move.

Somehow I managed to fix my hair and put on my ears, and then I walked over to my closet and dig out a pair of black suede ankle boots from my closet. The fur tickled my crotch as I sat on the edge of my bed and then leaned over to lace up the boots. By the time I completed that simple chore I was breathing hard and my face felt very hot. My entire body was tingling and throbbing from the touch of the fur. It felt like an exquisite itch that I couldn’t quite scratch.

As I took the elevator downstairs (dressed in a trench coat to keep my costume from prying eyes), I felt as if I were entering a dream world. Many times I had yearned to enter the lusty, passionate worlds I created in fiction, and now I was doing just that. I couldn’t help wondering what I would find.

It didn’t take me long to drive to the Mansion, and once I entered the driveway some sort of valet appeared and asked for my keys. I took the mask out of my coat pocket and slipped it on, then shrugged out of the coat. After checking my look in the rearview mirror one final time, I climbed out of the car and surrendered my keys. I was a little surprised to find that I wasn’t embarrassed to have someone see me in this getup.

The valet climbed into my car and drove off, leaving me to walk the short distance to the front door. My desire had cooled during the short drive, but the walk set the fur in motion against my body once more, and by the time I rang the doorbell I was once again flushed and shaky.

The door opened and I was shocked to see Merelan standing there. She was a regular customer at the bank, and she always managed to get my window. Never in a million years would I have connected her with something like this.

I’m sure my wide-eyed expression must have looked comical to her. My mouth hung open and I knew I should say something. But the only thing that came out of my mouth was, “Meow.”

 

[Sweetp4u]

Heather

She smiled up at the Teddy Bear before her and nodded her head once.
"Would be my pleasure Sir...I do hope though you have something protecting your feet.." She laughed and moved forward towards him. "I dont want to kill me with these heels and you.." She bowed semi gracefully and waited for him to lead her in a dance. She was begining to losen up a little. She didnt recognize anyone here so far, and no one knew who she was. This was becoming too good to be true.
"So why are you dressed as a teddy Bear Sir?" She smiled up and looked at his furry mask. He had a nice smiled, which was strange she even noticed.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Marshal Thor

The valet took the reins of my horse as though he did it every day. I strode up the steps to the mansion and opened the door - unbidden. As it swung open, the first person I saw was the lovely Merelan, dressed as an Indian maid. Our eyes locked...held and I let a small smile play across my lips. We went back aways, and last years' party was beyond memorable. I knew her master had tasks she must perform as the hostess. With one last glance, I turned toward the small bar inside the door and ordered, in a loud voice, "Whiskey, and make it a double. The trail dust needs to be cut." Then I leaned back against the bar and examined the guests as they arrived.

A woman....who would look at home in the court of Louis XIV; Spiderman???; a woman who exuded eroticism....dressed as a black cat.... The costumes were a veritable blur of colors and variety. Someone who walked in a vaguely familiar fashion was dancing....

I sipped the straight bourbon (not bar booze for sure), and brushed my duster back - exposing the butt of my Colt Peacemaker. I had examined the weapon closely. It was loaded; but with blank cartridges. If I ever fired it the noise would wake the dead, but no one would be harmed.

 

[catlover]

Frank

As I took her into my arms for our dance, I told her "I was introdiced to you as TeddyBear, but my name is Frank. It is all part of the mystique of our wonderful hostess Merelan, whom I have known very well for a long time. I was here last year,and it was the most memorable party (read that thread) of the entire year. I am really happy to meet you and hope we will see a lot of each other tonight and in the future."

I held her tight as we danced to the wonderful music. She felt so wonderful in my arms, and as she held me, I wondered if I would be her teddy bear for the night. I thought how nice that would be, as we fit together and moved together so nicely. Heather was very light on her feet and a delight to dance with.

By the time the song ended - others were dancing too, and more people were arriving, in some of the most outlandish costumes imaginable. There I was dressed as a teddy bear - my calling in life - and Heather as a little girl, but feeling her up against me, I well knew that costume was hiding a full grown woman, and all my juices were flowing as hand in hand, we strolled over toward the entrance to see who was coming to the party.

