Mother May I?

[dansemajik]

OOC: The games we play in childhood, can often become games we play even better as adults....

Picture, if you will, a large comfortable room in a big non descript warehouse on a silent street in a busy industrial city. A room that has thick carpets, comfortable chairs and sofas scattered about. The windows are all covered in black satin, the lights are dim, and subsidized by candles scattered throughout the room.

Kate: a 33 year old woman, who is discovering a new side to her sexuality. She has become fasinated with BDSM, but is not real sure how to go about it. A friend at work, tells Kate about this private little club. She decides to go, and see what it is all about.


What we need: A person to play "MOTHER"
several others who feel like asking for permission....

We all know the rules of the game, we have to ask. The required clothing is NONE...come in nude.

As soon as we have some takers, we will let this baby rock.
Kate will enter as we take off...

Lets have some schoolyard fun, shall we?

Danse

 

[Nymph]

ooc

This looks kinda intriguing...I'm not quite sure how this is supposed to look, though.
If you could tell me what you had in mind, I think I'm interested.

 

[dansemajik]

Basically, a person who will be MOTHER...or MASTER as some would say...and a few or more people who have to 'ask permission' using the verbage..."Mother may I, suck johnnies dick, or squeeze suzies tit" or something like that. A wharped version of the game. I guess the end result will be happy fucking, with Mothers permission of course.

We shall take it where it leads us, and since I am a BDSM virin, I am open to advice.

Climb aboard Nymph.
Danse

 

[catlover]

Frank

Mother- May I - come play?

 

[dansemajik]

Since we have no Mother yet, I will say,

Yes, Catlover, you may.

 

[ariosto]

OOC:
Mother's job sounds a bit colorless. Is there anyway to spice up the role?

 

[dansemajik]

Ah, the joy of being Mother

Mother would assume control over all who enter the room. Mother can do or say forbid or grant or order whatever grants Mothers fancy.....If Mother does not want Johnnies dick sucked, but prefers her/his own sucked, licked or whatever the case may be....Mother can decree it.

Whomever chooses to be Mother can create Mother however they want.

I am so new at this bdsm thing, any help is appreciated. I do want to learn, to expand my horizons so to speak.

Carry on....

 

[Merelan]

I am Mother... if that's okay with you guys.
Smiling wickedly.....

 

[dansemajik]

Welcome aboard with an equally evil grin...

Mother may we begin?

 

[Merelan]

yes you may dear.. but first a kiss. Please.

 

[dansemajik]

I pucker my lips and grace Mother with a gentle kiss...

OOC:Kate, is blonde, blue eyes, body that is well toned, and firm. She has 34-C breasts, which on her small frame, makes her look large busted. Her hair is cut short, and it curls about her head with abandon. She sports a tattoo, on her left breast, of a heart with barbed wire wrapped around it, one drop of blood falling.

IC: I look down at the paper in my hand and see that I am in the right place. I bite my lip, then regret it because I have just screwed up my lipstick. I push the door open and then follow the signs to the dressing room. Once there, I read the sign that prohibits all clothing. I take a deep breath and start taking off my skirt and blouse, thankful that I had painted my toenails a deep shade of brugandy the night before, as I unbuckle my shoes. I wriggle out of my thong, and drop my bra to the floor.

I walk to the door on the other side of the room. The sign there says to open the door and ask Mother if you may enter.
Nothing can be done without Mother's permission.

I push the door open, step to it and say, "Mother, may I enter?"

As I wait for an answer I look around to see if anyone else is going to play tonight.

 

[Merelan]

Mother:
The Mother for this round of players is a 5' 4" German lady. Her short blonde hair and bright blue eyes are what people first notice. But her smile is quick, and she adores playing games. Led here herself just 2 monthes ago, she is now one of the most sought after Mothers.
Tonight she wears her favorite. A short black skirt, thigh high boots. With a short crop in her hand she smiles at the moniter. She loves to watch them as they enter, sensing their ways as they first get there, unaware they are already playing.

 

[ariosto]

Vincent

A cab pulls up to the warehouse. A stocky figure emerges, leans over and pays the driver. He wears a long coat, dark glasses. His head is shaved.
He takes the steps two at a time.
He stops at the door.
He knocks...
"Mother, may I enter?"
His voice sounds like it's been run over fine sand paper.

My name is Vincent Amato, third generation Italian American.
They call me the Real Italian Stallion, just like Rocky.
I'm a fighter, a boxer. The number one middleweight contender. My record is 42 wins, no losses, 38 by KO.
I'm five foot nine inches, 169pounds. I need to lose 9pounds before my title fight next week. I plan to fuck it off. My manager gave me this address. If I don't like it I'm going to strangle him.

 

[afternooner]

Kurt

I am Kurt 6'1" tall 230 lbs. I came into town after being in the tall timber country for 6 monthes. I'm a lumber jack and appear to be rough and tough, sporting a dark red beard and several tattoos, the biggest one being,* MOTHER I LOVE YOU*

Mother may I come in.

 

[Merelan]

Mother:
Almost purring as I see the players. The woman my size, and blonde also. With a naughty twinkle in her eye.
The men, oh yes the men. I might have to change the rules here. So far these two are the rough and wild type. I wonder how they would handle being tamed by me? Ooh. His tattoo. How thoughtful.

Hitting the button.
"Yes, you may."

 

[afternooner]

Kurt, ambles in

I turn the knob of the changing room door. the door is stuck so I impatiently give it a kick with my hobnail boot. Inside I look around and reading the sign start to remove my clothes. My boots, wool socks, Faded jeans, and well worn plaid shirt, long johns and last but not least my stocking cap."It's getting a bit warm in here anyway" I mutter.

