Unlimited pleasure for the Rich and Famous

[Merelan]

Shadow:

At the first whisper of yes, my knees stopped trembling. I felt surer, and more confidant. And more aroused by the shine in her eyes, caused by held back tears. I leaned into her arms and laid my head on her shoulder. Our naked bodies touching, rubbing. My nipples hard with the thoughts of her and I laying in a tangled mess on the bed.
I let my hands slowly slide down her back and cup her incredible ass. Her cock pressed hard against my belly, demanding attenton. Her breasts, so perfect, also calling to me.
Our mouths met again, and the flame burst. I moaned and ground against her, needing her, wanting her to take me, fill me. But slowly, oh so teasingly her tongue licked over my lips and she pulled away. My eyes pleading with her.
I slipped one hand between us and cupped a breast. Lowering my eyes was hard, as ours were locked, but I gazed down at her breast cupped there so invitingly. Kissing my way down her neck and shoulders. Her hands pulling me tighter to her by gripping my butt.
I pushed her toward the bed, wanting her laid out for my feasting. But she was stronger then I, and resisted. Looking up I asked why with my eys. But hers just sparkled merrily. Uh oh. She was up to something.

 

[SpectreT]

Kerry Collins, MD

I had another wicked thought as we were kissing, and she was squeezing and rubbing me. I bent down and scooped up the leather cuffs I had been wearing eariler.

"Have you ever been made love to while restrained? I promise, this time, no pain, no domination games, just you strapped down to my bed while I concentrate on sating both our lusts."

I bit my lip as I gave that mischievous thought voice. Wonder if she'll go for it?

 

[Merelan]

Shadow:

I blushed. How had she known my secret thoughts? My lip trembled as I answered.
"No. Never. Till now." Holding out my hands to her.

 

[Make_My_Day]

Medusa

I enjoyed the breakfast with Julie and Frank, it was relaxing and I had a good feeling about Julie.
give her a few days to get adjusted I thought.
I looked at the clock.. oh dear how time flies!

“Do you have any other questions?” I asked as I turned to Julie. She shyly shook her head.
“Good” I said pleased and rose from my chair. “Frank.. what were your plans for this morning?”
He shrug his shoulders and smiled as he expected the following question “Would you mind showing Julie around? And Julie.. you can take your residence in any available room or apartment you’d like. Luis will bring in your bags if you have any”
With a loving smile and a little nod I turned and headed back to my office.. there was so much I needed to do today, tons of paperwork and moreover.. I was expecting guests.

 

[SpectreT]

Kerry Collins, MD

I smiled as I wrapped the first cuff around her left wrist, buckling it fairly tightly, Just enough give to it for circulation and some wriggling of the fingers. She looked at it as if it were an alien thing there, surprise on her face.

"It's soft!" She gasped. "Soft and warm...."

"Yes." I was buckling her other wrist even as I spoke with her. "The only look like those nasty rough, stiff restraints you see in mental hospitals. Soft kid leather, still warm from my skin..."

I looked up at her thoughtfully as I buckled the ankle restraints. Face up, or face down? I wondered, then remembered pain was not on tonights agenda, not even a little spanking with that hairbrush. Well, maybe I'd ask her to spank me later..

"Lie back, lover," I grinned at her as I said it, "Whoever put this place together knew that this moment was coming."

I was referring to anchor points in the bed, eye bolts strategically placed at the four corners, and all up and down the sides. I held up the gag, looking at it, then looking at her. I cocked my eyebrow. "Want to try this?" I presented it, like a model in a game show displaying a car. "Soft blue rubber ball, two inches in diameter, mounted on soft kid leather straps in the classic 'head harness' style. Main strap, chin strap and overhead strap. California emissions package not available in some areas."

She surpressed a giggle and shook her head. "Not yet. Maybe later, but not now."

I set it on the night stand, then grinned at her. I closed my eyes, brought out 'Doctor Collins' and re-focused on her.

