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Renee's Mardi Gras
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For those who have not been over to the Hotties section, we thought it might be fun to involve the ladies on the board
by having them post pictures of themselves as the characters from the story. Much to my surprise, I had given EK a
cameo appearance and behold, she had a picture the very tattoo I described her character as having, temporary of
course, and no I did not know this when I described it.
Anyway, when we last left our heroine gentle readers:
Although I was being pampered in every way possible, it was more than disconcerting that all of the bath facilities were wide open, so even when the sisters were not watching me the glass of the solarium did little to hide the most private of activities. This was my first encounter with a bidet, which I used as much out of curiosity but had to call for help to get it right. Under different circumstances I might have sat there longer but once again I was bathed by my attendants who also washed my hair and shaved me which was made me very nervous.
While they were doing my nails and make-up, “Josette?” who was the more talkative of the sisters, “exactly what is going to happen this evening?”
“Tonight is a dinner party that is attended by the couples who are hosting each of the novices and by the Captains and Court of the Krewe. Each of the novices will attend to the guests”
“What do you mean attend to the guests?” Yvette shot her sister a stern glance and the conversation went cold.
“Don’t worry, everyone will be masked, and you will also.”
When they were finished my hair was drawn up to reveal the full line of my neck and my entire body had been oiled with a lotion that contained faint specks of glitter. The mask I wore covered the upper half of my face leaving my mouth available.
I found it funny when Yvette produced a tray containing bracelets bangles and other jewelry. “Shouldn’t we wait until I am dressed” which brought a slight girlish laugh from the sisters, and Josette immediately produced a pair of Carlos Santana heels.
After the bangles and necklace which drew attention to my breast, the last bracelets for my wrists and ankles were about one inch wide ornately inlayed with jewels but their locking clasps and dangling loop made it unmistakably clear that they were not ornamental.
Looking at myself in the mirror my first thought was that I was a character in “Eyes Wide Shut.” My emotions were off the charts and ranged from fear, to excitement, to shame, to lust. I looked at Yvette and said, “I think I need a drink.”
Immediately a glass of red wine was produced. “Thanks.”
“Pas de rien.” she replied.
by having them post pictures of themselves as the characters from the story. Much to my surprise, I had given EK a
cameo appearance and behold, she had a picture the very tattoo I described her character as having, temporary of
course, and no I did not know this when I described it.
Anyway, when we last left our heroine gentle readers:
Although I was being pampered in every way possible, it was more than disconcerting that all of the bath facilities were wide open, so even when the sisters were not watching me the glass of the solarium did little to hide the most private of activities. This was my first encounter with a bidet, which I used as much out of curiosity but had to call for help to get it right. Under different circumstances I might have sat there longer but once again I was bathed by my attendants who also washed my hair and shaved me which was made me very nervous.
While they were doing my nails and make-up, “Josette?” who was the more talkative of the sisters, “exactly what is going to happen this evening?”
“Tonight is a dinner party that is attended by the couples who are hosting each of the novices and by the Captains and Court of the Krewe. Each of the novices will attend to the guests”
“What do you mean attend to the guests?” Yvette shot her sister a stern glance and the conversation went cold.
“Don’t worry, everyone will be masked, and you will also.”
When they were finished my hair was drawn up to reveal the full line of my neck and my entire body had been oiled with a lotion that contained faint specks of glitter. The mask I wore covered the upper half of my face leaving my mouth available.
I found it funny when Yvette produced a tray containing bracelets bangles and other jewelry. “Shouldn’t we wait until I am dressed” which brought a slight girlish laugh from the sisters, and Josette immediately produced a pair of Carlos Santana heels.
After the bangles and necklace which drew attention to my breast, the last bracelets for my wrists and ankles were about one inch wide ornately inlayed with jewels but their locking clasps and dangling loop made it unmistakably clear that they were not ornamental.
Looking at myself in the mirror my first thought was that I was a character in “Eyes Wide Shut.” My emotions were off the charts and ranged from fear, to excitement, to shame, to lust. I looked at Yvette and said, “I think I need a drink.”
Immediately a glass of red wine was produced. “Thanks.”
“Pas de rien.” she replied.
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I literally downed a glass of Pinot Noir as Yvette ushered me to the door properly pampered and readied to be shackled to my fate. Much to my astonishment and shock, there stood Roget festooned in a black jacket with wide cuffs trimmed in gold braid and a peasants’ shirt open nearly to his waist revealing a muscular chest covered with salt and pepper hair. Around his neck was a crimson scarf and lawyers of gold and silver chains and his face was obscured by a Phantom of the Opera style mask. The plumage on his hat almost obscured his head and belted around his waist was a wide belt with a cutlass and a pistol. His pantaloons were striped and stuffed into thigh high cuffed boots. His visage was unmistakably that of a pirate captain.
“Renee, you look lovely.” his comment melted me into a malleably goo; his appearance and demeanor overwhelmed me into a level of submission that I had never imagined. I was clay for the potter’s wheel.
“Wa wa what is going to happen to me?” I asked as he placed my hand on his arm, my voice sounding like a child.
“Very little tonight, you will meet the other novices and their hosts, and other members of the Krewe. I believe you understand how to behave in polite society, but tonight you must consider yourself of the serving class. Do as you are asked and all will be well.” His words at first gave me comfort but as they rolled around in my brain made me even more anxious.
Surveying the room I was almost unaware that I was naked, my mask provided a false sense of coverage as I boldly strode across the room projecting my breast and crotch as though they were chargers pulling a chariot. On Roget’s arm I felt regal as we strode amongst the spectacular costumes everyone was masked as Roget displayed me to the members of the Krewe before surrendering me to the French Maids who stood in waiting. I was then given a bottle of wine and was instructed to move among the crowd.
I wanted to return to the security of Roget’s presence but could not find him amongst the members of the Krewe. Soon I found myself next to another novice holding a bottle of champagne.
“Hey” what a weak introduction I thought to myself. “I’m Renee.”
“So I have heard.” said a woman in a French Revolution costume. From under her Smurf like hat streamed an abundance of deep auburn curls and the eyes which peered out from beneath her mask were a brilliant green. Her skin was like alabaster and her breasts exploded out of her dress.
Forgetting my station, “Have we met.” which was greeted with a strap across the back of my thigh.
“I have heard about your insolence, I must speak with Rachael. This is my novice, do you find her attractive?”
“I don’t know what you mean.” brought a second reprimand from her strap.
“Yes ma’am or no ma’am is all that is required girl. Do not presume, now do you find her attractive?”
The girl was adorned only with jewelry similar to mine and was very pretty but I hesitated because I did not know how to respond.
“Kiss her and tell me if she is wet.”
I stood motionless but the girl moved towards me, stopping without actually making contact.
“Well, let me see you kiss her.”
In a state of shock I stood motionless, and jumped when I felt a hand drift across my bare buttocks. The sense of relief was overwhelming when I saw that it was Roget.
“Is there a problem Terese?”
“Nothing that I cannot work out; would you be so kind as to grant me the opportunity to, … shall we say more fully inspect your Renee tomorrow night?”
My anxiety rose at the thought of being under the control of this woman and I just knew that my captain would save me. The realization that I had had so quickly succumbed to this submissive relationship, submitted to his authority and anticipated protection shocked me.
“Actually that would be a great help. Rachael and I have friends in from out of town who want to go to Galatoires tomorrow evening. I tried to convince them to go to Jockamos but they want the traditional dress-up affaire.
For the first time this evening I felt truly naked and vulnerable.
“We will send a car round for her at two, I trust that you will be finished with her by that hour.”
“Oh I think she will be more than ready by then.” She said with a sardonic smile.
