A Muse at Mardi Gras

The opulent decorations of Maggie's mansion paled in comparison to the magnificent attire worn by those in attendance. It was as if I'd stepped into a different dimension. I tried to guess the names of the costumed characters in the room. Jude must be the one dressed in tights and the rubber-band sized skirt. Derek, of course the dashing pirate, and so many others who I only knew by screen name. Although a bit uncomfortable with strangers, we had all shared our writing and our fantasies over the past year and I felt very safe. And since I had never revealed my dark secret to anyone, I knew I could relax and simply enjoy the party.

My costume was a simple red sequenced body suit which clung to every delicious curve like a second skin. Although I maintained my own web site which showed my photo, I was certain no one would recognize me hidden behind a mask of black feathers and purple beads in festive celebration of Mardi Gras. At least that’s what I thought. Maggie had supplied not only a banquet feast for her guests, but an open bar as well. Having little desire to eat, I made my way to an empty stool and ordered my friend, Jack Daniels, to join me. We weren't alone for long. 'I knew you couldn't resist the invitation.' I turned my head to the sound of a male's deep, seductive voice. He was dressed as Zorro, complete with black hat, cape and mask. But no matter what his disguise, I'd recognize those intimidating eyes anywhere; light hazel with gold flecks, and the darkest pupils I've ever encountered. One glance and I felt totally naked. Damn, what the hell was he doing here? 'What the hell are you doing here?' My voice was cold, but my body was white hot. 'You're not part of EWT. Hell, you don't even write e-mail." I acted upset but he knew the truth. It was foolish of me to think, even for one moment, he'd believe my angry facade. He knew me so well, knew exactly what to say and how to say it. For a writer, it was sheer heaven. 'I've been reading your posts on EWT for months. When I read the invitation, I booked the first flight out of New York. Do you think I would miss an opportunity such as this, my little FireBird, my slave?' His lightly ran the back of his fingers over my exposed arm. My body quivered under his touch and I knew at once I would deny him nothing. I had pledged myself to him in a small dark room, a million light years from Dimension One. I never expected to see him again, and never in my darkest dreams expected he'd show up in two thousand miles from his own reality. He reached for the zipper of my jumpsuit and slowly lowered it, exposing more of my breasts than I had intended anyone to see. I rapidly scanned the room to see if anyone was watching, but they were all involved with their own conversations and were, thankfully ignoring the two of us. Although knowing the erotic writing of this group, I was certain had anyone noticed, they would have gladly started taking notes. 'There, that's better.' He laughed, wickedly. 'If I told you to take off that silly costume and dance naked on the bar, you would obey me, am I right?' In a roomful of strangers, in a town famous for debauchery, even in my darkest moments, there was no way I could do as he asked. And no way I couldn't. 'No, I wouldn't." I replied with false defiance.

Even before the words came out of my mouth, I knew it was a mistake. He had no intention of having me perform for this crowd, at least not in the way he described. He only wanted me to answer that I would and I knew the moment I responded in the negative, I was in serious trouble. I felt his hand on the back of my head, his fingers grabbed my hair as he pulled me towards him. I was hungry for his mouth, his lips soft and tender as his other hand moved inside my outfit and found the now fully erect nipples which he skillfully rubbed between his fingers. My panties were soaked, the moisture threatened to leave a very embarrassing stain on the bar stool, but I didn't care. I was totally lost to him, so completely under his spell and his control it didn't matter where I was. He moved behind me, his hands reaching around my waist and under the opening of my top. 'Watch yourself in the mirror, slave. I want you to see how your Master has complete control of you. Do not close your eyes, I'll be watching you.' His fingers played over my breasts, my breathing became shallow, and it was torture not to close my eyes and surrender to the darkness, but I did as I was told, knowing full well the consequences of disobedience. I could feel my clit straining against the tight cloth and I moved my hips in an effort to increase the stimulation. He noticed and pinched my nipples roughly. If I had been able to close my eyes, the orgasm which was just out of reach would have overtaken me. 'Did I say you could move?' He stopped his manipulations and moved away from me. I could hardly breath my words. 'No, Master, I'm sorry.' Oh God, I so needed to come. My body was on fire and I no longer cared who saw what was happening, as long as he didn't stop. But it was clear he had no intention of continuing his sweet torture. He put two fingers under my chin, lifted my head until his eyes met mine with burning rays of white heat directed straight into my soul. 'Yes, you will be very sorry. I have plans for my sweet slave and once I'm through, you'll never again question who owns you. Nor will anyone else. On-line or off."

I felt cold steel encircle my neck. He pulled my arms behind me and wrapped the chain over my wrists. He attached a leash to the collar and roughly pulled me off the seat. All conversation in the room had ceased as all eyes were now fixed on what I knew was to be the entertainment for the evening. My knees were shaking. I couldn’t look up, too embarrassed to meet anyone’s gaze as he led me through the crowd. My body was shaking with anticipation of what he was planning. He pulled me onto the platform in front of the room and forced me to my knees before him.

"Friends" he addressed the guests who had begun to move closer. "You have read of "FireBird’s "Muse" and how she needs him to give her inspiration to create the hot erotica you so enjoy. She is my slave and I her Master and her Muse. Tonight, you will witness her live a fantasy she’s only written about."

Oh, God. He wouldn’t!

"Slave, you will proceed to undress me using only your mouth. Then, you will show everyone how you please your Master."

His voice had me in his spell. I couldn’t protest, couldn’t run. I could only do as he commanded.

My hands were still behind my back. I used my tongue to locate the top of his zipper which I grasped between my teeth and tugged until there was enough of an opening for his cock to escape, but as I was about to taste him, he grabbed my hair and pulled me away from him.

"That’s too easy, Slave. Undress me." The deep commanding sound of his voice made me shudder.

My mouth hungered for him, but I had to obey. I grabbed his right pants leg, then his left. Moving from side to side as I forced his pants down his legs. My neck and shoulders were straining with each movement and when at last his pants were on the floor, the crowd applauded.

"You’re not finished. The briefs, also."

This was going to be more difficult. He already had an enormous erection and the elastic around his hips was pulled tight. I had to stretch it carefully over his cock and ass. I didn’t want to imagine the punishment he’d administer should I let the elastic snap back onto him. I gently tugged at the cotton briefs until it too was on the floor. The crowd cheered my dexterity.

"Now, slave. Show these nice people how you please me."

"Yes, Master."

Fifty strangers watched as I took him in my mouth and sucked his delicious cock until I tasted the delicacy of his cum streaming down my throat.

He lifted me from the floor and released me from the chains. Strong arms held me close as he whispered softly,

"Now, go home and write all about your fantasy.!"

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