"Subject seems to suffer from periodic bouts of manic frenzy. Initial recommendation was for sedation, but I believe an alternative therapy may work. Sexual pleasure, carefully monitored, should normalize the subject's body chemistry. Subject should be restrained, both for her own protection, and her caregiver's." I winked at her.

I hope she's catching on to the game.....

[Edited by SpectreT on 05-02-2001 at 07:31 PM]

 

[Master T.]

OOC: I hope I got the time right – feel free to place me in another time schedule though if need be.

IC: Thomas Gordon:
The first rays of sunshine were caught in the rotating blades of the helicopter that had come to Paris / Charles De Gaulle airport to pick me up. I had chosen an early time to arrive at the pleasure resort which La Maison Blanche promised to be for two reasons: The first , quite simple, I felt like relaxing a little before the more physical activities, by their nature more vivid during the night, would begin. The second reason though being one of caution, acquired during my travels. I had learned to not rely on anyone but myself, to be in control of myself and possibly my surrounding at all times and so the urge to check out a new surrounding in the day of light and see possible traps or hidden hooks had not turned into a paranoia, but had become second nature for me.

Soon the helicopter seemed to drop a little and the scenery , before already beautiful, became breathtaking. Underneath a cushion of lush greens of woods and gardens seemed to hold a sparkling white diamond that could be nothing but the famous (though not yet infamous) Maison Blanche. Louis, as pilot had introduced himself, gave me a few last bits of information via the headphones we were wearing, including a short description of the way to the mansion and told me to not worry about the luggage, it would be brought to my room immediately. After the helicopter had gently touched ground with a friendly and firm handshake we parted, and ducking under the whirling blades I made my way to the almost blinding white structure that hosted so much promises of pleasures to come.

Upon arriving at the gate I was greeted by a cute maid, wearing indeed a maids uniform that was on the brink of modesty and spoke of taste, underlining the assets of the wearer without being a blunt offer of the treasures within. I couldn’t hide a smile as I followed the black and white swirl of petticoats and legs down the hall to what must be the Madam’s Office.

My charming guide knocked and then curtsied to leave me when an enchanting melodic “Entrez-vous, s’il vous plait” asked me in. Without hesitation I opened the door, to find myself facing my hostess for the next few days.

 

[Merelan]

Shadow:

I lay there, my arms stretched above me. Watching her move, with catlike grace. Yes, that's what that phrase meant. She almost seemed to purr as she circled me. My mouth felt dry as I wondered what I was doing, what I had let myself in for. But then she lay one hand on me, on my belly, and I warmed. I knew. I was hers, to seduce, to love to make love to. I moaned as I watched her. Her perfection, her beauty radiated from her as she seemed to ponder what to do first.


"Subject seems to suffer from periodic bouts of manic frenzy. Initial recommendation was for
sedation, but I believe an alternative therapy may work. Sexual pleasure, carefully monitored,
should normalize the subject's body chemistry. Subject should be restrained, both for her own
protection, and her caregiver's." I winked at her.

I smiled, and blushed. A game, she was playing a game. Was I crazy, yes I was... for her. I lunged at her, snapping my teeth and trying to look wild. Giggling a bit though too.

 

[SpectreT]

Kerry Collins, MD

She snapped her teeth at me as I moved in to caress her.

Wonderful, she's playing the part..

"Try to bite me one more time, young lady, and I'll be forced to use the gag. You know the rules."

I moved back toward the bed, dragging my fingernails across her belly this time, watching as she sucked in her breath, muscles taut beneath satin-smooth skin. She was fighting an attack of the giggles, and I wondered if it was the game or if she was ticklish. A light flush covered her from chest to face, and there was a certain amount of wildness there.

I changed directions, moving to the foot of the bed, climbing up onto it between her legs, which I began to caress, rubbing her calves and thighs, listening to her soft moans and enjoying the shape and strength as I squeezed her calves lightly, stroked the outside of her thighs, and traced the insides in a slow, swirling pattern, starting near the knees and working my way up. At the juncture of hip and thigh, I pressed and rubbed with my thumbs, getting a much louder moan from her as I moved my hands up her hips. She bucked on the bed as I ran one hand over her warm mound, and I renewed my resolve not to work for her climax until she was thrashing and cursing, and then not to let her stop coming until she begged me.

