March 27, 2025 • 18 mins
This Weeks' Choice:
Welcome to Choose, the narrative 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. In this debut episode, she enters a room with two sensual men ready to fulfill her desires. As passion builds and one man takes her deep, the choice falls to you: what do you want to do with the other man? All the options are delicious, but you can only pick one. So unleash your passionate imagination and... choose.
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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 narrative 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. In this debut episode, she enters a room with two sensual men ready to fulfill her desires. As passion builds and one man takes her deep, the choice falls to you: what do you want to do with the other man? All the options are delicious, but you can only pick one. So unleash your passionate imagination and... choose.
Voting is closed for this episodes choice, but you can still vote for the current season!
Vote for the story we produce in the next episode at choosemypleasure.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 (00:01):
So many men, so many women, on top, on your back,
on your knees, tied up, tied down on a four
poster bed against an alley wall, in your mouth, in
your pussy, in both, so many desires, so many passions.
(00:23):
I'm Roxy Callahan, and in this podcast, I have the
privilege of inviting you to choose Your first choice is
the House by Cassie Alexander.
Speaker 2 (00:40):
You are a modern woman, recently on the outside of
a rough marriage after a rougher divorce, while immersing yourself
in the business of putting your radically different life back together.
You receive a small package in the mail. Convinced that
it belongs to your rental's prior tenant and is made
that they left no forwarding address, you leave it on
(01:00):
your kitchen table for three days with good intentions to
contact the landlord after you finish unpacking and forwarding all
of your own bills. It is not until the fourth
night that you realize that it is indeed addressed to you.
You pick the package up and take it into your
living room. There's something inside that moves when you shake it,
but it doesn't feel fragile. Alone on your couch, and
(01:22):
you cut through the tape sealing the box and open
it up upside down. A key falls to the floor
at your feet, and when you flip the lidd of
the box you notice a note on fine stationary pressed inside.
The key is strung on a ribbon. It is silver,
ornate and delicate, and looks like it was meant for
a very fine jewelry box. You question just what it
(01:43):
does open and why someone would be sending.
Speaker 3 (01:45):
It to you.
Speaker 2 (01:46):
You pick the key up and set it on the
coffee table you just picked up at a thrift store
earlier in the evening. The note, like the package, is
addressed to you by name. It's on the type of
paper that you only see in movies, linen with freight edges,
so thick it's almost fabric, which seems to give the
words written on it greater weight.
Speaker 4 (02:06):
The master of the house has chosen you. This key
opens the house and all the doors inside. You will
be in complete control of all your experiences in the house,
and what you find there will exceed the heights of
your imagination. The opportunity of a lifetime awaits you. All
you need to do is bring me back my key.
Speaker 2 (02:29):
M It's hard not to think you've made a crazy choice,
but you haven't gotten a job yet, and you tell
yourself that it's a perfectly nice place to go.
Speaker 3 (02:39):
Perhaps you'll just fly up there and wander around.
Speaker 2 (02:41):
Maybe you won't even leave the airport. At least, it's
not your hometown anymore, where every corner seems overburdened with memories,
which is why, even though you doubt yourself, you're at
the airport at two pm and a nice shirt and
skirt the next day. Your tickets are first class, which
you've never flown before. The flight attendants are pleasant and
(03:02):
serve you lobster and champagne. The flight alone has earned
out your curiosity. You'll have plenty to talk about now
with new friends once you make them. It's only when
the plane begins to circle the land that you get nervous.
You have no intentions of actually visiting the house. This
trip has just been some sort of crazy lark, probably
a mix up due to your somewhat common name. You're
(03:25):
still considering staying on the plane and taking the return
flight back. When the flight attendant comes by and tells
you that your driving service is called to inform you
that your driver has arrived downstairs. You've never had a
driver take you anywhere that wasn't on a bus. Key
in one hand and return ticket in the other. You
take the stairs off the plane past baggage claim. There
(03:47):
is a beautiful woman dressed in a tailored black suit
holding a sign with your last name.
Speaker 3 (03:52):
You walk past her to see if she recognizes you.
Speaker 2 (03:55):
She does not, not until you return and come up
to her, point at the sign and say, that's it's me.
