May 29, 2025 • 21 mins
It's Your Choice!
Welcome to Choose, the erotica podcast where you direct the pleasure. A mysterious key arrives, inviting a recently divorced woman to the House – a place of unimaginable luxury and consequence-free exploration, hers from sundown to sunup.
This Episode's Choice:
In this episode you experience an erotic dance at a masked ball with the Master of the house. When you exit the dance floor, you are given the choice of more masks. Masks that lead to... Well, that's a choice for next week! For now, why don' you listen, immerse yourself in the current choice, and enjoy the sensuality and passion it brings.
When the episode is over don't forget to vote for what happens in the next episode. You can vote for the story we produce in the next episode at choosemypleasure.vote. It's free to vote!
This Season's Story:
This season of Choose is titled The House and written by best-selling erotic romance author Cassie Alexander. You can find out more about Cassie here.
Want to read the book version of season one's choices? You can find it here!
More Passionate Stories For You:
And don't forget to check out our host's erotica podcast. It's hotter than a Summer beach! Roxy's Erotic Whispers.
Welcome to Choose, the erotica podcast where you direct the pleasure. A mysterious key arrives, inviting a recently divorced woman to the House – a place of unimaginable luxury and consequence-free exploration, hers from sundown to sunup.
This Episode's Choice:
In this episode you experience an erotic dance at a masked ball with the Master of the house. When you exit the dance floor, you are given the choice of more masks. Masks that lead to... Well, that's a choice for next week! For now, why don' you listen, immerse yourself in the current choice, and enjoy the sensuality and passion it brings.
When the episode is over don't forget to vote for what happens in the next episode. You can vote for the story we produce in the next episode at choosemypleasure.vote. It's free to vote!
This Season's Story:
This season of Choose is titled The House and written by best-selling erotic romance author Cassie Alexander. You can find out more about Cassie here.
Want to read the book version of season one's choices? You can find it here!
More Passionate Stories For You:
And don't forget to check out our host's erotica podcast. It's hotter than a Summer beach! Roxy's Erotic Whispers.
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Speaker 1 (00:02):
Hello, my lovelies, and welcome to Choose, the podcast where
you get to choose what happens next. Every episode ends
with you deciding what happens next to our lovely and
beautiful main character. This season is based on the novel
House by the amazing writer Cassie Alexander. And before we begin,
(00:27):
I should note that this podcast is intended for adult listeners.
Enough of that, however, but now dig in so you
can choose.
Speaker 2 (00:41):
You shake your head listening, I'm not ready for this.
You watch the butler's eyebrows rise, Mistress.
Speaker 3 (00:49):
I beg to differ. You were made for this. The
Master brought you here, didn't he?
Speaker 2 (00:55):
Maybe he did? But who is he? How would he
even know me, much less know what's better? The butler
spreads his elegant, gloved hands.
Speaker 3 (01:04):
I cannot say, and yet here you are, and I
know he does.
Speaker 2 (01:09):
You frowned, But it's hard to fight him, especially since
you're not ready to leave the house just yet, not
while the key still swings on your wrist and the
place is still yours. I want to meet him. Maybe
you will, or maybe you won't.
Speaker 3 (01:25):
He's a very busy man, orchestrating all of this for you,
But why me, mistress?
Speaker 2 (01:33):
He takes your shoulders gently in his hands.
Speaker 3 (01:36):
Why not you?
Speaker 2 (01:38):
It occurs to you that the butler must be a
very patient man, and that he probably doesn't get paid
enough for all of this. He snort, and he smiles.
Speaker 3 (01:48):
Back to the main hallway. Or would you like to
try this fetching gray door.
Speaker 2 (01:52):
He has enough of a smile you know it's a
tease the hallway please, of course, mistress. He steps back
and gestures to one side, and you see a door
that you hadn't seen before.
Speaker 3 (02:05):
Back to the main hall.
Speaker 2 (02:07):
He leads you there via a dimly lit passageway, and
walking down the hall, you see a door you hadn't
seen before. It's colors eggshell blue, matching the sky of
the nearest painting perfectly. You walk to it and lean close.
