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The Masquerade
Calliope

   
              
I was running late...
The invitation stated the ball started promptly at 9pm...all should be
masked...and dressed in a manner to suit an erotic fantasy...I had chosen to
go as Circe...the siren that had lured men in days of old...and yes..I was
delighted to lure a man...but one in particular...you had caught my eye.and
then my heart...

and at the villa...you had captured my soul...

Hurrying up the steps from the graveled drive...the double doors of the
great mansion were opening...and a footman...with the full white curled wig
of Louis XVI's era, bowed and took my long, hooded cloak...and showing me
inside led me to the entrance where the crowd was gathering...

I milled amongst them...acting as though it was an everyday occurrence to
mingle with the rich and depraved...

When You and I had spoken about tonight, You refused to describe your
costume...and so I kept mine secret...

the long silky golden curls of my wig came to below my hips.... my silver
and sequined half mask left my lush mouth with its dark carmine lipstick and
the black silk beauty patch beside it exposed...but most of my nose and
cheeks and eyes were concealed.

My Grecian gown... while leaving arms and one shoulder bare, while on the
opposite shoulder the dresss was held by a clasp in the shape of a naked
satyr...my left breast was completely exposed...it's nipple rouged a ruby
hue.... it’s pale flesh like the richest of creams...

the delicate chained girdle, that crisscrossed about my waist and upper
stomach,was designed with sparkling rubies,pearls and sapphires..they winked
naughtily in the glow of the chandeliers...

the soft folds of the chemise fell to my feet...which were sandalled...my
toenails painted a deep cranberry hue....a thin gold toe ring glinted on the
middle toe of my right foot...

the left ankle adorned with the thin slave bracelet you had personally
attached and which could only be removed by you…..You held the only key...

My Grecian frock was of the deepest midnight...causing my pale flesh to
rival the shining stars scattered across a velvet sky...my golden tresses
giving me the air of a stranger, the sense of total power to be and do
anything I chose this night with full impunity.... it sent little shivers
over my skin..to think of what this night would hold..

You never participated in the activities of the aristocrats...not unless the
entertainments were of the carnal variety.  Knowing this....I was both
excited and on edge with wonder.....would I meet your expectations this
night?

I milled amongst the Napoleons..the Tristans.. a Venus or two...revelers iin
all manners of guises from mythology... centuries of lovers made immortal
and brought to life once more this very night through
fantasy...

I looked around discreetly, sipping my wine....strolling casually
about...yet...I did not sense you...at least not the man I  had come to know
at the Villa....But, my very being knew you were here...my heart told me
that...but not among the few that I had met...So, I kept
searching...allowing my inner knowing to reach out....I would know
you...yes...always...

The light touch of lips to my exposed left shoulder sent chills into my very
womb...and turning.... I looked up into a face familiar and yet that of a
stranger...a dangerous one at that.for you had come disguised as the Marquis
de Sade...and the wicked grin that settled upon that lucious mouth...it made
me want to fuck you.....right there in front of them all...without care to
reputation or to safety...

I wanted you desperately...but, time with you had shown me that you never
ever went about the game of Eros in a rush...no, you had taught me that one
must savor each small nuance...every turn of the head..each sigh that moved
beneath the breast....the feel of lashes sweeping lightly upon one's
cheek....or inner thigh.....

Oh, the way you savored my private garden..it was as if the poets wrote
their words with each sweep of your tongue...each touch of your lips...

the mastery of  your touches...your disciplines..your love of mixing a bit
of pain and pleasure...it had made of me an addict...and I vowed that I
would never seek a cure...

"Come, my lovely siren..my goddess....come with me to a room that was made
with us in mind...”

I took your arm...laying my small, pale hand that covered a core of pure
strength upon that offered arm...and we moved as one through the crowd...and
looking around ...I saw there were others coming..and my heart quickened...I
knew then this would not be as before...you had decided to bring a new level
to our play...

The room was designed with very high ceilings, as most were when built for
the rich a couple of hundred years ago...furnished with opulent
decadence...money was shouted out in each original piece of art...and I
worked to keep my keen enjoyment to myself.

This was not the type of crowd in which to show vulnerability of any
degree....and I wanted to show you that I could easily fit into your
life...no matter which part....or how depraved.....

I sucked in my slightly rounded belly.... You had once spent an hour
lovingly kissing and sucking and biting it...telling me how very stimulating
it was...a soft cushion for your head, you said with a roguish smile.   Ah,
you made me weak at times.