The rest of the evening was a daze as the party moved to the dining room and the dance of the naked novices continued. As the guest were leaving Madam Rachael, I know knew her name, directed one of the French maids to return me to Josette and to tell her that she should bring me to the master suite.
“Renee, you look lovely.” his comment melted me into a malleably goo; his appearance and demeanor overwhelmed me into a level of submission that I had never imagined. I was clay for the potter’s wheel.
“Wa wa what is going to happen to me?” I asked as he placed my hand on his arm, my voice sounding like a child.
“Very little tonight, you will meet the other novices and their hosts, and other members of the Krewe. I believe you understand how to behave in polite society, but tonight you must consider yourself of the serving class. Do as you are asked and all will be well.” His words at first gave me comfort but as they rolled around in my brain made me even more anxious.
Surveying the room I was almost unaware that I was naked, my mask provided a false sense of coverage as I boldly strode across the room projecting my breast and crotch as though they were chargers pulling a chariot. On Roget’s arm I felt regal as we strode amongst the spectacular costumes everyone was masked as Roget displayed me to the members of the Krewe before surrendering me to the French Maids who stood in waiting. I was then given a bottle of wine and was instructed to move among the crowd.
I wanted to return to the security of Roget’s presence but could not find him amongst the members of the Krewe. Soon I found myself next to another novice holding a bottle of champagne.
“Hey” what a weak introduction I thought to myself. “I’m Renee.”
“So I have heard.” said a woman in a French Revolution costume. From under her Smurf like hat streamed an abundance of deep auburn curls and the eyes which peered out from beneath her mask were a brilliant green. Her skin was like alabaster and her breasts exploded out of her dress.
Forgetting my station, “Have we met.” which was greeted with a strap across the back of my thigh.
“I have heard about your insolence, I must speak with Rachael. This is my novice, do you find her attractive?”
“I don’t know what you mean.” brought a second reprimand from her strap.
“Yes ma’am or no ma’am is all that is required girl. Do not presume, now do you find her attractive?”
The girl was adorned only with jewelry similar to mine and was very pretty but I hesitated because I did not know how to respond.
“Kiss her and tell me if she is wet.”
I stood motionless but the girl moved towards me, stopping without actually making contact.
“Well, let me see you kiss her.”
In a state of shock I stood motionless, and jumped when I felt a hand drift across my bare buttocks. The sense of relief was overwhelming when I saw that it was Roget.
“Is there a problem Terese?”
“Nothing that I cannot work out; would you be so kind as to grant me the opportunity to, … shall we say more fully inspect your Renee tomorrow night?”
My anxiety rose at the thought of being under the control of this woman and I just knew that my captain would save me. The realization that I had had so quickly succumbed to this submissive relationship, submitted to his authority and anticipated protection shocked me.
“Actually that would be a great help. Rachael and I have friends in from out of town who want to go to Galatoires tomorrow evening. I tried to convince them to go to Jockamos but they want the traditional dress-up affaire.
For the first time this evening I felt truly naked and vulnerable.
“We will send a car round for her at two, I trust that you will be finished with her by that hour.”
“Oh I think she will be more than ready by then.” She said with a sardonic smile.
The rest of the evening was a daze as the party moved to the dining room and the dance of the naked novices continued. As the guest were leaving Madam Rachael, I know knew her name, directed one of the French maids to return me to Josette and to tell her that she should bring me to the master suite.
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I was brought up the back stair to a small bedroom where Josette waited and she immediately escorted me to the bathroom where I was told to freshen up. I removed my mask and Yvette appeared with warm wet towels and wiped me down and removed all of the jewelry except the locking bracelets. With my hair down on my shoulders Josette attached chains to my wrists and ankles and lead me barefoot and naked down the hall to two large double doors. Once inside I was secured at the foot of the bed seated atop an ottoman.
The room was ablaze with scented candles and there were mirrors which very discreetly allowed multiple views of the bed. After what seemed like forever Rachael exited the bathroom completely naked. She lay on the bed and began to run her fingers along the inside of her thighs and up to her breast which she would caress before moving back down. With each pass she would linger at her mound and soon I could detect a slight squirm in her hips. I was invisible to her as her attention to herself became more pronounced and she would suck on her fingers while she rubber herself.
Sitting at her feet I was mesmerized when seamlessly Roget slid next to her and kissed her deeply. Her hand never left its station as he began to explore her body with his mouth, tracing the curves of her body. I sought myself only to realize that my constraints prevented me from touching myself as the ache in my loins became even more intense with the knowledge of my denial.
Roget crawled over Rachael licking and biting and soon she clutched his head and arched into his face. I squirmed as they roamed, oblivious to my presence and soon she knelt between his thighs and took him in her mouth. Mere inches from my face, I watched as she moved over him with a passion that left me breathless. His motions became more intense and she drove him deeper raking her fingers over his chest as he screamed and released into her mouth gripping her hair. Over and over he lunged as she continued on until he collapsed.
I was panting as I watched this scene played out before me straining against my restraints in a vain attempt to apply some pressure against myself. Utterly frustrated I watched as Rachel rose from her prize, her hair streaming across her breast which appeared to be bursting from her passion. She grabbed me by my hair jerking my head back and I uttered a brief objection only to have my protest cut short as she kissed me deeply releasing his seed into my mouth. Shocked, I swallowed as she stared into my eyes. Saying nothing she reached between her thighs and spread her aroma on my face and returned to her husband.
I sat in stunned silence as I watched her crawl back between his legs and coax him back to life. They returned to their snake dance as they roamed over the bed riding each. Rachael's scent was thick in my nostrils and their bodies glistened with sweat. He rolled to his back and she mounted him, driving herself as he pulled her deeper. Rachael’s thrusts became more pronounced and she began to moan. He grabbed her hips and pressed her down as she arched her back and grabbed her breast roughly as she screamed longer and louder than he did, and he joined her chorus almost immediately.
I had never watched another couple make love and was mesmerized. Rachael rolled off and this time it was Roget who grabbed my hair. Without hesitation I took his length, their mingled essence smeared on my lips, but still I had no relief.
Josette and Yvette suddenly appeared as if on cue and released me from my bounds and returned me to the bedroom where I had freshened up. The removed my bracelets and makeup and to my surprise got into bed with me.
After my experience I wanted to be alone, to be free to caress myself and relive what I had seen.
“What are you doing.” I asked.
“You are not allowed to touch yourself; we must stay with you to make sure.” and they both got into bed.
The room was ablaze with scented candles and there were mirrors which very discreetly allowed multiple views of the bed. After what seemed like forever Rachael exited the bathroom completely naked. She lay on the bed and began to run her fingers along the inside of her thighs and up to her breast which she would caress before moving back down. With each pass she would linger at her mound and soon I could detect a slight squirm in her hips. I was invisible to her as her attention to herself became more pronounced and she would suck on her fingers while she rubber herself.
Sitting at her feet I was mesmerized when seamlessly Roget slid next to her and kissed her deeply. Her hand never left its station as he began to explore her body with his mouth, tracing the curves of her body. I sought myself only to realize that my constraints prevented me from touching myself as the ache in my loins became even more intense with the knowledge of my denial.
Roget crawled over Rachael licking and biting and soon she clutched his head and arched into his face. I squirmed as they roamed, oblivious to my presence and soon she knelt between his thighs and took him in her mouth. Mere inches from my face, I watched as she moved over him with a passion that left me breathless. His motions became more intense and she drove him deeper raking her fingers over his chest as he screamed and released into her mouth gripping her hair. Over and over he lunged as she continued on until he collapsed.