I moved further up her, caressing her belly and watching the pattern of goose-bumps as they sprung out first on her belly, then her thighs and calves, even her breasts and arms. She was squirming a little, but not quite sure of herself in her bound state.

"Struggle. Work against your bonds, remind yourself that you're helpless, that you gave me the gift of your body, and now I'm taking it." I leaned in even as my hands found her breasts, and whispered, "Sorry to break character like this, but remember, all you have to do is try and bite me and I'll gag you." I squeezed her breasts, starting at the base and pulling them forward gently, almost milking them with my hands, working towards the tips, which I gently squeezed, then bent down to rasp her aureole with my tongue.

 

[Merelan]

I growled deep in my throat as she talked. Bite her? I wanted to devour her. I struggled but she really had tied me down. Snapping again at her I almost laughed. But struggled even harder as she reached for the gag.
"oh God. No. Please." Whimpering and pleading.

[Edited by Merelan on 05-03-2001 at 07:30 AM]

 

[SpectreT]

I furrowed my brow as I thought this through. I'd warned her about her teeth, but was she baiting me, or was it a slip-up? I picked up the gag and looked at her, heard the slight whine in her voice.

"I warned you." It took a little work, but I'd perfected a technique for applying ballgags in situations like this; I pressed one hand against her forehead, and holding the ball against her lips with my fingertips, I pressed down on her chin with the heel of my hand. Slowly, I managed to open her mouth, and squeezed the soft rubber ball in. Working quickly, I pulled the main strap tight behind her head, buckling it fairly tight, but not painfully so, then pulling the next strap over the top of her head and attaching it to the main strap. I finished by pulling the last strap under her jaw and buckling it there. That ball was now trapped in her mouth.

She bucked and struggled for a few seconds, her eyes pleading with me.

"If you're serious about having that gag out, hum the 'Jeopardy' theme. That's also how you tell me if you're in trouble. I apologise, I should've thought of safe words before we got started, but I think you deserve that little reminder in your mouth." I turned and went to the make-up table, picking up a hand mirror, I went back to her. "Besides, I think you look sexy with that big blue ball in your mouth, don't you?" I held the mirror up to her face, making sure she could see herself in it.

[Edited by SpectreT on 05-03-2001 at 09:05 AM]

 

[Merelan]

Shadow:

I struggled and pleaded, trying to tell her I didn't want it. But somehow my body gave in and I was gagged. I pleaded again, with my eyes. I lay still, feeling aroused, more and more.
The jeapordy theme? Oh god. I didn't know that. I shook my head wildly, moaning and trying to tell her. Almost crying. What safe words. I didn't know the theme!!!

 

[SpectreT]

I blinked as she thrashed harder, and I saw tears of panic start to form. I furrowed my brow again. Why was she panicking? Even as I was pondering this, I was reaching for the buckles on the gag.

"Hold still. Don't panic. You're safe, I'm right here." She blinked at me through her tears as I undid the gag, and removed it. "Let me guess. You don't know the theme from the game show, 'Jeopary'." I closed my eyes.

"My fault again. When people are just getting started with one another playing bondage games, they use safe words, usually two safe words. One basically means the submissive, in this scene that's you, has some kind of problem, anything from cramps to a panic attack. The second means 'stop right now, you've gone too far, I don't want to play anymore.' they should be words that one wouldn't ordinarily use, like 'elephant', or 'pomegranate'. Additionaly, they should have some kind of signal when the sub is gagged, like humming a tune. I just stuck on 'Jeopardy' because I thought everyone in the world was familiar with it. It goes like this...." I hummed it for her a few times. "Forgive me? And let's come up with some safe words so we don't have another one of these bobbles."