The butler follows you and watches you listen. You can't
hear a thing that might be frightening, except for the
(02:28):
fact that the door's the color of an expensively wrapped
birthday present. What's inside here, wonders You don't hesitate and
use your key on the door and enter into what,
at first glass looks like a closet. Stepping into it
and throw a rack of clothing, like you're returning home
from Narnia. And as you do, you startle a group
(02:49):
of older women standing around on the other side. They're
all dressed in regular clothing and very excited to see you.
You're here at last. She clapped her hands about time. Shush,
she's been out and about having a very good time,
haven't you. She gives you a knowing look. You flush
(03:10):
from head to toe, and the women laugh. The third
one takes your elbow. Come, come, time to choose. Choose what.
She pulls you toward a wall. Choose who you want
to be? She points up. Hung over the wall are
six different ornate masks, set with jet and colored gemstones, wolf, dough, lion, horse,
(03:33):
and one set with polished seashells, all of them exquisite.
Well which one you lift up? The dough mask. It's
not as fancy as the others, but it has an
unearthly shine because you realize as you pick it up
it's inlaid with topaths of every shade, mosaiced out into
the semblance of a female deer. The word behind it
(03:56):
is extraordinary. You feel like if you put it on
you might never take it off. Turning to the mirror,
you raise it to your face. It covers you fore
head to chin, but it isn't claustrophobic, and you tie
the ties behind your head without thinking, ooh, that one's fine.
The first woman pauses to appreciate your choice before heading
(04:19):
towards the shoe rack. I love this one's dress. Just
hang on. The dress is new good without these, She
holds up garters and stockings. She pulls off your robe
before you can complain and fastens the garter belt around
your waist, then kneels to assist you with the hoosiery.
They have cuban seams, black lines that fall up the
(04:39):
back of your legs, which she's evened out expertly. Just
as the second woman returns, she's holding a light brown
dress up that's so swingy it looks like a wave.
It's perfectly form fitting, you know, because they're pulling it
on you, even over the mask. But as soon as
it reaches your waist, it flares out, swinging in all
directions down to your knee. You spin because it's the
(05:02):
kind of dress that requires spinning in The skirt flares,
showing off your hose's seam. The first woman reappears shoes.
They're brown, but they're just as bejeweled as your mask.
You let her slide them onto your feet, and even
though everything is brown, you feel a little bit like
Dorsy and a lot like Cinderella. They're comfortable. You feel
(05:23):
like you could dance in them all night, and you say, so,
that's very convenient. She pulls loose strands of your hair back,
tucking them in with a golden pin. Treat the master nicely,
will you? And tell him? We say? Hi? Wait?
Speaker 1 (05:39):
What?
Speaker 2 (05:40):
The third shushing her and propelling you towards a door
with a leaping stag carved onto it. You look back
at them. Their smiling faces betray nothing, and you get
the feeling they won't tell you anymore, so you reach
for your key behind the door. There's a long tunnel,
which gives too much time to think. It makes sense
that there's a master here where, but you hadn't planned
(06:01):
on meeting him. If you do see him, what will
you say? These things you can think of would be awkward.
He knows what you're doing here, he must, of course,
since he planned it all for you, But you're not
sure you could publicly thank him. For it, or privately
for that matter. There's another door at the tunnel's end,
and you can hear music playing behind it, still wondering
(06:21):
what you'd say or do you push it open? The
tunnels brought you to a place that only movies have
prepared you for. You're clearly at the edges of a
masked ball. Massive chandeliers hang overhead, and there's a small
orchestra playing music at the edge of a wide parquet
dance floor. Everyone there has a full mask on, just
like you, although everyone's masks and outfits are different. There's
(06:44):
a woman with a tiger mask and an orange Marie
Antoine head dress like she's Queen of the French Tigers.
A man is all dressed in black and wears a
mask with a green dragon's face and curving red horns.
No one matches, and everyone is on the dance floor
where people meet, dance and part again according to the song,
(07:04):
How would you know the master even if you did
see him? You must admit now, let those women put
the thought in your head. You are curious looking around.
