Third Annual Masquarade

[Merelan]

OOC: It is time guys. You asked for it, you got it. The Masquarade. I need to know by tomorrow night (10/23) who wishes to attend. Please feel free to join. As the title stated, this is the third year we are having this. It always proves to be fun, exciting and a learning experience. Anyone is welcome, I mean that. If you do join up, and then find yourself unable to continue, please write yourself out. It is rude to just disappear, and makes it difficult for other players.
I do ask you follow a few rules, that have proven to work in threads like this.


1)Anyone wanting to join after we start must email or pm me. it is the only way this works. trust me. Then await my instructions. Yes mine. I shall send you your costume, my choice. But.... if for any reason you do not like it let me know, or if you have ideas of your own. I am not running this thread, just guiding it. We had fun with it last year. Honest, I take the time, alot of it actually, to go and read about you and what you normally play and do. Then try to tailor something to either fit in with that, or maybe a bit different. To help you, and myself stretch as writers and players.

2) Do not play with each others characters. You know the rules. No making people do things unless they have given you permission. Otherwise I shall get vexed, and you don't want that. And please take your time. There is to be no wham bam here, please. Long drawn out sessions of passion are best, are they not?



The invitations she sent out were on heavy paper, and engraved in deep copper. A simple invitation to the Ball of their lives. And a short list of rules.

Rule #1 Nothing was ever to be talked about after the ball. Never. If the host found out about it, you would never be invited to another event again.

Rule#2 You were to wear the costume sent you. If for some reason you did not feel this was appropriate, you were asked to return the invitation. It will have been personally selected for your deepest fantasies and delivered, fully paid for, 3 days before the event.

Rule#3 You would never attempt to find out who any of the other celebrants were. Again if this was attempted, you would be ostrasized from the gathering. If you chose to unmask that was fine, but there would be some who chose anonymity, and we honour their wishes.

Simple, easy to understand and follow. The Host had found that very few people ever broke any of these rules, and the few that had. well, they regretted it their entire lives. For the delights and pleasures to be had were sublime.

IC:


She walked alone into the house, the mansion really. For that it was. It was like coming home for her, though she had only been here twice before. The door creaked as she swung it open. The silence inside deafening. it was fall and it was time.

Time for alot of things. Time for a gathering of harvests, for shutting down and closing things up. For settling in for the cold winter, close to those you loved.
For her, it was time to let go. The year had been a long one. For so many things had happened. Just last year she had walked through this door for the same reason, on the same day. But then she had been followed by many retainers and employees. Today it was so silent. Not to hear Roland's ribald jokes, Shelley's high laugh. The hum of the van releasing the ramp. The crunch of the gravel as Master was wheeled into the house in his special chair.
For he was gone. His ashes sprinkled from his private plane over the oceans he had traveled in his youth. The only lover who had always been faithful to him, even after his accident had left him paralyzed. His vast wealth had been left for her to use, in the ways he had taught her. He had been her Master, and now she had to stand on her own. Well, here she was. Ready to host another party. One of such magnificance that all the rest would be put to shame. The entire mansion was being redone, from top to bottm, or stem to stern as he had said.
In a few days the place was a constant riot of noise. The workmen and decoraters coming and going in swarms. The peace of that first day shattered as she hustled them to do what they had promised, at any cost.

The first of the rsvp's had started coming back. Now she shut herself up for hours, in the suite of rooms she had alays occupied, and worked out the costumes. Everything else was lefgt to the trained crews that had done this fr years. The food, music, the whole rest. She was the one this year to choose the costumes. Hers was chosen, had been, by himself. One last time she would obey him, and wear whaever he had chosen. but the will had stated she was not to look till that night.
So even she would be surprised. reaching over she pulled another rsvp out and started work on a new costume, eagerly awaiting the night of the party.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Heather

Alot had changed since last year, and all like things we live and learn and grow from it. I smiled to myself as I watched the halloween decorations being placed in windows all around the office.
I remember. My mind whispered to me often in the night, that night. Not so long ago and all I had explored and learned. No longer was I afraid of being feminine, no longer did I run a mechanics shop. I was now a designer of women's apparell. From skin to air, I smiled again as I turned and closed up the office.
The drive home, I kept getting flashes back in my mind, of everything. I felt the pleasure pass through my body and I felt a sadness well up inside me. I missed it, and wondered if I hoped enough? Nah, just being silly Heather..
I pulled into my driveway and parked, gathering all of my designs, briefcase, cell phone and keys I popped open the door and climbed out. Adjusting my skirt as best I could, I put my keys into my mouth and clicked down the drive way to the mail box.
Reaching inside, I grabbed the thick stack, stuffed it under my chin with the rest of my pile and headed inside.
A long hot bubble bath would do me some good, then perhaps a movie to get into the halloween spirit? Walking inside the living room I kicked something with my foot, lost my balance and set my papers sprawling all across the couch.
"Dammit!" i glanced down and found I had caught the heel of my shoe in a pillow. Grumbling under my breath, I picked up the offending pillow and stuffed it into one of the lazy boys. I turned back to gather up everything when my eyes fell on a very familiar looking envelope.
I stood there poised in mid-air, my breath held as I eyed the envelope. What was I worried about!? I laughed and shook my head, relaxing as I grabbed it up and hunted down the letter opener.
Again visions invaded my mind from the previous year and I grinned broadly. Opening it up I read the invitation three times. Merelan was once again inviting me, of all misfit people.. I laughed, I was truely excited to go and more than that.
I signed the RSVP card, put it into the return envelope and called myself a delivery boy from Fed Ex. I wanted it returned with my acceptance asap!
Smiling, I sent off the missive, undressed and danced my way upstairs and into the hot bubble bath. Still laughing at all the mishaps, trials and pleasure I had discovered before. The words echoed in my mind I had written to her, hoping I did not seem too silly in my return reply,

"I would be honoured to accept this invitation and all the given rules, warm reguards Heather."

