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The Masque
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The Masque  There was nothing like Mardi Gras in New Orleans. The sights, the sounds, the atmosphere. It was pure debauchery at it's best. While the rest of the world partied on Rue Bourbon, the elite held private parties at their big colonial mansions. How I ended up here I'm still not sure. But I wasn't going to waste the oppertunity. This party was a huge gala Masque, a costume ball. People were touching, groping, laughing... it was general pandimonium with the flair of a subtle orgy. There was no blatant sex on the main floor, but there was plenty of making out, random acts of nudity and groping. I could hardly believe my eyes. I was pretty sure some of these people were pretty famous, a well known actor, a famous politician, directors, authors, millionaires. It was a who's who of Hollywood right here in New Orleans. I had gone with a rather elaborate outfit, a geisha. My face was painted white, my hair was up so high I could scream with the tension, and an authentic kimono from Japan. I even had a pair of the special shoes typically worn by geisha. They were the most difficult and possibly the most uncomfortable thing I had even had on my feet, but they were part of the authentic outfit and so I left them on. I stayed very quiet and respectful, playing the part of my geisha to the hilt. I smiled lightly and giggled behind my fan when someone said something crass or inappropriate. I walked around the party... enjoying the occassional grope. I wish Don could have made it. I really didn't like being out without Master. He told me to "Go... play... Have Fun.." I knew what he meant by "play". But I really didn't feel comfortable doing that without him. Not in a group setting. I took my turns around the room, dancing when I cared to... laughing at this or that. It was a feast for the eyes and senses but... it just wasn't a party.. I was just thinking about giving up and going home when an arm snaked around my waist and I was pulled back against a very masculine chest. I glanced back in surprise to see "Julius Ceasar". His free hand slid down my left arm and pulled my sleeve back to my elbow turning my wrist up to display my tattoo. I stood motionless in his arms as his eyes devoured my tattoo... I had never seen such fire in a person's eyes and to see them behind a small golden mask was even more disturbing. I shrank away from him and he seemed to realize my arm was attatched to a person for the first time. His eyes searched my face and he breathed one word.... "Kajira...." it wasn't so much a question as a statement but I nodded, swallowing hard. Kajira is the name given to Gorean slave girls. There are usually two things that mark a slave... a kolar(collar)... and a kef. A kef is a scrolled letter k, symbolized from the mythological Gorean Alphabet. When a woman is sold into slavery, a kef is branded into her flesh. Of course a more healthy and less emotionally scarring way to do this is a tattoo... I have such a tattoo on the inside of my left wrist. The Gorean kef, inside of an oval with a leopard's head across the top. Apparently in my distraction I had reached out to pick something up or waved at some point to someone in the crowd and my sleeve had of course, slid back to reveal my wrist, and my tattoo. It had caught his attention. He slid a hand slowly up my body, His eyes never leaving my face, examing the curve of my hip and the swell of my breats until it reached the neck of my kimono, his hand slid inside, and met the cold steel of my kolar. I saw his jaw tighten and his eyes harden. "Girl, where is your Master?" I trembled slightly. His voice had a deep growl to it and to my sensitive ears the vibration was liquid gold. It sent heat down my spine and into my most intimate places. I knew that I was probably dealing with a man well versed in Gor. So I answered as best I could. "This one's Master is not at this party, Vana'she." Vana'she is Gorean for Master. Avan'she for Mistress. His eyes glittered unexpectedly. He smiled a dangerous smile and trailed his hand back up my neck lightly, as if he were examining my make up. "Oh really, now? What kind of fool leaves an item such as you unattended?" I trembled again, my knees threatening to give beneath me. "Master was called away at the last moment, He told this girl to have a good time at the party and He would meet her later." Ceasar leaned in close and inhaled, the jasmine and lily shampoo I had used had seemed quite innocent at the beginning of the evening. He smiled and wrapped his arm tighter around me, pulling against his length, he released my left arm and turned me in his arms, I suddenly realized he had moved me against the wall, no my back was pressed to it, his tightly muscled arms baring my escape. I suddenly knew what his next question would be, and I almost dreaded it. But a part of me wanted him to ask, so that I could answer him. "Girl, what color is your silk?" This is a way of asking your level of training and availablity. A white silk is a trainee, and only available for her Master... A red silk was a trained kajira, open to serve any Master than asked. And serve him anyway he wished. I tried to clear the knot in my throat, but it forced my voice out in a croak.. "This girl is red silk, Vana'she" I had no sooner spoke the words when he again had a hold on my wrist and was guiding me... well more like pulling me... through the crowd and up the stairs to the second floor. A small part of me thought to struggle, but if I did there would be consequences... It would shame both me and my Master if I was disobediant or rude to another Master. He dragged me down the hall and up another flight of steps and into a large dimly lit room. On the large bed that dominated it was a woman, obviously dressed as Cleopatra, she had a remote control in one had and was busy flipping through channels on a large flat screen TV. She didn't look up as we entered, she merely commented "Brad just took a girl into one of the upstairs bedrooms... " Ceasar let go of my arm and crawled across the bed to kiss the woman... At this point I was thouroughly confused and did the only thing that came to mind... I dropped to my knees and knelt on the floor, geisha style because it was how I was dressed and it wouldn't smear my makeup. I got on my knees and made an A symbol with my hands and the put my forhead above my hands as they touched the floor. I could hear them