Do you have the key? Her bright red lips part
with every word. You hold it up. You've wrapped the
ribbon around your wrist and made a bracelet of it.
At the sight of the key, she smiles generously. Please
let me take you to your car. You stand nervously
(04:17):
clutching the other plane ticket as other passengers ebb and
flow around you like a tide. It's not too late
for you to turn around and go. Not even when
she pulls an expensive black car up, gets out and
holds open your door.
Speaker 3 (04:31):
You slide into the car.
Speaker 2 (04:32):
The upholstery curves to cradle you like it was sown
specially for the shape of your body, and the seatbelt
glides in a place with a well engineered click. The
car drives out of the airport and through the city,
and then soon the city is left behind. The road
undulates over rolling hills like a hen, tracing down a
woman's side. Driveways peel away at intervals, leading through elaborate
(04:55):
gates to the homes hidden behind them. These become more
infrequent in the road itself more narrow, until you realize
that you are now on a driveway of your own.
It makes several broad swoops through groves of trees and
well manicured lawns, until with a final turn, the house
appears on the horizon. It's not really a house. It's
(05:16):
a house with a capital H. It's more like a mansion.
And then some the kind of place you only see
on TV that's been changed by economic circumstances into a
museum or a wedding venue, although you would have to
invite half of the phone book not to look tiny.
On its palatial lawn, two wings stretch out on either
side of the wide driveway, like arms, welcoming you to
(05:38):
opulence and luxury. In front of you, the center of
the house has long, white columns at least three stories tall.
The car stops in the precise center, and your driver
hops out and walks around to open your door. You
look out, but then you hesitate. She gives you an
encouraging smile. She closes the door behind you once you've exited,
(06:01):
then returns to the driver's side and leaves at a
leisurely pace, leading you there in front of the house.
It is evening now, and soon the sun will set
behind you, but right now it reflects off the house's
many windows, giving the house a welcoming glow. You swallow
nervously and then walk up the short path that leads
from the driveway and the wide stairs that culminate at
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the house's front door. The double doors are twice as
tall as you are and covered in ornate carvings of
climbing roses and vines with thorns. Above the door is
a phrase carved onto a ribbon of stone. All is forgiven,
All is forgotten. The key at your wrist is too
(06:43):
small for this door, and indeed you don't even see
a lock, so you try to push the left one open.
Speaker 3 (06:48):
To your surprise, it gives.
Speaker 2 (06:52):
You enter into a grand hall with staircases descending on
either side. The floor is marble, now lit up with
the evening's light, and the ceiling is painted with playful maidens, satyrs,
and cherubs. Statues of mythological men and women are positioned
at intervals along the wall with graceful alabaster limbs. Shyly
leaning down the pickup clothing as though you've caught them
(07:14):
exiting a pool.
Speaker 3 (07:16):
You walk out to the middle and stand.
Speaker 2 (07:17):
In awe looking around the room, when you hear footsteps
begin the descent. Turning, you see a man walking down
the leftmost stair. He breaks into a smile. There is
no confusion with him. He knows who you are and
why you are there. You swallow and nod.
Speaker 3 (07:36):
Who are you?
Speaker 5 (07:37):
You've arrived.
Speaker 2 (07:39):
He reaches the landing and then walks over to you,
stopping a few feet away. He's elegantly dressed, has dark hair,
dark eyes, sharp features to match his suit. The only
thing that seems to imply his station are the black
gloves that cover both his hands.
Speaker 5 (07:54):
Do you have the key?
Speaker 3 (07:56):
You hold it up again?
Speaker 5 (07:58):
Good? It is my duty to make sure that you
understand the rules rules.
Speaker 2 (08:04):
Is this set a game or a test? He smiles
knowingly and parts his hands.
Speaker 5 (08:10):
It is whatever you make of it. Everything is up
to you and the master of the house.
Speaker 3 (08:17):
Where is he.
Speaker 5 (08:18):
I have no doubt you'll meet him in time.
Speaker 3 (08:21):
He gestures for you to follow him, and, not sure
where else to go, you do.
Speaker 5 (08:26):
The key opens all the doors in the house, except
for the front ones, which are always unlocked.