You see there's no one else here dressed as you are,
and your dress is one of the simpler ones, although
if your mask shines like your shoes, do you know
that you are glowing? A man in a raven mask
puts his hand out to you and you take it,
(07:26):
letting him pull you out to the dance floor. There's
a fine edge of feathers around his neck, which tickle
up under your mask as he pulls you near. He's
an expert dancer, easy to follow, which is good because
you don't recognize the song. You're just about to ask
him if he's the master when he stops dancing, separating
from you to bow low. The music stop too, but
(07:49):
you didn't feel the song, and you feel a tap
on your shoulder and turn. A man stands there. He's
taller than you are, and made taller still by his
mask of a stack with a full rack of horns.
All of his mask glitters in the light, covered in
topaz and diamonds right out to the horn's gold gilded tips.
(08:10):
The rest of his clothing is old fashioned, a fluttering
collar revealing a collarbone, and breeches tucked into what you
can only assume are deerskin boots. Saying nothing, he bows
and you bow to him in turn. You realize the
entire room's gone still and silent, watching you both. This
then you realize is the master. By an unseen cue,
(08:33):
the music begins playing again, and the stag mask man
holds his hand out to you, asking you to dance
with him. You take his hand and dinctively step inside
the circle of his arms. The mask is saving you
from the flush of embarrassment tinting your cheeks, and from
the obligation of speaking. He's willing to lead. All you
have to do is follow. He moves so smoothly you
(08:57):
know that even if you misstep, no one will know.
Your skirt flares out as you both turn, slapping against
both your legs like it's trying to pull him nearer
to you. This is different from other paths you've traveled here.
His arms are strong as they guide you around the
dance floor, but everything feels oddly chaste, which wasn't how
(09:18):
you expected the Master of the House to be at all.
He moves you through the space that other couples make,
taking you all over the dance floor. As the song
you're dancing tube begins to wind down, it has a
seductive refrain, which echoes, giving him an excuse to pull
you close. You run a hand up his back to
hold on as he dips you low, three times, spinning
(09:40):
before each making you dizzy in a very good way.
Then he sets you right again, holding on to you
as the music ends, until he's sure you've found your feet,
Looking down into your eyes through the holes in his
glorious mask underneath your hand, his chest rises and falls,
betray the effort it requires to look effortless. That's your moment,
(10:02):
your chance to say something to him that only he
can hear. You pause, trying to think of what to say,
but words escape you. He separates from you and gives
you another bow before standing and walking away. The man
who's planned all of this for you, for reasons you
can't even begin to comprehend. And all he wanted was
(10:22):
one solitary dance. The music starts again, and the crowds
merge and begin to choose dancing partners despite the height
of his mask. If he don't act soon, he'll be
out of the room. And what then You run after him,
pushing through people, glittering heels clattering on the wooden floor.
You can't even call after him, to tell him to wait.
That just feels like it would be too much, But
(10:45):
you catch up to him and reach out for his
arm just before he's about to step off the floor.
He pauses at this and looks down at your hand
before turning in looking at you. Actions speak louder than
words here, but with the music and your masks on,
you let your hands slide down his forearm to his
hand and pull him gently to you, back to the
(11:06):
dance floor. He pauses, then takes a step and another
until he's right beside you. You position your arms like
they were when he held you earlier, and he fits
near you once again. This time, the dancing doesn't stop,
and you both were gaining the floor, so while the
song is slower, he has to avoid the other couples.
(11:28):
His hand is at your waist and hips then back
his feet, guiding you both, always keeping you close. He
smells lightly of sweat and of soap, and the shirt
he's wearing is thin enough for you to feel his
muscles underneath it. You tilt your head so that you
can rest it on his chest. As the song slows,
and imagine you can hear his heart beating. One of
(11:48):
his hands travels up your back to press you into him.
The great mask above bows and you can look up
and see that his eyes are closed contentedly. Does he
know what you look like underneath this mask? Does he
know what this Knight's explorations have done for you, have
meant to you. Your whole world's been turned upside down
(12:09):
and changed, all because of him. When the song ends,
you don't let him go. Your eyes open in surprise,
but he only tries to release you for a fraction
of a second before gathering your intent, as if the
musicians are sensing your mood. The new song is even slower.
