I attended a small get-together amongst friends. We were all very aware of each other's involvement in the lifestyle. We were to bring 2 friends who were, also lifestyle friendly. These guests were to be strangers to the others invited to the gathering. There were fifteen people in total that night and 2 of the hosts were lounging on the couch. I sat on the floor leaning against the couch, lounging as well.
She helped me up from the floor, which I thought was rather kind of a complete stranger. As I stood I attempted to dust my knees I felt that she kept my hand in hers.
I looked up to search for her eyes but instead was met by a shallow breeze, laced lightly by the simple grace of her essence. She pulled me to a room and opened the door. The door was old, and wooden but had great character. My mind was lost on something far from my body. This, I suppose, is what kept me so quiet and compliant. I suppose there are other factors that helped silence me as well, those of nature.
The room felt quite the same as the hallway for me until I heard her lock the door. My pulse quickened and my eyes automatically dropped to the floor.
"Get undressed." She stated flatly as if she was uninterested with the situation.
Without falter I removed my clothes and placed them on a chair adjacent of the bed.
I could feel her eyes watching me as I undressed and even as we stood, bottled in the silence of her bedroom.
"A submissive, eh?" She said in a 'ya don't say' sort of tone.
I wasn't sure what to think. I didn't know if I should answer or not. Of course, I didn't but I knew the answer and so did she.
She proceeded. A complete stranger proceeded to look me over as I stood in a bedroom shivering from the chill of her stare.
I began to feel crushed by the quiet of the room until I heard her lick her lips. I never thought I would hear someone lick their lips.
"Turn around. Face the wall."
I began to turn around nervously and close my eyes. Her hands began to caress my ass. My body tensed. My mind screamed. " What the hell!?!?" I tried desperately not to move but felt my back arch slightly on it's own. Such betrayal.
Her fingers began to move between my cheeks. "Are you enjoying this silver?"
Taken back by the fact that she knew my name I wasn't sure how to answer. Before I could think to ask how she knew my name or even to protest the words "Yes, Ma'am" escaped my lips.
"Good girl" she rewarded before finding my asshole with her finger. I tried hard to relax as she drew feathered circles around my asshole with her finger.
"Nice ass you've got." She released casually. "Has anyone ever fucked it?" I could hear a smile curve over the end of her words with masochism.
"No, Ma'am" I answered more nervously than ever. 'Why was she asking? Surely she wasn't going to....' My mind raced.
"Do you want it fucked?" The same smile drenched this question while she rubbed my asshole.
Squirming at her fingertips, I nodded my head fretting over the decision immediately after nodding.
"Good girl. Get on your knees and wait here."
Kneeling where I stood I waited for her to return as the chill overtook my body.
She walked over to the closet and I heard her pull something out then close the door. I wondered what she was doing and what she removed but did nothing. I stayed, kneeling and facing the wall.
My ears followed her footsteps back across the room. When she got close to me she said. "Turn around."
