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Okay, I really need to stop staring.

Or stop getting caught, at least.

It’s just… hard to look away.

Plus, no one seems to mind… being looked at.

I mean, I guess that’s the point of allowing yourself to be put in such a… vulnerable position in a public place.

To be looked at.

To… be an object of everyone’s desire.

No control over who’s looking or… what happens to you.

It’s all so mesmerizing…

“Hey, I’m going to run to the bathroom.

I’ll come find you guys.”

I really wasn’t prepared for how elaborate this all would be.

I wouldn’t say I’m underdressed or anything, but damn… some of these people look like they’ve been working on their outfits all year.

The light in here is dim… red…

Everyone’s faces obscured by shadows.

I feel sexy in the darkness.

There’s an excitement in the air here like everyone’s waiting for something to happen.

To be honest, Ash kind of did a shit job at preparing us for what a ‘new year’s fetish ball’ would be like.

Apparently, this party is legendary in the kink community because the host goes all out and hires all these performers and brings in a bunch of dungeon equipment.

It’s such a Leo move to take your vanilla friends to a kink party.

Well, I guess I’m not vanilla.

Just… inexperienced.

God, this place is huge… like a giant industrial cavern.

I don’t know how I’ll ever find my friends again, to be honest.

I could use a break from the crowd for a few minutes.

Just a quick breather.

There’s a spot available on that couch, but it’s a tight fit with those two women.

“Hey, um, do you mind if I sit here for a minute?”

“Not at all, go ahead.”

Mm, it’s nice back here, not too many people.

I tend to gravitate towards places like this at parties.

Little refuges away from all of the people and excitement.

I take a moment to look around and… something catches my eye.

That woman by the bar.

She’s kneeling in front of another woman sitting at the bar, her back straight, just… waiting to be told what to do.

She’s completely naked except for a pair of sheer lace panties and burgundy leather thigh and wrist cuffs.

Being exposed like that…

in public.

It’s…

It’s an exciting thought.

“Pretty, isn’t she?”

“What?

Oh…

yeah, she is.”

“And very well trained by the looks of it.”

A little wave of… something goes through me.

That word, trained, it’s… I don’t know.

It does something to me.

I can’t tell if you two are dating or… what.

You’re both head to toe in black, sitting close together, but not overly affectionate.

Maybe you’re just friends.

“You’re not alone here tonight, are you?”

“Oh, no, my friends are… somewhere.

I just needed a little air.”

“I don’t blame you.

I’ve never seen so many people at one of Mia’s parties.”

“Mia?”

“The host, yeah.

She’s kind of a big deal in the kink world.

Are you…?”

“Yeah, I…

I mean, sort of.

I’ve experimented.

But this is my first time somewhere… like this.”

“Well, first time for everything, right?”

I feel two pairs of eyes trace down my body.

It feels good, but now I wish I had worked a little more on my outfit.

You both just sort of… exude confidence.

I’m not sure what it is, but… I like it.

“So, any resolutions for the new year?”

“Oh, god, I haven’t even thought about it.”

“You’re not much of a resolutions type, huh?”

“I don’t know, I mean I get why people are so into it.

I just don’t want to set the year up for disappointment by making a promise I won’t keep.”

“Fair enough.

I like that.”

“I mean, I have goals, I guess.

But I don’t really feel the need to be super structured about it.”

“Well, what’s one of your goals?”

“Trying to say ‘yes’ to more things.”

“Ooh.

That’s a good one.

Brave of you.”

“Why is that?”

“Well, sounds like you’ll be doing a lot of things you wouldn’t normally do.”

“Yeah.

Well, I, um, I don’t necessarily see anything wrong with that.”

“Come upstairs with us.”

You both exchange a look and then turn your gaze back at me.

The hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

What exactly are you asking me…?

I look back and forth between you both.

It’s rare that I get hit on like this, by someone so… forward.

It’s also rare I get hit on by two women at once.

“Okay.”

I can’t tell if my heart is beating faster or if the bass of the music is just getting stronger.

I don’t really know what I just signed up for, but… I don’t really care.

There’s something so deviant about this whole situation.

The fact that we don’t even know each other’s names…

that we just met not even five minutes ago and I’ve just agreed to… I don’t know what.

“Nice, the chair is available.”

“Oh… wow…”

The vibe is so much calmer upstairs.

It’s still public, though.

And anything we do will be in full view of the crowd below us or any of the handful of people milling about up here.

All along the back wall are rows of paddles… floggers… coils of rope… cuffs and chains.

There’s a sex swing in the corner and a spanking horse in the middle of the room where a man is bent over and cuffed, his bare ass in full view as another guy circles around him with a paddle in hand.

Facing the balcony overlooking the dance floor below is a simple wooden chair bolted to the ground.

“So, you said you’ve experimented with this kind of stuff before?”

“Yeah, just a little.

I, um… I really like being… restrained.”

“Okay, well, we can go slow.

You can pick out what you want us to use and… we’ll go from there.”

I make my way to the wall, taking in the colorful textures and materials of every toy as I pass by.

I try to imagine what kind of sensation each one would bring…

The tickler… the flogger… the paddle…

The ropes look soft, silky almost, and my whole body reacts at the thought of being bound to the chair in them.

I grab two of the coils and the feather tickler.

“Mm, good choices.

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