A Dance of the Hunt and the Prize

A Journey Begins (part 3)

This is from Claire's perspective as she joins the party. Upon arrival, the master is midway through his introduction.

The image in the mirror holds my attention as I silently critique myself. I dislike being so self critical! What was that saying about being your own worst enemy? I don't remember.. I'm not vain, I just hope no one else see's how imperfect I feel. I guess this will have to do for now either way, pursing my lips as I stand up from the armoire and walk over towards the bed where Adrienne left the dress. It still feels like this isn't real. I look down at the silk robe I'm wearing, feeling my hands moving on their own, undoing the corded belt; it falls away leaving me bare. I'd normally feel awkward just stand here like this, but Adrienne's words keep running through my mind." .. We embrace our sexuality, our secret fetishes, and our darkest desires..." Should I be afraid or excited by that?

"This dress is nice," I say to no one in particular reaching out and touching its smooth features. It's a nice cut, maybe mid-thigh on me, stylish, somewhat provocative with its plunging neckline and an excellent shade of deep red, that will complement my dark feature and flashing red lips. Where is the rest of the outfit though? Puzzled for a moment, I look around. Picking up the silk robe and wrapping it around my body, I hunt through the room for the clothes I arrived in. They aren't near the bath anymore, Adrienne must have picked them up while I wasn't looking. I walk back over to my room door and open it. Looking down the hall I can see several other finely dressed people standing in the doorway of a room down the hall; they're conversing and obviously watching something else going on in that room. I'm not sure exactly what it is that I hear; some sort of unintelligible garble? Well, I don't want to be caught in just a robe around strangers... I duck back into my room, unnoticed, I hope. Looking around, I try the closet door next to me but it's locked. I know there isn't anything of use in that other closet since I peeked in there earlier... I scrunch my nose in indecision, while I consider my options. I could just stay here until one of the maids or Adrienne comes back to check on me... but she did say she would be held accountable for my absence... She's been really nice to me, and I'm not sure I want to put her in that predicament. Or I could participate in whatever this crazy sex adventure is supposed to be. Or watch it. Heh, I'd actually have a story to share with Tiffany for a change. Well... they better have some good wine.

The dress fits like it was a glove, seemingly custom made for my body; it moves and breathes in all the right places. However, I can't help but feel a little self-conscious walking about like this with no shoes or heels, no leggings, or socks, or panties... I get the impression that it's not all that uncommon around here. My pulse is beating like the last time I went jogging as the moment of truth rushes towards me. I cannot tell if this is scary or exciting!

Opening the door to my room, it feels almost weightless. That's not right, is it? It's a heavy oak door. What is it about this place that changes reality? Or is it that I'm changing? Am I expecting to change? All these thoughts racing in my mind are confusing. I wonder what those other guest are looking at in that room...

I move silently down the hallway towards the group to see what ever it is they are all viewing. The sound now coming from the room is distinct; at least a couple of individuals yelping mixed cries, wailing and moaning. A man notices me as I approach, smiles and he holds a finger to his mouth in the universal sign for silence as he steps aside so that I can see for myself. I'm shocked by the sight; A naked man is strapped to a chair, with his arms behind him and a hood over his head. A woman dressed partially in black leather is forcefully making another woman deep-throat the man in the chair, while another man is fucking her.What ever this crazy sex exhibition is, I'm finding it hard to look away.

"You better get that cock back deep in your throat you little cumslut! Harder you fuck! No one is here to see you take your time fucking her sweet little pussy." "MmmmmMmmernnnnnn" "Yes mistress!" "THE LITTLE WHORE WANTS YOU TO BE A MAN AND FUCK HER RIGHT! The woman in the leather outfit seems to be in charge and patrols the room frequently yelling insults and commands, or hitting the others with a stick illiciting cries above the noise of the frenzied couple. The man who is doing the fucking locks eyes with me as he thrusts and grunts. That familiar little flush comes over me as I realize I'm sizing him up as well.

My god, my nipple have a mind of there own the way they are jutting out. I don't ever remember having sex with such ferocity! That girl...look at the puddle underneath her, and all the cum hanging off her chin.. Wow she's a champ! That guy in the chair is bucking almost as hard as she is.. And that Guy is handsome. I wonder if he wants to fuck me? I guess everyone wants to fuck everyone else here... I don't know if i want all that, but he is cute... I might have to find out his name later...

A few minutes go by and the man in the chair starts babbling about coming and woman in the leather puts the other two on the floor so he comes over them. The woman grabs his dick and milks his cock till He comes hard with thick visible strands. She directs the streams first across the man (who had been fucking the woman), and then across the woman herself. That's to much for me, I think as I turn around and walk away. I guess everyone is entitled to their own kinks in this place. I almost feel embarrassed by that though, like that first time last year my roommate caught me looking at porn. Noticing that familiar flush of embarrassment taking over I can't help but feel just a little to innocent. I might need some time to adjust, but time to change that.

I walk away catching my reflection in an elegant mirror a few paces down the hall. Who is it I want to be here? There is elegance and freedom here, but also a perversity. Other guests seem right at home, but I feel awkward. The man with the eyes and smile appears behind me...

"I couldn't help but notice, you seem a little out of sorts.." His smile is more disarming than I'd prefer. "It's ..." he looks down momentarily, " not all quite like that I assure you." I don't really want to talk to you; I try looking at my hands as a way of not engaging with him. He presses on.. "I'm PaddleLover24. I'm curious what you are interested in." What an odd name. I wonder what he expects. I look briefly in the mirror. He's dressed nicely. He turns and leans up against the wall next to me so he can see my face. He points at my feet, "Are you staying here? I guess it's pretty common for the house girls here to go around barefoot. Your rather attractive, I'd like your name." I don't like where this is going so I decide to follow another woman as she walks away from the previous scene. She notices, takes my arm and smiles knowingly. "Evening cutie," she says and I float down the hallway slightly less agitated. Her feet are bare too. "I'm Sabine."