Looking over the parlor one last time making sure everything was perfect. It's not often we host dinner parties, of such indulgence after all. The flowers a perfect touch, I think to myself. A chaise lounge in the middle of an otherwise empty room; aside from cushions of all shapes and sizes on the cold bare hardwood floor.
Feeling your hands at my waist pulling me tight to your chest, brushing my hair from my neck, kissing my softly there.
"What do you think? I think maybe more candles? It's so dark, I thought the flowers might brighten it up, but nope looks like an empty parlor still."
Feeling your teeth start to graze my neck.
"No one will be looking at the walls or the floors, I promise. Everything is all set in the kitchen. Chef has fixed everything you requested. And then some."
"What about the wine is it set out, and did you check..."
Spinning me so quickly to face you I almost lose my footing. Pressing your lips against mine, stifling any protest my body may have had. Closing my eyes and wrapping my arms around your waist, losing myself for a brief moment, letting out a soft moan as your tongue enters my mouth and just as quickly leaves it.
"Good, now that I have your attention, Stop! Everything is perfect, everything will be perfect as it always is. Go upstairs and get ready, there is a surprise waiting for you."
"But..."
"No buts... Now go"
Climbing the red velvet stair case, reaching the landing remembering I forgot to tell the butler where to take our guests when they arrive. Turning around and taking one step down when I notice you standing there at the bottom of the stairs arms held out wide holding banister and rail.
"Did I not tell you to go upstairs and get ready?"
"Yes my Love, but..."
"NO buts. Am I not the man of this house anymore? Now go, get ready this instant. I demand it."
Sighing very loudly as I head back up the stairs, hearing you snicker behind me. "Oh that man infuriates me sometimes, I just know that butler is going... Oh my. Oh, my love." muttering under my breath as I walk into the bedroom I notice the flickering of tapered candles lit in every corner of the bathroom.
Walking in to investigate more, I notice a bath filled and steamy,rose petals floating in the water. A bottle of wine and a single glass. On top of my soft terry robe I notice a note, reading...
"I love you, stop worrying I will handle everything from here on out. Now take a bath; enjoy yourself, but not too much. Xoxo - Master."
Slipping into the steamy tub, letting the water settle, closing my eyes and imagining tonight. My thighs instantly closing tight around two fingers petting softly, feeling the slickness of my wetness even in the water at the thought of being at your unforgiving hand. Rolling my hips slightly, getting carried away in my waking dream of the party; hearing your voice repeating, "Not too much."
Pulling my fingers away very slowly resigning my attention from dreaming to indulge in a bit of wine, looking at the label. Pulling it to my chest, saying thanks in a whisper.
"Oh I must be in for something really special tonight, 15 year old merlot only says one thing; I'm going to take my time with you."
After finishing most of the wine, I notice the time. With a quick jump out of the tub, I throw the robe on, sitting down to make myself presentable.
An extra spritz to my wrist and done. Looking over my long curly locks in the mirror, taking one final look as I rub my hands down my hair smoothing it out.
Walking to the bedroom to get dressed, I notice a box that wasn't there before sitting on the bed. I pull the note from its envelope and read it.
"I hope you don't mind but I took the pleasure of choosing your wardrobe for tonight."
Pulling the top off the small box I peer inside and notice a single item. A black mask, beautiful I think to myself. Picking it up I notice another note.
"Beautiful and exquisite just like my slut. - Master."
Feeling my pussy suddenly become uncomfortably wet, my nipples suddenly hurting against the inside of my robe, as I read all I need to know.
Tonight I belong to him, tonight I am his slut, thinking to myself as I unconsciously press two fingers against my incredible wetness.
Standing at the top of stairs, I take a long hard breath. Holding it in tight for a moment as I let my hands brush over my naked form. Looking down inspecting myself, feeling incredibly powerful in my meager dress. A simple black garter around my thigh, with a petite bow; "He'll love that I added something of myself to his outfit," thinking to myself smiling from ear to ear, as I think of your face.
Looking down at my black stilettos as I tread carefully down the carpeted staircase. Nearing the bottom I hear a gasp, suddenly becoming aware of myself more, I look towards the sound, seeing your glowing face; feeling suddenly flushed at the sight of you, holding a hand to your lips and one outstretched to take mine.
"You look beyond beautiful my love; simply breathtaking this evening."
"Well if I may say, you my darling are looking especially dapper tonight!"
Almost blushing myself as I notice your smile glowing in my direction.
Eyeing you in your crisp black suit, a red bow-tie nestled perfectly centered on your neck, and a mask matching my very own. Feeling my breasts harden at the mere sight of you.
"Now don't you get too excited yet my pretty slut," You say, grazing a finger over my hard nipple. Taking my mouth to yours with a gentle pull on my neck. Feeling more naked than ever as I feel myself getting moist, quickly losing myself in your mouth.
Snapped back into reality as you peel your mouth from mine sighing softly as you do. "We really mustn't leave our guests waiting." Leading me towards the dining room.
Noticing all eyes turning towards us as we step through the doors, your hand only squeezing mine tighter.
Taking shallow breaths, becoming fully aware of my body and it's defiance as I look onto twenty masked guests. Gents all dressed the same aside from their chosen masks, their lovely ladies in beautiful gowns; some sequined, some simple velvet, all with masks equal to their partners. All staring at us, at me. My body defying me more, your words a blur of noise as I become increasingly wet, thankful for your guiding hand as you sit me down in my seat next to yours at the head of our massive table.
Course after course of tasteful dishes being served, scantly picking at my own as I rub my hand on your thigh, never letting go of you for a second; until a clank against a glass and your rising, letting my hands fall to my lap. Looking up at you, catching the twinkle in your eye as you look down upon me, smiling briefly; before turning your attention to our guests.
"My lovely Slut and I would like to thank each and every one of you personally for coming this evening.
It isn't often that we gather together for our masquerades, and only the finest indulgences will do for such special occasions. If you would please, grab your glasses and join us in the parlor."
Hearing murmurs of delight among our guests lips as you take my hand leading me out of the room and around the corner; taking my waist and asking...
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Yes my love, I trust you with my life and body, I know you would never truly hurt me. Let's give them a show they will never forget."
