Masquerade
It took me some
time for my eyes to adjust to the light. The lighting in the main hall of the playhouse
wasn’t dark, but it was very dim. It wasn’t my first time here, but this was a
new event that the owners were trying tonight.
I discreetly
pulled the invitation from my pocket and finding a lighted nook, I read it
again:
Let’s
play “The Masquerade Match Game”
Make sure you’re wearing the proper colors.
Your assigned colors are: Black & Red.
Wear a yellow rose.
Your match is: submissive.
Make sure you’re wearing the proper colors.
Your assigned colors are: Black & Red.
Wear a yellow rose.
Your match is: submissive.
So my objective
was clear. I placed the invitation into my pocket, adjusted the mask covering
the top half of my face, and began to survey the room.
The tension in
the air was thick as the crowd began to mix and mingle; looking at each other’s
clothing to see who went together.
I spotted her quickly. She was quite stunning, in a red velvet corset and a black leather mini skirt. A yellow rose was in her auburn hair, and a white mask was covering her face from her eyebrows to the bridge of her nose.
Taking advantage
of the shadows and my black suit, I crossed the room, approaching her from
behind. I took my yellow rose off of my lapel with my left hand. I reached over
with my right hand and placed it around her neck, holding the rose out in front
of her so that she could see it.
She backed into
me slightly. I could feel her pulse quicken through the hand I had on her
throat, her breathing become erratic.
I leaned over her
and whispered in her ear, “Simply stunning.” I then nibbled on her ear lobe
while she sighed.
“Take the flower from me right now,” I said in an even, yet commanding voice, “and in five minutes, I want to see you alone. Go up to the second floor and enter the third door on your left.” She took the flower from me and I left her immediately.