Last year was the school girl, made to look a doll.. If she knew me like she did then, what could she possibly find for me this year? The delightful ideas that entered my mind would be entertaining enough until the Ball got underway.

 

[Slance]

Why would she leave me? The thought passed through my head, as the leaves blew under the weels of my old Chevrolette. I sighed glancing out through the windows, tinted windows I liked it that way my face wasn't pleasant enough to be seen now. No not after she left me I don't think I've smiled for at least a year now. The smell of the fall air was pleasant, even though this time of year braught back those memories it was still pleasant. I breathed in deeply hearing the crunch of gravel, under the weels. Home, hasn't been home for a year, just been an empty shell an alcove in my misery.
The door swung open easily in my stong grip, the metal fridged against my hands. I shut the door behind me, *click* and walked slowly across the hardwood floor. My house was big, big and empty. I hung my trench coat slowly up on the rack sighing.
I was planning on starting a new book, heck part of my life had supplied me with pleanty of ideas. Sad ideas but that the kind of books I write horror and tradgedy. I ran my hand slowly through my black hair knowing that in a year mabye less specks of grey would be showing. But I didn't care it would just add to my distinguished look. I could still have a lot of girls, mabye not as young but... it doesn't matter anyways after her there was no one else.
"hrmmm..." It came out from the deep of my throat as I felt a chill gust of air slam in to my face. I shook my head, to warm my cheeks up. A window must be open I thought, musingly. My eyes glazed over the large oak stair-case that led to my bedroom winding upwards, in the middle of the study. I sighed taking a step forward.
My hand shot out ward quicker then lightning. I felt the gritty suface of the heavy paper under my fingertips. I braught the paper close to ym face so I could read it. After reading it over a few times the sound of scrunching paper hit my ears. I relised it was the sound of me crunching up the paper. I tossed it easily in to the waste paper basket, by my desk.
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*scrictch crushck scrapsh* I was digging through the waste bin at three O'clock in the morning. Why am I digging through the waste paper bin at three O'clock in the morning? Because I was up all night fretting over the fact that I threw it out, mabye my last chance at fun.
"Arghhhhh!" I yelled as I kicked the bin over not finding it there. I spun around in my red robe and started crashign threw the house, looking for it. I stopped in the arm chair settling down sighing.
"Who am I kidding? I couldn't go to it, why would I?"
I shifted slightly feelign some thing. Theres a small crinkling sound coming from my chair. I lept up, and spun around grabbing the small peice of paper off the chair.
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Three cups of coffee, a trip to the post office, and two angry police officers later I had the letter mailed as quick as it could go with the simple reply of:
I am looking forward to this Ball, and I hope you do not pick a costume from one of me books. Yours truely Macirus Black
Besides a famous horror, romance, and tradgedy writer should get to brag a little right?

 

[nightray]

Michael Crow

I walk in to my home tired and looking forward to a nice long brake from being on the road doing two or three concerts a week. I move in to the living room throwing my mail on a chair and hitting the play back button on my answering moshen.

“Hey Michael the tour was fantastic why don’t we get together and talk about your next album. Steve.” I grammas erasing it my publisher always trying to suck more out of me then I was willing to give.

The next message was from my mom thanking me for the check. I shook my head not knowing why she ceeped thanking me for it I new that she couldn’t support her self now that dad was dead. I erase the last of the messages as they where fans that got a hold of my number agene.

I sit down with a sigh picking up my mail throwing the junk in to the large fire place and putting the bills on the table next to me until I come to an invitation. I frown ceareasly and open it reading it therally. I smile thinking why not it sounds like fun and if there are any fans there they won’t swarm over me like they normally do when I go out.

I quickly sign the invitation putting it in the return envelope.

“I would be honored to come to this party and I see no problem with the rules listed.”

I put it on to the to go pile before heading up stares wondering what kind of costume I would get. I go in to the bath room turning on the weral pool tub. I move to the mirror looking at my self seeing a young but tired face standing at 6’4 with long strait hair. I slowly take of my clothes and slip in to the tub to relax. I sigh as the ten chins from the last few months of travel sock away with the hot churning water.

 

[Merelan]

egads, I posted twice

 

[Merelan]

She packaged up the first two costumes, hoping, knowing they would be confused. But if they thought about it, would see why she had chosen them.
Smiling she added a little note to each to explain why these had been chosen. Though that was something Master had never done.