 

[Merelan]

Shadow:
As she released the gag I felt a tear slip. Yet, she guessed.
"I don't watch tv. I am sorry." Almost sobbing as she explained what safe words were. Holding my hand and stroking my face. Oh God. She was so wonderful. I felt like a child next to her. She hummed a bit.
"Oh I know that song." My smile brightening. "I didn't know that was the theme song though. I can do that. If you want..." eyeing the gag and hoping. No. I lunged again, almost catching her. Thrashing harder and trying so hard not to laugh. Crying out Indian howls like a madwoman.

 

[SpectreT]

Kerry Collins, MD

Well, that worked out better than I hoped...

She was eyeing the gag a little more, and almost got me as I followed her glance. It only took me a couple of seconds to get her gagged again, her naitive war chant had her mouth quite open, and I didn't let her thrash her head as I got her buckled back into it. She immediately calmed down for a couple seconds, looking me in the eyes. The tenderness and trust I saw there nearly made me cry again. She mumbled something unintelligeable throught the bright blue rubber ball, and grinning, I picked up the mirror again, showing her her face, framed in pale, natural kidskin, and her jaws stretched open by the ball.

"Subject shows some signs of calming when gagged, and despite a brief panic attack, still appears quite aroused," I narrated in my dry, clinical Doctor Voice, "I should be able to continue the experiment without trouble, now that the danger of biting is passed."

I resumed my working of her breasts, which were flushed bright red from my strong, gentle handling of them. I rubbed my penis against her belly as I straddled her and played with her teats; she was whining into the ballgag, and squirming again, this time a slow, lazy, sensual squirm. Still struggling against her bonds, but in a controlled way. She seemed to enjoy helplessness at my hands, and her continued trust was a warm, powerful glow in my belly. My cock, however, was far less patient than I; it was leaking a little pre-ejaculate, making a slippery spot where it rubbed her smooth, flat satin-skinned belly.

"Where was I? Oh, yes. Subject is reacting quite favorably to breast massage, and the very sexual nature of the experiment." I left her breasts alone, and slid down the bed, between her wide-stretched thighs and examined her pussy. "Subject's vulva is showing signs of tumescence, the labia minora and clitoris are bright red and somewhat puffy, signs of increased blood flow to the genitals in anticipation of sexual activity." Making sure my warm breath was blowing on her sex, I continued my monologue, as if recording it for a report. "Subject's vagina seems to be lubricating, another sign of sexual readiness. I will begin by slowly introducing a finger into the vagina." Suiting word to deed, I worked my middle finger into her very tight and hot pussy. It's walls rippling and squeezing my finger, and trying to pull it deeper.

 

[Merelan]

Shadow:
There was nothing I could do. She held the mirror up and my eyes widened. My god. I looked like those woman in the pictures. Held captive and used for sexual pleasure.
I was though, wasn't I?
Her voice, so calm and cold. So clinical. I squirmed and moaned, trying to speak instictively as she massaged and toyed with my breasts. I was so sensitive, she almost had me cumming. Her own nipples hard and pointing at me. I wanted to suck them, an tried to raise my head, but she slithered downward, and it wouldn't have mattered, with the gag and all.
Her cock was rock solid and pressing against me. I could feel it's trail as she moved. Wanting it now. this minute. my moans frantic as she talked about my reactions. Her fingers touching, then slpping into me. Raising my hips I tried to get more of her finger. Wanting more, needing it. Growling in my frustration. That got her attention again. My eyes met hers as she coldly watched me struggle.
I lay there writhing, helpless. Unable to even speak my needs. Yet she knew them. the helpless ness added to the pleasure. There was no guilt, for I couldn't stop her.

 

[SpectreT]

Kerry Collins, MD

The wild animal was back in her eyes as I fingered her, moving my poiter finger in as well, I crossed them inside her, and twisted my paired fingers within her. As I did this, I sucked my pinky on that hand, slicking it up with my saliva, chuckling dryly at the wicked maneuver I was about to perform. I went to fucking my fingers in and out of her, then curled my ring finger out of the way, aimed my pinky, and sank it into her anus in one push. Both of her holes clamped hard on my fingers, and she howled incoherently into the gag. She was coming now, and judging by how hard she was thrashing, and the noises she was making through the gag, it was a mindscrambler. I almost came myself at the intensity of her orgasm. I let my thumb touch base on her clitoris even as I kept pumping the fingers of my right hand into her holes. Glancing at the clock, it was nearly a full minute that she came on my fingers. I finally let up on her enough to let her breathe.

