Jill had graduated front college last year. She was healthy looking, but did not have huge breast with a sumptuous booty. She had medium length hair, five foot six, and a B-cup.
She wrote an online blog and one day, after meeting a member of one of the local fertilities she wanted to write an exposé on that house. She arrived on a Friday night around eight pm dressed professionally.
Mystic, one of the members of the house answered to door wearing a toga. He gestured for her to come in and spoke softly. He lead her in down the entrance hall and around a corner.
She commented to him that she was there to interview the house president. He nodded, then pointed to a closet and told her she could hang her coat and dress in there.
Without thinking or really listening she took off her coat and hung it up, then removed her dress and hung it up as well. For some reason this made perfect sense. He pointed to a cubby and said that her toga chain and torc were in number twenty three. She could leave anything she wanted in the cubby, it would be secure.
The toga was a rectangle of fabric gathered in the center going through the two holes of an infinity symbol. She set that on her shoulder and put on the sturdy waist chain. She felt wrong wearing her bra as it did not look good with the toga, and so she took it off and put it in cubby 23. Next, her feelings followed and off came her panties and shoes. Those with her pocketbook also went into her cubby.
She took out her torc and caressed it lovingly like a long lost treasure. She was not sure why, but it made her feel warm and excited to put on. She found it had a pendent with a 23 clearly visible on it. She put it on with the opening in the back and the pendant in the front.
She shifted the fabric to cover her bottom and breasts, the closing the cabinet finding mystic behind the door. Her told her to turn around and he would fix her collar. She missed the word and knew he meant the torc. He tightened it enough to close it in the back, then gestured which way they were to go next.
Down the stairs in the back maybe two flights, clearly long stairs. Music was playing with a good drum beat, and unlike walking into most basements this one was decorated, lavish. There was a large yurt in the center and the floor covered in amazing carpets. Her heart was racing with excitement, she forced herself to remember that she was there to see the..?.. completely loosing her train of thought.
And they were entering the great tent. It was entirely lit by candle lanterns. The fragrance of the room was incense and something that made her body suddenly tingle.
Mystic led her to a man sitting on a carpeted dias and cushion.
"Twenty three is here to please you," he stated and again she heard the words but completely missed them, much like everything mystic had said since he greeted her at the door.
She realized that she had her eye on this man and had seen no one else walking through the tent. "The back of the toga is not supposed to be tucked in," he said with soft care in his voice, and what he said made total sense. "It should hang like a cape, " he continued and she untucked the back letting it hang like a cape.
Gesturing to the pillow between his feet, " sit here and let your eyes get used to the light." Without a thought she replied, yes, master." She heard what came out of her mouth, and it made no sense, but saying it ignited a cool blue fire tickling between her legs.