Her hand lingered over the boxes, and then she carefully wrapped each with a big silver bow, and had them delivered.
For ;


Slance: Macirus Black

Fairly long black hair held up in a high pony tail. Lean muscular build. Dark brooding green eyes. Has that slight smile that you know locks your fate. Fairly tall at 6'3" and good weighted at 180 pounds.

A man's man. Famous author. Deference given him where ever he went. But alone in life. For his wild moods needed taming a bit. He drew women in like flies to honey, but had a temper and mood swings that scared them away. He was so bound in his horror books that it came throgh in his relatinships. He had forgotten his roots, his past.

We had dug up that in his past, high school and college, he had been a singer, and guitarist. Quite well from what she had found, so a wandering Minstrel was her choice for him. It would allow him to observe, which he was so good at. But also put him in a bit of a subserviant role. Something new for him.

http://simplicity.com/s2b.htm

Complete with the mandolin. Hoping he would see she was giving him a chance not to have to be the tough guy, the one in charge. To give him a time where he could stop being the famous man, and be just one of them.


Night Ray
Michael Crow 6’4 with long strait hair

Famous rock star. Another one who never had privacy. All who attended would know him, and of him. But none would approch him. How best to hide him? Here was another who never got the chance to know if those around him liked him for himself, or for his fame. This night he would meet people that wouldn't care about it, and would be hidden behind a msk....

and dressed as.... the scarecrow from Wizard of Oz. his long blonde hair would show nicely as the straw. His painted face hiding his celebrity status. For all his wildness and flare on the stage, she had learned he had a fun sense of humour, and a witty mind. As the scarecrow he could show this off. And just wait till he met Dorothy. Merelan had always had her suspicions about the two of them.

http://simplicity.com/s2b.htm

 

[Merelan]

Shoty

A sweet woman, who just needed a push to make her shine. Recently widowed by her high school sweetheart. A nice man, but one who thought sex was only for procreation, and only in missionary. There had been times when she had yearned for something more. Now working part time at Heather's Boutique she had felt she had missed something. But it was all to late now.

Wasn't it?
No, for the invitation was clear. And so was the costume sent.

Dorothy

Oh god. But what a Dorothy. The skirt held almost straight out with the petticoats, and so short that when she sat it would ride up and show the tiny thong, blue checked also, with a two ruffles across the front, and only a thin strand up the back. The top so low cut and tight it would squeeze her, and make her breasts stand out.
Now as Merelan wrapped it, would she have the nerve to wear it? She felt she would. Knowing the white mask would hide who she was. It was all lace and satin. Soft to the touch, once on all you could see was her pretty bow lips, and her incredible eyes.

 

[Merelan]

Heather

How best to show the world this changeable woman? This shy, sweet, rough and wild lady? The only woman to catch merelan's heart and keep it.
So she chose carefully....

Librarian

http://simplicity.com/s2b.htm

The red long skirt though was of the softest suede as was the matching tie, and the corset and thong beneath it. The white shirt sheer yet buttoned all the way up. In outwards appearance a prissy prude, yet beneath the thin layer, a wildcat. Just like Sweet Pea. The glasses added the final touch, and the pencil. But it was a special pencil. A thin vibrator actually, making merelan wonder who would use it first. Heather herelf, or a victim falling to her charms.

 

[Shoty98]

Calista

The autumn wind blew by me as I stood on the front step of the shop locking the door. I inhaled deeply the fall smell filling my senses and lifting my spirits. Oh how I loved this time of year….well when my car was not broken down.
I began my trek home, cursing the new management at the service station. Pulling my coat tighter around me I pressed on.. taking in the pumpkins on front door steps, the vibrant colors of the leaves as they danced on the trees and wishing that I had worn slacks today instead of this skirt. It was long and flowing and did very little to protect me from the cold.
On the last half of the walk my thoughts turned to my life, how dull it had been and continued to be, wondering if I would ever break out if this shell and learn to live again. What did a widowed woman do with her time and how did she go about making a new life? I hadn’t a clue up to this point and had begun to give up.
Finally I was making my way through the front door of my apartment, setting my things down on the coffee table next to the mail. For the moment I didn’t much care, what had come more bills? Junk, condolencecards from family? I wasn’t in the mood to do anything more than change into something more comfortable and grab a bowl of soup for dinner.
Quietly I sifted through the mail listening partly to the news there was a strange envelope on the table beneath it all. “What in the world….” I picked it up and opened it, reading carefully over the words. This had to be some kind of mistake..didn’t it?
I sat for hours reading it over and over thinking of the possibilities, unable to decside accept or decline the offer. Finally I reached for a pen for a reply “A humbled thank you for the invitation. I would be honored and accept the rules……Calista”
Reaching for the phone I dialed the number for the couriers office while I placed the RSVP in the envelope and sealed it up. My hands shook and my voice trembled as I hoped it was not too late.