Speaker 2 (08:32):
He begins to mount the stairs, and you follow, holding
onto the gilded railings with your bare hands.
Speaker 5 (08:38):
You need not fear losing the key. No one here
wants to take it from you. In fact, he can
take it with you when you leave. Has a memento.
Speaker 3 (08:46):
You reach the top of the stairs right after he does.
Speaker 2 (08:48):
The gilded railings continue, making a hallway along one side
of the wall. Huge Renaissance paintings alternate with colored doorways.
The butler turns to watch your face as he continues speaking.
Speaker 5 (09:01):
You will have, from sundown to sun up to do
with the house and all of its servants as you will.
What do you mean, I mean that there will be
no consequences from tonight, in no record of what you
do here, except for what you take home in your
own mind.
Speaker 3 (09:17):
His lips lift in a subtle smile.
Speaker 5 (09:20):
The house is here to serve you, and I am
here to serve the house. It is three minutes until sundown.
Would you like for me to show you the first doors.
Speaker 2 (09:29):
You swing the key out into your hand. It has
a comforting way to it, like a particularly heavy charm.
It has been a long time since you've worn jewelry.
Speaker 3 (09:38):
You look at the butler and you nod.
Speaker 5 (09:41):
Some doors you may listen at first. Others are purposefully
kept as surprises. But remember you may exit any room
at any time. The house's servants will not keep you.
Speaker 2 (09:52):
He walks over to three door spaced evenly out. One
is white, one is purple, and one is gray. They
all seem to pick up and blend with the colors
of the paintings beside them. The butler glances over your
shoulder at the distant windows of the front hall.
Speaker 5 (10:08):
The sun is down. You are the mistress of the house.
Now until dawn.
Speaker 3 (10:13):
He bows deeply.
Speaker 5 (10:15):
Please listen, choose, and enjoy.
Speaker 3 (10:20):
The butler exits.
Speaker 2 (10:21):
As you step forward and put your ear to the
white door, there's the sound of a bath being drawn.
You step forward and put your ear to the purple door.
There are two men having a conversation inside. You step
forward and put your ear to the gray door. Inside
or no voices, but there's the hissing sound of rope.
Sliding over rope, you move over to the purple door.
(10:44):
There are definitely people on the other side, talking you
not politely before using your key to open the door.
No matter what the butler's told you about the house
and its servants, you don't feel right interrupting anyone. You
open the door slowly after that and find that you're
in an opulate in bedroom and that you're definitely not alone.
There are two men lying in the purple bed that
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occupies the center of the room, and they look a
little sheepish, as though you've caught them doing something because
you have. All of their hands are under the covers,
and the satin sheets have ripples and suggestive places. Sorry,
he's young. His hair is blonde, and you can see
his well muscled shoulders.
Speaker 5 (11:24):
We weren't sure. Sometimes no one picks this door.
Speaker 2 (11:28):
His skin is darker, he has a five o'clock shadow,
and as he rises up on one arm, the sheet
falls back, exposing his lean stomach and it gets lonely.
Speaker 3 (11:38):
They both nod. You know all about being lonely lately.
Speaker 2 (11:42):
If given the choice, you do not want to feel
alone again, but key notwithstanding, you also don't want to impose,
I didn't mean to interrupt.
Speaker 3 (11:52):
I can go.
Speaker 2 (11:53):
You begin making your way to step back through the
open door.
Speaker 5 (11:57):
Wait.
Speaker 2 (11:58):
The second man sits up, reaching a hand out to you.
Speaker 3 (12:01):
You pause.
Speaker 2 (12:03):
You still feel like you're walking in on them, but
both of them men are smiling.
Speaker 3 (12:07):
The darker man is slightly nearer.
Speaker 5 (12:09):
We didn't mean to scare you.
Speaker 3 (12:11):
You didn't.
Speaker 2 (12:13):
You're curious, maybe a little wary, but not scared anymore.
Speaker 5 (12:17):
Good.
Speaker 2 (12:19):
The blond man smiles at you, now, drawing his legs
up beneath him to kneel on the bed. He's naked,
as is the darker man. You realize you're jealous of them.
You wish you could be so free.