I was panting as I watched this scene played out before me straining against my restraints in a vain attempt to apply some pressure against myself. Utterly frustrated I watched as Rachel rose from her prize, her hair streaming across her breast which appeared to be bursting from her passion. She grabbed me by my hair jerking my head back and I uttered a brief objection only to have my protest cut short as she kissed me deeply releasing his seed into my mouth. Shocked, I swallowed as she stared into my eyes. Saying nothing she reached between her thighs and spread her aroma on my face and returned to her husband.
I sat in stunned silence as I watched her crawl back between his legs and coax him back to life. They returned to their snake dance as they roamed over the bed riding each. Rachael's scent was thick in my nostrils and their bodies glistened with sweat. He rolled to his back and she mounted him, driving herself as he pulled her deeper. Rachael’s thrusts became more pronounced and she began to moan. He grabbed her hips and pressed her down as she arched her back and grabbed her breast roughly as she screamed longer and louder than he did, and he joined her chorus almost immediately.
I had never watched another couple make love and was mesmerized. Rachael rolled off and this time it was Roget who grabbed my hair. Without hesitation I took his length, their mingled essence smeared on my lips, but still I had no relief.
Josette and Yvette suddenly appeared as if on cue and released me from my bounds and returned me to the bedroom where I had freshened up. The removed my bracelets and makeup and to my surprise got into bed with me.
After my experience I wanted to be alone, to be free to caress myself and relive what I had seen.
“What are you doing.” I asked.
“You are not allowed to touch yourself; we must stay with you to make sure.” and they both got into bed.
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The smell of coffee brought me out of a deep slumber and I vaguely remembered having several very erotic dreams. The coffee was laced with chicory as is the custom and very strong.
“Madam wants to take you to brunch and asked that I have you ready by eleven.” Josette informed me.
“What time is it?”
“Nine thirty so we must hurry.”
As I followed her down the back stairs to the Solarium, which obviously was my holding cell, we encountered several servants both male and female and I realized that after twenty-four hours I had lost all sense of modesty. I had no problem being naked in front of these people, or anyone else it appeared for that matter.
I was allowed some private time before the ritual began again, only the coffee was replaced with a Bloody Mary. Once I had been bathed and my hair and make-up done I was presented with four designer outfits from which to choose, each with matching shoes and hats. The person who emerged from the room was the picture of a southern lady and I was instructed to wait on the settee near the front door, which I did crossing my legs demurely in character with my persona de jour.
Moments later Rachael appeared and to my surprise took me by the hand and walked me out the door where her car was waiting. The Jester opened her door and raced around to open mine. Through the gate and on to the oak lined street we proceeded giving me a far better view of the City than I experienced in the limousine.
“I thought you might like to have Brunch with me so I got us a reservation at Commanders. It isn’t far and if it were not so unseasonably warm we would have walked.”
True enough in less than ten blocks we pulled up in front of a blue Victorian house and the valet took the car. We walked in arm in arm like best friends. Rachael stopped to chat at several tables, introducing me at some, but not at others. At the tables where I was not introduced I had the familiar feeling of being undressed by their stares. I assumed that I was introduced only where the farce of my presence needed to be maintained and remained a novice as to the others.
Brunch was everything one would expect and we drank several of Rachael’s favorite concoctions during the hours we were there. Much like my first encounter with Roget, there was nothing even remotely sexual about our conversation. Despite my burning curiosity and desire to ask her about their performance last night, I followed her lead and said nothing.
By the time they were serving us coffee with cognac we were carrying on about any number of inane topics. There was a lull and looking over her cup Rachael leaned in and said softly, “I understand that you are spending the evening with Terese.”
My stomach tightened and I moved back into character, “Yes Ma’am.”
Rachael’s eyes said far more that she disclosed, “You should have a very interesting evening. Did you meet her novice, Kristen I believe is her name.”
“Yes Ma’am, I believe that Kristen is the . . . ah . . . reason why she asked if . . .” I stammered vainly searching for the right words.
Making the first reference to the night before, Rachael gave me a wicked grin, “I believe you will probably be more of an active participant than you were last night. Her opinion carries a lot of weight in the Krewe so take that into consideration when you are asked to make choices.
As quickly as the conversation had turned sexual it turned back and we left the restaurant to find that the car was out front waiting. I would have never attempted to drive after consuming so much alcohol, but Rachael was unaffected.
There was very little conversation on the way home and when we drove through the gates I had to fight to remain the lady, but Rachael quickly put me in my place. “That was lovely Renee. You look a little pale, I would like for you to spend the remainder of the afternoon in the sun. Terese will collect you at seven.” and she strode off into the house.
I spent the remainder of the afternoon lying naked in the garden which was being tended by all manner of male servants. Although I felt their eyes all over me none said a word and the ice in my cocktail never got the chance to melt and my skin never lacked for lotion.
“Madam wants to take you to brunch and asked that I have you ready by eleven.” Josette informed me.
“What time is it?”
“Nine thirty so we must hurry.”
As I followed her down the back stairs to the Solarium, which obviously was my holding cell, we encountered several servants both male and female and I realized that after twenty-four hours I had lost all sense of modesty. I had no problem being naked in front of these people, or anyone else it appeared for that matter.
I was allowed some private time before the ritual began again, only the coffee was replaced with a Bloody Mary. Once I had been bathed and my hair and make-up done I was presented with four designer outfits from which to choose, each with matching shoes and hats. The person who emerged from the room was the picture of a southern lady and I was instructed to wait on the settee near the front door, which I did crossing my legs demurely in character with my persona de jour.
Moments later Rachael appeared and to my surprise took me by the hand and walked me out the door where her car was waiting. The Jester opened her door and raced around to open mine. Through the gate and on to the oak lined street we proceeded giving me a far better view of the City than I experienced in the limousine.
“I thought you might like to have Brunch with me so I got us a reservation at Commanders. It isn’t far and if it were not so unseasonably warm we would have walked.”
True enough in less than ten blocks we pulled up in front of a blue Victorian house and the valet took the car. We walked in arm in arm like best friends. Rachael stopped to chat at several tables, introducing me at some, but not at others. At the tables where I was not introduced I had the familiar feeling of being undressed by their stares. I assumed that I was introduced only where the farce of my presence needed to be maintained and remained a novice as to the others.
Brunch was everything one would expect and we drank several of Rachael’s favorite concoctions during the hours we were there. Much like my first encounter with Roget, there was nothing even remotely sexual about our conversation. Despite my burning curiosity and desire to ask her about their performance last night, I followed her lead and said nothing.
By the time they were serving us coffee with cognac we were carrying on about any number of inane topics. There was a lull and looking over her cup Rachael leaned in and said softly, “I understand that you are spending the evening with Terese.”
My stomach tightened and I moved back into character, “Yes Ma’am.”
Rachael’s eyes said far more that she disclosed, “You should have a very interesting evening. Did you meet her novice, Kristen I believe is her name.”
“Yes Ma’am, I believe that Kristen is the . . . ah . . . reason why she asked if . . .” I stammered vainly searching for the right words.
Making the first reference to the night before, Rachael gave me a wicked grin, “I believe you will probably be more of an active participant than you were last night. Her opinion carries a lot of weight in the Krewe so take that into consideration when you are asked to make choices.
As quickly as the conversation had turned sexual it turned back and we left the restaurant to find that the car was out front waiting. I would have never attempted to drive after consuming so much alcohol, but Rachael was unaffected.
There was very little conversation on the way home and when we drove through the gates I had to fight to remain the lady, but Rachael quickly put me in my place. “That was lovely Renee. You look a little pale, I would like for you to spend the remainder of the afternoon in the sun. Terese will collect you at seven.” and she strode off into the house.
I spent the remainder of the afternoon lying naked in the garden which was being tended by all manner of male servants. Although I felt their eyes all over me none said a word and the ice in my cocktail never got the chance to melt and my skin never lacked for lotion.