"Subject responds easily to manipulation of genitals, and experienced a powerful orgasm at the use of a technique called the 'Texas Shocker'. It remains to be determined wheter the Subject is anal-erotic or not, but this is a good indicator. The next phase of this treatment will include intercourse." I looked into her glazed eyes, wondering if she'd returned to earth yet.

 

[Merelan]

OOC... please forgive typos you have me shaking so hard.

Shadow:

Her fingers twisting and seemed to grow, swell somehow inside me. I was so close to cumming, trying to get just a bit more friction.
"AWWWWWWWWWWWWW....." Even with the gag I had screamed, deep in my throat. But I didn't notice till later. I was cumming. A painful shot through my ass and I was cumming hard, harder then possible. I was dying. Floating higher. Somehow she had killed me, part of my mind thinking these thoughts and the rest blown away. Over and over she thrust, then contact to my clit and I exploded again, and again. For eternity she held me there. Unable to do anything but be the orgasm. Every fiber screaming, my wrists pulled painfully, yet it only added to it. I couldn't stop her.
Slowly I drifted down, like a slow stream, her hand soothing, her voice reaching me through a veil of grey.

"technique called the 'Texas Shocker'. It remains to be determined wheter the Subject is
anal-erotic or not, but this is a good indicator. The next phase of this treatment will include
intercourse."
My eyes widened as it dawned on me she wasn't done. There was no way I could respond to anymore. My body shot, overloaded. Yet even as I lay there drained, I felt my heart beating, my intake of air slowing. And my pussy, silently begging for more. The pain in my ass dampened, yet felt odd, yet, erotic. She was moving again, and my eyes glued to her. Her body calling to mine. It was unbelievable, but i was arousing, wanting her again. Wanting her to fuck me hard, take me. Make me hers only. To feel her breasts crushed against mine. to taste her as she plundered me with that gorgeous cock. I closed my eyes and whimpered. Knowing how I must look to her.

 

[SpectreT]

Kerry Collins, MD

I smiled lazily at her and winked again.

"Subject appears lucid following her powerful orgasm." I caressed her whole vulva lightly seeing her flinch as I did so. "Are you too sensitive for the next phase, young lady? We can call it a night here if you're done...." I fought to surpress a grin as she frantically shook her head no, and tried to thrust her hips at my hand. My nasty little mind tapped me on the mental shoulder and reminded me that Tigre's office wasn't the only supply of bondage toys, and I grinned at her as I went over to my dresser.

"Would you like to suck me? You've already shown me that you like biting, so I can't trust my cock in your mouth... Quite the dilemma." I rummaged through my lingerie, finding my handcuffs, leg irons and belly chain which had been 'appropriated' for me by one of my few friends who didn't drop me when I started living as a woman; he was a corrections officer, and they used these to transport prisoners for transfer or to and from court. I showed them to Shadow.

"I'd like you to go through my clothes, pick out something slutty for me, and escort me to breakfast tomorrow shackled like a prisoner. I'd also like to wear that ballgag you've got on right now." I nodded to the pile of chain. "Okay?"

She nodded, her eyes wide.

"You need to explore your dominant side, too, and I'd like to help. Mind you, I still haven't found the toy I'm looking for... Wait! Here it is! A Ring Gag!" I held it up. A two-inch rubber-coated steel ring with leather straps. "This is so you can suck me, and I don't have to worry about your teeth. The ring will keep you from biting me. If you want me in your mouth, that's the deal. Grunt once for yes, twice for no."

 

[Merelan]

Shadow:

I lay, trying to breathe through my nose, and calm myself.


"Subject appears lucid following her powerful orgasm." Her hands caressing me, I tried to pull away. It felt so good it was painful.

"Are you too sensitive for the next phase, young lady? We can call it a night
here if you're done...."