Speaker 5 (12:31):
This bed is big and the night is long. Join us,
unless you'd rather watch that is.
Speaker 2 (12:39):
The blond man leaves his hand out and you walk
over to him. The bed is on a dais in
the center of the room. You have to step up
onto it if you want to join them, and somehow
stepping onto it with clothing on does not feel right.
In a moment, you strip down and then feel a
little silly standing naked in front of two strange men.
But they seem totally at ease with themselves, which helps
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and more importantly, completely at ease with your nakedness. They
look at you, and from their erections you know they
like what they see. You slide down in between them
because it feels natural. The darker man's lips finds yours,
his five o'clock shadow tugging at your cheek, and his
lips feel like they were meant to fit. The blonde's
(13:21):
mouth finds your breast. You shiver, realizing that they're both
touching you and are going to keep touching you at
the same time.
Speaker 3 (13:30):
The kiss deepens as.
Speaker 2 (13:31):
You wind your hand up into his slightly shaggy hair,
and the blonde goes from kisses to gentle bites, his
hand on your other breast, tweaking its nipple with his
forefinger and thumb. A thigh slides up your thigh and
you're not sure whose it is, but you find it.
You don't really care. The blonde cock is by your hand,
and so you take it, firm and smooth and warm,
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and you begin to stroke him baste a tip as
he moans. The darker man kisses lower. Now a t
trail down your neck between your breasts, leaking slowly down
to your stomach. The blonde keeps kissing at your breasts,
but is interrupted by the small moans he's making. As
you stroke him, you feel in complete control of him,
and you pinch the tip of his cock lightly, making
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his breath hits. Just as the darker man's mouth dips
in between your open thighs. You moan, teasing the blonde
momentarily forgotten. The darker man's tongue links gently, at first,
more breath than pressure, as he stretches his hands up
your hips to feel what his actions make you do.
You tilt towards him, and he drags his tongue's tip
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up across you, sliding back and forth against your clip
with hot, wet pressure. You shudder bodily, like a horse
shaking off a fly, and then softly moan it doesn't
take him long to discover what works best for you,
and then he starts to tease you with that knowledge,
doing exactly what you want, and then stopping, dark eyes
(14:56):
looking up at you, gauging how long you can take
before licking certain spot again. It's like a game with him,
and it's one that he's winning, one that you're ever
so happy to lose. The blonde keeps working on your
nipples with his mouth, and you keep playing your hand
up and down his cock when you can remember to.
He thrusts softly against you, not trying to distract you
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from the other pleasures, but unable to help himself in
his need. Your breath comes in hot waves as the
darker man's tongue speeds up, his whole face pressed against you,
using his beard to its full advantage, as its roughness
makes the nerves of your dripping pussy light up. Then
he stops and pulls back, his breath as heavy as
your own.
Speaker 5 (15:38):
Is there anything else we can do for you? Mistress?
Speaker 3 (15:42):
Fuck me now?
Speaker 2 (15:43):
Your voice sounds guttural to yourself, and you don't mind.
The darker man pushes himself up with his muscle arms,
revealing the heart on that he's been lying on, the
one that eating you out has given him. He kneels
in between your legs and grabs your hips and pulls
you down the bed to him. You expect him to
be rough, but he waits for a moment before entering you,
as if to make sure you're ready. When you've never
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been as sure of anything other than this. The head
of his cock dips inside you, and his arms come
up over your shoulders as he starts his first deep slide.
You're so wet, but you're still tight. Or maybe it's
the girth of him spreading you wide. He holds himself
over you, thrusting slowly, letting you feel all of him
set onside you, before pulling out slowly again. You begin
(16:29):
to moan in time as he begins to speed up.
The blonde, who you'd forgotten in your haste to feel
this full moans at watching you get fucked. He's kneeling
now and his cock is still hard, curved up against
his washboard abs. The darker man slows and looks at
the blonde, and then looks meaningfully at you.
Speaker 5 (16:49):
Whatever you want, Mistress, will do.
Speaker 2 (16:52):
The dark Man's cock feels so delicious inside of you,
but it's hard not to be greedy when there's one
more less than an arm's length away. The choice is
now yours vote for what happens next. On choose my pleasure,
God vote. Here are your delicious choices. Do you take
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the blonde into your mouth? Do you take him into
your ass? Do you start jacking him as you get fucked?
