Submission, control master/slave(s). Open, but PM to join.
OOC:
The characters:
Anderson Jeffers. 45 years old. Billionaire. Full head of silver hair. Overweight but carries an air about him that cannot be ignored. Women still feel their panties get wet when he talks with them.
Brown eyes. 6'1" tall.
Natalia Jeffers. 28 years old. Anderson's wife. Tall, elegant enough to be a runway model, and Anderson always dresses her in designer clothing.
5'10" tall, blonde hair, blue eyes. 36c. Natalia helps Anderson train the women, but she is completely submissive to him.
Allison Randall.
25 years old, bi-curious. Curious about many different sides of sex. 5'3". 34b. Works in an ad agency. Black hair, cut short. Is making progress in her life, and is now being able to afford some nice clothes and nice restaurants.
To start we'll need four women--Natalia and Allison, plus two sevants/slaves at Anderson's house, one Eurasian, and the other up to who ever wants to play her. I"m doing the part of Anderson.
The Set up:
IC:
The questionaire in front of Allison was full of all kinds of questions--name address, (normal) age, (normal), occupation (normal, sort of) and employer, sexuality, questions about how she liked sex, did she like BDSM, favorite position. She wasn't too worried because this was a high-class joint. It may be some kind of match making service, but they had valet parking. She signed it, and handed it to the pretty girl at the desk. She looked it over and said, "Good. I think you'll find our service just what you're looking for Miss Randall." She had briefly scanned the fine print. there didn't seem to be anything to worry about.
Allison hadn't been laid in over six months. She was sitting in her office one night bitching about it, her secretary tossed a paper in front of her, and told her to pick three dating services; and she didn't leave until Alli had done it.
This one had caught her eye:
LOOKING FOR MIND-BLOWING SEX? NEEDING SOMETHING UNUSUAL?
COME TO THE CLUB. WE GUARANTEE YOU'LL NEVER EXPERIENCE ANYTHING LIKE THIS AGAIN.
She was so horny she circle the address and planned to go on Friday, after work. Alli wore a nice blue jersey dress, with three inch stilleto heels on her come-fuck-me-pumps. Her underwear was the sexiest she own without breaking out her crotchless and cut-out nipple bra. Now here she was, wondering what came next.
The girl at the desk directed her to the lounge, "We send our girls in one by one," the woman explained. "It's easier that way." They brought her champagne while she waited and had nice o'deurves while she waited. She could hear a lot of laughing and yelling and shouting while she waited. Whatever it was, it sounded like fun.
Presently another woman walked in, "We're ready for you now Miss Randall, if you'll please follow me." They stopped behind a curtain. "Miss Randall, please remove your dress, you may keep your underwear on for now." Alli looked at her strange. "It is a sex club afer all." Alli shimmied out of her dress adn stood there in her stockings and tap pants panties and her sheer lace bra.
Presently the curtain came up, and the light hit her right between the eyes.
She heard a voice, "Our next lovely lady, is 25 years old, weighs 115 pounds and is five feet three inches tall. She wears a 34 b bra, and works here in the city in advertising. Who'll begin?"
A voice called out: "Ten thousand dollars."
Alli reeled when she realized what was happening. But she couldn't see enough to escape. The light dazzled her, and when she turned, she saw the door behind her was locked from the other side.
The auctioneer responded: "Don't insult the lady. YOu can see she's perfect. Nice legs, creamy skin, nice tits."
Another voice called out "$25,000." "That's more like it." Another took it to $35,000, and it went up from there.
Alli kept hearing a deeper voice, as the bids got higher, that kept pushing it up. She was stunned--she was being auctioned. This only happened in novels, not in the city. But here she was.
"Sold!" the auctioneer barked out. The final price was $150,000 for her. Alli wondered if that meant for the weekend, or what. It was flattering that someone would offer to pay that much for a weekend with her.
Next thing she knew there was someone beside her, the second woman, directing her off to the side of the stage. Alli's dress was waiting for her and she quickly slipped it back on. "You're lucky," the woman said. "Anderson Jeffers only takes the best. Enjoy yourself." The woman reached out and put her hand on Alli's cheek.
Soon a tall heavyset man came in. The woman with him was tall, and she was also wearing heels. Her long blond hair fell in waves down her back, and the silk burgundy evening dress accented her tight ass, and the high pertness of her breasts. Her nipples kept poking through the fabric.
"All ready?"
"Um I guess. . ."
"Follow us." He was heavy, but it was somewhat offset by his height, but there was something about him that made her stomach turn over, in a good way. She couldn't figure out what it was.
Alli followed them. They held hands, and she could sense serious affection between them. They went outside and she followed them to where a black limousine was waiting for them. A real chauffuer was there, holding the door. The man and woman got in and Alli followed them.