It's beat more deliberate. You don't know any of these
(12:30):
other people when they don't know you, They can't even
see you, not with a mask on, but you feel
like you know him, having walked through so many of
his doors. You raise your arms up and loot them
around his neck, pressing your entire body close. His hands
are hesitant at first, unwilling to take advantage of you,
(12:51):
but when his dark eyes meet your serious gaze, they
stroke down from your ribs to your hips and pull
you closer. As he takes you, traveling and wide circles,
speaking seams of our boaton. No one else is, and
besides you, no longer want to talk. You let your
hands travel up his neck, running your fingernails on his
(13:12):
scalp in between his mask ties, and he reacts, hands tightening.
The music thrumbs, and you grind yourself into him. He
reacts to that too. You can feel his erections start
to swell inside his breeches. You sink your hands down
his back, tracing nails down his shirt until you've got
your hands on his hips too, and you pull him
(13:33):
closer as you rise up on your toes, curve him,
yourself up against him. You didn't know what you were
going to do until just now, but now that you've
thought of it, there's no turning back. You raise up
a leg and loop it around him. His nearest hand
grabs your hip to pivot you in time with a song,
then slides lushievisually up your thigh. You do nothing to
(13:55):
discourage him as he takes your ass in hand, and
then you're both standing there, your half wound around him,
with your glittering shoes pressed hip to hip. You listen
to him, breathe, your own breath sounding loud inside your mask.
The dance floor has narrowed down. There are other couples
on it, but they hardly matter for both of you.
(14:16):
It is just you too. It'd be willing to follow
him off the dance floor if he pulled you there.
You're hoping that he will, and you're so glad you
just have a garter belt on underneath. But instead his
hands find your hips again and he's pulling you out.
Your other leg swings up naturally, and suddenly his entire
torso is between your thighs. You lock your feet behind
(14:37):
him as he dips you again, skirt fluttering down. When
you're done with a dip, he doesn't let go. You
don't want him to. You pull your skirt up, exposing
the seams of your lovely thigh high hose, and then
reach down between your own legs to his pants. At
feeling your hand on him, even through fabric, he gasps,
(14:58):
the first noise either of you has made in the
presence of the other, and that seals it. You unfasten
his breeches and reach in to find him firm and aching,
and before you can think about it what it means
to get fucked here by him with so many other
people in the room, You've canted your hips and set
him in a position outside your pussy. And he's slowly
sliding in. Your legs tighten as you feel him enter you,
(15:21):
and your hands reach for his shoulders, holding yourself up
and holding on as his strong arms sink you. You
make a small sound as he slides home, feeling you
completely like this was how you were meant to be.
Dancing's forgotten. This is the only thing that matters, this
point of honest, unmassed contact between you two. He moves
(15:44):
you on and off of him, your flowing skirt hiding
the penetration happening underneath. Anyone dancing nearby would know, but
they don't matter, not like he does, not like you do,
his hands criddling your ass, picking you up, settling you
back down, on and off of his cock in time
with the band. You can't touch yourself because you don't
(16:05):
want to let go, but also because you like being
taken and helpless. You close your eyes and fold in,
giving in to sensations, feeling him inside of you, the
louder rhythm of the music, the speeding breath of his chest.
It doesn't matter what anyone else can see. They don't
know you. They just know you're getting fucked by him.
(16:26):
The thought frees you to moan, and as you do so,
he speeds up. You cling tighter to him, your skirts
swaying with each of his thrusts, and you moan again.
His breath is coming faster now, and inside his mask
you know his jaws dropped. He's not only pulling you
on and off of him, but he's swaying to thrust more, too,
filling new places inside of you with his cock. Your
(16:49):
hands tightened at his shoulders, holding on for the ride,
breath catching with each stroke. You're not going to come,
but you don't care, because it feels so good to
make him lose control. That may be the house's master,
but you're the one who's mounted him. You start to
make high pitched sounds, and he growls inside his mask.