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With special thanks to our_cass, who plotted her own demise and hopefully will provide the pictures to fully illustrate her frustration.
Yvette kept me well supplied with Mai Tai’s throughout the afternoon but I fell asleep before I was too far gone. When she woke me at four it was starting to get chilly and she wrapped me in a robe for the trip back to the Solarium where a roastbeef PoBoy with gravy sat on a china plate.
“You really need to have something in your stomach before you leave, it is going to be a long night.”
This was the most Yvette had said at a stretch and I wondered if whether the fact that her sister was not present was the reason. On the chance that she might open up, “Yvette, can you tell me anything about this woman and what is going to happen? Please, tell me what you know.”
“Eat first. Then I will tell you.”
Eating in New Orleans is never a chore, but the anticipation took my appetite perhaps as much as Yvette actually telling me her story before I ate. Half of the sandwich was all I could do, and apparently this was enough for Yvette.
“Miss Renee, I don’t know you but if you are here you are obviously into these types of things. Mrs. Teresa is going to have several of ya’ll there and she will also have a lot of men. She is going to make ya’ll ... play ... and she will watch and she will also play herself. I know what you have been through here is mild, but tonight, child it will be more than you have ever imagined.”
Promptly at seven I was escorted out the door and into a limo and was immediately blindfolded. When I was removed from the car the blindfold was removed and I was in what appeared to be a warehouse and was walked across the interior parking area to a stairway and escorted into a room. The lights were low but not so much that you could not see everyone and I was directed to a bar where two other girls sat, one of whom I recognized as Kristen, the other was familiar but I did not know her name.
“Hello Kristen” I said trying to sound up beat and I introduced myself to the other girl who was Cassie. The bartender asked me what I would like and thinking I should wait, said, “Nothing thank-you”
He placed a Cosmo in front of me and said, "Madam would not like to hear you say that and not drinking is not allowed.” His message was clear, she wanted us at least tipsy.
Somewhere into our second drink Cassie, who was one up on me already, blurted “I don’t care what this bitch thinks I am going to do, but ...” she stopped mid sentence when a Chippendale dressed guy appeared and said.
“Ladies, I will take your clothes and shoes now.”
Kristen and I started to undress but Cassie had a sharp comeback. This was not going to be good and she was gently but firmly stripped by three of the young gigolos who leered lustily at her naked body as they attached velcro strips with metal rings to her wrists and ankles and led her away. The Chippendale dude then gussied up Kristen and I with similar velcro shackles which he fastened in front with a short length of chain before leading us off behind the bar area.
Lights suddenly came on illuminating Cassie who’s hands were held above her head on a raised platform which contained a very large bed with wedge shaped pillows. Teresa then appeared with five naked men in tow. “Why Cassie, I understand that you wanted to tell me something” as she produced a leather strap.
“I ... ah ... no Ma’am.”
Teresa lightly applied the strap to her bare ass which caused Cassie to twitch. “I thought Renee was going to be to problem child but obviously you need more training than she or Kristen. I believe that you need to learn patience.” and this time the strap was applied with a little more force.
With no more than a look Kristen and I were escorted onto the platform which was much larger than it appeared. Cassie was at one end of the bed and we were on the far side from where we first stood where there was nothing. Thick carpet covered the floor of an area that must have been twenty feet square.
Teresa sat on the bed and her five naked toys lined up in front of us. “Get to work girls, I am ready to play but my men are not.”
Chippendale took Kristen to one end of the line and pushed her to her knees and did the same to me at the other end. It was apparent what was expected and I watched as Kristen began to fluff her subject. I sat in awe as she ran her hands from his stomach down his legs as he slowly came to life.
My attention soon changed when Teresa strap appeared over my shoulder and I focused on my task at hand. “I like to taste my me before I fuck them.” she said as she moved back to watch us obtain the attention of her toys.
Once erect we were attached to separate post much like Cassie and over the next few minutes watched as Teresa took each into her mouth and commented on the shape and texture of their manhood and ranked them accordingly.
Kristen was then removed and lay on the bed with Teresa’s first choice, being Teresa’s novice she knew what to expect. Teresa replaced her on the bed and I was taken down and brought to the next partner who sat in an oversized chair next to the bed.
This went on as Teresa devoured her five beaus lustily taking them in twos and threes. Her ability to reach climax seemed unending and she was not shy about her accomplishments.
During an interlude, “Kristen, I believe Cassie needs some attention.” she said but Kristen did not move. “Still hesitant with the ladies I see. Put her on the rail.” and Kristen was moved out of my sight line.
“Well Renee it looks like the job falls to you and I was escorted to where Cassie was strung up and pushed to my knees. She turned and I pulled back and after a few vain attempts I was likewise lead away to find Kristen straddling a metal pipe with her hands fastened above her head. I too was positioned on the pipe and the manner in which our hands were fastened cause me to slide into her as our breast pressed together. We both pulled back and turned to see Cassie being lead to the bed and placed on he hands and knees.
A new set of toys appeared, “Cassie because you have been a bad girl you must show me that you have learned to be patient, you must deny yourself because if you do not I will be upset.” and with that she brought the strap across her ass once again.
For what seemed like hours we watched as Cassie was taken by both men and women with Teresa closely watching and instructing her on her lovemaking skills.
“Cassie is more like Teresa than I am which is why she is there and I am here.” Kristen said to me. “She has tried this with me since I got here and that is just not what I expected.”
Each time Cassie got close to an orgasm Teresa would alter the focus and deny her relief. Cassie’s torment was obvious and she soon she was moaning uncontrollably. Teresa called off the onslaught and had her strapped on her back spread eagle.
I got knot in my stomach as Teresa turned her attention to Kristen and I, “What is she going to do?” I whispered to Kristen.
“She wants to watch us make love.”
The restraints on our wrists tightened as our arms were pulled up and over behind the other’s head so that we were pulled towards each other. The pipe began to warm and vibrate and I looked at Cassie who was being caressed as she watched Kristen and I squirm.
As the restraints were pulled higher I became aware that there was a raised area on the pipe between Kristen and I and we were being drawn towards it and each other until we were pressed together against our will with the raised and vibrating area firmly wedged into our folds. Wewere presed against each other as the vibration in my loins left me defensless.
Eventually the machine had its way and when we were both spent Teresa had them take us down and return us to the post to watch her turn her attention to Cassie who was literally panting from the attention she had been getting while watching Kristen and I’s discomfort.
Teresa moved onto the bed and it was obvious that Cassie would be the object of her desire; when suddenly Rachael appeared.
"Sorry to interrupt Teresa, but I decided I wanted to go out dancing and wanted Renee to come along." My relief was apparent and Kristen looked dejected. I glanced from Rachael to Kristen and back.
Instantly picking up on my intentent, “Would you mind if I brought Kristen along, it appears that you are going to be occupied.”
“Rachael I think that is a great idea, I will keep Cassie here with me, she appears to love the attention.” Cassie had been untied and was now being attended to by two men and a woman in preparation for whatever Teresa had in mind.
With that Kristen and I were given our clothes and went back to Rachael’s where Josette and Yvette worked their magic and dressed us to the nines.
It was almost midnight Sunday as we left the house and the City of New Orleans was still pulsing with life.
Yvette kept me well supplied with Mai Tai’s throughout the afternoon but I fell asleep before I was too far gone. When she woke me at four it was starting to get chilly and she wrapped me in a robe for the trip back to the Solarium where a roastbeef PoBoy with gravy sat on a china plate.
“You really need to have something in your stomach before you leave, it is going to be a long night.”
This was the most Yvette had said at a stretch and I wondered if whether the fact that her sister was not present was the reason. On the chance that she might open up, “Yvette, can you tell me anything about this woman and what is going to happen? Please, tell me what you know.”
