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The Masquerade 4
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The Masquerade 4 Part Four I fought the extreme urge to bite newly painted tiers as I gripped the dust cover and slowly teased it off the dress form to reveal the handmade masterpiece beneath. The medieval gown, was absolutely stunning on the dress form and I knew that on my body it would look even better! I began to undo the laces and the corset that held it snug upon the form. Once it was free I donned it and began to slowly, lovingly wrap it about sinful dips and swells. The laces were drawn taut over my trim navel, closing the corset about my figure. Corralling it, highlighting my curves. That curvaceous hourglass figure now outlined in exquisite silk, satin, and velvet. Nimble fingers affixed and adjusted the tight bodice. My girls were draw together, pushed up, almost jutting forth from their prison of fabric. At the right angle that white lace bra could give a teasing glimpse, yet nothing more. My shoulders laid bare, my collar bones, the the hollow at my neck clearly seen do to the gowns design. Once the laces were drawn tight, my hands skimmed down over my body. Smoothing out the fabric against the naked flesh beneath. A soft, sensual purr rumbled deep in my throat as I felt the kiss of divine, high quality silk upon my flesh! The skirts were adjusted, fluffed out, and I moved back to my seat, a foot placed upon it, hands moving to grasp my ankle, and work there way up over a very long, toned, shapely leg. Drawing the silk stocking over the toned limb, and adjusting the thick lace band at the top of my thigh. I tended to my other leg and then shifted, moving to sit down and put on my heels. Once more another purchase made just for this evening. Something not run of the mill... something utterly scandalous! They would be hidden beneath the skirts of the gown, and would peek out here and there when I moved. The heel a stately six inches, which would make me just under six feet in height. The color a deep, vivid, sensual red. I'd nicknamed it fuck me against the wall, because they were not the kind of shoe you saw in high society, and well I did not give a farthing about that. They suited me, even if I rarely wore heels, and they clashed with the gown I had made. Were silk slippers would have been fitting I chose to go off the<b> bloody </font></b>deep end, and no one would be the wiser, unless they were paying attention! A glance was cast to the clock, time was ticking down and a sudden surge of energy rolled through me. An adrenaline rush that made my heart pound and my fair skin flush. I moved to take up the necklace I wanted to wear. Something ancient looking, and pricey, something that I had found in my shopping jaunts in one of those hole in the wall secondhand stores some never give a second glance to. Something that had been hidden, tucked away in a cluster fuck of costume jewelry. It had been tarnished and neglected for far too long and I have purchased it on a whim. A diamond in the rough. I brought it home and cleaned it, only to find it was rather valuable, once I took it to a jeweler and had it appraised. Now as I fastened it about the slender column of my throat, I smiled to see the beauty that had been hidden from others eyes allowing me to stumble upon it and make it mine. The kiss of cool gold against my heated flesh sent a delicious chill down my spine as the heavy jewel laid to rest just beneath the hollow of my throat. The main stone a ruby, and dotted along the chain in their settings lay emeralds, onyx, and more rubies. Someone mistook it for costume jewelry, where I had seen it for what it was. The mask was picked up and set upon my painted visage. Masking my identity even more. Pewter drop earrings with small pearls adorned my ears. I gathered the few things I needed, such as my keys and slid them into the hidden pocket I had sown into the gown. A smile graced painted lips as I moved to the full length mirror and looked myself over. The sleeves to the gown encased my arms until they hit the elbow and then they flared out just like in olden days, and I did like the look. Reaching up I pulled the pins that held my long, dark mane in place. Setting thigh length strands free to spill over my backside. From the front they had been woven and braided with the strands of tiny strung jewels, and pinned back. I was done, ready to go and there was still time before my ride got here. I picked up my glass and moved to refill it. Drink in hand I went out to the living room and began to pace slowly. Listening to the whisper of silk, satin, and velvet arise from my movements. The drapes on the large bay window were open and the light on the lawn was on as night fell. Thirty minutes and counting. ~~~~~~~~ to be continued  |
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I'll try not to take to long *Smiles* Thank you for the comment, it lets me know my writing it worth the time! So glad you are enjoying it.
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