I told her I had really enjoyed the dance and wanted to dance again as soon as the orchestra returned from their break, which came at a most inopportune time for us.

 

[MissVictoria]

Emma (grecian statue)

The mask she wore was heavy, but as Emma observed costume after costume that appeared before her, she realised that she had really gotten the good end of the deal compared to some... especially the costumes that clinked and clanked, or looked as if they would soon tear.

After the entrances had slowed, she set off alone to explore the mansion a bit. In the ballroom a couple was already dancing - a woman dressed as a little girl in ackward high heels, and a man who... well, Emma really didn't know what he was, but it involved tufts of fur here and there. She was reminded of the costumes in the musical 'cats', but the mask was... oh! A bear! A cuddly teddy bear, from the looks of the way he was holding the woman.

She eventually found her way to the bar after pausing to view a few of the marvelous paintings that graced the walls. Ordering a cosmopalitan martini, she leaned against the bar waiting for the drink, and marvelling that she was here.

Even if she spent the entire night as a wallflower, she was excited to be amidst the colourful bustle.

 

[Guest]

Dawn

Dawn entered the ballroom and walked across the floor. She noticed a couple dancing. Her eyes, wide with wonder, wandered over the room and it's inhabitants. She took in the esquisite decor and the intricate costumes.

She noticed some who seemingly knew one another. They shared glances and smiles that were far to familiar for strangers. Some seemed familiar to her. However, she simply couldn't place them.

She walked to the bar, shimmied upon the bar stool.

"Umm I would like a wine cooler, please." The bar tender looked at her and smiled.

"Ma'am. May I offer you something a little stronger. It may help you relax and enjoy yourself, which is all that He requires."

"Oh," she said, "Okay. May I have Southern Comfort on ice, then?" Very quickly she found her hand wrapped around her cool drink. She took a sip and closed her eyes as the thick, warm fluid slipped down her throat. It has been so long since she had had such a drink, she savored every bit of it.

She noticed a rather handsome man dressed in a Marshall costume. She also noticed his gun. She wondered if the selection in constumes was intentional and smiled.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Heather (School girl)

When the dance ended, she smiled and thanked him for the dance. Letting him lead her to the door to see the new arrivals. Heather was slowly getting used to being perched on 3 inch heels. But her legs were screaming out the cruelty. She excused herself from Frank and walked over to the bar.
"Bar tender i would like a jack and coke please?"
Getting her drink she sat down on the stool and even recalled to corss her legs. Smiling to the woman next to her she sipped her drink. She seen some strange costumes. And spiderman looked like his costume was made of fruit leather more than material. She was debating on socializing a little, but she was still getting used to this whole thing. Merelan was still busy greeting people at the door, Heather waited. She wanted to badly to ask her why she was invited here? She barely knew Merelan, and had no idea who the "Master" was who invited her.
Heather glanced down the bar and seen the Marshal leaning against it, those guns were a nice touch. There was another Woman in a cat outfit. As she gazed at the various costumes and thought about the invitation she had gotten, she realized something. This was no normal party, These costumes were made to easily come off and go back on. Tempting and teasing with the views they provided of each persons body. Heather shifted in her chair, Her awareness grew by the minute. It wouldnt take long, she thought, before her sexual drive was out of control. Sipping her drink she turned in her chair and Smiled at Frank.
"This is going to be interesting.."

 

[catlover]

Frank (teddybear)

The music resumed.The thought of that nice dance stayed with me, and there was Heather seated on a bar stool - just the sight of her gave me a hot flash,and I wanted anorther dance with her, but as I approached the bar, out of the corner of my eye there stood a woman in a cat costume. Somehow something looked funny.There were little fringes of fur on her outfit, but there was a little flash of pink in the middle of the fur covering one breast, What was that? I thought as I walked toward the bar. Then looking her over more closely there was a patch of fur on her crotch, but it didnt look right either. Her legs were together and slightly crossed, but all I could think of was pubic hair and it didnt match quite right, unless there was a dye job either here or there.

I had to check it out, so I went to her, introduced myself, and asked the catwoman for a dance.I thiought "how appropriate- catlover dancing with a kitten?"