His hand's almost ruising you. You feel his cock inside
(17:11):
you stiff and harder, and as the music reaches a crescendo,
he grinds you into him, your hips bound by his hands,
you both swaying as he thrusts like you are still dancing,
as he loses himself inside of you with a long
guttural groan. Still transfixed, you hold on, eyes closed as
you relax against his chest. He's panting but keeps you
(17:34):
in place, holding you more gently. Now it's his turn
to wait until he's not dizzy, and then he carefully
pulls you up, and his cock slides out of you,
and wetness gushes between your legs. Reaching down, you set
him back into his pants again, leaving the fastening of
his pants undone. You sit one leg down and then
(17:55):
the other, and as your skirt falls into place, standing
feels brand new. The other couple still circle the dance
floor willfully, ignorant of what just went on. His chest
is still heaving as he looks down at you. You
smile up at him, then realize he can't see it,
so you lift up the hem of your skirt and
curtsey low. He steps back and bows regally to you,
(18:19):
equally solemn, and then you walk off the dance floor alone,
heading to a door in the back. You don't know
where you're going, but you don't care. You just need
to take it all in. The door opens into another bathroom.
You dis robe and shower, quickly cleaning yourself up, wrapping
yourself up in a robe, and you take your mask
(18:40):
with you As you open the bathroom's other locked door
with your key. It somehow leads to the same racks
of clothing. You push through again, and the women are
still there. They're grinning wider this time, though, like they
know things you don't. You're back, How was it? Don't
tell me, I'd be too jealous. She takes your mask
(19:00):
from you and puts it back up on the wall.
Ready to go again. She points at the wall of masks. Decisions,
decisions you reach for. The choice is now yours. Vote
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(19:25):
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(19:47):
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Hello, my lovelies, and welcome to Choose, the podcast where
you get to choose what happens next. Every episode ends
with you deciding what happens next to our lovely and
beautiful main character. This season is based on the novel
House by the amazing writer Cassie Alexander. And before we begin,
(00:27):
I should note that this podcast is intended for adult listeners.
Enough of that, however, but now dig in so you
can choose.
Speaker 2 (00:41):
You shake your head listening, I'm not ready for this.
You watch the butler's eyebrows rise, Mistress.
Speaker 3 (00:49):
I beg to differ. You were made for this. The
Master brought you here, didn't he?
Speaker 2 (00:55):
Maybe he did? But who is he? How would he
even know me, much less know what's better? The butler
spreads his elegant, gloved hands.
Speaker 3 (01:04):
I cannot say, and yet here you are, and I
know he does.
Speaker 2 (01:09):
You frowned, But it's hard to fight him, especially since
you're not ready to leave the house just yet, not
while the key still swings on your wrist and the
place is still yours. I want to meet him. Maybe
you will, or maybe you won't.
Speaker 3 (01:25):
He's a very busy man, orchestrating all of this for you,
But why me, mistress?
Speaker 2 (01:33):
He takes your shoulders gently in his hands.
Speaker 3 (01:36):
Why not you?
Speaker 2 (01:38):
It occurs to you that the butler must be a
very patient man, and that he probably doesn't get paid
enough for all of this. He snort, and he smiles.
Speaker 3 (01:48):
Back to the main hallway. Or would you like to
try this fetching gray door.
Speaker 2 (01:52):
He has enough of a smile you know it's a
tease the hallway please, of course, mistress. He steps back
and gestures to one side, and you see a door
that you hadn't seen before.
Speaker 3 (02:05):
Back to the main hall.
Speaker 2 (02:07):
He leads you there via a dimly lit passageway, and
walking down the hall, you see a door you hadn't
seen before. It's colors eggshell blue, matching the sky of
the nearest painting perfectly. You walk to it and lean close.
The butler follows you and watches you listen. You can't
hear a thing that might be frightening, except for the
(02:28):
fact that the door's the color of an expensively wrapped
birthday present. What's inside here, wonders You don't hesitate and
use your key on the door and enter into what,
at first glass looks like a closet. Stepping into it
and throw a rack of clothing, like you're returning home
from Narnia. And as you do, you startle a group
(02:49):
of older women standing around on the other side. They're
all dressed in regular clothing and very excited to see you.
You're here at last. She clapped her hands about time. Shush,
she's been out and about having a very good time,
haven't you. She gives you a knowing look. You flush
(03:10):
from head to toe, and the women laugh. The third
one takes your elbow. Come, come, time to choose. Choose what.
She pulls you toward a wall. Choose who you want
to be? She points up. Hung over the wall are
six different ornate masks, set with jet and colored gemstones, wolf, dough, lion, horse,
(03:33):
and one set with polished seashells, all of them exquisite.
