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Jade and Jasmine stuck on an estate with nothing to do look for some adventure. Mrs. Robinson, the trusted housekeeper, had left her computer on where they find an invitation to a masquerade ball at the Manor of Lady Alistair. They decide that crashing the ball of Lady Alistair was just the cure for their boredom.

They arrive to a ballroom filled with people in costumes and masks similar to their own. But there were also many people in the ballroom who were not wearing costumes. In fact, they weren’t wearing anything at all.

A naked young woman, who appeared to be not much older than the young lasses, stepped up to them with a tray and asked, "Would the Mistresses desire an appetizer?"

After the naked servant had moved on, Jade pulled Jasmine back toward the door and said to her, "I think we have gotten into something we shouldn't have. We'd better get out of here while we still can."

Suddenly, the ball was interrupted as Lady Alistair raised her hands above her head and clapped them loudly several times. "Ladies," she said in a loud voice. "Mistresses, Dommes, I regret that I have to interrupt our planned festivities for something as mundane as punishment for a careless submissive."

She pulled the now trembling submissive over to her and curtly instructed her, "Here. Standing. Do not move."

Another submissive, this one wearing a caricature of a French maid's outfit that did not cover her breasts nor her nether regions hurried up with short, mincing steps carrying a tray on which several paddles and switches were displayed.

Jade could see that her ankles were chained together with a rather short restraint.

Just as the two naughty young lasses thought that they had pulled off the party crash of the century, Lady Alistair turned to Jade and Jasmine, then said “Perhaps you two young women would like to participate?"

"I don't think so," answered Jasmine and she grabbed Jade's arm and turned to walk away. Or, at least she tried to walk away. As she turned, she walked directly into the chest of the gorgeous ebony woman who had spoken to them earlier. "Oh, but I insist," she said softly as she took Jasmine's hand in her own. "You must have wanted to participate in our festivities very badly or you wouldn't have gone through so much trouble to sneak in here."

How did she know? Had they been set up?