Do you order him to play with himself. You have
five days to vote. You don't need to hold back.
Unleash your passionate choice and vote at Choose My pleasure.
Speaker 3 (17:33):
God. Vote
So many men, so many women, on top, on your back,
on your knees, tied up, tied down on a four
poster bed against an alley wall, in your mouth, in
your pussy, in both, so many desires, so many passions.
(00:23):
I'm Roxy Callahan, and in this podcast, I have the
privilege of inviting you to choose Your first choice is
the House by Cassie Alexander.
Speaker 2 (00:40):
You are a modern woman, recently on the outside of
a rough marriage after a rougher divorce, while immersing yourself
in the business of putting your radically different life back together.
You receive a small package in the mail. Convinced that
it belongs to your rental's prior tenant and is made
that they left no forwarding address, you leave it on
(01:00):
your kitchen table for three days with good intentions to
contact the landlord after you finish unpacking and forwarding all
of your own bills. It is not until the fourth
night that you realize that it is indeed addressed to you.
You pick the package up and take it into your
living room. There's something inside that moves when you shake it,
but it doesn't feel fragile. Alone on your couch, and
(01:22):
you cut through the tape sealing the box and open
it up upside down. A key falls to the floor
at your feet, and when you flip the lidd of
the box you notice a note on fine stationary pressed inside.
The key is strung on a ribbon. It is silver,
ornate and delicate, and looks like it was meant for
a very fine jewelry box. You question just what it
(01:43):
does open and why someone would be sending.
Speaker 3 (01:45):
It to you.
Speaker 2 (01:46):
You pick the key up and set it on the
coffee table you just picked up at a thrift store
earlier in the evening. The note, like the package, is
addressed to you by name. It's on the type of
paper that you only see in movies, linen with freight edges,
so thick it's almost fabric, which seems to give the
words written on it greater weight.
Speaker 4 (02:06):
The master of the house has chosen you. This key
opens the house and all the doors inside. You will
be in complete control of all your experiences in the house,
and what you find there will exceed the heights of
your imagination. The opportunity of a lifetime awaits you. All
you need to do is bring me back my key.
Speaker 2 (02:29):
M It's hard not to think you've made a crazy choice,
but you haven't gotten a job yet, and you tell
yourself that it's a perfectly nice place to go.
Speaker 3 (02:39):
Perhaps you'll just fly up there and wander around.
Speaker 2 (02:41):
Maybe you won't even leave the airport. At least, it's
not your hometown anymore, where every corner seems overburdened with memories,
which is why, even though you doubt yourself, you're at
the airport at two pm and a nice shirt and
skirt the next day. Your tickets are first class, which
you've never flown before. The flight attendants are pleasant and
(03:02):
serve you lobster and champagne. The flight alone has earned
out your curiosity. You'll have plenty to talk about now
with new friends once you make them. It's only when
the plane begins to circle the land that you get nervous.
You have no intentions of actually visiting the house. This
trip has just been some sort of crazy lark, probably
a mix up due to your somewhat common name. You're
(03:25):
still considering staying on the plane and taking the return
flight back. When the flight attendant comes by and tells
you that your driving service is called to inform you
that your driver has arrived downstairs. You've never had a
driver take you anywhere that wasn't on a bus. Key
in one hand and return ticket in the other. You
take the stairs off the plane past baggage claim. There
(03:47):
is a beautiful woman dressed in a tailored black suit
holding a sign with your last name.
Speaker 3 (03:52):
You walk past her to see if she recognizes you.
Speaker 2 (03:55):
She does not, not until you return and come up
to her, point at the sign and say, that's it's me.
Do you have the key? Her bright red lips part
with every word. You hold it up. You've wrapped the
ribbon around your wrist and made a bracelet of it.
At the sight of the key, she smiles generously. Please
let me take you to your car. You stand nervously
(04:17):
clutching the other plane ticket as other passengers ebb and
flow around you like a tide. It's not too late
for you to turn around and go. Not even when
she pulls an expensive black car up, gets out and
holds open your door.