Well which one you lift up? The dough mask. It's
not as fancy as the others, but it has an
unearthly shine because you realize as you pick it up
it's inlaid with topaths of every shade, mosaiced out into
the semblance of a female deer. The word behind it
(03:56):
is extraordinary. You feel like if you put it on
you might never take it off. Turning to the mirror,
you raise it to your face. It covers you fore
head to chin, but it isn't claustrophobic, and you tie
the ties behind your head without thinking, ooh, that one's fine.
The first woman pauses to appreciate your choice before heading
(04:19):
towards the shoe rack. I love this one's dress. Just
hang on. The dress is new good without these, She
holds up garters and stockings. She pulls off your robe
before you can complain and fastens the garter belt around
your waist, then kneels to assist you with the hoosiery.
They have cuban seams, black lines that fall up the
(04:39):
back of your legs, which she's evened out expertly. Just
as the second woman returns, she's holding a light brown
dress up that's so swingy it looks like a wave.
It's perfectly form fitting, you know, because they're pulling it
on you, even over the mask. But as soon as
it reaches your waist, it flares out, swinging in all
directions down to your knee. You spin because it's the
(05:02):
kind of dress that requires spinning in The skirt flares,
showing off your hose's seam. The first woman reappears shoes.
They're brown, but they're just as bejeweled as your mask.
You let her slide them onto your feet, and even
though everything is brown, you feel a little bit like
Dorsy and a lot like Cinderella. They're comfortable. You feel
(05:23):
like you could dance in them all night, and you say, so,
that's very convenient. She pulls loose strands of your hair back,
tucking them in with a golden pin. Treat the master nicely,
will you? And tell him? We say? Hi? Wait?
Speaker 1 (05:39):
What?
Speaker 2 (05:40):
The third shushing her and propelling you towards a door
with a leaping stag carved onto it. You look back
at them. Their smiling faces betray nothing, and you get
the feeling they won't tell you anymore, so you reach
for your key behind the door. There's a long tunnel,
which gives too much time to think. It makes sense
that there's a master here where, but you hadn't planned
(06:01):
on meeting him. If you do see him, what will
you say? These things you can think of would be awkward.
He knows what you're doing here, he must, of course,
since he planned it all for you, But you're not
sure you could publicly thank him. For it, or privately
for that matter. There's another door at the tunnel's end,
and you can hear music playing behind it, still wondering
(06:21):
what you'd say or do you push it open? The
tunnels brought you to a place that only movies have
prepared you for. You're clearly at the edges of a
masked ball. Massive chandeliers hang overhead, and there's a small
orchestra playing music at the edge of a wide parquet
dance floor. Everyone there has a full mask on, just
like you, although everyone's masks and outfits are different. There's
(06:44):
a woman with a tiger mask and an orange Marie
Antoine head dress like she's Queen of the French Tigers.
A man is all dressed in black and wears a
mask with a green dragon's face and curving red horns.
No one matches, and everyone is on the dance floor
where people meet, dance and part again according to the song,
(07:04):
How would you know the master even if you did
see him? You must admit now, let those women put
the thought in your head. You are curious looking around.
You see there's no one else here dressed as you are,
and your dress is one of the simpler ones, although
if your mask shines like your shoes, do you know
that you are glowing? A man in a raven mask
puts his hand out to you and you take it,
(07:26):
letting him pull you out to the dance floor. There's
a fine edge of feathers around his neck, which tickle
up under your mask as he pulls you near. He's
an expert dancer, easy to follow, which is good because
you don't recognize the song. You're just about to ask
him if he's the master when he stops dancing, separating
from you to bow low. The music stop too, but
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you didn't feel the song, and you feel a tap
on your shoulder and turn. A man stands there. He's
taller than you are, and made taller still by his
mask of a stack with a full rack of horns.
All of his mask glitters in the light, covered in
topaz and diamonds right out to the horn's gold gilded tips.
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The rest of his clothing is old fashioned, a fluttering
collar revealing a collarbone, and breeches tucked into what you
can only assume are deerskin boots. Saying nothing, he bows
and you bow to him in turn. You realize the
entire room's gone still and silent, watching you both. This
then you realize is the master. By an unseen cue,
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the music begins playing again, and the stag mask man
holds his hand out to you, asking you to dance
with him. You take his hand and dinctively step inside
the circle of his arms. The mask is saving you
from the flush of embarrassment tinting your cheeks, and from
the obligation of speaking. He's willing to lead. All you
have to do is follow. He moves so smoothly you
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know that even if you misstep, no one will know.