“Eat first. Then I will tell you.”
Eating in New Orleans is never a chore, but the anticipation took my appetite perhaps as much as Yvette actually telling me her story before I ate. Half of the sandwich was all I could do, and apparently this was enough for Yvette.
“Miss Renee, I don’t know you but if you are here you are obviously into these types of things. Mrs. Teresa is going to have several of ya’ll there and she will also have a lot of men. She is going to make ya’ll ... play ... and she will watch and she will also play herself. I know what you have been through here is mild, but tonight, child it will be more than you have ever imagined.”
Promptly at seven I was escorted out the door and into a limo and was immediately blindfolded. When I was removed from the car the blindfold was removed and I was in what appeared to be a warehouse and was walked across the interior parking area to a stairway and escorted into a room. The lights were low but not so much that you could not see everyone and I was directed to a bar where two other girls sat, one of whom I recognized as Kristen, the other was familiar but I did not know her name.
“Hello Kristen” I said trying to sound up beat and I introduced myself to the other girl who was Cassie. The bartender asked me what I would like and thinking I should wait, said, “Nothing thank-you”
He placed a Cosmo in front of me and said, "Madam would not like to hear you say that and not drinking is not allowed.” His message was clear, she wanted us at least tipsy.
Somewhere into our second drink Cassie, who was one up on me already, blurted “I don’t care what this bitch thinks I am going to do, but ...” she stopped mid sentence when a Chippendale dressed guy appeared and said.
“Ladies, I will take your clothes and shoes now.”
Kristen and I started to undress but Cassie had a sharp comeback. This was not going to be good and she was gently but firmly stripped by three of the young gigolos who leered lustily at her naked body as they attached velcro strips with metal rings to her wrists and ankles and led her away. The Chippendale dude then gussied up Kristen and I with similar velcro shackles which he fastened in front with a short length of chain before leading us off behind the bar area.
Lights suddenly came on illuminating Cassie who’s hands were held above her head on a raised platform which contained a very large bed with wedge shaped pillows. Teresa then appeared with five naked men in tow. “Why Cassie, I understand that you wanted to tell me something” as she produced a leather strap.
“I ... ah ... no Ma’am.”
Teresa lightly applied the strap to her bare ass which caused Cassie to twitch. “I thought Renee was going to be to problem child but obviously you need more training than she or Kristen. I believe that you need to learn patience.” and this time the strap was applied with a little more force.
With no more than a look Kristen and I were escorted onto the platform which was much larger than it appeared. Cassie was at one end of the bed and we were on the far side from where we first stood where there was nothing. Thick carpet covered the floor of an area that must have been twenty feet square.
Teresa sat on the bed and her five naked toys lined up in front of us. “Get to work girls, I am ready to play but my men are not.”
Chippendale took Kristen to one end of the line and pushed her to her knees and did the same to me at the other end. It was apparent what was expected and I watched as Kristen began to fluff her subject. I sat in awe as she ran her hands from his stomach down his legs as he slowly came to life.
My attention soon changed when Teresa strap appeared over my shoulder and I focused on my task at hand. “I like to taste my me before I fuck them.” she said as she moved back to watch us obtain the attention of her toys.
Once erect we were attached to separate post much like Cassie and over the next few minutes watched as Teresa took each into her mouth and commented on the shape and texture of their manhood and ranked them accordingly.
Kristen was then removed and lay on the bed with Teresa’s first choice, being Teresa’s novice she knew what to expect. Teresa replaced her on the bed and I was taken down and brought to the next partner who sat in an oversized chair next to the bed.
This went on as Teresa devoured her five beaus lustily taking them in twos and threes. Her ability to reach climax seemed unending and she was not shy about her accomplishments.
During an interlude, “Kristen, I believe Cassie needs some attention.” she said but Kristen did not move. “Still hesitant with the ladies I see. Put her on the rail.” and Kristen was moved out of my sight line.
“Well Renee it looks like the job falls to you and I was escorted to where Cassie was strung up and pushed to my knees. She turned and I pulled back and after a few vain attempts I was likewise lead away to find Kristen straddling a metal pipe with her hands fastened above her head. I too was positioned on the pipe and the manner in which our hands were fastened cause me to slide into her as our breast pressed together. We both pulled back and turned to see Cassie being lead to the bed and placed on he hands and knees.
A new set of toys appeared, “Cassie because you have been a bad girl you must show me that you have learned to be patient, you must deny yourself because if you do not I will be upset.” and with that she brought the strap across her ass once again.
For what seemed like hours we watched as Cassie was taken by both men and women with Teresa closely watching and instructing her on her lovemaking skills.
“Cassie is more like Teresa than I am which is why she is there and I am here.” Kristen said to me. “She has tried this with me since I got here and that is just not what I expected.”
Each time Cassie got close to an orgasm Teresa would alter the focus and deny her relief. Cassie’s torment was obvious and she soon she was moaning uncontrollably. Teresa called off the onslaught and had her strapped on her back spread eagle.
I got knot in my stomach as Teresa turned her attention to Kristen and I, “What is she going to do?” I whispered to Kristen.
“She wants to watch us make love.”
The restraints on our wrists tightened as our arms were pulled up and over behind the other’s head so that we were pulled towards each other. The pipe began to warm and vibrate and I looked at Cassie who was being caressed as she watched Kristen and I squirm.
As the restraints were pulled higher I became aware that there was a raised area on the pipe between Kristen and I and we were being drawn towards it and each other until we were pressed together against our will with the raised and vibrating area firmly wedged into our folds. Wewere presed against each other as the vibration in my loins left me defensless.
Eventually the machine had its way and when we were both spent Teresa had them take us down and return us to the post to watch her turn her attention to Cassie who was literally panting from the attention she had been getting while watching Kristen and I’s discomfort.
Teresa moved onto the bed and it was obvious that Cassie would be the object of her desire; when suddenly Rachael appeared.
"Sorry to interrupt Teresa, but I decided I wanted to go out dancing and wanted Renee to come along." My relief was apparent and Kristen looked dejected. I glanced from Rachael to Kristen and back.
Instantly picking up on my intentent, “Would you mind if I brought Kristen along, it appears that you are going to be occupied.”
“Rachael I think that is a great idea, I will keep Cassie here with me, she appears to love the attention.” Cassie had been untied and was now being attended to by two men and a woman in preparation for whatever Teresa had in mind.
With that Kristen and I were given our clothes and went back to Rachael’s where Josette and Yvette worked their magic and dressed us to the nines.
It was almost midnight Sunday as we left the house and the City of New Orleans was still pulsing with life.
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Re: Renee's Mardi Gras
Excellent story and thanks for the cameo, just as I would have hoped!
Re: Renee's Mardi Gras
our_cass wrote:Excellent story and thanks for the cameo, just as I would have hoped!
No, thank you, and believe me I shall write you well before the story ends
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Re: Renee's Mardi Gras
Yvette had out done herself with our outfits. Kristen had on an almost transparent dress that plunged between here boobs and was longer in the back than the front. She was wearing matching sheer bra and thong which you could see in the right light.
Kristen seemed almost manic about her situation. She was thrilled to be with me, especially when I told her how normal Rachael had been at brunch, but was distressed about Teresa dumping her for Cassie. “I am afraid I will not get into the Krewe after tonight.”
On the way to the club Rachael was buzzing about our evening and mad me tell her everything. “Teresa is such a slut. She is going to wear poor Cassie out and then call in the infantry to finish them both off.”
Hearing this did not please Kristen who took a long swallow on her drink as our driver groped through the traffic into the French Quarter. When he pulled over there was none of the prim and proper society stuff as Rachael opened her own door and we all jumped out.