I had worried the entire day at work, wondering if I had been a little too late and if I would be missing a good opportunity to interact with new people. My fears were calmed as I reached home and heard something pull up in the driveway. A young man stepped out of the van carrying a large box with a silver bow tied around it.
In a few moments I was sitting down on the couch looking at the box before me. Was this the costume? If so what had they picked? I giggled a little as I thought of how silly the questions were, it was a masquerade and I, like everyone else would be wearing masks, so what did it matter? That thought calmed my fears and I carefully opened the box.
I could only assume that my jaw was touching the floor, while I pulled out each piece to the costume. I could feel the heat creeping up from my center..I couldn't wear this could I?
There was so little to the blue checked dress and even less to the panties that I blushed. This couldn’t be what I thought it…could it? I looked carefully at the contents, my eyes catching sight of the “Ruby slippers” set carefully in the bottom of the box. My stomach fluttered like I had butterflies in there, thoughts of what I would possibly look like in this.
At twenty five, having had no children I still had a trim form and this dress would cleverly accent each curve and plain in my 5'4" frame.
Suppressing the giggle of a school girl that threatened to well up inside me I set about taking the costume to my room and carefully laying it out on my hope chest, surely it would not look good to have it all wrinkled and such….

 

[Slance]

Macirus Black, Traveling Minstrel

I was not one to fret, no not one at all. I get angry over almost every thing, but I don't worry. No I just get angery so I knew I wouldn't care whether the costume came or not. Even so there was a quiet little nag in the back of my head wondering if the reply had gotten to her, if everything had gone alright. And most of all what the costume was.
*Click* *clack* The soft clicks and clacks of my boots across the hardwood floor, echo'ed throughout the house. My dark eyes wandered around searching for anything, any note, sign, bad, anything. But to my dismay there was nothing. I have to be honest I was a bit dissapointed, a lot more then I get over most things. I wasn't angry, mabye it would still come I wasn't sure. I opened my bedroom door with a soft click.
I had just started taking of my boots, with my feet, when my eyes actually took the room in. There was a large box on the bed in a long silky, silver bow. I blinked a few times and after a few moments of staring I walked over to it.
My hand carressed the silky bow, nice to the touch. I smiled slightly my finger hooking and undoing the bow in one, long, fluid tug. The logn bow slid off slowly sliding across the sides of the box. I slowly lifted the lid, and was met with the sight of a small guitar like instument. A mandolin.He shook his head for a moment picking it up. Pinned to it was a small note.

This costume as you can see, is a traveling minstrel, or bard if you will. I found that if you played guitar in highschool, and collage I was sure you'd fit with this role. But it's more then that it's the fact that you've always been the leader, the take controll of the situation man. Well this role will give you a chance to be an observer, and yet you have the power to bring pleasure to people, through your voice, and your playing. And that is one of the greatest powers of all. Sincerly your Loving Hostess.
"Arghhh!" I was angered that she knew so much about me, that she thought my life could be unlocked by, by such a costume as this! I tore the note up grabbing the mandolin and throwing it against the wall. I didn't even look at the rest of the costume, as I headed for the door the ringing crack of the mandolin still in my ears.
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I watched the red sky, as the sun set, while the Chevrolette's weels rolled over the pavement. I stopped at a small building looking at the sign. "Royal Bands Music Store." I shook my head silently walking in. My boots scrapped across the soft carpet.
I looked over to the older man qho sat behind the counter frowning slightly at me. I glanced about seeign all kinds of instruments and supplies here. I looked back to the man saying in my even, medolic voice.
"rmmmm yes, would you happen to be able to replace a mandolin? Oh and it says you have some body to give lessons on any instrument?"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Heather

The messenger arrived, at long last! I watched as he walked up the side walk towards my home and the closer he got to the door the higher my anticipation climbed up inside.
She didn't forget me and the costume was here! I smiled and thanked the delivery man, tipping him handsomely as I closed the door with my foot. My hands shook a little as I set the package down and eyed the beautifully tied bow. Trepidation? Worry? Nah.. What did I have to worry about? Last year was the high light of my life, I looked forward to this.. but still the nagging thought entered my mind, what did she send to me?
I felt the butterflies inside my stomach flitter about and I unclenched my fists and began to slowly untie the bow.
Fond memories came back to me, so many things. Nothing could be as awkward as last year! The first year was always the hardest, so many had told me before words weren't needed at all.
I gently pulled off the lid and set it aside the tissue paper hiding most of the package but the color shined brightly through.
Red?
Oh my.. I tingled once more and quickly lifted the suede skirt from the box. The card was delicately written and addressed to me,
Heather,
In outwards appearance a prissy prude, yet beneath the thin layer, a wildcat. A librarian for you my dear, but is silence golden?

I smiled a little, taking out the sheer thong and the 'pencil'? I looked it over and hit the eraser. laughter errupted from my throat as it began to vibrate. I chuckled as I put it away. Heels, glasses, the whole nine yards here and nothing under but a corset and a thing slip of material. This would indeed prove to be interesting. The party was tomorrow night, I could not wait until then!

 

[Merelan]

Lady Kit

Her costume must be perfection, as she was. Her grace and beauy showing through, as our famous Ladie's does.

http://simplicity.com/s2b.htm

A Statue of Liberty. The symbol of hopes and dreams, of fantasies and wild schemes. That was Lady Kit. her skirt sheer and short, the top cut a bit lower then needed. Her wand, well, when played right was a lighted toy..........

