Seductive Master, The - 01
You had been invited to the party once before, and
knew what to expect. In your heart you desired to be
chosen by him. But in your mind you feared it
somewhat. To you, the first time you went to the
party, it was just another party. A friend had
suggested you go and you were surprised by the things
that happened that night as well as the man giving the
party. Somehow your friend had gotten approval for you
to attend, which you learned later was not easy, for
the Host was very selective about how came to his
parties.
Your friend, Dana, told you how and what to wear
for the first party. You knew what to wear for this
one because of the experience. Dana told you to wear
either black or red clothing. She also said you were
to wear a dress of silk or shear material, being sure
not to wear a bra or panties. You were to wear black
or red nylons with matching garter belt and heels about
3 inches high. You were hesitant about going anywhere
without a bra and panties, let alone to a party to a
strangers house. Dana continued to assure you that you
would not only enjoy the party but beg to come to
another one. She was right.
You are standing in front of the mirror putting
the last finishing touches to your makeup. Your heart
is fluttering at the thought of him, the host and you
can feel your pussy twitch slightly. You reach down
and adjust your garter belt and hook the nylons you
just finished sliding over your legs. You stand in
front of the mirror again and begin to run a comb
through your hair and glance down to your firm, round
breasts. The nipples are hard already, from the
thoughts that have been racing through your mind. You
reach down and pinch them both and feel the tingle of
your action all the way down to your pussy. You finish
combing your hair and then slip your dress over your
head and then comb your hair one more time.
You are lovely. A beautiful, sleek lady. Your
auburn hair shining in the lights of the bathroom.
Your dark green eyes dancing with flicks of gold in
them. You slender frame glides when you walk, despite
the fact you are not accustomed to heels this high.
You look yourself over for one final look, think to
yourself, 'Not bad for an ol' lady of 24' then walk
from the room.
Dana is waiting in the living room for you. She
looks fantastic. She is wearing a black dress, just as
you are, and has heels on that are at least 5 inches
high. Every hair on her blonde head is perfect, as is
her makeup.
"Ready to go now?", Dana asked.
"Yes, ready! How do I look? Dana you look
fantastic."
"You look great yourself. He might pick you
tonight, who knows." Dana responded, then winked.
Dana had been picked by him almost a year ago.
You noted a change in her when it happened. She
suddenly became very calm and relaxed. She never
seemed to worry about anything. That was not the Dana
you had known before her meeting him. She just seemed,
well, so much at peace with herself now. It was
incredible the change he had on her. You wanted that
too! You crossed your fingers on your left hand as you
walked through the door to the limo waiting for you,
hoping and praying tonight would the night he picked
you.
The parties were infrequent. Sometimes once a
month, sometimes one every two months. He had this
party only one month after the first one you had
attended. You hoped, if not chosen tonight, there
would be another party soon. Eventually, you reasoned,
you would be chosen.
The limo pulled into the driveway. It was still a
long way to the house, at least a mile and Dana and you
continued your chit chat. You asked Dana what HE was
like in bed, telling her you were just dying to know.
Dana told you to just wait and see if you got picked
then you would find out soon enough. Her lips turned
up with a large smile and she had a twinkle in her
eyes. You figured he must be great, based on Dana's
reaction.
The car pulled up to the front door and a man
dressed in tux with tales, reached down and opened the
door. He stretched out his white gloved hand to help
first Dana then you out of the limo.
Once inside, you looked around, scanning the crowd
for your host. He was not to be seen. There were men
as well as women there and people were clustered
together in quite chats. Two women dressed in maid's
uniforms were moving through the guests serving drinks.
You noticed all the women were dressed in black with
the exception of one, who was dressed in hot, fire red.
The men were in tuxedos. Dana and you make your way
through the groups of people, trying to get to the
other side of the room to some people you both know.
When you joined your friends you engaged in small talk
and take a drink from the tray.
The grandfather clock in the foyer bonged nine
times and suddenly from the main entrance to the great
hall entered your Host. Everything went silent when he
entered the room. It was so quiet your could almost
hear everyone breathing. He stopped just inside the
door, looking over the crowd of people then stepped in
a few more steps.
"Please, everyone, enjoy yourselves.", he said.
Then he began to move through the crowd.
He is more magnificent than you had remembered.
He is the best looking man you have ever seen. His
body is perfectly shaped and kept in top condition.
His hair is a soft jet black and never has a hair out
of place. His chin is firm and chest broad. His eyes
are the most fabulous feature you can see, for they are
a deep purple and are hypnotic. When he speaks to
people, they just seem to freeze and be captured in his
eyes, and his desires become theirs. You continue to
watch him as he moves through the crowd of people. He
stops and speaks to a couple of women and then bends
down slightly and kisses each of their cheeks. You can
hear your own breathing increase as he is making his
way across the room to where you and Dana stand. When
he finally reaches the two of you, you all but have an
orgasm right then and there. Your are feeling somewhat
light headed by his presence and somewhat gitty as
well.
"Hello Dana!", he says, and leans forward to kiss
her cheek.
"Hello, Master Nathaniel. I pray you are well
this evening." Dana responded.
"Yes, quite well my dear Dana. Quite well indeed.
And who is this lovely young thing you have with you?"
Nathaniel says nodding at you.
"You remember Elizabeth, from our your last party,
do you not Master Nathaniel?"
"Oh yes," he says and turns his attentions to you.
Your heart is pounding so hard now, you are certain he
can hear it. "I'm very glad you joined us for another
party Elizabeth. I...", his words trailed off to
silence as he turned around to notice a disturbance in
the room. "Pardon me," he said, without turning back
to face you and Dana and he walked in the direction of
the noise. Dana and you follow him.
There, on the other side of the room, is the lady
in the red dress, talking loudly to a gentleman. She
then reaches over to the tray the maid is carrying with
hors d'oeuvres on it and as she does her dress rides up
in the back to expose her bare bottom. She is somewhat
drunk, you are certain of that, for her speech is
slightly slurred. When she sees Nathaniel coming
towards her she wiggles her bottom around a bit,
obviously aware of her buttocks exposure. Nathaniel
walks over to her and pulls her back to an upright and
tells her to stand perfectly still. She does so, as
she stares into his eyes. Nathaniel reaches out with
both hands, glances down to the front of her dress and
then places his index finger of each hand on the very
tip of her protruding nipples. Leaving his finger tips
resting on her nipples he looks back into her face and
says, "Upstairs, second bedroom on the right." She
gives no argument but instead turns and walked through
the crowded room and disappears through the double
doors of the great hall.
"Thank you all for coming. I have made my
selection. Continue to enjoy yourself." Nathaniel
says, then walks through the path made for him by the
people moving out of his way and exits through the same
double doors.
Your heart sinks. You were not chosen by him.
You want to leave, but you see Dana has now moved over
to another group of people you do not know and she is
deep in conversation with them. The evening drags on
forever for you.
When Dana finally does come to you, asking if you
are ready to go home, you jump at the chance and start
for the door.
"Gosh, Elizabeth, don't feel bad. He might pick
you next time.", Dana attempted to console you.
"How many times did you attend the party before
you were picked?", you question Dana.
"Four times. But don't be so concerned about it.
There is to be another party next weekend. He has
already told us this. And you are to come." Dana
said.
You leaned back and relaxed for the first time
since he had made his choice. At least you were
assured of seeing him again. At least you had that.