Speaker 3 (04:31):
You slide into the car.
Speaker 2 (04:32):
The upholstery curves to cradle you like it was sown
specially for the shape of your body, and the seatbelt
glides in a place with a well engineered click. The
car drives out of the airport and through the city,
and then soon the city is left behind. The road
undulates over rolling hills like a hen, tracing down a
woman's side. Driveways peel away at intervals, leading through elaborate
(04:55):
gates to the homes hidden behind them. These become more
infrequent in the road itself more narrow, until you realize
that you are now on a driveway of your own.
It makes several broad swoops through groves of trees and
well manicured lawns, until with a final turn, the house
appears on the horizon. It's not really a house. It's
(05:16):
a house with a capital H. It's more like a mansion.
And then some the kind of place you only see
on TV that's been changed by economic circumstances into a
museum or a wedding venue, although you would have to
invite half of the phone book not to look tiny.
On its palatial lawn, two wings stretch out on either
side of the wide driveway, like arms, welcoming you to
(05:38):
opulence and luxury. In front of you, the center of
the house has long, white columns at least three stories tall.
The car stops in the precise center, and your driver
hops out and walks around to open your door. You
look out, but then you hesitate. She gives you an
encouraging smile. She closes the door behind you once you've exited,
(06:01):
then returns to the driver's side and leaves at a
leisurely pace, leading you there in front of the house.
It is evening now, and soon the sun will set
behind you, but right now it reflects off the house's
many windows, giving the house a welcoming glow. You swallow
nervously and then walk up the short path that leads
from the driveway and the wide stairs that culminate at
(06:22):
the house's front door. The double doors are twice as
tall as you are and covered in ornate carvings of
climbing roses and vines with thorns. Above the door is
a phrase carved onto a ribbon of stone. All is forgiven,
All is forgotten. The key at your wrist is too
(06:43):
small for this door, and indeed you don't even see
a lock, so you try to push the left one open.
Speaker 3 (06:48):
To your surprise, it gives.
Speaker 2 (06:52):
You enter into a grand hall with staircases descending on
either side. The floor is marble, now lit up with
the evening's light, and the ceiling is painted with playful maidens, satyrs,
and cherubs. Statues of mythological men and women are positioned
at intervals along the wall with graceful alabaster limbs. Shyly
leaning down the pickup clothing as though you've caught them
(07:14):
exiting a pool.
Speaker 3 (07:16):
You walk out to the middle and stand.
Speaker 2 (07:17):
In awe looking around the room, when you hear footsteps
begin the descent. Turning, you see a man walking down
the leftmost stair. He breaks into a smile. There is
no confusion with him. He knows who you are and
why you are there. You swallow and nod.
Speaker 3 (07:36):
Who are you?
Speaker 5 (07:37):
You've arrived.
Speaker 2 (07:39):
He reaches the landing and then walks over to you,
stopping a few feet away. He's elegantly dressed, has dark hair,
dark eyes, sharp features to match his suit. The only
thing that seems to imply his station are the black
gloves that cover both his hands.
Speaker 5 (07:54):
Do you have the key?
Speaker 3 (07:56):
You hold it up again?
Speaker 5 (07:58):
Good? It is my duty to make sure that you
understand the rules rules.
Speaker 2 (08:04):
Is this set a game or a test? He smiles
knowingly and parts his hands.
Speaker 5 (08:10):
It is whatever you make of it. Everything is up
to you and the master of the house.
Speaker 3 (08:17):
Where is he.
Speaker 5 (08:18):
I have no doubt you'll meet him in time.
Speaker 3 (08:21):
He gestures for you to follow him, and, not sure
where else to go, you do.
Speaker 5 (08:26):
The key opens all the doors in the house, except
for the front ones, which are always unlocked.
Speaker 2 (08:32):
He begins to mount the stairs, and you follow, holding
onto the gilded railings with your bare hands.
Speaker 5 (08:38):
You need not fear losing the key. No one here
wants to take it from you. In fact, he can
take it with you when you leave. Has a memento.
Speaker 3 (08:46):
You reach the top of the stairs right after he does.