White Queen

For her only a costume that would allow her to be the wild, naughty woman she was inside. Tired of hiding it, merelan wanted her to have the chance to see how bold and beautiful she was, when she let herself go.

Lady Zorro.

Skin Tight black cat suit, witht he matching gloves, and thigh high boots. A dashing hat with a long feather, useful for many things. The scarlet mask and sword completed her ensemble. Would she allow herself to let go again? Once more? Take a chance and experience what life could offer her?

Thor's Hammer

Once the consummate politician. The perfect servant of the people. Now semi retired, his type never fully pulled away from public service. It was time for him to show his colors, and his love for the country once again.

http://simplicity.com/s2b.htm


Never would there be a handsomer more dashing Uncle Sam. merelan's hands shook as she packed his costume, lovingly remembering how she had fallen for him, and ben consumed by a need that had never died away. her travels had given her the world, sights normal humans never saw. Experiences beyond the ken of most, but it had left an aching in her heart.


Intriguess

The lovliest woman merelan had ever met. Not for her was she to choose a costume, but she must. When informed she was coming merelan had gone pale and shakey. After a glass of brandy she felt better and stronger. For Intriguess had been the one to train her, teach her what Master had needed and desired. Then one day she had gone off, and never returned. Master had looked for her, for a month. Then realized she had needed the time. But she had neer returned.
Long merelan had seen his reaction when a certain fragrance was on the wind, and never had he returned to the Riviera, their playground. For that only brought memories of her. his love. Merelan wandered her catalogs, trying to find the perfect outfit, forthis woman. This woman whom she loved, and hated. Yearned for and despised all at once.
Why had she gone? And why now was she back?
A filthy hag? With broken teeth and snarled hair? A mild mannered school girl so she could be punished. But in the end she knew. (Go to Lancelot's Lady Gown....)


http://mail12.bigmailbox.com/users/...ameset.cgi?bframe=http://www.fairyfashion.de/

In a deep purple crushed velvet, with a matching cloak and hood. Encrusted with the finest gems was her tiara. only as a Queen could Intriguess attend. The Queen. The higher she cam in, the longer and harder she would fall. merelan would get her back for the pain, somehow.

 

[Merelan]

Angel of Sex

Every party needed a harem girl didn't they??? And with her tight body she was the perfect choice. her shyness would have to be left behind. Fornothing but her face was hidden in this sheer costume. The glaoting panels made of the finest silk chiffon, the jews in her veil wrap real, and bringing out her eyes. The one for her navel, an emerald. That pasted in.
http://www.fredericks.com/shopItemDetail.asp?ItemID=91678&SID=8G9BET20UNSR2LKR00AKHEJRLQ6M2P7B

her feet would be bare, so merelan included a full pedicure from the local boutique. Heather's of course. As she packed the costume she wondered what lucky man, or woman would end up with this delicious beauty.

 

[intriguess]

Katrina

The invitations came all at once with a tone of old mail. Three invitations in fact, to the first, second, and third Masquerade. She opened each and was not surprised by the contents for she had known Merelan quite well. She wiped away a tear at the thought, life had taken her away. One death in the family following by another until a whole year of her life had been taken away by mourning. In that time she had changed, settled a little bit, ready to take on the role of a lifetime. That of a wife, Graham had been her comfort and stone during the entire period. He also accepted that she had a sex life before he came along and would have one without him after he died.

She sorted through the old mail finding letters, of love and adoration, and spiteful hateful ones. She sent off the invitation, it would be one last foray into the world of mystery and passion. Graham was a good strong man, but did not quite understand the point of roleplaying.

She simply told him there was something she had to take care of before she could wear his ring. She hoped he understood.

Katrina was unsure what her former lover would pick for her to wear and when the box arrived she smiled. She had gone by the name Violet then and the gown was perfection. She took a moment to try it on and noticed how the bodice supported her full breasts, pushing them up and together presenting them like a treasure.

She put the package away and made her traveling arrangements and then she was all set to go.

OOC do not play graham without my permission, and nice touch of bitter, my sweet *wink*

 

[Angelofsex]

Karin

Looking at the package that this came, oh no I can't. How can I ware this? There is nothing to it, how could she. But I knew I have to, for this party. The invitation said you are invited to the parties of all parties, The Third Masquarade.

Taking the outfit out, I tried it on. Oh my, looking at myself in the mirror, is this me. This color is just perfect for me, with my red hair and green eyes. She seems to know what would look good on me. Now I know why she pick this. Made of the finest silk chiffon, red in color, a veil for my face, jews were very colorful in the outfit, along with the emerald for my navel.

And the rules I have to follow, have to, in order to go next year. Now it says no shoes, but have a number to call for a pedicure. I shall make a appointment for that, my nails and hair.

To put everything away till that night. My roommate came in as I was doing it. "What was that Karin? You got a present in the mail, or something?" Beth was always so nosey, "No just some stuff I had to in a box." Paying no more attention, she when to read her book. That was closed, what would I have said.

 

[nightray]

Michael

I look at the delivery man threw my security camera making sheer it wasn’t a fan trying to get a glimpse at me. Ushered that he was how he sad he was I go to the door opening it. The mans eyes go wide at the site of me but luckily this one kept his cool and handed me the bored for my signature. I nod politely to him taking the box and turning back in side. I shut the door and walk in to my living room. I sit on my leather recliner and open the box. I smile as I unwrap the costume. I read the not carefully and chuckle.