As we entered further into the massively appointed room...I could now
discern the many casual sofas placed about in a random pattern...most of
them wide enough to have been put to use as double beds...and there were
incense burners lit...the scent of some origin I was not familiar with, but
having an immediate affect on one's senses....

I felt the bit of stress in my limbs begin to dissolve...and I took a deep
breath...and looking up into that masked face, seeing those remarkable eyes
shining down at me, filled with deep lust, affection. and yes. a bit of
possessive pride...it made me straighten...wanting to earn your respect, to
not disappoint you in any way amongst these posturing peacocks...

A man...dressed as Henry VIII...stood upon a dais at the far end of the
room...and told everyone to choose a name from the bowl being brought about
by a slave boy...(he was as naked as the day he was born, I thought with a
bit of shock).... A black metal collar was fastened about his neck....

The pretend King then spoke of the rules...that as you reached in and chose
a slip of paper...... and those initials were called out...those owners
would then move to the front, and be paired off with others called....and I
grew a bit anxious..what if I was separated from you...you patted my
hand...lifting it, kissing the finger tips  before turning it over to lick
the palm seductively. I melted, a puddle of warmth at your feet, and you
laughed softly. Knowingly. You bent near and whispered that you expected me
to be open and totally submissive, to whomever drew my name from the bowl.

I began to protest, to beg you to not desert me. You moved close to me,
pressing my back into the wall behind me.  Leaning very close to my
ear...You whispered huskily, firmly, and told me that I would do as you
said...or pay the consequences.

I stared, shocked,  and yes...with excitedly aroused disbelief...you had
always been a person of strong actions...but you had never spoken to me in
this way before...like you owned me...and I would obey....or else...

You know...I believed you, and knew you would be ruthless in getting the
point across....because beneath it all ..Your desire was to see me freed of
the shackles others had put on me.... to see me open and accepting my erotic
self, and all the erotic possibilities that came into my life.

each group was finally arranged...I found myself with three men...and one
other woman...all in varying period costumes...which we each had to shed
within the allotted time....

I was the last in my group...one, because they each had so much more to
remove...whilst I had only this thin, Grecian gown with nothing
beneath...and finally, I had no choice but to remove it...taking the
bejewelled girdle chain off, and once naked, putting it back on my waist...

I then kicked off my sandals...standing by the large sofa.... looking down
at the floor...a sense of profound shyness nearly freezing me inside and
out...until a hint of a sigh was heard behind me...and turning...I could
only stare...she was beyond beautiful...she was sex incarnate...from the tip
of her coal black hair, that was arranged in waves to hang well past her
hips...and her solid turquoise eyes...ah, they were intensely
alive...vibrant...her straight roman nose..and the lips that were a bit thin
and wide, with the lower lip full and pouty. It made yearn to take a bite out
of it.

I stood there, dazed, savoring the high cheekbones... long swan-like
neck...full sloping breasts tipped in deep cherry red...a sylph like
figure...wide flat hips...and legs that were shapely and went on
forever...long, narrow feet.....

She was so very womanly...an earth mother...lush and verdant in her
fecundity...and I knew with the same knowledge of you...that she would be my
lover that night...and for all the times to come.

Her eyes were glued to my face...and one long slender finger touched the tip
of my nipple...the impudent nub rose proudly, hard and long, unashamed to beg
for attention... and I blushed deeply...and she laughed, lightly and
delightedly.

The whisper of a touch to my buttock. and I turned.  He was so close...close
enough for his thick, circumcised cock
to be poking my left ass cheek.

I looked up from that impressive sight into a face that was masked
completely...the whole head was covered in thin, supple black leather..with
eye/nostril and mouth slits.... His body was tall and lean...well
proportioned...very attractive if you overlooked his lack of a face...but
the aura that came off in him waves nearly made me faint...pure,
unadulterated lust flowed from every particle of his being and it surrounded
me...trying to consume me...and I stepped back instinctively,

until I heard your familiar voice whisper into my ear..."You will...because
I have told you to."  I took a deep breath...and then lowered my eyes...and
nodded yes...

the murmurs of approval went about the room...and I was a bit embarrassed
the scene had captured the attention of all there...yet, looking back. I now
realized they all could sense the innocence of my step into total
submission...and were avidly curious as to how you would train and control
me...I know now you personally picked the people that would attend to me
that night...the woman that had tempted me...the masked animal in human
disguise...and then ...the last man

He was tall.... very tall and quite muscular, and completely hairless.
At least what part of his body not disguised...his eyes and nose were hidden
behind a leather domino, his lips wide and thin and yet very sensual... and
his very tanned body was endless...a feast of the flesh... his cock hung low
on the inside of his right thigh...and I swallowed a lump of true
trepidation...I had trouble with your cock which was above average...being
more than six inches...but this man was at least several more..and I knew
there was no way he could enter me without rending my flesh..I turned to
look into your masked eyes...and your intense gaze
waited...watchful...prepared...and then it finally dawned on
me...tonight...I was the show...I was the lone initiate there...all the
others very heavily practitioners of the bondage/dominance lifestyle...

