I lounged on the couch, eating an apple as the sun shone through the window, hitting me in the face no matter which way I turned. I felt much too lazy to get up and pull the curtains, so I just accepted defeat and let my eyes be assaulted by the uv rays.
"Gloria, are you ready?" Anna called from down the hall of our mobile home. We each had our own room, but we usually ended up sleeping together. Anna kept her room neat and tidy, but I tended to be a bit messier. We managed to maintain our shared spaces in a perfect in-between though. My sloppy curls fell in my face, damp with the humidity. I slowly chewed the firm flesh of the apple, finally swallowing.
"I'll be ready whenever you are!" I called back to Anna. She came out of her bedroom, and looked at me laying back on our rustic orange loveseat. A warm smile spread across her lips. I could see the love for me in her eyes. She had the most beautiful long brown hair that fell straight down her back, and her lips were painted red, freckles dotted the light brown skin of her face.
Anna was always made up, she saw skin care routines and make-up to be meditative. I, on the other-hand, was not quite on that level of self care. Not that I didn't think I was pretty, Anna told me all the time that I was, and after a while I really believed it myself. If someone who was as gorgeous as her told me I was, then it must be true, right?
Tonight we were going out to a play party. There were going to be all kinds of kinky people there. I was a little nervous since I had never gone to one before. I had always been interested in kink, but had never reached out to other people outside of my own relationships. And now I would be going to a party where there would be spanking benches, restraints, whips, floggers, and all other kinds of toys.
"I'm ready." Anna said, and I grabbed my bag. We had a few toys that we were going to bring ourselves. We also made a seven layer taco dip. Anna was sure to grab that from the fridge along with a bag of chips. We made our way to Anna's car, and drove about thirty minutes out into the country. It was always surprising to me that people really lived way out there. I'd be worried about being so far from civilization. But I guess with cars people don't have that problem as much now.
We pulled up to a really nice farm house. It was painted a very light blue, almost white. Everything looked normal from the outside. I smelled the smoke of a barbeque, and felt warm with comfort from the nostalgic scent.
A cute woman with short black hair in a bob came out. Anna opened the car door after turning the key. "Hey, Paisley!" She exclaimed, hopping out of the car, being her usual charismatic self. She ran up and gave the other woman a hug while I lagged behind, grabbing the stuff out of the car. I slung my backpack over my shoulders and grabbed the food, following Anna and our host inside. There were not too many other people inside, but it was enough to make me feel a bit overwhelmed. There were two St. Andrew's crosses in the living room; two giant wooden X's with leather straps to secure the victim in.
There was currently a girl strapped to one laughing as she was being flogged. I bit my lower lip as we continued through the house. One of the rooms was set up with spanking benches, a line of paddles, and whips lined up next to the benches. Our host, Paisley, talked about how her and her Partner had lived here for three years now, and how they loved to throw parties every once in a while for the community.
"Feel free to change clothes if you'd like, and you can set your bag over here." Paisley said gesturing to a couch with a few other bags on it. She then led us to the backyard. It was a large fenced in yard, despite there not being neighbors for probably a good mile. I saw women and men dressed in latex, leather, or just plain nude. I felt out of place to be honest. They all seemed to be having a good time, sitting at picnic tables and talking amongst each other.
I set the taco dip and chips Anna and I had brought down at a table that seemed reserved for food.
Paisley introduced us to her partner, Owen, and a few other people. Owen was busy operating the grill, but seemed nice enough. Anna grabbed two paper plates from the food table and handed me one after Paisley went off to mingle with other people. We filled our plates with pasta salads and I had a hamburger while she grabbed a hot dog.
I was nervous but excited as we sat in a few empty spots next to some people at a picnic table. There were two women sitting there with a man laying at their feet dressed in a latex catsuit.
The women smiled at us and welcomed us to the table. They introduced themselves as Emily and Sarah, and they gestured to the man beneath them, he looked up, blue eyes behind a dark mask and gave a wave. "This is our slave, Jesse." The two introduced. He was covered in latex all except for holes for his eyes, nose and mouth, and the mouth hole had a zipper on it.
I looked off into the distance as I heard the sound of clunking. I saw a small two wheeled carriage being pulled by the reigns of two pony girls, their chests heaving out as they clopped over the grass and dirt. "I bet they'd give you a ride if you asked their master kindly." Sarah said as she noticed me admiring the two women.
"Oh, um..." I was completely flustered at the thought. I had read stories and watched porn, but I had never been immersed in a world like this before. The hot sun beat down on us as I swatted a fly away from my food.
"I think that would be fun." Anna said as she finished up her chips. "We should introduce ourselves later." I continued to look around to see what I would find next. There were a few people in a hot tub, all naked and making out with one another. "Should we go back inside?" Anna asked me after we both finished our food and I nodded my head. I was always impressed with Anna's charisma and charm as she floated amongst people of all different creeds. It was something I deeply admired in her. It was also comforting to me to not have to be the one to engage conversation. I preferred to be a bit of a wallflower.