“So I’m to be the scarecrow hmmm.” I say softly a slight smile on my lips. “This is going to be fun.” I look at the costume noting that it’s going to be a tight fit leaving little to the imagination while covering every thing at the same time. I shake my head liking this masquerade even more even though I’ve never been to it.

I put the costume back in the box and I carry it up stars looking at the directions on how I should paint my face. I nod thinking that this will be simple I always did my own make up on tore and this was basically the same just a deferent mask.

 

[Lady_Kit]

Grace

A large package sat on the kitchen table. The silver bow was perfect, shining and uncrushed by standard delivery, long trailing ribbons lay artfully draped over the sides. Her hands shook as she touched the sides of the box.

So, it wasn’t a joke, after all.

Part of her had not believed the invitation was real; she had heard about the Masquerade, but had never expected to be included. There were rumors aplenty about the event, but no one who attended would confirm or deny any of the speculation. The brief list of rules included in the invitation explained the silence. The rules were quite specific about the privacy of the other guests and the consequences of a failure to comply. Grace had happily agreed to all the stipulations listed and sent her RSVP promptly.

Now, here was the box, and waiting inside, a costume “personally selected for your deepest fantasies.” Did she have any fantasies left? And if she did, how did anyone know what they might be when she didn’t even know herself.

Her life was one of control and living up to the standards set by those around her. She had been groomed for business by a demanding father and taught to dress well and move in polite society by her vain, spoiled mother. At all times her life was monitored and she was constantly reminded that she was the daughter of a public figure, a captain of industry. She was never to step outside the boundaries set by those around her. Her parents even dictated her career. She joined the family business upon college graduation, and now worked at an executive level in a job without substance. She would work only until her father selected his replacement, who she would be expected to marry in order to keep the business in the family.

Father and Mother certainly will not approve of this. she said, smiling wickedly at the idea of their shocked expressions.

Grace took a deep breath and opened the box; on the top of folded tissue lay a card with a brief handwritten message “A Statue of Liberty. The symbol of hopes and dreams, of fantasies and wild schemes.” Beneath lay a delicate costume of white, its’ sheer fabric covered with glittering stars of various sizes. A headdress of silver spikes, silver sandals made to lace to the knee and a mask completed the outfit. She laughed aloud as she found the final accessory to the costume, an oddly configured sceptre with a lighted tip that was tucked to one side of the box. Touching the soft fabric once more she replaced the lid and resolved to enjoy the theme of liberation to the fullest…at least for one magical night.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Thor

The doorbell interrupted my reverie. So many places....so many campaigns. Now I was 'retired'.....at least from holding public office. My contacts (some would call it a web), however, gave me a power that, in many respects, exceeded the power that I wielded when I was mayor. Even now, incumbents and wannabes beat a path to my door. They knew (or soon learned) that without my support, money was scarce and workers seemed to work in other campaigns. I liked to think the things that drove my 'kingmaker' activities were rooted in what was good for people, not politicians or wealthy people. Throughout my career I had never used my offices to enrich myself - although many opportunities were available.

The smiling UPS driver held out a box and a receipt pad. "Sign here, please." My scrawl covered most of his pad. After thousands of signatures, many thousand more autographs, my signature looked like this ~~``!!____.

The note was pure Merelan....brief but sensitive..... I remembered the last two masquerades.....and the absolutely life-changing experiences I enjoyed. I always considered myself a bit of a hedonist...and the masquerades brought out that deeply hidden side of me....

As I opened the box, I chuckled to myself. Uncle Sam, what a treat!!!!! And the Abraham Lincoln mask was the piece 'd resistance. How in the world did she know that the 16th President of the United States was my political hero?

I looked at the embossed invitation with Merelan's penned note and noted that the masquerade would begin tomorrow night. I dropped the box on my sofa, and drifted, once again, into an almost dream-like recollection of the last two balls.......

 

[Merelan]

I awoke to the stillness, the quiet.
It was the morning of the party. Only a few things to get done today, and one of them was rest. It would be a long night, and I needed to be fresh. My outfit had not yet arrived. And I wondered. Had something happened?
Calling the office I was told it was on the way, and would arrive one hour before the party was to commence. As were his orders. Along with his final will instructions.
All day I fussed and worried. What instructions? I did not have to follow any, but knew i would. But shouldn't I have more time to prepare? What if I needed something.
Then I paused, my hands running down my sides. There stood Michael. A big grin on his face. He had been with Master before me, and then gone on to other things.
His finger hushed my lips as he swept me into a hug.
"I am obeying instructions, one last time." I wanted to cry, and almost did. his strength holding me close. Then leading me back to my room, slowing undressing me.
Ohhhhhh. His hands, magic, strong, firm, gentle. Kneading and easing all the tensions I had. Finding the knots and unwinding them. Soothing me with his humming, his presence. The last thing I remembered was a kiss on my forehead, and I was asleep.


