The Masque · Part 1

The Masque · Part 1 (1/2)
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from the Halloween special 2008 “Are you sure you are okay with this?” Sylvia asked her husband as they drove their Lexus through the darkening autumn twilight.

Robert nodded his head, “I am if you are.”

Sylvia looked at her husband, trying to see the subtleties in his face in the darkened car. Robert was handsome in the old-time Rock Hudson kind of handsome. Dark hair with a touch of gray, strong jaw line, and blue eyes that made her feel like a goddess every time he looked at her. He was the strong man she had always wanted in a husband and now, dressed in black tux, she admired him even more. Sylvia was sure he was not comfortable with doing this and it took some talking to convince him that this is something that would help their relationship, not hinder it. In the end, however, she knew he did it because he loved her and that he knew his wife wanted to attend.

Ever since she lived in Atlanta, Sylvia had heard about the mysterious parties at the Robinson Plantation. She had been somewhat active in ‘the scene’ and had enjoyed the bondage encounters she had had. Sylvia had always been very attractive. Slender without being thin with generous breasts and nicely flared hips. Her raven-colored hair fell to the small of her back and her dark eyes seemed to attract and unnerve many a would-be master. She was also quite limber and could escape many a knotted rope or buckled cuff. Sylvia was very much a sought-after sub but there was always something missing.

Then along came her husband, Robert.

They had met, accidentally, when she rammed her grocery cart into his as she was rounding a corner a little too quickly. She said she was sorry and he asked if she had a license to drive the cart. When she said she didn’t, he said he would have to arrest her and she quipped about being led away in cuffs, please. Robert raised his eyebrow and after a bit more banter, she gave him her phone number. A few days later, he gave her a call and soon she fell head over heels in love with him. It was on their first date that she learned that he was a cop, a burglary detective, and he really did have a pair of cuffs on him that day.

It took Robert quite some time to warm up to B&D as a part of their bedroom games and even longer to make it part of their lifestyle. They would attend some parties but Robert was hesitant in participating in something so ‘public’. To him, bondage was a very personal thing he shared with Sylvia behind closed doors. But attend they did and little by little Robert also became part of ‘the scene’.

Then came the Halloween Masque invitation.

The Robinson Plantation parties were by invite only and this was the first time she had ever been invited. It was a couples only affair and anyone who ever attended was asked never to talk about them. There were vague rumors about what happened behind the old mansion’s walls, but most were so fantastic as to not to be believed.

Robert at first balked at the idea but Sylvia slowly convinced him to RSVP. A few days later, they got their formal invitation and some special instructions. Robert was to wear a tuxedo and Sylvia’s dress was awaiting her at the mansion.

“We can always turn around,” Sylvia said.

“A little too late for that, honey,” Robert smiled, “I have the tux already rented. Besides, I am a bit curious about what happens up there as well.”

An elaborate sign announced their exit and Robert guided the car up the tree-lined drive.

The Robinson Plantation was more than just an old southern mansion. In the twenties, a rich tobacco tycoon partially gutted it and turned it into a resort. The current owner of the Robinson purchased it in the eighties and restored it to its opulent glory.

The trees gave way to an open meadow with the Robinson Plantation house lit up with spotlights that made it glow the color of a harvest moon. The façade of the hotel was the old mansion with its white Corinthian columns and large windows. The rest of the resort was cleverly tucked in behind the house so all that you really saw was the mansion itself. A valet dressed in bright red greeted Sylvia and Robert. After helping them out of their car, the valet climbed behind the wheel and whisked the Lexus away into the dark. A doorman dressed in black robes and wearing a black mask greeted them.

“May I see your invitations?” he asked.

Robert presented to the man their invites and the man nodded.

“The gentleman is to wait in the lobby and the lady will be escorted to her dressing room,” the doorman said as he opened the bronze door.

The entryway had been turned into the resort’s lobby, but it retained all of its antebellum charm. Two curving staircases embraced the lobby desk draped in black velvet and graced with brass candles. There were already several dozen men talking and drinking, several whose heads turned when Sylvia and Robert entered the room.

“Wow,” Robert said under his breath.

“M’lady, if you would follow me,” a woman’s voice said behind them.

They both turned around. Standing there was a woman dressed in a tight red leather corset baring her breasts. A red, half-mask covered her face as she smiled at them. Gently, she touched Sylvia’s arm to guide her away up the stairs. Robert watched them until they disappeared behind the balcony.

Robert was never very good at small talk so he contented himself with a glass of beer from the bar that had been set up and watched the other men as they talked and joked. He had recognized a few from past parties he and his wife had attended. One he recognized as a star from one of the bondage DVD’s he had watched. Most he didn’t know. The cop part of him was always leery of strangers and here was no exception.