whispering back and forth as I knelt in the semi darkness. I trembled, unsure of what was happening, when the woman spoke up. "Girl enter and greet." I rose and walked closer to the bed, dropping again into a kneel, this time an upright one. "this girl is jodarian amina, red silk of the Lavine Homestone, owned by Master Don." I glanced upon her feet, not daring to look higher... "Tal Avan'she, this one hopes the evening find you well?" The man smirked with obvious satisfaction. The woman sat up on the bed in interest. "Actually, kajira, this day finds me bored. You see I hate these parties and only put in an appearance for as long as necessary before retreating here to my room... How is it that you came to be here, and obviously unattended?" I cleared my throat, "Master recieved tickets to this event from a colleague, At the last moment, something came up and He could not attend. Master knew that this one had been looking forward to this opportunity to meet many famous people and He encouraged this one to go on without him." My hear was racing by this point. She nodded, and eyed me up and down... "Remove the kimono." she ordered brusquely. I froze, I knew I should respond, knew I should obey but I just couldn't. The woman bristled slightly and the man put a hand on her shoulder. "Did you hear me girl? I said remove the kimono." I swallowed hard "Yes, Avan'she...." I slowly untied the belt that held the acres of cloth in place. They fell in pools at my feet, the kimono it'self was not as elaborate as some and it only hade an over robe and a shift underneath. I removed the robe and the belts and stood there in a thin white silk shift that stopped just past the tops of my thighs... I had worn nothing underneath it. She leaned forward on the bed, steping off the edge and towards me. Ceasar reclined back, letting Cleopatra take the lead. She reached out and placed a hand on my shoulder circling me slowly, examining me. I stood motionless, trembling slightly, oh god I was getting aroused. The look on Ceasar's face and the trailing of Cleo's hands...I was light headed with the fantasies that crossed my brain. "Hair, girl...." Hair was another position, usually used for punishment, you clasped your hands behind your back and bent over at the waist to let you're hair hang forward so that the Master(or Mistress) could use it as a leash. This obviously wasn't her plan, she kneeled behind me, pushing my shift up my back and exposing my backside and pussy for her to see. "Part your legs, girl." I widened my stance, swallowing hard at this sudden exposure, I felt her hands trail up the inside of my thigh and forward through my legs over my abdomen and the front of my pussy, not touching my slit, she then moved her hand back over my ass, just trailing her hand over my exposed body. She moved her hand over my slit and slowly licked her fingers, tasting my juices... "My god, she tastes wonderful... " Before I knew what to think of that I felt her tongue on my clit, and I whimpered slightly. She ignored me and continued lapping at my pussy, one arm wound around my thigh to keep me in place the other reaching forward to tease my nipples as my breasts hung before her. I felt a sharp tug at my hair and my head was raised. Ceasar was before me, his cock out before my lips. "Suck it, girl" was all he said before I opened my mouth to reply and it was quickly shoved in. Ceasar slid his cock in and out of my mouth a few times slowly, making sure it was good and wet before gripping my hair and pushing it deep in my throat, I did my best not to gag, only coughin slightly as he pulled back. Cleo thrust her tongue deep in my pussy in time with the deep thrusts of Ceasar in my throat it was nearly to much to bear I soon began to cum. I heard her murmur, "Oh hunny, she's a squirter too.." I was suddenly pulled forward by my hair and went sprawling into the bed. Ceasar had ahold of my hips and pinned me to the edge, my chest pressed to the mattress my knees not quite reaching the floor because their bed set so high. I felt Ceasar's rough fingers probing my pussy, and I again began to whimper. Cleo climbed up on the bed and parted her thighs... She too had chosen to wear nothing under her costume, a thing golden dress.. it rode up over her thighs and she gripped my hair pulling my face into her pussy, I had never eating out a woman before, but I stuck my tongue out and moved it around her clit. She parted her lips for me and I sucked her labia gently, probing my tongue along her soft flesh. I felt Ceasar shift and he began his own onslaught on my pussy, tasting it and teasing it with his fingers. Massaging my clit and stroking my slit from front to back past my asshole between deep thrusts of what was obviously a well endowed tongue.... I couldn't help but come again.. Cleo ground my face into her pussy, I boldly slid a hand up and placed a finger at the edge of her entrance.... pushing in slowly moving in and out, gently, first one finger then two.. my tongue working her clit the whole time, sucking, licking, probing. She began to tremble under my menstrations and Ceasar became more and more insistant with his tongue. A few more minutes went by and Ceasar climbed up on the bed, once again dragging me after him by the hair. He layed on his back and turned me away from him... having me straddle him in a reverse cowgirl position, as he slid his cock deep in my pussy, Cleo trailed her tongue up his shaft and over my clit, I was coming again before he was even all the way in. He reached around and gripped my breasts, squeezing my nipples almost painfully. I whimpered as he thrust harder and harder slamming his cock into my pussy as deep and as hard as he could... I moaned at her darting tongue. He released one breasts and gripped my hair again, pulling it for leverage as He slammed me. Cleo lifted my hips a little and pushed me further up his stomach and claimed his cock for her own, pressing forward against me, keeping me between them as she sucked the breast that Ceasar had released, her fingers finding their way deep in my pussy, her thumb caressing my clit, pushing me again over the edge of orgasm as she took hers and with her his... He pushed his hands against my back, supporting the arch that Cleo was making as she continued to suck and bite my breasts, her fingers still mildly stroking my pussy. I trembled in a moment of pure bliss... Really wishing Don were here....  Easily distracted by shiney objects |
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