Casting call - Temple of Shiva

[curious476]

This RP is set in modern day L.A. it concerns a sect that was organized by Allison Ender and her submissive slave Bill. The purpose was to induct bi-sexual men and women who would be indoctrinated and trained to provide sexual pleasure for the friends and clients of Mistress Allison. Mistress Allison is bi-sexual and service to her brings rewards beyond expectation or imagination.
The role of Allison is open but I'll control the RP as bill. I would like for this to be a very sensual and mind bending play, OOC is tolerated mildly but only to address a very specific situation. You do not have to be bi or submissive to join but you must at least be able to consider the possibility of performing and acting as a true bi-sexual would.
This not a simple fuck and suck story, only people with imagination and good writing skills are wanted. I prefer that you use some type of software that has spell checker.
I will not start the RP until the character of Allison has been selected. Please PM me and describe your character and why your character wants to join the temple. Membership in the Temple is limited to 10 characters, half of which will be limited to females
As I mentioned, as soon as Allison is chosen I will begin the thread.

 

[curious476]

hmmm..., no one interested, come on ladies, I need an Allison!

 

[curious476]

Anyone wishing to play please contact me.

 

[curious476]

It had been a difficult three years for Bill, he had worked two and three jobs, if you counted his labor at the Temple. Now all his work had come to fruition and he felt excitement and pride as he stood before the entrance to his new place of abode and worship.
“Temple Of Shiva” , the words carved deeply into the oaken threshold of the entrance. A small brass plaque on the massive door advised that the Goddess Allison was the “Spiritual Leader” of this particular Temple and “bill”, just plain bill, was the “enthralled servant”.
Bill smiled as he read those particular lines. His fingers traced lovingly over the words “enthralled servant”. He also felt a stirring in his genitals, he knew he had done well and now he would reap the rewards that he had earned.
He was the Goddess Allison’s first and most throughly trained servant, he alone knew what was in store for the new devotees. He alone knew how just the aroma of her could force a devotee to unimaginable perversions.
He was excited at the thought of watching the new devotees debase themselves before Her, but, he also burned with jealously at the thought of someone else pleasing her, serving her, tasting her.
As he entered the Temple main hallway he picked up the mail, there were a number of letters and he knew they were all requests for interviews. He walked on down the hallway and smiled with pride in the way the dark wooden floors gleamed in the candle light. The rich, red, wall coverings of velvet, the brass candle holders and on each side, portraits of the Goddess.
Midway down the hall he turned to the left and entered the door to Her office. She of course was not there but instead in her boudoir which adjoined the office. He paused at her door and listened, his ear pressed to the door. He heard nothing and knew better than to disturb her.
Bill was never allowed to speak to her openly unless she requested him to. He was not allowed even then to express an opinion.
He could not knock on her door, to do so was to bring down trouble that he did not wish to experience. If she wanted him she would use the phone and send a message to the tiny mobile phone he kept in his front pocket.
After a few moments he turned from Her door and walked over to the massive teak desk. He carefully placed the letters to the side of the computer screen and then left the room. Once in the hall way he left the Temple the way he had entered, walked to the steps and went down the gravel path leading to the rear of the temple.
The door to Bill’s personal apartment was at the rear where also the utilities room was located. His room was sparsely but propitiously furnished with a large oaken bed, small maple desk, leather recliner and an antique cherry wardrobe.
Bill looked at the clock and then hurriedly began removing his clothes. From the wardrobe he removed his official leather collar and the leather “cock&ball” harness. After he had fastened the collar and harness to his neck and genitals he took the mobile phone into his hand and sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for her call. He did not wait long.

 

[LaFemmeNicole]

It was a very low maintenance ad in the Chronicle but it caught my attention.
"Temple OF Shiva invites ladies and gentlemen to experience a new and erotic form of worship. Meet the Goddess and find what you have searched for". I knew I had to find out if it was for real. I quickly wrote a short letter of introduction;
"Hello. My name is Nicole. I am a white female forty years of age, five foot three inches tall, one hundred eight pounds, long black hair. Your ad struck a cord within me. I enclose a photograph of myself".
I enclosed the note in an envelope along with my photo and posted it.

 

[LadyAria]

Mistress Allison

In her boudoir, Mistress Allison could hear servant bill moving about the room. His light steps paused in various spots before retreating. Her mail had arrived. She pulled on her sheer crimson wrap trimmed in dark red fur before going into her deserted office. A pile of envelopes had been left for her personal inspection. Flipping through the letters, she found one that caught her interest. The outline of a photo was visible through the thin white paper. Tearing it open, she stared at picture of a woman with long black hair and that familiar need in her eye. A sheet accompanied with simple print handwriting:

"Hello. My name is Nicole. I am a white female forty years of age, five foot three inches tall, one hundred eight pounds, long black hair. Your ad struck a cord within me. I enclose a photograph of myself".

She picked up her two way and typed a message to bill.

Draw my bath.

Pulling open her desk, she trailed her fingers over the handles of her various tools. Nothing like the crack of bare flesh in the morning to start a day properly.

 

[curious476]

The familiar and distinctive ring of my phone informed me that the Goddess had left me a message. I quickly scanned the message and left the phone on the bed. I made my way to the private door that joined my room to the Goddess’s boudoir.
I paused for a moment, just long enough to stroke my cock to the level of excitement she desired to see in her devotees but I also knew that my pleasure was not her concern and even if she was present I could expect no notice from her.
I entered and made my way to the ‘Ville d'eau’ enclosure against the far wall. Once inside at the console I set the water temperature for a constant 99 degrees and the jets to pulse in a medium massage mode.
I used her favorite perfume with the imported foaming soap and then stepped back as the spa began to fill, it would stop at a pre-arranged level so I took up my position at the entrance.

 

[LadyAria]

Walking into the bath, she eyed the water and inhaled deeply. The perfume was her favorite. She sat her single tailed short whip on a marble stand before approaching the tub. Slipping out of her red velvet slipper, she dipped her toe into the water, perfect tempature. A golden rope hung over the entrance to her spa. She walked over to it and pulled it down. Three nude women came out to bath her.

The three of them could have been sisters with their large masses of tight black curls bouncing around their exotic features. Large almond eyes and full tan lips made the girls breathtakingly beautiful. They stripped off her clothes as she held out her arms for them. Their hands grasped her arms guiding her down into the waist deep water. Then, their caramel colored hands found large natural sponges and worked the foaming masses over Mistress Allison's alabaster skin. Eyes closed, she leaned back her head as the shorter of the girls cleaned her long red locks. Her fingers massaging her scalp and running through her hair. The hot water splashed up as one of the girls moved around to work the thatch of curls between her legs. Solemn in her posture, the Mistress patiently waited as they cleaned her throughly. Finishing the routine, the third girl brought around the long coiled silver hose with an oversize shower head attached. As she hosed off the remaining soap, Mistress Allison opened her olive eyes and rose back out of the tub. The three girls scurried out of the water and out of the room without being command. The Mistress dripped water into a hot perfumed puddle

"Dry me," she ordered acknowledging Bill for the first time.