A few more couples arrived and the ladies were escorted away. Then the doorman slipped in and locked the front doors.

“Good evening, Gentleman,” he said in a booming voice, “In a few moments, our Allhallow’s Eve Masque will begin. However, before we begin, there are a few rules that must be adhered to.”

“The first rule is that nothing that happens within these walls is to be spoken of to anyone other than the attendees. The breaking of the rule will ensure that you will not be invited to attend any other events hosted by me.”

“The second rule is that ALL limits will be obeyed. The ladies that have graciously consented to attend deserve your respect in this regard.”

“The third rule is all men are required to wear protection and will be provided with such. No exceptions.”

“Each woman has on her person what limitations she has. No female guest is allowed to speak save for the universal safe word here, which is ‘Red’. You will not order her to speak and she will not speak for fear of punishment. She is not to remove her mask for any reason nor should you ask her to.”

“You will receive the number of the woman selected for you shortly. You will have use of her until the striking of one o’clock at which time you will surrender her to an escort which will lead her to her room for the night where you will be reunited with your partner. You have use of the entire Resort but you will not be allowed to exit the grounds until morning.”

“With that, Gentlemen, enjoy your evening.”

With a flourish of his black robes, the doorman/host disappeared behind the stairs. Soon, several women, all dressed like the woman that escorted his wife away, appeared. They filtered through the crowd, talking to each man and handing him a polished brass tag.

“May I ask your name, Master?” one of the women asked him. She was a cute blonde; petite in stature with large breasts and an easy smile.

“Robert Preiser,” Robert answered.

“Here is your selected lady. Enjoy her.”

Robert was handed a brass tag with a number on it’ ‘11’. He placed it in his pocket and continued to sip at his beer. If he had any second thoughts, it was too late now. All he could do was roll with the punches. When he had met Sylvia, he knew she had been with quite a few other men but all of them were in her past. This was the present and he continued to wonder if he was satisfying her enough. He loved her and he didn’t want to lose her. Robert had heard if you held on too tightly, you would crush the one you love. Thus, he was here; for her sake, not his.

Behind the curving staircase, the doors to the ballroom were opened and the men slowly started to drift their way in. Inside, the ballroom was dominated by a huge black, barren tree festooned with small, glowing jack-o-lanterns and shiny black bats. Two buffets lined the walls. One was laden with an amazing variety of hors d’oeuvres, piled in gleaming silver bowls and platters. The other was full of variety of bondage and sex toys: leather cuffs, floggers, dildos, vibrators, lotions, gags and other things that Robert wasn’t quite sure of their use. Small tables were spread about the room as well as several Saint Andrew’s crosses, bondage tables and pillories. In the corner, a costumed quartet was playing a version of ‘Dance Of The Pales’. The stage at the far end was curtained off.

“Is this your first time, Master?” a woman’s voice asked.

Robert turned. It was the same woman that had given him the brass number.

“Yes it is. I thought women weren’t supposed to talk here.”

The woman grinned, “I am just the hired help, Master. Do you desire anything?”

Robert held up his glass, “I still nursing this, thank you.”

“Anything else?” she smiled, her blue eyes looking at him lasciviously behind her mask.

“No, just waiting for this shindig to get started.”

The woman smiled at Robert again as she turned to leave, “Don’t worry, Master, everything will be okay.”

Robert made himself comfortable at one of the tables and polished off the rest of his beer as he continued to people watch. There was too much cop in him to just relax amongst strangers.

A few moments later, the huge curtains of the stage pulled open and standing there was a man dressed in bright crimson robes and matching mask. Robert wasn’t sure, but he thought it might be the doorman.

“A grand Allhallow’s Eve to all,” the robed man bellowed, “Here I present to you all of our bewitching ladies for this evening.”

One of the red-corseted ladies walked on stage with leash in hand, followed by a parade of woman; all dressed in black spandex catsuits, Mardi-Gras masks, a small golden necklace with an envelope and matching brass collars, each chained to the other’s collar. All had their hands bound behind their back and all walked very carefully. Upon closer inspection, Robert noticed all the masks had painted eyes, rendering each woman blind. After the last one appeared from off-stage, all were stopped in a line beside the host.

Robert was sure he could have singled out his wife, but he found it hard to. There were several candidates that had the same build and height as his wife, but with their hair underneath the spandex hood, he could not really tell. He was almost ashamed of it. He also noticed that all of the catsuits were crotchless and all the women were cleanly shaved.

“Number one, please come and claim yours for this evening.”

One of the men stepped forward, took the woman’s leash and after the red corseted woman unlocked her from the others, the man lead her away into the ballroom.