Speaker 2 (08:48):
The gilded railings continue, making a hallway along one side
of the wall. Huge Renaissance paintings alternate with colored doorways.
The butler turns to watch your face as he continues speaking.
Speaker 5 (09:01):
You will have, from sundown to sun up to do
with the house and all of its servants as you will.
What do you mean, I mean that there will be
no consequences from tonight, in no record of what you
do here, except for what you take home in your
own mind.
Speaker 3 (09:17):
His lips lift in a subtle smile.
Speaker 5 (09:20):
The house is here to serve you, and I am
here to serve the house. It is three minutes until sundown.
Would you like for me to show you the first doors.
Speaker 2 (09:29):
You swing the key out into your hand. It has
a comforting way to it, like a particularly heavy charm.
It has been a long time since you've worn jewelry.
Speaker 3 (09:38):
You look at the butler and you nod.
Speaker 5 (09:41):
Some doors you may listen at first. Others are purposefully
kept as surprises. But remember you may exit any room
at any time. The house's servants will not keep you.
Speaker 2 (09:52):
He walks over to three door spaced evenly out. One
is white, one is purple, and one is gray. They
all seem to pick up and blend with the colors
of the paintings beside them. The butler glances over your
shoulder at the distant windows of the front hall.
Speaker 5 (10:08):
The sun is down. You are the mistress of the house.
Now until dawn.
Speaker 3 (10:13):
He bows deeply.
Speaker 5 (10:15):
Please listen, choose, and enjoy.
Speaker 3 (10:20):
The butler exits.
Speaker 2 (10:21):
As you step forward and put your ear to the
white door, there's the sound of a bath being drawn.
You step forward and put your ear to the purple door.
There are two men having a conversation inside. You step
forward and put your ear to the gray door. Inside
or no voices, but there's the hissing sound of rope.
Sliding over rope, you move over to the purple door.
(10:44):
There are definitely people on the other side, talking you
not politely before using your key to open the door.
No matter what the butler's told you about the house
and its servants, you don't feel right interrupting anyone. You
open the door slowly after that and find that you're
in an opulate in bedroom and that you're definitely not alone.
There are two men lying in the purple bed that
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occupies the center of the room, and they look a
little sheepish, as though you've caught them doing something because
you have. All of their hands are under the covers,
and the satin sheets have ripples and suggestive places. Sorry,
he's young. His hair is blonde, and you can see
his well muscled shoulders.
Speaker 5 (11:24):
We weren't sure. Sometimes no one picks this door.
Speaker 2 (11:28):
His skin is darker, he has a five o'clock shadow,
and as he rises up on one arm, the sheet
falls back, exposing his lean stomach and it gets lonely.
Speaker 3 (11:38):
They both nod. You know all about being lonely lately.
Speaker 2 (11:42):
If given the choice, you do not want to feel
alone again, but key notwithstanding, you also don't want to impose,
I didn't mean to interrupt.
Speaker 3 (11:52):
I can go.
Speaker 2 (11:53):
You begin making your way to step back through the
open door.
Speaker 5 (11:57):
Wait.
Speaker 2 (11:58):
The second man sits up, reaching a hand out to you.
Speaker 3 (12:01):
You pause.
Speaker 2 (12:03):
You still feel like you're walking in on them, but
both of them men are smiling.
Speaker 3 (12:07):
The darker man is slightly nearer.
Speaker 5 (12:09):
We didn't mean to scare you.
Speaker 3 (12:11):
You didn't.
Speaker 2 (12:13):
You're curious, maybe a little wary, but not scared anymore.
Speaker 5 (12:17):
Good.
Speaker 2 (12:19):
The blond man smiles at you, now, drawing his legs
up beneath him to kneel on the bed. He's naked,
as is the darker man. You realize you're jealous of them.
You wish you could be so free.
Speaker 5 (12:31):
This bed is big and the night is long. Join us,
unless you'd rather watch that is.
Speaker 2 (12:39):
The blond man leaves his hand out and you walk
over to him. The bed is on a dais in
the center of the room. You have to step up
onto it if you want to join them, and somehow
stepping onto it with clothing on does not feel right.
In a moment, you strip down and then feel a
little silly standing naked in front of two strange men.