Only waking to a knock on the door. Stretching, oh, I felt heavenly. He had always been able to sooth and relax me. Wonderful Master, he had knwon what I would be like. The knock sounded again, and again.
Answering as I pulled on my robe. One of the servants, with a silver box, tied with a scarlet bow.

My costume. Holding it still as I shut the door and returned to the bed. My hand touching the ribbon. What was in it? Remembering all the costumes he had bought me. The characters he had created for me to play. What would he have chosen for this last one?

I let the fabric slip through my fingers, and read the note, in his own writing, scrawled, and so hard to read. Unable to ake out the words, I clutched it to my breats, and cried. Weeping for the man I had loved so. Knowing how much it must have taken him to write this. For his arms had only worked at random. Forcing myself to calm and find peace, I continued reading.
http://www.gypsymoon.com/Html_web_store/html_web_store.cgi?page=aylah.html&cart_id=7171119.18047

"A gypsy my dear, a wild thing. Like when I first met you. So young and carefree. Did I have the right to try to tame you? Did I succeed? No, for in your heart you never gave complete obediance, and for that I was secretly grateful. The jewels you wear this night are reported to be from a famous seer, but I want them worn by you. To grace your beauty. I can see you even now, tears in your eyes as you struggle to be my brave kitten.
Tonight you will charm them beyond belief, and make their futures. Please me this last time my love, then get on with your life. For you have given me so much of yours alreay, I ask no more.

love with all my heart,
Gregor, your slave in his heart......

At the signature I wept again. He had loved me.

PS

I have a few last instructions dear. Please follow them with the faithfulness I know you have, and feel. Give Violet due deferance my dear, she had her reasons for what she did. Do not embarass her or yourself with childish behavior. She is still your teacher in so many ways.

Then followed his last instructions. He wanted me to share all he had left with her. He also expressed his wishes that I take on a student of my own, and teach him or her in the experiences I had been shown. But not to feel I must. It was my life now. As if I could ever do or be anything else. This life he had shown me was one of so much beauty, love and happiness. I did not wish it to end. But share with her? The woman who had walked out and left me. I had loved her.
Still loved her.
Gently I lay the note I my treasure box and locked it up, after rereading it yet again. Then took a long bath and prepared my body for the night. Special care, for maybe I would find myslef having fun too, not just subtley directing it. It had been almost a year since I had been with another person. His sickness and death, then my sorrow had held me back when it had been offered.
But tonight, as i slipped on the dress, and tied it close about me, tonight I might let go. She would be here, and see me. Thor would be here, and Sweet Pea, and all the others. He had not said anything about teasing her, had he?
Fixing my hair loose and wild, and clasping the chain necklace around my neck. the tiny gens sparkling as the light caught them. Pinning the ones in my hair, and the loops in my ears.
One last touch. My feet, encased in black slippers. I did look a bit wild, my makeup subtle but darkening my eyes, highlighting my cheeks.

And i was ready. Slipping downstairs and pouring a glass of wine, I saluted him, then went on to make sure all was ready.

 

[Merelan]

Miss Taken

For her was a wild costume chosen. One that showed her inner fires, the ones she kept hidden. But why? For they enhanced her beauty.

http://www.deliciouscorsets.com/element.html

As the fire goddess she would shine. The corset made especially for her measurements and the skirt diaphonous, yet covering, except when she walked or crossed her legs. For they were just panels of sheer stuff, and opened. A matching thong, and the makeup to bring out her incredible eyes. high heeled boots made to match the corset.

Merelan wondered who would tame this lady tonight, if anyone would dare to try. They would find a sweet, complaint servant, wishing to please someone. But only one who deserved her gift.

 

[intriguess]

Katrina, now Violet

I had let those know who needed to when I left, I had not told Merelan. I had wanted her to remember me for who I was and not what I was going through. That pleasure was for Graham, a darling man who tried to understand me even if he didn't.

I got out of the shower and wondered why I had been cast as a queen. So many queens had fallen from grace and my fingers trembled as I put on the dress, with nothing underneath. I applied the make up until I looked regal, and far different from my normal face. I slipped the delicate slippers on and began fixing my currently long black hair. I twisted and pinned until the whole mess was knotted at my neck and a shimmering loop fell down to the low back of the gown. I felt silly as I put the crown on top my head.

In back of my mind I had figured my old gypsy costume would have been called for. I had always been more along the lines of queen of the gypsies. Graham would have said I looked stunning. With a little guilt in my heart at having to leave him behind I got into the cab that would drive me to my destination.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Heather