It didn’t take long for Robert’s number to be called. The woman presented to him was as tall as he was and was wearing a golden mask of a stylized sun. She was well built and on the slender side and she was definitely not his Sylvia.

Gently he eased her off the stage, making sure that she negotiated the stairs well. She moved with almost a practiced grace as she followed his lead.

“Are you hungry?” he asked.

The woman in the sun mask nodded and smiled.

“May I call you Sun?,” Robert asked awkwardly, “Since that is what mask you’re wearing.”

The woman laughed a little laugh and nodded again.

“Well, Sun, to the buffet.”

Robert led her slowly over to the buffet. Another of red-corseted girls, an Asian one from her skin tone, came up to them.

“Can I be of assistance, Master?” she asked, “Perhaps I can hold you plate while you make your selections.”

Robert nodded. It was one uncomfortable situation after another. He had attended some play parties but this was entirely new. He really didn’t socialize outside of his small group of friends and fancy parties like this were stuff on television shows.

Robert had the girl pile upon the plate a little bit of everything; from caviar to caramel-glazed apple slices to stuffed hot peppers. After making his selections, he eased over to a table, sat Sun down and settled himself beside her. The girl sat down the plate and disappeared for a bit, only to return with a single flute of Champaign.

“I have to apologize for this, Sun. This is my first time here and I am a bit out of my element.”

Again sun laughed. It was a warm laugh, not mocking in any way. Then she leaned over, pressed herself against him and kissed him on the cheek. She kissed him lightly again, finding his lips and then they kissed deeply before easing back into her chair.

“I have to say, Sun, that was one of the best first courses I have had at a buffet.”

They slowly worked their way through the plate, Robert feeding his bound companion and stealing a kiss or two in between. He found himself getting comfortable with her even though she hadn’t spoken a word. But her body language said more to him than anything. After they were done, she nodded to the envelope hanging around her slender neck.

Inside was a beautifully hand-written note in a florid script: ‘Use me the way that you wish. No blood. No scat. Anything else is up to you. I do have a high pain tolerance if you so chose to use me that way. I am, for a lack of a better term, a pain slut.’ “Shall we make our way over to the toys?”

Sun nodded and allowed him to help her stand.

Sun was somewhat amused by her chosen Master. She could tell that he was indeed out of his element. But she could also tell that she was in good and caring hands. In past masques, there had been a Master or two that she hadn’t cared for… too much show of how much they could perform and not enough about her needs. This one might prove just the opposite, which was fine by her.

Sun could also tell he wasn’t used to leading a blindfolded woman about. Thankfully, she had a lot of experience having a blindfold on so she found herself leading almost as much as following. Soon, they reached to infamous toy table.

“I am an old-fashioned kinda guy, Sun. I really prefer rope over anything else. Sylvia tends to be able to get out of anything that is not rope, except for my service cuffs. Is rope okay with you?”

Sun nodded. She should have expected that he would bring up his wife, but she really couldn’t fault him for that. Hopefully, she could at least make sure that he focused himself on her.

Robert grabbed several coils of rope of various sizes. He then led her down the table to the gags.

“Do you mind being gagged?” he asked.

Sun laughed again, smiled and shook her head. She loved being gagged. It was like having a cork in a bottle of Champaign, keeping her fizzing and roiling when shaken.

Robert selected a few of gags: a ball gag, and ring gag and a large penis gag. Next, he selected a few vibrators and a pair of nipple clamps. Sylvia and he had never owned a pair and since she said she had a high tolerance for pain, he thought he would try them. Lastly, he found a leather flogger. Again, it was something he hadn’t tried before but now he could.

A red-corseted lady put their selection into a black bag and handed it to Robert.

“Would you like some directions, Master?” the serving girl asked, “perhaps a place a bit more private?”

“Yes, that would be nice.”

The girl leaned over and whispered, “My favorite spot is in the arboretum. There are several secluded spots set up there and few take advantage of them. The grotto one is absolutely wonderful. Just exit to the right, follow the hallway to the end and exit outside. You can’t miss it and there you will find everything that you may need. Remember, the grotto.”

“Thank you,” Robert said and began leading Sun towards the door the girl pointed out.

Sun followed slowly beside her chosen Master but he still seemed a bit on edge. She stopped dead in her tracks and refused to budge, even though he tugged a bit on her leash.

“Is something wrong Sun?” Robert asked.

Slowly she pressed her body against his and kissed him and he kissed her back. Sun pressed on, pushing herself on and rubbing herself against him. His arms went around her and she kissed him even more deeply, opening her mouth and letting her tongue dance with his. Then she pulled away. Sun ha

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