But they seem totally at ease with themselves, which helps
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and more importantly, completely at ease with your nakedness. They
look at you, and from their erections you know they
like what they see. You slide down in between them
because it feels natural. The darker man's lips finds yours,
his five o'clock shadow tugging at your cheek, and his
lips feel like they were meant to fit. The blonde's
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mouth finds your breast. You shiver, realizing that they're both
touching you and are going to keep touching you at
the same time.
Speaker 3 (13:30):
The kiss deepens as.
Speaker 2 (13:31):
You wind your hand up into his slightly shaggy hair,
and the blonde goes from kisses to gentle bites, his
hand on your other breast, tweaking its nipple with his
forefinger and thumb. A thigh slides up your thigh and
you're not sure whose it is, but you find it.
You don't really care. The blonde cock is by your hand,
and so you take it, firm and smooth and warm,
(13:53):
and you begin to stroke him baste a tip as
he moans. The darker man kisses lower. Now a t
trail down your neck between your breasts, leaking slowly down
to your stomach. The blonde keeps kissing at your breasts,
but is interrupted by the small moans he's making. As
you stroke him, you feel in complete control of him,
and you pinch the tip of his cock lightly, making
(14:15):
his breath hits. Just as the darker man's mouth dips
in between your open thighs. You moan, teasing the blonde
momentarily forgotten. The darker man's tongue links gently, at first,
more breath than pressure, as he stretches his hands up
your hips to feel what his actions make you do.
You tilt towards him, and he drags his tongue's tip
(14:36):
up across you, sliding back and forth against your clip
with hot, wet pressure. You shudder bodily, like a horse
shaking off a fly, and then softly moan it doesn't
take him long to discover what works best for you,
and then he starts to tease you with that knowledge,
doing exactly what you want, and then stopping, dark eyes
(14:56):
looking up at you, gauging how long you can take
before licking certain spot again. It's like a game with him,
and it's one that he's winning, one that you're ever
so happy to lose. The blonde keeps working on your
nipples with his mouth, and you keep playing your hand
up and down his cock when you can remember to.
He thrusts softly against you, not trying to distract you
(15:18):
from the other pleasures, but unable to help himself in
his need. Your breath comes in hot waves as the
darker man's tongue speeds up, his whole face pressed against you,
using his beard to its full advantage, as its roughness
makes the nerves of your dripping pussy light up. Then
he stops and pulls back, his breath as heavy as
your own.
Speaker 5 (15:38):
Is there anything else we can do for you? Mistress?
Speaker 3 (15:42):
Fuck me now?
Speaker 2 (15:43):
Your voice sounds guttural to yourself, and you don't mind.
The darker man pushes himself up with his muscle arms,
revealing the heart on that he's been lying on, the
one that eating you out has given him. He kneels
in between your legs and grabs your hips and pulls
you down the bed to him. You expect him to
be rough, but he waits for a moment before entering you,
as if to make sure you're ready. When you've never
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been as sure of anything other than this. The head
of his cock dips inside you, and his arms come
up over your shoulders as he starts his first deep slide.
You're so wet, but you're still tight. Or maybe it's
the girth of him spreading you wide. He holds himself
over you, thrusting slowly, letting you feel all of him
set onside you, before pulling out slowly again. You begin
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to moan in time as he begins to speed up.
The blonde, who you'd forgotten in your haste to feel
this full moans at watching you get fucked. He's kneeling
now and his cock is still hard, curved up against
his washboard abs. The darker man slows and looks at
the blonde, and then looks meaningfully at you.
Speaker 5 (16:49):
Whatever you want, Mistress, will do.
Speaker 2 (16:52):
The dark Man's cock feels so delicious inside of you,
but it's hard not to be greedy when there's one
more less than an arm's length away. The choice is
now yours vote for what happens next. On choose my pleasure,
God vote. Here are your delicious choices. Do you take
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the blonde into your mouth? Do you take him into
your ass? Do you start jacking him as you get fucked?
Do you order him to play with himself. You have
five days to vote. You don't need to hold back.
Unleash your passionate choice and vote at Choose My pleasure.
Speaker 3 (17:33):
God. Vote
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