The Club was packed and we had no shortage of men buying us drinks or putting the make on us. “Play as hard as you like, but you ladies are coming home with me.” Rachael admonished as she returned to the three men vying for her attention.
The relief from being out from under the microscope was intoxicating and Kristen and I danced like fools. Kristen drank heavily and more than once we found ourselves were dancing with each other and she would kiss me, not so much sexual, but given what we had been through it seemed like nothing, but the crowd went wild.
As the night went on it seemed like Kristen would seek me out and kiss me to get a reaction from the crowd. Their encouragement was a tonic and she became more demonstrative, grabbing my breast and ass as she ground her hips into me to their delight. As their collective voices encouraged her on she took the stage and the crowd roared its approval.
I felt a hand on my waist and turned to see Rachael on my hip. “Should I stop her?” I asked.
“No, Kristen needs to be adored, even if this is false adoration. We must let this play out and just keep her safe from harm.”
The DJ selected a song that allowed Kristen to flash her long legs and long brown hair as she lifted her dress higher each time in a syncopated tease. The next song was Legs by ZZ Top and Kristen made it her own, thrusting her loins in time to the music and eventually pulling her dress over her head. Dancing in her bra and thong she was picking out her potential lovers and soon tossed her bra to one. Caressing herself from her breast to her thighs she pranced across the stage and caught my eye.
As she stared into my eyes I told Rachael, “The thong is next” and she literally tore them off and danced gloriously naked. As the last verse started she ran her hands through her hair and stuck a finger in her mouth which she then inserted into herself and exploded in a very obvious and intense orgasm.
Waiving her bra to acknowledge himself as her chosen lover the first of her lovers climbed on stage and Kristen sank to her knees and opened his fly. She rubbed him on her face before taking him in her mouth and leered at the crowd as they howled their approval. He was joined by the man with her thong who knelt behind her and all three collapsed to the floor as he entered her from behind in one firm thrust. Kristen released her lover from her mouth as she arched her back and screamed again.
“This is going to get out of hand.” She motioned to the bouncers who immediately retrieved Kristen from the stage as the crowd voiced its displeasure.
By the time we got her off the stage there she had already had several men attempting to mount her, and she was so excited she was offering little resistance.
Once in the car she calmed down a bit and Rachael jokingly said, “Kristen this is a night to tell your granddaughter.” We all laughed and I realized that Rachael had given her permission to keep this as a happy and exciting memory. “Girl, I can only dream of dancing like that and having that many men dying to make love to me.”
Regardless of what happened, Kristen would remember this evening as a positive affirmation of her sexuality because of a few kind words. I learned a lot from Rachael that night and as I fell asleep I was actually envious of Kristen wishing that I had been the one who danced naked.
Kristen seemed almost manic about her situation. She was thrilled to be with me, especially when I told her how normal Rachael had been at brunch, but was distressed about Teresa dumping her for Cassie. “I am afraid I will not get into the Krewe after tonight.”
On the way to the club Rachael was buzzing about our evening and mad me tell her everything. “Teresa is such a slut. She is going to wear poor Cassie out and then call in the infantry to finish them both off.”
Hearing this did not please Kristen who took a long swallow on her drink as our driver groped through the traffic into the French Quarter. When he pulled over there was none of the prim and proper society stuff as Rachael opened her own door and we all jumped out.
The Club was packed and we had no shortage of men buying us drinks or putting the make on us. “Play as hard as you like, but you ladies are coming home with me.” Rachael admonished as she returned to the three men vying for her attention.
The relief from being out from under the microscope was intoxicating and Kristen and I danced like fools. Kristen drank heavily and more than once we found ourselves were dancing with each other and she would kiss me, not so much sexual, but given what we had been through it seemed like nothing, but the crowd went wild.
As the night went on it seemed like Kristen would seek me out and kiss me to get a reaction from the crowd. Their encouragement was a tonic and she became more demonstrative, grabbing my breast and ass as she ground her hips into me to their delight. As their collective voices encouraged her on she took the stage and the crowd roared its approval.
I felt a hand on my waist and turned to see Rachael on my hip. “Should I stop her?” I asked.
“No, Kristen needs to be adored, even if this is false adoration. We must let this play out and just keep her safe from harm.”
The DJ selected a song that allowed Kristen to flash her long legs and long brown hair as she lifted her dress higher each time in a syncopated tease. The next song was Legs by ZZ Top and Kristen made it her own, thrusting her loins in time to the music and eventually pulling her dress over her head. Dancing in her bra and thong she was picking out her potential lovers and soon tossed her bra to one. Caressing herself from her breast to her thighs she pranced across the stage and caught my eye.
As she stared into my eyes I told Rachael, “The thong is next” and she literally tore them off and danced gloriously naked. As the last verse started she ran her hands through her hair and stuck a finger in her mouth which she then inserted into herself and exploded in a very obvious and intense orgasm.
Waiving her bra to acknowledge himself as her chosen lover the first of her lovers climbed on stage and Kristen sank to her knees and opened his fly. She rubbed him on her face before taking him in her mouth and leered at the crowd as they howled their approval. He was joined by the man with her thong who knelt behind her and all three collapsed to the floor as he entered her from behind in one firm thrust. Kristen released her lover from her mouth as she arched her back and screamed again.
“This is going to get out of hand.” She motioned to the bouncers who immediately retrieved Kristen from the stage as the crowd voiced its displeasure.
By the time we got her off the stage there she had already had several men attempting to mount her, and she was so excited she was offering little resistance.
Once in the car she calmed down a bit and Rachael jokingly said, “Kristen this is a night to tell your granddaughter.” We all laughed and I realized that Rachael had given her permission to keep this as a happy and exciting memory. “Girl, I can only dream of dancing like that and having that many men dying to make love to me.”
Regardless of what happened, Kristen would remember this evening as a positive affirmation of her sexuality because of a few kind words. I learned a lot from Rachael that night and as I fell asleep I was actually envious of Kristen wishing that I had been the one who danced naked.
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Lundi Gras was mostly uneventful and after the Orpheus parade Roget, Rachael, Kristen and I went down to the Quarter. I found it strange that Teresa had not required that Kristen be returned to her, which made me wonder about she and Cassie.
The Quarter was packed and we slowly made our way to a doorway with an iron gate, guarded by two bouncers who knew R & R by name. A short corridor opened into a courtyard where a party was going on and it was apparent that the place was either rented or owned by a member of the Krewe. We ate and danced and drank as the sexual heat rose as the temperature dropped.
Kristen and I soon wandered up to the second floor and discovered that the place had a balcony overlooking Bourbon Street. The beads were flying and breast were exposed everywhere. Kristen immediately pulled up her shirt as beads and doubloons rained down on her. I left her and went inside looking for the restroom and discovered a series of rooms set up for sex. Each one had a sea of bodies in various states of dress and levels of activity.
In the second room I was shocked to see Teresa naked with a dog collar and leash on her knees servicing Cassie who was holding a riding crop with which she vigorously swatted Teresa’s bare ass when she slowed down. Cassie was riding reverse cowgirl and would occasionally rise from her stud to allow him access to Teresa’s mouth.
I ran to the balcony and grabbed Kristen. “You will not believe this!” When we entered the room Cassie had added another element as Teresa was now being ridden from behind while Cassie made comments on her performance.
When she saw us she motioned us over, “I told you I was going to teach this bitch a lesson.” and a red mark appeared on Teresa's ass as she squirmed as the riding crop kissed her ass.
“What happened? I would have expected you to be the one on the leash.”
“I guess I am a better lover than her other girls. I think it was all a show, but for now she likes me being in charge.” Cassie’s face lit up, “Best of all, she loves to provide me with all the lovers I can handle … and she has trained them well.”