Looking in the mirror, I get a feeling of being not so impressive without my lumberjack clothing ,my dark red beard flows into my equally hairy chest narrowing into a line to my pubic area, where the same color hair grows more generously again. Taking a deep breath I pull in my gut and push out my chest. I see another door. Its' locked and then I remember the rule.* Ask mother* I'm beginging to wonder what I'm doing here and then realizing I'm buck naked already anyway. shout out rather indignantly "MOTHER MAY I COME IN."

 

[catlover]

Frank

I was a visiting salesman, and one of my local friends told me about this. Having nothing better to do than sit in a hotel room, I grabbed a cab and arrived at the address given to me, and disembarked on a quiet dark street, with a blank door.

I knocked, and there was no response. I tried the knob and it opened, to allow me entry into a blank hallway. At the end was another door, with a sign telling me that all clothing was to be removed prior to entry thru the second door.

Being a compliant and curious type, I complied and entered the second door, to find several nude people milling around. I walked up to a lady who appeared to be in charge, and asked "Mother, May I come in?"

[Edited by catlover on 05-24-2001 at 06:54 AM]

 

[ariosto]

Vincent stood naked in front of Mother. The warm light
made his olive skin look like oiled wood. He was in the midst of training for his next fight and was superbly toned. Every muscle in sharp delineation. The scar tissue from fifty contests gave his brow a menacing look even when he smiled, which was rare.

Around him several men were already standing. Their naked bodies seeming out of place in this almost domestic setting

Besides Mother there was another woman in the room a blonde, with wild curly hair.

Well, he'd been briefed on the rules and knew what he was there for. Why wait.

"Mother may I fuck the girl with the tatoo on her breast?"

 

[Merelan]

Mother:

Eyeing him as he apprached, he would be trouble. Maybe.

"Mother may I fuck the girl with the tatoo on her breast?"

Smiling sweetly.
"No, you may not." Turning back to the newcomer. Holding out my hand...
"Frank isn't it?" Inwardly chuckling at his response. Yes, I knew them all. "Yes you may join us."

 

[ariosto]

Vincent's face showed no reaction. Though Mother probably knew what was going on in his mind.

**Calm yourself**, he thought,**Just like Paddy says. It will help my discipline.**

"Thank you Mother."

He crossed his arms over his chest and willed himself to wait.

 

[Merelan]

Mother:
As I spoke to Frank I watched Vincent's reaction. None. Hmmm still waters ran deep. I had my eye on him tonight. He had such potential, and his trainer, God I loved that word, had asked me special to help him. Licking my lips as I watched him stand, so stoic and still.
Yes, I would be more then happy to help.

 

[SexyChele]

OOC: Viviana, 22, 5'6", 115 lbs, long curly red hair, green eyes, fair skin. Her 36d breasts were the first thing men noticed about her...other than the red hair.

IC:
My ex-boyfriend and I used to play around with BDSM, and I had developed a taste for it. But I wanted some more serious action....and to be taught as well. I had discovered in my "playing" that I am totally a submissive female...love to be told what to do and how to do it. A friend recommended the place I was standing in front of now, and I was tingling with excitement.

I opened the door...empty. I noticed a sign stating that I had to remove all my clothes, and could only do things if I asked "Mother may I". I start breathing with excitement.

I quickly change out of my short skirt and tight t shirt. Never do wear any underwear.

I walk over to another door, open it,

"Mother may I come and play?"

 

[MtnAngelWV]

Angela becomes Angel

As I drove my BMW down 63rd street, with a lead foot and cell phone in my hand, I am barking out orders to one of the marketing researchers. Being in charge always came so easily to me. At the ripe young age of 24, I had earned the title of Vice President in charge of Marketing and Advertising. I had an impressive staff of 35. The company had realized my potential to lead this business into the Fortune 500, a task which I had made reality two years ago.
I had it all; Successful Businesswoman, a handsome and equally successful husband, two children and a luxurious house on the island. But something was missing...

Latley I had been searching for another kind of fulfillment. The type that doesnt involve all the thinking and planning. I wanted to be the one enjoying the sensual pleasures in life.

As I neared the location I ended the call, placing the phone in the glove box. No need for this tonight. I need no interruptions during this event. I pulled into gravel lot, put the car in park and made a few more notes in my day planner. I just cannot seem to end this vicious cycle. I thought to myself. I looked into the lighted visor mirror and checked my reflection. My hair was still pulled back into the stern bun at the nape of my neck. No one at work had ever seen it unconstrained. Time for a transformation. I loosened the pins and my auburn hair cascaded over my shoulders to rest at my plump breasts. Out of my purse I pull the make up intended for use only here. I removed my wire rimmed glasses and generously applied the dark make up to my emerald green eyes. Then I applied the red lipstick to my full lips.

As I entered the warehouse a sign directed me to a smaller room with the words "Undressing Room" on painted on it. "Well they don't waste any time here do they?" I asked myself. I gracefully removed my clothing and knocked on the other door. The sign said I had to ask permission.

"Mother May I?" I almost breathlessly whispered.

 

[ariosto]

The room was filling up.
Women now. New women very good looking ones. Vincent barely turned his head to acknowledge them. He stood rooted to the carpet where Mother had effectively stopped him. Occasionaly he would flex his toes and when he did the muscles of his thighs and buttocks would flex as well. He could feel tension building all through his body but especially in one part...

**Patience...control...patience...control**

You could have cut his frustration with a knife.

 

[catlover]

Frank

Seeing the interplay between "mother" and several others, I thought I might as well take my turn. I walked up to her and with a sheepish and bashful smile,asked "Mother- may I kiss the girl with the tattoo on her breasT? Especially may I kiss her tattoo?