Your skirt flares out as you both turn, slapping against
both your legs like it's trying to pull him nearer
to you. This is different from other paths you've traveled here.
His arms are strong as they guide you around the
dance floor, but everything feels oddly chaste, which wasn't how
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you expected the Master of the House to be at all.
He moves you through the space that other couples make,
taking you all over the dance floor. As the song
you're dancing tube begins to wind down, it has a
seductive refrain, which echoes, giving him an excuse to pull
you close. You run a hand up his back to
hold on as he dips you low, three times, spinning
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before each making you dizzy in a very good way.
Then he sets you right again, holding on to you
as the music ends, until he's sure you've found your feet,
Looking down into your eyes through the holes in his
glorious mask underneath your hand, his chest rises and falls,
betray the effort it requires to look effortless. That's your moment,
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your chance to say something to him that only he
can hear. You pause, trying to think of what to say,
but words escape you. He separates from you and gives
you another bow before standing and walking away. The man
who's planned all of this for you, for reasons you
can't even begin to comprehend. And all he wanted was
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one solitary dance. The music starts again, and the crowds
merge and begin to choose dancing partners despite the height
of his mask. If he don't act soon, he'll be
out of the room. And what then You run after him,
pushing through people, glittering heels clattering on the wooden floor.
You can't even call after him, to tell him to wait.
That just feels like it would be too much, But
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you catch up to him and reach out for his
arm just before he's about to step off the floor.
He pauses at this and looks down at your hand
before turning in looking at you. Actions speak louder than
words here, but with the music and your masks on,
you let your hands slide down his forearm to his
hand and pull him gently to you, back to the
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dance floor. He pauses, then takes a step and another
until he's right beside you. You position your arms like
they were when he held you earlier, and he fits
near you once again. This time, the dancing doesn't stop,
and you both were gaining the floor, so while the
song is slower, he has to avoid the other couples.
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His hand is at your waist and hips then back
his feet, guiding you both, always keeping you close. He
smells lightly of sweat and of soap, and the shirt
he's wearing is thin enough for you to feel his
muscles underneath it. You tilt your head so that you
can rest it on his chest. As the song slows,
and imagine you can hear his heart beating. One of
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his hands travels up your back to press you into him.
The great mask above bows and you can look up
and see that his eyes are closed contentedly. Does he
know what you look like underneath this mask? Does he
know what this Knight's explorations have done for you, have
meant to you. Your whole world's been turned upside down
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and changed, all because of him. When the song ends,
you don't let him go. Your eyes open in surprise,
but he only tries to release you for a fraction
of a second before gathering your intent, as if the
musicians are sensing your mood. The new song is even slower.
It's beat more deliberate. You don't know any of these
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other people when they don't know you, They can't even
see you, not with a mask on, but you feel
like you know him, having walked through so many of
his doors. You raise your arms up and loot them
around his neck, pressing your entire body close. His hands
are hesitant at first, unwilling to take advantage of you,
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but when his dark eyes meet your serious gaze, they
stroke down from your ribs to your hips and pull
you closer. As he takes you, traveling and wide circles,
speaking seams of our boaton. No one else is, and
besides you, no longer want to talk. You let your
hands travel up his neck, running your fingernails on his
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scalp in between his mask ties, and he reacts, hands tightening.
The music thrumbs, and you grind yourself into him. He
reacts to that too. You can feel his erections start
to swell inside his breeches. You sink your hands down
his back, tracing nails down his shirt until you've got
your hands on his hips too, and you pull him
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closer as you rise up on your toes, curve him,
yourself up against him. You didn't know what you were
going to do until just now, but now that you've
thought of it, there's no turning back. You raise up
a leg and loop it around him. His nearest hand
grabs your hip to pivot you in time with a song,
then slides lushievisually up your thigh. You do nothing to
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discourage him as he takes your ass in hand, and
then you're both standing there, your half wound around him,
with your glittering shoes pressed hip to hip. You listen
to him, breathe, your own breath sounding loud inside your mask.