Roget stuck his head into the room, and motioned for us to come with him. “Kristen, you will be staying with us for the duration, Teresa has had a change of , … attitude would be an appropriate description. We will see that you get home. Renee, would come with me please.”
Roget took me to the bar where we sat drinking, although I was well along. It occurred to me that I was the only one who had not been fucked. “Sir, not to be rude, but this whole weekend has been pretty tame for me, I mean I haven’t really had sex with anyone.”
“That has not gone unnoticed, which is why we are sitting here at the bar.”
The thought that Roget might end this drought was exciting, but soon Rachael appeared, “Have you told her?”
“No, I was waiting for you.”
“Renee, you have performed fabulously this weekend, you have shown grace and charm, most importantly obedience without losing your self respect. For this, you will be given the opportunity to join, but this is a much bigger decision than you can imagine.”
“Why do you say that, this has all been pretty tame.”
“Tomorrow will be anything but tame, especially for you if you choose to join.”
“The initiation Renee, is a marathon of sex with you as the principal object of literally everyone’s desire.” Roget injected. “You have been playing at this but I have kept you safe. Tomorrow you will literally be the Whore of Babylon, and will be taken as often and however your suitors’ please.”
“If you say yes, there is no turning back.” concluded Rachael.
I awoke Mardi Gras morning slightly tender on the right side of my Venus mound but immediately ran to the mirror to admire my new Fleur-dis-Lis tattoo.
The Quarter was packed and we slowly made our way to a doorway with an iron gate, guarded by two bouncers who knew R & R by name. A short corridor opened into a courtyard where a party was going on and it was apparent that the place was either rented or owned by a member of the Krewe. We ate and danced and drank as the sexual heat rose as the temperature dropped.
Kristen and I soon wandered up to the second floor and discovered that the place had a balcony overlooking Bourbon Street. The beads were flying and breast were exposed everywhere. Kristen immediately pulled up her shirt as beads and doubloons rained down on her. I left her and went inside looking for the restroom and discovered a series of rooms set up for sex. Each one had a sea of bodies in various states of dress and levels of activity.
In the second room I was shocked to see Teresa naked with a dog collar and leash on her knees servicing Cassie who was holding a riding crop with which she vigorously swatted Teresa’s bare ass when she slowed down. Cassie was riding reverse cowgirl and would occasionally rise from her stud to allow him access to Teresa’s mouth.
I ran to the balcony and grabbed Kristen. “You will not believe this!” When we entered the room Cassie had added another element as Teresa was now being ridden from behind while Cassie made comments on her performance.
When she saw us she motioned us over, “I told you I was going to teach this bitch a lesson.” and a red mark appeared on Teresa's ass as she squirmed as the riding crop kissed her ass.
“What happened? I would have expected you to be the one on the leash.”
“I guess I am a better lover than her other girls. I think it was all a show, but for now she likes me being in charge.” Cassie’s face lit up, “Best of all, she loves to provide me with all the lovers I can handle … and she has trained them well.”
Roget stuck his head into the room, and motioned for us to come with him. “Kristen, you will be staying with us for the duration, Teresa has had a change of , … attitude would be an appropriate description. We will see that you get home. Renee, would come with me please.”
Roget took me to the bar where we sat drinking, although I was well along. It occurred to me that I was the only one who had not been fucked. “Sir, not to be rude, but this whole weekend has been pretty tame for me, I mean I haven’t really had sex with anyone.”
“That has not gone unnoticed, which is why we are sitting here at the bar.”
The thought that Roget might end this drought was exciting, but soon Rachael appeared, “Have you told her?”
“No, I was waiting for you.”
“Renee, you have performed fabulously this weekend, you have shown grace and charm, most importantly obedience without losing your self respect. For this, you will be given the opportunity to join, but this is a much bigger decision than you can imagine.”
“Why do you say that, this has all been pretty tame.”
“Tomorrow will be anything but tame, especially for you if you choose to join.”
“The initiation Renee, is a marathon of sex with you as the principal object of literally everyone’s desire.” Roget injected. “You have been playing at this but I have kept you safe. Tomorrow you will literally be the Whore of Babylon, and will be taken as often and however your suitors’ please.”
“If you say yes, there is no turning back.” concluded Rachael.
I awoke Mardi Gras morning slightly tender on the right side of my Venus mound but immediately ran to the mirror to admire my new Fleur-dis-Lis tattoo.
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The whole house was up early Mardi Gras to attend the Zulu parade which I found strange because attending parades had not been a priority. So with Mimosas in hand we all set off. St. Charles Avenue was packed but several servants had gone ahead to stake out a location with an icechest full of anything we would want or need to maintain a level of inebriation which was consistent with the event.
The parade was amazing with the Krewe members dressed in the traditional Zulu grass skirts and hides replicating various African animals. When the float carrying the royalty passed it was apparent that they were well acquainted with my hosts, and I was literally handed one of the Zulu coconuts which is the most prized throws in all of Carnival.
When we returned there was a lavish brunch in the garden and when that was concluded Rachael, Kristen and I all took naps on the chase lounges, naked. Yvette woke me at four and the preparation for my evening of debauchery began with a Cosmo and a bath.
The parade was amazing with the Krewe members dressed in the traditional Zulu grass skirts and hides replicating various African animals. When the float carrying the royalty passed it was apparent that they were well acquainted with my hosts, and I was literally handed one of the Zulu coconuts which is the most prized throws in all of Carnival.
When we returned there was a lavish brunch in the garden and when that was concluded Rachael, Kristen and I all took naps on the chase lounges, naked. Yvette woke me at four and the preparation for my evening of debauchery began with a Cosmo and a bath.
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My costume for the evening was a flowing dress from the 1870’s which pressed my breast together and up out of the tight waist. Arriving at the Ball the theme was pirates and the set included the aft deck of a sailing ship with a huge ship’s wheel on the poop deck and broad stairs leading down to the ship’s main deck For nearly an hour I danced and drank with my “date” who was the ship’s Capitan.
Without warning there came the report of a canon followed by sporadic gunfire as the pirates swarmed the deck with cutlasses drawn. My Captain was “cut down” when he offered resistance and “died” a very dramatic death. The images created were both surreal and believable.
The fight lasted no more than a minute and I was grabbed by the shoulder of my dress by one of the pirates who began to grope me crudely only to be slapped down by the Pirate Captain whom I immediately recognized as Roget. I was clapped in irons which looked and felt real and was led roughly up the stairs to the poop deck where Roget held my hands above my head to cries from the pirates that the prize must be shared equally.
Roget pushed me to my knees as a Pirate wearing a red velvet greatcoat and thigh high black boots cam striding across the deck. His hair was jet black curls and the mask under his plumed hat gave the appearance of Captain Hook from Peter Pan. He climbed the steps and upon reaching the top stood with one foot on the deck where I was kneeling with the other on the step below.
My face was level with his crotch and he grabbed my hair at the back of my skull and pulled open his coat revealing a naked quim bearing the Krewe’s trademark tattoo. He removed his mask and Ericka pulled my face into her loins.
“Please me or I will have you flogged.” she demanded. Her must was overwhelming and I attended to my appointed task with a passion that shocked me. I was in a daze and moved between being myself and being Ericka, and soon we were both struggling to remain connected as the waves took us.
Before my orgasm had fully subsided the Pirate Captain pulled me to my feet and ripped open the bodice of my dress exposing my breast to the crew. “Everyone gets a share.” he shouted as he bent me over the rail and lifted my dress. I felt the rush of cold air as I was exposed and with his hand pressing me onto the rail he took me from behind as I stared into the masked faces of the pirate crew.
The crack of a whip drew my attention away to a grated rack where a Cassie was tied standing, naked and spread eagle. The whip was not real but the sound made it seem like it was and Roget cried out, “Enjoy this one while you wait for the prize” The rack was then laid down with Cassie on her knees where she was soon swarmed front and rear.