No, I shook my head. Trying to raise my hips so she would fuck me. Oh God. No. I was frantic, please. I pleaded with my eyes, almost in tears. Knowing that if I wasn't wearing this gag, I would be pleading and begging her to take me.

"Would you like to suck me? You've already shown me that you like biting, so I can't trust my
cock in your mouth... Quite the dilemma." She rummaged around, oh God. I hated this gag. Suck her? I would love to. Love to devour that cock, feel it slide down my throat. I whimpered and pleaded. No biting my mind screamed. A tear sliding down my cheek. God I felt so helpless. Then clanking and the sounds of chains. Fear flew back into my mind. What was she doing?

"I'd like you to go through my clothes, pick out something slutty for me, and escort me to
breakfast tomorrow shackled like a prisoner. I'd also like to wear that ballgag you've got on right
now." No,yes. Anything. What were they? I had seen people shackled. Why? Then I froze. Yes, slutty. She was a slut. I would revenge myself on her by finding, or creating a slutty, trashy outfit to show the world, or our companions here, what a whore she was. I smiled, or tried to around the gag.

"Okay?" I nodded. Yes that was fine. She was in for a surprise though. I would flaunt her body to them all.

"You need to explore your dominant side, too, and I'd like to help. Mind you, I still haven't found
the toy I'm looking for... Wait! Here it is! A Ring Gag!" My eyes widened. What was that for?
"This is so you can suck me, and I don't have to worry about your teeth.
The ring will keep you from biting me. If you want me in your mouth, that's the deal. Grunt once for yes, twice for no." I paused, it would hurt me, no. Trusted her, and wanted, needed her cock in my mouth this minute. My legs rubbed together as I nodded, and grunted yes, feeling like an animal.

[Edited by Merelan on 05-04-2001 at 04:58 AM]

 

[Master T.]

Thomas Gordon:

It was an amicable conversation I had with Madam Medusa (OOC: sorry - but I guess I am still sitting / standing in your office since I arrived, just wanted to post a little reminder of my presence ) She was sure one of the most stunning treasures this house seemed to hold in abundance, and for I moment I caught myself wondering if she would be "of service" too. I dismissed the thought, scolding myself for those silly thoughts in the bright morning light. She sure wouldn't run the bussiness during day and scramble her clients' sheets at night.

Listening to her melodic voice telling me about the offers and rules of her truely wonderful mansion I took another sip of the Champagne she had offered earlier. With an annoyed frown though I noticed a slight headache that wouldn't pass - I had been working almost the whole night through and it seemed I had smoked too much to go well with the Brandy I had had.

 

[SpectreT]

Kerry Collins, MD

"Great! Let's get this ball out of there, then." I removed the ballgag. "Work your jaw from side to side for a couple minutes. It's tough having your jaw stretched at first. You get used to gags, though, the more you wear them."

She nodded, and moved her jaw sideways for a few minutes, helping the muscles stretch a little.

"If you didn't do that exercise, your jaw would cramp up and ache from being stretched so much." I held up the ring gag. "These look imposing, but they're no less comfortable than the ball." She was thrashing again, and trying to bite. "Not terribly patient, eh?" I held her head down, and after a few tense minutes of struggle, got the ring between her teeth holding her jaw open, and leaving her mouth available. "Nearly got me that time, too. If I didn't know better, I'd swear you were really trying to bite me."

I showed her my cock, now a dark angry shade of red, searing hot and visibly pulsing. I rubbed it against her face, smiling as she twisted her head this way and that, trying to capture it in her forcibly open mouth. Slowly, I put just the head in, then a few inches. Her tongue rasping the underside of my prick, though wether she was trying to keep me out or play with me was debateable. Her eyes seemed to ask me for more, but the angle was all wrong for me to go much deeper, although even buried to the root, I'd only have an inch or so down her throat.

 

[Merelan]

Shadow:
I wirked my jaw, trying to ease the cramping. She was right.
Get used to them? Not me. I was vocal and liked it I had found out. I snapped at her a few times, liking the animal feeling she had aroused in me. It was my turn tomorrow and I would make her pay for all this.