I stared for long minutes into eyes that I loved...that had shown me erotic
delights and warm amusement...(and that odd touch of true caring, one I knew
confused and upset you)...you were not a man that would ever commit
lightly...but tonight...I was seeing a side of you that I was not sure how
to take...would you truly stand by and let another man have me...take
me...fuck me.... and I knew the answer was yes....and I knew deep within
that I had always craved this...that I had so buried my needs..My curiosity
of the erotic, and the possibilities that could be mine in truth...and here
at last...you were breaking one of the final seals.... and I reached up on
tiptoe...and placed a gentle...submissive kiss to your soft lips...and you
reached out to run a possessive finger along my lips.and leaning
close...said.."well done...darling...you have pleased Me." and you kissed me
deeply...and I swayed into you..but you set me back firmly and gently...and
turned me again to the three facing us now...the rest of the room's
occupants already beginning their sexual engagements in full earnest...

The tall hairless man...who told me to call him Felipe...took my hand and
led me to an area just past the sofa...and I saw there a leather covered
horse...

Like a pommel horse the gymnasts used...but with a few added
attractions...there were ankle cuffs and wrist cuffs...and I was led to
this...bent over it until I was up on tiptoes...and the clasp of metal about
my ankle sent a thrill of fear rushing inside my veins...and then I was
pulled over until my hands were as far down as they would reach...and these
cuffs had a chain attached that would allow them to be adjusted to the
person's stature...the cold bracelets were also closed about my thin
wrists...and I couldn't help but test them..they could not be escaped...and
I gave a bit of a whimper...true fear licking at my exposed flesh...until a
soft, feminine whisper came from the blond haired beauty who told me her
name was Eve.... and I thought how appropriate...she looked like a woman to
tempt one to sin...and she quietly told me to just relax, that no one would
truly harm me..and that she would guarantee that I would enjoy the
experience....

so...I did it...I just let my body go totally limp...and opened my mind and
heart...and when the first palm touched and smoothed my ass...I was almost
comforted...until the first snap of the leather hit my ass cheeks...and I
jumped...it didn't really hurt so bad...just stung...and made the flesh
throb...

There were three more smacks of the crop...and by that time...I was mewling
with the position I was in...the blood pooling into those red aching areas
on my buttocks...and I was feeling a bit funny...like I was missing
something..and that was when he spoke...the hairless man called Felipe...he
told the masked man...who I later learned was Martin...that he was a
fool..couldnt he see that I was a fragile flower, and that the petals had to
be stroked carefully...

He came and knelt in front of my hanging head...lifting my chin by a
finger...and he smiled gently into my eyes...his own I could now see were
very brown like dark chocolate.....and he leant forward and lightly kissed
me...and spoke in a language I was unfamiliar with..and your laugh rang
out...and I quivered...so loving that sound of your pleasure...

"Cherie, it seems Felipe has a tendre for you. as he has asked me to allow
him to have you alone.  A bon bon for his sole delectation."

Eve angrily protested, white Martin just stood there...like the dumb and
vicious beast I knew he truly was.  Felipe leaned close once more, and said
for my ears alone...."Gatita, I will treat you with the tenderest of
caresses, and you will know the joys of bondage.  Not the fear.  Fear is not
part of the rules.  But, this Martin, he is a cochon!"  He kissed me
lingeringly...one hand reaching beneath to finger my hard nipple.

I heard you move up, and there was a fierce battle of whispers between you
and Felipe...before you laughed once more.  And I knew, that you had given
Felipe your permission....to have me this night.  I knew I should be
appalled....outraged....disgusted.  Yet, a warmth of knowing that I was
cherished claimed my mind and soul.

This night, I would leave this masquerade unveiled for the erotic woman that
I truly was deep within.  Your promise would be fulfilled.  As would I.
      

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