The dance floor has narrowed down. There are other couples
on it, but they hardly matter for both of you.
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It is just you too. It'd be willing to follow
him off the dance floor if he pulled you there.
You're hoping that he will, and you're so glad you
just have a garter belt on underneath. But instead his
hands find your hips again and he's pulling you out.
Your other leg swings up naturally, and suddenly his entire
torso is between your thighs. You lock your feet behind
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him as he dips you again, skirt fluttering down. When
you're done with a dip, he doesn't let go. You
don't want him to. You pull your skirt up, exposing
the seams of your lovely thigh high hose, and then
reach down between your own legs to his pants. At
feeling your hand on him, even through fabric, he gasps,
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the first noise either of you has made in the
presence of the other, and that seals it. You unfasten
his breeches and reach in to find him firm and aching,
and before you can think about it what it means
to get fucked here by him with so many other
people in the room, You've canted your hips and set
him in a position outside your pussy. And he's slowly
sliding in. Your legs tighten as you feel him enter you,
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and your hands reach for his shoulders, holding yourself up
and holding on as his strong arms sink you. You
make a small sound as he slides home, feeling you
completely like this was how you were meant to be.
Dancing's forgotten. This is the only thing that matters, this
point of honest, unmassed contact between you two. He moves
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you on and off of him, your flowing skirt hiding
the penetration happening underneath. Anyone dancing nearby would know, but
they don't matter, not like he does, not like you do,
his hands criddling your ass, picking you up, settling you
back down, on and off of his cock in time
with the band. You can't touch yourself because you don't
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want to let go, but also because you like being
taken and helpless. You close your eyes and fold in,
giving in to sensations, feeling him inside of you, the
louder rhythm of the music, the speeding breath of his chest.
It doesn't matter what anyone else can see. They don't
know you. They just know you're getting fucked by him.
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The thought frees you to moan, and as you do so,
he speeds up. You cling tighter to him, your skirts
swaying with each of his thrusts, and you moan again.
His breath is coming faster now, and inside his mask
you know his jaws dropped. He's not only pulling you
on and off of him, but he's swaying to thrust more, too,
filling new places inside of you with his cock. Your
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hands tightened at his shoulders, holding on for the ride,
breath catching with each stroke. You're not going to come,
but you don't care, because it feels so good to
make him lose control. That may be the house's master,
but you're the one who's mounted him. You start to
make high pitched sounds, and he growls inside his mask.
His hand's almost ruising you. You feel his cock inside
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you stiff and harder, and as the music reaches a crescendo,
he grinds you into him, your hips bound by his hands,
you both swaying as he thrusts like you are still dancing,
as he loses himself inside of you with a long
guttural groan. Still transfixed, you hold on, eyes closed as
you relax against his chest. He's panting but keeps you
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in place, holding you more gently. Now it's his turn
to wait until he's not dizzy, and then he carefully
pulls you up, and his cock slides out of you,
and wetness gushes between your legs. Reaching down, you set
him back into his pants again, leaving the fastening of
his pants undone. You sit one leg down and then
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the other, and as your skirt falls into place, standing
feels brand new. The other couple still circle the dance
floor willfully, ignorant of what just went on. His chest
is still heaving as he looks down at you. You
smile up at him, then realize he can't see it,
so you lift up the hem of your skirt and
curtsey low. He steps back and bows regally to you,
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equally solemn, and then you walk off the dance floor alone,
heading to a door in the back. You don't know
where you're going, but you don't care. You just need
to take it all in. The door opens into another bathroom.
You dis robe and shower, quickly cleaning yourself up, wrapping
yourself up in a robe, and you take your mask
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with you As you open the bathroom's other locked door
with your key. It somehow leads to the same racks
of clothing. You push through again, and the women are
still there. They're grinning wider this time, though, like they
know things you don't. You're back, How was it? Don't
tell me, I'd be too jealous. She takes your mask
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from you and puts it back up on the wall.
Ready to go again. She points at the wall of masks. Decisions,
decisions you reach for. The choice is now yours. Vote
for what happens next on Choose My Pleasure dot vote.
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glimmer behind a rack of clothing. Peeking through, you discover
it's a hidden silver tour. Do you try to open it?
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