The combination of my situation and watching Cassie being ravaged was overwhelming and I began to moan unconsciously as my body was again racked in orgasm. The crew cheered and began to climb the stairs as I envisioned myself in Cassie’s situation. Roget withdrew and handed me over to the crew who stripped me naked and forced me to my knees and I took the first offering into my mouth.
Again the scene was interrupted by yet another fantastic event as the “ship” was boarded by Zulu warriors. All went quiet as the Zulu King I had seen earlier confronted Roget, demanding that he pay homage for his presence in these waters. The farce continued with great fanfare as the opposing groups “threatened” each other. Roget offered Cassie, but the Zulu King refused.
“You insult me by offering used treasures.”
Walking over to me Roget pulled me to my feet by the chains on my wrist, “Then you may have this one.”
“She is soiled also”
“Ah, but only in two places, my friend. She is unsoiled there and you may have her as my gift.”
A cheer went up from the pirates and Zulus alike as I realized that my initiation was to be sodomized before the entire Krewe. I was led to the grate and my chains were tied down and the grate was raised on four ropes which suspended me in the air above the crowd where I was presented with the largest cock I had ever seen.
“Do not worry, I will be gentle” he whispered as he began to explore every part of my body. I left him slick with saliva as he moved behind me and began to rub the head along my lips which were wet with desire. He repeatedly pushed but did not enter and teased me before finally driving forward while lubricating my ass with his thumb. When he plunged his finger in I came in a rush soaking my thighs and gasping for breath.
By now everyone had removed their masks and I could look into their eyes. Looking down through the grate I could see people standing directly beneath witnessing my being taken.
He withdrew and rubbed himself against my ass, “Are you ready to surrender yourself?”
I was determined to take him and snarled back “Fuck my ass.”
For what seemed like an eternity he worked to ease himself into me and finally I felt his balls resting on my legs. He began a slow withdrawal and steady return which produced an audible and uncontrolled moan from me. I looked through the grate to see the transfixed eyes watching the assault on my ass as I pushed back with each thrust.
“Where am I?” he said, slapping my butt loudly.
“In my ass.” I responded meekly prompting another slap.
“Tell them what you are doing.”
“Fucking my ass. He’s fucking my ass.” I screamed as he lunged into me one last time and left me on my knees writhing in my own orgasm to the cheers of the crowd.
Without warning there came the report of a canon followed by sporadic gunfire as the pirates swarmed the deck with cutlasses drawn. My Captain was “cut down” when he offered resistance and “died” a very dramatic death. The images created were both surreal and believable.
The fight lasted no more than a minute and I was grabbed by the shoulder of my dress by one of the pirates who began to grope me crudely only to be slapped down by the Pirate Captain whom I immediately recognized as Roget. I was clapped in irons which looked and felt real and was led roughly up the stairs to the poop deck where Roget held my hands above my head to cries from the pirates that the prize must be shared equally.
Roget pushed me to my knees as a Pirate wearing a red velvet greatcoat and thigh high black boots cam striding across the deck. His hair was jet black curls and the mask under his plumed hat gave the appearance of Captain Hook from Peter Pan. He climbed the steps and upon reaching the top stood with one foot on the deck where I was kneeling with the other on the step below.
My face was level with his crotch and he grabbed my hair at the back of my skull and pulled open his coat revealing a naked quim bearing the Krewe’s trademark tattoo. He removed his mask and Ericka pulled my face into her loins.
“Please me or I will have you flogged.” she demanded. Her must was overwhelming and I attended to my appointed task with a passion that shocked me. I was in a daze and moved between being myself and being Ericka, and soon we were both struggling to remain connected as the waves took us.
Before my orgasm had fully subsided the Pirate Captain pulled me to my feet and ripped open the bodice of my dress exposing my breast to the crew. “Everyone gets a share.” he shouted as he bent me over the rail and lifted my dress. I felt the rush of cold air as I was exposed and with his hand pressing me onto the rail he took me from behind as I stared into the masked faces of the pirate crew.
The crack of a whip drew my attention away to a grated rack where a Cassie was tied standing, naked and spread eagle. The whip was not real but the sound made it seem like it was and Roget cried out, “Enjoy this one while you wait for the prize” The rack was then laid down with Cassie on her knees where she was soon swarmed front and rear.
The combination of my situation and watching Cassie being ravaged was overwhelming and I began to moan unconsciously as my body was again racked in orgasm. The crew cheered and began to climb the stairs as I envisioned myself in Cassie’s situation. Roget withdrew and handed me over to the crew who stripped me naked and forced me to my knees and I took the first offering into my mouth.
Again the scene was interrupted by yet another fantastic event as the “ship” was boarded by Zulu warriors. All went quiet as the Zulu King I had seen earlier confronted Roget, demanding that he pay homage for his presence in these waters. The farce continued with great fanfare as the opposing groups “threatened” each other. Roget offered Cassie, but the Zulu King refused.
“You insult me by offering used treasures.”
Walking over to me Roget pulled me to my feet by the chains on my wrist, “Then you may have this one.”
“She is soiled also”
“Ah, but only in two places, my friend. She is unsoiled there and you may have her as my gift.”
A cheer went up from the pirates and Zulus alike as I realized that my initiation was to be sodomized before the entire Krewe. I was led to the grate and my chains were tied down and the grate was raised on four ropes which suspended me in the air above the crowd where I was presented with the largest cock I had ever seen.
“Do not worry, I will be gentle” he whispered as he began to explore every part of my body. I left him slick with saliva as he moved behind me and began to rub the head along my lips which were wet with desire. He repeatedly pushed but did not enter and teased me before finally driving forward while lubricating my ass with his thumb. When he plunged his finger in I came in a rush soaking my thighs and gasping for breath.
By now everyone had removed their masks and I could look into their eyes. Looking down through the grate I could see people standing directly beneath witnessing my being taken.
He withdrew and rubbed himself against my ass, “Are you ready to surrender yourself?”
I was determined to take him and snarled back “Fuck my ass.”
For what seemed like an eternity he worked to ease himself into me and finally I felt his balls resting on my legs. He began a slow withdrawal and steady return which produced an audible and uncontrolled moan from me. I looked through the grate to see the transfixed eyes watching the assault on my ass as I pushed back with each thrust.
“Where am I?” he said, slapping my butt loudly.
“In my ass.” I responded meekly prompting another slap.
“Tell them what you are doing.”
“Fucking my ass. He’s fucking my ass.” I screamed as he lunged into me one last time and left me on my knees writhing in my own orgasm to the cheers of the crowd.
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Re: Renee's Mardi Gras
If Mrs T were there; she would place a few little 'slaps' on Cassie's bottom to remind her how naughty she has been.our_cass wrote:Ooh, Cass is bad and so naughty!
But that would mean I have been naughty, who would remind me? Who would slap my bottom?
Can we all please be nice to each other. Disagree by all means but please be nice.[/size]
Re: Renee's Mardi Gras
I do believe that Cass and Mrs. T have a little unfinished business between themselves. Perhaps you ladies could post a few pictures in the Hotties thread on this story illustrating your intentions or better yet putting your vivid imaginations on full display.
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Re: Renee's Mardi Gras
Fantastic! Wow! Thank you!
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Re: Renee's Mardi Gras
Please please PLEASE continue the story!!!!
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Re: Renee's Mardi Gras
Watch The Adventures of Cass thread for some New Orleans stories from me......
Re: Renee's Mardi Gras
There have been a few request for some closure, so I will hopefully find a muse...
Also, so Bethe does not have to go searching
Also, so Bethe does not have to go searching
Re: Renee's Mardi Gras
Bump to myself so that one day I can finish the story