The weather outside Slade's houseboat was getting warmer each morning. Spring was certainly on the way. He stepped out on to the back decking overlooking Lake Crystal, drinking his coffee. It was picturesque and tranquil. The water was like a darkened glass reflecting the trees and sky overhead.
He had only recently moved in to his beloved house boat - The Aqua Pirate and he was enjoying the calming atmosphere of the countryside compared to the hustle and bustle of city life.
Movement in the cabin some distance away caught his eye. It was his mysterious blonde neighbour. He had only ever seen her from a distance usually as she pottered around her home. This time she was dressed in a white negligee that hung suggestively on her curves. She walked elegantly out on to her decking, barefoot and holding a china cup that he presumed contained tea. His breath caught as the morning sun silhouetted her nude body under the sheer material of her nighty. She looked like a stunning goddess with her peaked nipples and loose hair that shimmered in the light.
Slade felt like an intruder in her private world and slowly stepped back inside to remain unseen but continued to admire her. She was exquisite.
He held his breath as she walked towards the steps leading to the water's edge.
"Would she? Wouldn't she skinny dip?"
She hesitated as though thinking about it for a moment. Then taking a sip of tea, she backed away, turned slowly and walked back into her cabin.
He let his breath out shaping his lips into a slight "oo."
"Another day, another tease," Slade mused to himself for a moment and then turned to go out the front, along his jetty to the tin cylindrical aqua coloured post box. He collected his post and saw he had a couple of flyers and an intriguing envelope in a dark midnight blue colour with gold lettering.
His Pelican friend suddenly flew in and landed on the rail ready to follow him back for his daily food.
"Hey Percy," Slade greeted the large bird. "How about pilchards today?"
Percy answered with a couple of low rumbling piggy type barks, hopped down on to the jetty's wooden planks and waddled on his webbed feet behind Slade.
Looking at the post, Slade walked back inside. The flyers were special offer vouchers for food and drink at the local Lake Crystal Bar & Grill.
He flicked the kettle on for a fresh coffee, opened the promised tin of pilchards, placing them in a dish outside for Percy and then sat down to open the intriguing envelope. It was an invitation.
"Master Slade, you are cordially invited to an evening at The Ice House. Formal Dress is required. Please wear the enclosed eye mask for the duration of the evening."
It was followed with the time, date and address of this special evening.
It was signed by two Capitol letters "BB" and had a very significant stamp underneath, a black background framed with a white boarder and inside was 1 vertical red stripe with 3 horizontal stripes of slightly shorter length next to it.
He recognised it immediately. The vertical stripe was a universal symbol meaning power or dominance. The set of three horizontal stripes was a universal symbol meaning passive or submissive. It was a sign that a BDSM chapter was prevalent in the area.
Enclosed inside was a man's Venetian masquerade eye mask. It was made of soft black leather that was designed to cover the face from the eyebrows to the tip of the nose. There was an embossed design on it that matched the black ribbon ties to ensure it could be placed secure around the head and successfully hide the identity of the wearer.
This special group of people had somehow found out Slade was a kindred spirit in their kink and were obviously interested in him becoming involved with their events.
He was curious as to how they had known of him and of course was very interested to know more. He wondered if The Ice House was their headquarters and decided to accept their kind invitation.
He opened the wardrobe in his bedroom. Hanging inside was the polythene suit bag that contained his Black three piece Dinner suit - the classic Tuxedo jacket and matching trousers and waistcoat.
It was distinguished from his other dark suits by the satin facings on the jacket's lapels and buttons and a similar stripe along the out seam of the trousers.
It was an expensive and sophisticated suit. He would wear that, with black shoes bulled to perfection, white dress shirt and black satin dicky bow and of course the black eye mask sent with the invitation.
On the night of the party, Slade parked his red truck in the Lake Crystal Bar & Grill car park dressed as the invitation instructed. Placing his eye mask on, he walked down a winding side path at the side of the bar establishment. It led to an impressive oak door situated and almost hidden by foliage. An engraved sign above the door read "The Ice House."
He felt powerful and confident in the way he was dressed and knew his Dominant persona was now at the forefront. He smote the door with the brass lion head knocker. Two long, slow knocks and two short, quick knocks.
The door opened almost immediately by a masked doorman in tuxedo dress trousers and polished shoes. He was bare chested with a leather strap top that criss-crossed his chest and back. He wore a navy blue collar, the same colour as the invitation. Slade held the invitation in view to prove he was a legitimate guest. He nodded and stood aside to allow him entry.
As Slade stepped inside, a shaved headed and masked butler came to greet him. He was also formally dressed with a collar. Slade presumed he was the Head Submissive of the Ice House.
"Good evening Master. Welcome to The Ice House," the man greeted warmly.
"Good evening." Slade smiled.
"Please call me "T" for this evening," He saw the invitation in Slade's hand. "May I take your invitation Sir?"
As he handed it to him, "T" placed it in a pile with others on a table close by and clicked his fingers. From a nearby room, a lady, elegantly dressed in midnight blue, with an eye mask on and plaited long hair, appeared with a glass of wine. Her dress was long to the floor hiding her heeled shoes. There was a zip at the back from the neck line to the small of her back and a sexy split at the side, only really noticeable as she walked. She had a midnight blue, lacy choker around her neck.
"Sir," she bowed her head and gave him the wine glass.
"This is Gs. She will take care of you. She is at your disposal and will be your escort for the evening." T informed him.
Slade smiled. She was very attractive. He offered her his arm in acceptance of her and she led him down a descending slope and on to a Great Hall. Corridors lit with medieval stick lanterns on the stone walls, led off the Great Hall to Dungeon rooms. It reminded him of a giant spider where the Great Hall was the body and the corridors were its legs. The building, architecture and layout was very impressive indeed.
There was in excess of a 100 masked people there and they easily fit into the Great Hall. Buffet Foods and hot meats with a masked cook in whites were one end of the room serving food. Tables and chairs were placed around the room where guests sat, ate, drank and stood chatting. Most of the chairs seemed to have padded arm rests that could be raised up if need be.
A live masked and formally dressed band was playing ballroom dance music the other end and some couples were dancing around the floor. Masked submissive waiters were carrying silver trays with wine and others with finger foods, serving and looking after the guests.