Okay there's the start. Who wants to play?
OOC:
The characters:
Anderson Jeffers. 45 years old. Billionaire. Full head of silver hair. Overweight but carries an air about him that cannot be ignored. Women still feel their panties get wet when he talks with them.
Brown eyes. 6'1" tall.
Natalia Jeffers. 28 years old. Anderson's wife. Tall, elegant enough to be a runway model, and Anderson always dresses her in designer clothing.
5'10" tall, blonde hair, blue eyes. 36c. Natalia helps Anderson train the women, but she is completely submissive to him.
Allison Randall.
25 years old, bi-curious. Curious about many different sides of sex. 5'3". 34b. Works in an ad agency. Black hair, cut short. Is making progress in her life, and is now being able to afford some nice clothes and nice restaurants.
To start we'll need four women--Natalia and Allison, plus two sevants/slaves at Anderson's house, one Eurasian, and the other up to who ever wants to play her. I"m doing the part of Anderson.
The Set up:
IC:
The questionaire in front of Allison was full of all kinds of questions--name address, (normal) age, (normal), occupation (normal, sort of) and employer, sexuality, questions about how she liked sex, did she like BDSM, favorite position. She wasn't too worried because this was a high-class joint. It may be some kind of match making service, but they had valet parking. She signed it, and handed it to the pretty girl at the desk. She looked it over and said, "Good. I think you'll find our service just what you're looking for Miss Randall." She had briefly scanned the fine print. there didn't seem to be anything to worry about.
Allison hadn't been laid in over six months. She was sitting in her office one night bitching about it, her secretary tossed a paper in front of her, and told her to pick three dating services; and she didn't leave until Alli had done it.
This one had caught her eye:
LOOKING FOR MIND-BLOWING SEX? NEEDING SOMETHING UNUSUAL?
COME TO THE CLUB. WE GUARANTEE YOU'LL NEVER EXPERIENCE ANYTHING LIKE THIS AGAIN.
She was so horny she circle the address and planned to go on Friday, after work. Alli wore a nice blue jersey dress, with three inch stilleto heels on her come-fuck-me-pumps. Her underwear was the sexiest she own without breaking out her crotchless and cut-out nipple bra. Now here she was, wondering what came next.
The girl at the desk directed her to the lounge, "We send our girls in one by one," the woman explained. "It's easier that way." They brought her champagne while she waited and had nice o'deurves while she waited. She could hear a lot of laughing and yelling and shouting while she waited. Whatever it was, it sounded like fun.
Presently another woman walked in, "We're ready for you now Miss Randall, if you'll please follow me." They stopped behind a curtain. "Miss Randall, please remove your dress, you may keep your underwear on for now." Alli looked at her strange. "It is a sex club afer all." Alli shimmied out of her dress adn stood there in her stockings and tap pants panties and her sheer lace bra.
Presently the curtain came up, and the light hit her right between the eyes.
She heard a voice, "Our next lovely lady, is 25 years old, weighs 115 pounds and is five feet three inches tall. She wears a 34 b bra, and works here in the city in advertising. Who'll begin?"
A voice called out: "Ten thousand dollars."
Alli reeled when she realized what was happening. But she couldn't see enough to escape. The light dazzled her, and when she turned, she saw the door behind her was locked from the other side.
The auctioneer responded: "Don't insult the lady. YOu can see she's perfect. Nice legs, creamy skin, nice tits."
Another voice called out "$25,000." "That's more like it." Another took it to $35,000, and it went up from there.
Alli kept hearing a deeper voice, as the bids got higher, that kept pushing it up. She was stunned--she was being auctioned. This only happened in novels, not in the city. But here she was.
"Sold!" the auctioneer barked out. The final price was $150,000 for her. Alli wondered if that meant for the weekend, or what. It was flattering that someone would offer to pay that much for a weekend with her.
Next thing she knew there was someone beside her, the second woman, directing her off to the side of the stage. Alli's dress was waiting for her and she quickly slipped it back on. "You're lucky," the woman said. "Anderson Jeffers only takes the best. Enjoy yourself." The woman reached out and put her hand on Alli's cheek.
Soon a tall heavyset man came in. The woman with him was tall, and she was also wearing heels. Her long blond hair fell in waves down her back, and the silk burgundy evening dress accented her tight ass, and the high pertness of her breasts. Her nipples kept poking through the fabric.
"All ready?"
"Um I guess. . ."
"Follow us." He was heavy, but it was somewhat offset by his height, but there was something about him that made her stomach turn over, in a good way. She couldn't figure out what it was.
Alli followed them. They held hands, and she could sense serious affection between them. They went outside and she followed them to where a black limousine was waiting for them. A real chauffuer was there, holding the door. The man and woman got in and Alli followed them.
Okay there's the start. Who wants to play?