Then she slipped the other in. My mouth held open. It felt strange, but didn't hurt. Then her cock, only inches from me. I lunged trying to get it. Teasingly she wiped it on my face. My eyes pleading again. Fuck my mouth now, damn it.
Then she teased, an inch, my tongue instantly licking out at it. Mmm. A drop of precum. I wanted to taste more. Not sure where I wanted it more. My mouth, my pussy, or, god help me. My ass. All three. I had heard of that.
Then she slid a little more, it felt odd, unable to surround it with my lips. But my tongue kept it's licking.

 

[Nymph]

After Frank had shown her around, Julie chose one of the rooms--with a giant bed and her own bathroom!
Then she apologized to Frank, saying she wanted some time to clean up and make herself comfortable. She half expected him to get al little angry--and she really felt bad for being so rude after his kindness--but he just smiled and left her.

Julie sighed as she looked at her bid bed. It looked very comfortable. But then, it would have to be--then men who'd use her would want comfort as well.

She mentally shook herself.

Stop it! You can't go on like this, you've got to get used to what you are, you've got to accept it and like it.
It's not as though you don't like sex...and when you think of all the thinks Paul did to you, its not very probable anything that's asked from you will disgust you.

But it will be other men...oh stop it! You've got to forget Paul, you can't bring him back!

Pressing back her tears, she took off her clothes and looked at herself in the mirror.
Yes...all in all, she rather like her body. And chances were other would too.

A few minutes later she left the room. She was barefoot, and wearing jeans-shorts and a pink tank-top. She wasn't quite sure why she had decided for these. Perhaps because they were so youthful and reminded her of happier days. Or perhaps because they were among the few of her outfits which did not loudly scream "I'm a whore! Come and fuck me!" But her legs, stomach and arms were still exposed, so Miss Medusa would perhaps not mind her wearing it.
She had put panties and a bra on. And not one of the more erotic selections, but of sensible white cotton.

She made her way to the hall where she'd had breakfast, wondering if she'd meet anyone...

 

[catlover]

Frank

I was sitting there having another cupof coffee when she returned, wearing a pretty smile alonfg with a cute pauir of shorts and a simple top, with a bare midriff.

I invited her to accompany me on a walk through the grounds, to see the gardens. the pool, and other items that I thought might interest her.

Taking her hand, I led her out the door into the sunshine, admiring how nice she looked in casual clothesinstead of the business-like attire I'd seen her in before.

 

[Make_My_Day]

Medusa

(OOC: sorry to have kept you waiting MasterT..)

As I was bended over the papers on my desk, there was a soft knock on the door “Entrez-vous, s’il vous plait” I automatically said. It was Claudette, behind her a very handsome looking man. “Madame.. Monsieur Gordon a arrivé” I thanked her and she left.
I rose from my chair and approached this mister Gordon. I had received his note, confirming his stay but I had never expected to come face to face with such a beautiful man.. It was like he had stepped out of my dreams, standing here before me, breathtaking. I was truly swept of my feet for a minute there.
I managed to regain my posture before I reached him and stretched out my hand to him.
“Enchanté Monsieur, Je suis Medusa, bienvenue a la Maison Blanche“. It was no effort to put on my most endearing smile.. it came natural when I looked into his dark, sparkling eyes.
“Voulez vous parler en Français ou en Anglais?” He smiled at me. “English would be fine” he replied.
I nodded politely “please take a seat Mr Gordon, would you like some champagne?”

We had a little conversation about the house rules and that sort of thing. I told him the usual story, my voice and lips working on the automatic pilot.. My mind was drifting to different places, my body was warm and tingling..
At the same time I was angry at myself for allowing someone to have such an impact on me and I was determined not to give in to my desire.. well.. not easily anyway..

As I was talking, I noticed his frown. He seemed somewhat annoyed. I stopped talking, wondering what it was that I had said wrong “is something the matter Mr Gordon?”
A soft little voice from somewhere deep inside of me spoke up please like it here.. please say you'll stay.. I tried to ignore it..