The whole day at work, all I could do was think about tonight and what was in store for this years event? Again doubts entered my mind as it had the first time and again I pushed them down to being silly. I wanted to go, I really did. And I felt really stupid for doubting.
Chuckling at my insane thought process today I made appointments to have my hair washed and trimmed, nails taken care of, and a waxing to all those unmentionable places. The tension inside me built all day until I was a walking nervous wreck. A few girls at work commented but I said nothing. Most of them thinking I was going out on a date, I let them think what they would. Nothing I could say would change their minds anyway.
I arrived at home and stood before the mirror. Librarian.. Hmmm. I smiled, time to tackle the unruley curls and get this mess into a bun! It took me awhile but I managed to get that 'librarian' bun up and under control. I laughed outright as I glanced into the mirror. This was too innocent looking for me, but then again I trusted Merelan's judgement. And for giggles, I took the slim vibe and put it into my hair.
Applying make-up was the easier part, but I kept it subtle. "Think prude", thats what I kept thinking. Though I knew a few Librarian's that made me look saintly. I stood up from the stool and slipped on the tiny slip of panties, shaking my head, wondering what was the point to these? I turned around and glanced in the mirror, at least I had no terrible tan lines. I could have kissed the tannin salon girls for that right then.
I picked up the corset, eyeing it and wondering, "Just how in the hell?" Then I realized it did up in the front. Thank god for that.
Slipping on the corset, skirt and blouse, I stepped back from the mirror and glanced at my reflection.
I burst up laughing again, shaking my head, I had to remember to thank Merelan for this one. And I did have to admit it was much better than last years. Picking up my keys, I put them into my coat with a little cash for the taxi there and home, shut off my lights and got into the cab waiting outside.
The drive was familiar, again the same route, only this time I knew what was coming and looked forward to it.

 

[nightray]

Michael

The day came and I spent it relaxing for a full night of fun. I canceled the few appointments that my manager had some how warmed out of me but then that was not unushiwell for me. I even watched the wizard of ozz once to get a feale of the scarecrow. I chuckle as the time nears and I slip in to the tight out fit. I sit in front of the mirror putting on the make up happy to see that no one would be able to recognize my face with this paint on. I then put on the finishing touches straw coming from my wrists and ankles. I smile liking what I see knowing that I shall have a good time at this party perhaps even meat some friends who will be friends and not leaches.

I walk out side to the waiting cab smiling at the look the cabbie gives me. I chuckle softly saying. “To OZ my friend.” as I get in the back set. I watch as we drive to the address given wondering what sort of people I would meat at this party and what sort of party it was going to be.

 

[Lady_Kit]

Lady Liberty

Grace Chambers left work early much to the surprise of the employees at Chambers, Ltd. Although it was unusual for her to take any personal time off she still heard more than one snide remark as she past the row of desks outside her own small office. Just before she stepped into the elevator she heard one secretary whisper, “it sure must be nice to be the bosses daughter.” Under her breath, Grace couldn’t help a sarcastic reply.

Not nearly as nice as you might imagine.

After leaving the downtown building Grace went to a nearby salon for a few hours of pampering before the party. While the staff massaged and manicured, washed, snipped and styled her long blonde hair she allowed her mind to wander to the night ahead. She still was not sure what to expect at the masquerade, but was more than ready for the adventure it event offered.

The morning call she received from her father had only reinforced her need for some escape from her restrictive life. Never one to mince words, Edward Chambers had come straight to the point.

“Grace, I’m calling to instruct you not to leave town this weekend. We expect you for brunch on Sunday.”

Hello, Father. I wasn’t planning to leave town, but I will be out this evening.

“We’re having a guest Sunday, so I want you to be prompt. Going out? With whom? Where are you going? I hope you remember yourself, don’t embarrass me young woman. Stay away from any press, can’t have a scandal you know.”

When have I ever embarrassed you, Father? I’m going to a party and I’m sure there will be no press, in fact no one will ever know I was there. I’ll be on time for brunch.

The call had ended, as they always did, as soon as her father got what he wanted; no word of affection was ever given by the stern man who had sired her.

Grace put the call from her mind as she dressed for the party. The lovely costume fit as if it were made just for her. The neckline was much lower than she would normally wear, although she had to admit that she did fill it out nicely. The sheer skirt was incredibly short, and she was unsure what to wear beneath it until she remembered a white lace thong whimsically purchased long ago while on vacation in Paris. The high-heeled sandals laced to the knee and showed off her legs to perfection, and given the length of the skirt there was a lot of leg on display. The professionals at the salon had seen to her hair, which hung down her back in rippling wave; her make-up emphasized the deep blue of her eyes and the soft fullness of her lips and she was glad that they stylists had worked their magic there as well. She had only to add the headdress and mask to complete the transformation. Torch in hand and covered from head to toe in a black opera cape she left the building and climbed into a waiting cab. Grace was ready, or so she believed, for whatever the night might offer.

 

[Merelan]

Grande Mage
A grand man, intelligent, wealthy. Respected and feared by business men all over. Proud, so proud he sleeps alone most nights. Never having learned true humility. Merelan smiled as she prepared his costume....

A servant. From Mid English times. But without the silly beanie... okay?

http://simplicity.com/s2b.htm

Rockingham

Jordan
28
Dark olive skin.
Was born in raised in Lower Italy, and only speaks english as a second language. He came here as a college scholarship and loved it so much he decided to stay. At this point and time he works for a small advertising agency, which is very up and coming.
I would guess about 6 feet tall, shoulder length raven black hair, and dirty green eyes that could hold anyone's attention.

For our exotic foreigner, only a barbarian would do. His civilized ways covered a smoldering passion. One that American woman were not use too, and often were frightened away from. So he had learned to hold it in check.

Wrapped in the light furs of a warm climate and wielding a club he looked like he had just stepped from the pages of a scientific journal, only the eyes gave it away. His high intelligence and observing ways taking in all around him.