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| Rhoobarb |
We'd been invited to a Fetish dinner party and I'd had scant information about it passed to me by the Domly One. I sent off a request for more information to the Lady of the house. She replied, told me other people who were going and suggested a couple of 'games' that might be played. I was content, I had my info and could plan my behaviour accordingly. This will involve alcohol!
A long hot soak in the bath with an alcoholic drink, late afternoon, set me up nicely for the defuzzing of various areas and the skin softening and preening that followed. I asked Bohnanza what I should wear and the resulting outfit was donned before we left. A big long coat over it and I'm ready to go. Long lacey dress over thigh length leather boots, and a pink latex underbust corset left most of my assets on show. I chickened out slightly at the last minute and stepped into lacy knickers too.
On the way it was raining, and dark. We took a wrong turning and had to make a detour. The detour was a very narrow winding country road and I worried that something might come the other way as there wasn't a lot of room for two vehicles.
"If something comes the other way, please don't drive onto the grass verge." I pleaded "We might get stuck".
A minute or so after that headlights were seen approaching us on this very narrow road. The Domly One pulled over the the side of the road and onto the grass verge. The car passed and we didn't move. Well, not more than a foot or so forward, and back. And forward, and back. I clamped shut my mouth and said nothing.
He got out and had a look. Grabbed the car mats from the floor and stuck them under the front wheels. Asked me to get into the driving seat and reverse as far as I could, then go forward. The wheels spun wildly on the mats, splattering them, the wheel arches, the mirror, the bonnet and the Domly One with thrown up mud. We didn't get onto the road and my resolve to keep my mouth shut was broken.
After a length of time rocking the van forward and back in the ever deepening rut I started to slowly climb out of it back onto the road surface. "If anything else comes along now they can go backwards" I muttered to myself as I stopped in the middle of the road and relinquished the driving seat.
We got to our destination with no further incidents and were met in the garden by our host with an umbrella and a torch. We went inside and I took off my coat and finished fastening my corset, checking for mud as I did so. All I had to do was wash some off my hands. The Domly One wasn't as muddy as I'd expected, he seemed to have got off lightly.
We settled in the kitchen where before long food was served. Pate and breads and other snacky things to start with. Then there was a choice: potatoes, rice or pasta, served with Italian Chicken Casserole, Beef Stew, Veggy Chill, or Lamb Curry. I had some of the Lamb and some of the Beef on my plate with some rice. It was very good indeed, and I want the recipe for the Lamb Curry. It's not easy seating about 18 people round a table built for possibly eight or ten, but we managed. Strangely the ones not sitting at the table to eat, or standing and eating seemed to be the submissives. Wonder how that happens then?
Right after dinner things started to happen in the living room. Some of the ladies started to get very friendly with each other and other people moved through to watch. It spilled over into the bedroom, the hallway and possibly even the garden for all I know. There were a lot of semi nude people wandering around, and some nude ones too. Later in the evening, somehow my clothes fell off, round about the time dessert was announced and I found myself on the kitchen table being used as a serving platter. The trifle was cold and trickled nastily as it slithered off my body onto the table. The custard, and cream managed to shut me up for a while as my mouth was filled, and I'm sure someone got my cherry. Or two. See, I told you I have inhibitions!
After everyone who wanted to had eaten dessert, I was cleaned off with a big towel and went off to have a much needed shower. I couldn't be bothered dressing fully afterwards and just put the corset back on. It didn't stay on for long though and I was comfortable in my nakedness in a way I've not been for a while. I seem to have got out of the habit of nakedness. I went back to clean off the table so it could be reused and the next person on it was tied down to the table legs and shaved clean.
Eventually people started to leave and there was the sound of spanking from the next room, ropes came out and people were tied up. Electric buzzy things were in use and all in all it was Debauchery and Decadence like it should be.
Finally it was time to go home. We drove up the right road this time, as snow was falling saying what a great night we'd had. I'm looking forward to the next one!
