The Masked Ball

Mara gazes around the room sipping from her drink, watching all the guests in their finery, identities hidden behind opulent masks. She herself is dressed in deep red, her long legs trailed behind by the long dress, her blond hair tied up in a complex bun. Low cut dresses try and contain cleavage, each one in made of expansive silk and long flowing skirts, long legs accentuated by long slits, each one showing off the decadence behind the mask, each one hidden and hoping for arousal later. A thrum of excitement in the room, as the guests mingle and flirt, drink flowing and tease each other. Her attention turns to the staff offering drinks, each one helplessly bound, wearing nothing but a leather harness tightly gripping their body, accentuating the breasts and other assets. She watches them hobble about chained, tall heels clacking as they try and keep drinks balanced on trays, they occasionally moan around large ball gags as they are groped by the guests teasing them until excitement flush their cheeks, masks also hiding their identities, just another ornament to be enjoyed, enslaved for the entertainment of the guests. She smiles watching a petite redhead struggling to keep balanced, may be worth trading for her after the raffle, her thoughts are interrupted by the sound of smashed glass.

Looking around she sees another of the staff having failed to keep the glasses balanced, the nobles next to her clearly having caused the problem giggling as masked guards grab her. They drag her squirming to a device at the edge of the room, hands pulled up above her head and she is hoisted onto her toes, high heels scuffing on the floor as she trys to keep some balance. The guards to grope her, eliciting moans from her as she has no choice, a plug is pushed into her ass as further punishment as they force her into a stare of excitement, leaving her alone once she can barely contain herself. She is left to dangle with the other failed staff members all helplessly moaning in arousal, punished for their failure. The room continues in its merriment, drink, laughter and lust flowing freely. Mara watches feeling her excitement rising, she bites her lip in amusement, she thinks about giving the redhead a nudge to see what happens.

Before she could give the girl a nudge the time of the raffle arrives, the guests gather around the stage as all of the staff members are dragged onto it, each squirming and moaning hopelessly, the guests who entered the raffle holding sealed envelopes, watching with excitement as the winnings are arrayed before it starts. Mara strikes up a conversation with the young woman next to her as the prizes are readied, each becoming aroused as they are expertly played with the erotic moans getting louder and louder as become even more willing toys. They laugh and joke about the two blank tickets, two more tickets than prizes are available, and each blank is a forfeit for the winner aristocrat who gets it, all rights revoked until the next decadent ball. Both woman giggle with excitement at the idea, seeing another one of their number reduced to the level of the playthings they are observing. Mara smiles at the woman, hoping to soon see her striped down and paraded, the confident smile filled with a ball gag.

Guards come up behind the Hostess, they roughly grab her arms and pull them behind her handcuffs wrapped around her writs. She starts to protest, but as she opens her mouth a large ball is forced between her teeth stretching her jaw. Laughter and cheers erupt from the crowed as the party’s hostess is pulled by her hair onto the stage with the other lots. Her exquisite low cut black dress, edged in sliver is ripped from her, forcing her breasts to bounce free, a black bra and underwear framing her now exposed assets. She struggles and moans trying to keep calm, desperately trying to suppress her excitement as her helpless evening of ravishment dawns on her more and more. Guards hold her in place as the crowed eagerly watches as they grope her and molest her. She squirms helplessly as the crowed laughs ans teases her, the guards hold her in place by the hair as they slide fingers inside her, making her moan and struggle unable to hide her excitement at her own betrayal, knowing full well what will happen to her now helpless body, whimpering as the fingers are removed before she goes too far, leaving her a quivering wreck as the raffle starts.

The woman next to her is the first one to open her envelope, pulling it open to reveal the number and who she get for the evening. As she reveals a blank slip, one of only two but still a very different prize. She is quickly grabbed before she can do much, a ball gag shoved into her mouth and hands cuffed behind her back as laughter fills the room, the tipsy aristocrat is stripped of her blue silk dress, her linguine is ripped from her body, exposing her nude form as she whimpers in surprise, left in the middle of the room to finish watching the event now just another prize, a sob of shock excaping around the gag. Mara giggles and claps watching the woman, the drink getting to her a little feeling the arousal at seeing the woman dominated so efficiently. She is called forward next, smiling showing that with only one blank left there is pretty much no chance of her getting the second blank, thinking about how soon she will be toying with the redhead in one of the guest rooms. She pulls open her envelop her heart flutters as she pulls out a blank ticket, she opens her mouth to object but a gag is firmly stuffed into it, her arms pulled behind her back and her long red dress is ripped off of her along with her own lingerie exposing her quivering body. She is made to stand next to the other aristocrat, their masks replaced to show their new place, tears ruining mascara as they moan and panic at the impending fate.

Each off the staff are given out, groped and teased by the winners, Mara whimpers as she sees the redhead, her own prize getting dragged off the stage by the one who won her, it stinging as her own helpless body is made to watch. As it winds down the staff are taken to private rooms upstairs to be enjoyed, leaving the remaining guests and the helpless maidens. Dragged into one of the other rooms, full of silk, cushions and chains, two posts in the centre of the room, they are shackled to them. Quickly inhabitation slip as the guests give into the building kinks, ropes wrapping some helplessly while the more dominant enforce their will, the room fills with aroused moans as they start to enjoy the situation. Decadently enjoying each others bodies, tight bondage adding to the excitement. The two bound to posts are groped and molested helplessly brought to near orgasm time and time again, being refused released. Helplessly whimpering as they are forced to watch as the others have fun, being kept as ornaments until the party finally comes to a close, the two of them exhaustedly slumped in the chains, aroused and hopelessly moaning. Knowing that just because the party is over, they are not free, now property of the house until the next ball. The attached bondage brothel getting two free workers for a few weeks, maybe being given a chance at freedom again. Another wager, loosing gets you added to the staff at the next ball, winning likely to be just as kinky as they have little choice as excited bondage slaves.