Paradise Mansion (xDIRTYx)
Madison doesn't realize how crazy and exciting her summer will be when her parents drop her off at a place called Paradise Mansion where teenage girls get to do literally what ever they want - go swimming, shop for FREE, get breakfast in bed, ANYTHING - as long as they follow the very se.xual requests of their personal masters.
"Okay, Madison, please behave while you're here. And remember, we ARE going to be on a summer-long cruise while you are at the mansion, so only call us if it's an emergency." Dad eyeballed me sternly and presented the last of a million sentences of directions for me to follow.
"Yes, Dad, I understand. Can I go now?" I sighed and gazed out the car window to the huge mansion perched on a hill. Paradise Mansion.
To be honest, I had no idea what this "Paradise Mansion" was all about, the only place I'd heard it from was my best friend Shauna, who said she had the time of her life the last summer. She also told me not to tell anyone else about it, because apparently it was meant to be kept discreet. For members only. It took an hour to fill out the forms they sent us in the mail that was supposed to qualify me as a member.
"Yes, honey, you can go, and remember your suitcase!" Mom blew me a kiss as I grabbed my green suitcase with the pink polka dots I'd had since I was 10. Ugh. My parents baby me so much. It's sick, really.
I hopped out of the car and had only taken 2 steps down the long pathway to the mansion when two men in butler outfits appeared in front of me.
"Good morning, Miss. Madison. May I take your suitcase?" The first butler grabbed the green bag from my hand without waiting for my answer and took off back down the pathway, and the second butler held out his arm for me to take and led me up to the house.
As soon as we walked through the big cherry oak front doors, I noticed the several girls spread lazily across black leather couches watching television in a room close to the foyer. I took off my red hightops that I remembered to pair with my black skinny jeans earlier that day and went to greet them.
"Hello, everybody!" I said. "I'm Madison."
All of the girls were very friendly, but I happened to notice they were dressed like - well, I don't know. Their clothes were pretty revealing. I looked down at what I was wearing. My long sleeve Aeropostale shirt made me look like I was some self-consious shy little girl.
My thought were interrupted by a woman who was about 35, but still very pretty. She came up to me and said "So, you must be Madison. Welcome. All of these girls have only been here a week, so they're new like you. Let me tell you, the Paradise Mansion isn't called the Paradise Mansion for no reason at all. You are allowed to do whatever you would like here, as long as you agree to do whatever your master tells you to."
"My...what? Master? What are you talking about? They never mentioned a 'master' in the forms you sent." I said.
"Each girl has her own personal master. Your master tells you to carry out certain requests. You can receive further details from your master right now, actually. Let me bring you to him." The woman turned around with a sweep of her long, silky brown hair and headed up the long, winding staircase. I followed close behind.
We reached a long row of doors that had men's names engraved into a plaque on each one. A more temporary plate was placed underneath the men's names that read out "The Personal Master of _____."
Finally we came to a door that said "Alex Fadley, The Personal Master of Madison" and my heart almost caught in my throught with the excitement of who was waiting for me behind that door, and what sort of "requests" they wanted me to carry out.
"Yes, Dad, I understand. Can I go now?" I sighed and gazed out the car window to the huge mansion perched on a hill. Paradise Mansion.
To be honest, I had no idea what this "Paradise Mansion" was all about, the only place I'd heard it from was my best friend Shauna, who said she had the time of her life the last summer. She also told me not to tell anyone else about it, because apparently it was meant to be kept discreet. For members only. It took an hour to fill out the forms they sent us in the mail that was supposed to qualify me as a member.
"Yes, honey, you can go, and remember your suitcase!" Mom blew me a kiss as I grabbed my green suitcase with the pink polka dots I'd had since I was 10. Ugh. My parents baby me so much. It's sick, really.
I hopped out of the car and had only taken 2 steps down the long pathway to the mansion when two men in butler outfits appeared in front of me.
"Good morning, Miss. Madison. May I take your suitcase?" The first butler grabbed the green bag from my hand without waiting for my answer and took off back down the pathway, and the second butler held out his arm for me to take and led me up to the house.
As soon as we walked through the big cherry oak front doors, I noticed the several girls spread lazily across black leather couches watching television in a room close to the foyer. I took off my red hightops that I remembered to pair with my black skinny jeans earlier that day and went to greet them.
"Hello, everybody!" I said. "I'm Madison."
All of the girls were very friendly, but I happened to notice they were dressed like - well, I don't know. Their clothes were pretty revealing. I looked down at what I was wearing. My long sleeve Aeropostale shirt made me look like I was some self-consious shy little girl.
My thought were interrupted by a woman who was about 35, but still very pretty. She came up to me and said "So, you must be Madison. Welcome. All of these girls have only been here a week, so they're new like you. Let me tell you, the Paradise Mansion isn't called the Paradise Mansion for no reason at all. You are allowed to do whatever you would like here, as long as you agree to do whatever your master tells you to."
"My...what? Master? What are you talking about? They never mentioned a 'master' in the forms you sent." I said.
"Each girl has her own personal master. Your master tells you to carry out certain requests. You can receive further details from your master right now, actually. Let me bring you to him." The woman turned around with a sweep of her long, silky brown hair and headed up the long, winding staircase. I followed close behind.
We reached a long row of doors that had men's names engraved into a plaque on each one. A more temporary plate was placed underneath the men's names that read out "The Personal Master of _____."
Finally we came to a door that said "Alex Fadley, The Personal Master of Madison" and my heart almost caught in my throught with the excitement of who was waiting for me behind that door, and what sort of "requests" they wanted me to carry out.
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