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whip.  Her ass was already bright red, yet the sounds
of sweet of satisfaction flowed from her lips as he continued to strike her. 
On the couch just behind Amanda was a woman with her wrists and ankles bound
and high in the air while another woman greedily licked between her legs. 
Behind her was a man buried deep within her.  All the while Amanda, Don and Graham
acted as if it wasn’t taking place.
    I have that deer in the headlights look plastered upon my
face, and I think the three of them took a tremendous amount of pride in my
naivety.
    “See something you like?” Graham asked.
    Wow.  Talk about information overload.  I squeezed his arm
tightly, and stared into his eyes searching for some kind of handle to grab
hold of.  “I…”
    “It’s a little overwhelming… right?”  He turned to Don and
Amanda, “Excuse us, please.”
    I followed him blindly, still scanning the room with
amazement as I watched full blown acts of sex playing out right in front of me
as he guided me to a secluded corner of the room.  There he helped me down onto
a couch for me to gather my bearings.  He took my drink and placed it on the
coffee table with his.  “You okay?”
    “Yeah… just a lot to process.  I can’t believe all these
people.”
    “Remember, don’t judge.  For most it’s about a journey of
sexual exploration.”
    I laughed, shaking my head from side to side.  I could never
do all that in front of other people.  I feel like they’re all staring at me.”
    “Tell you what.  Why don’t we start with something simple.”
    “I…”
    “Come on.  You wanted to know.  Trust me.  Just say the word
‘stop,’ and that will be the end of it
    Graham waved his hand at one of the waitresses.  She, like
all the rest, was pretty much nude for the entire world to see.  This young red
head, however, was wearing an intricately woven rope body harness, and to be
perfectly honest the knots were amazing.  “Sir?”
    “Bring me one blindfold.”
    “Yes, Master,” she said.
    “Wait a minute!” I exclaimed.
    “Trust me, Elizabeth.  Just try this.  I’m sure you’ll like
it.”
    The waitress promptly returned and handed the blindfold to
him, and stood there staring at me with the slightest grin on her face.  “Will
that be all, Master?”
    “For now.  Thank you.”  He turned to me.  “Lean forward.”
    I hesitated, not seeing any possible way this was going to
end well.  With strong hands he pulled the leather blindfold over my eyes, and
tightly cinched the strap behind my head.  His hands were steady and measured,
and I gripped his wrists as he situated the mask.
    “Now Elizabeth, the purpose of this blindfold is simple.  I
am taking away one of your senses, and now you must rely on the four remaining
to enjoy this little experiment.”
    I admit that not having to look at people staring at me did
give me a sense of privacy, and I can feel my body tingle all over with
anticipation.  Will he touch me?  Kiss me?  I can smell his cologne now, and in
the background the dull murmur of voices seems somewhat louder, but as if I
wasn’t even in the room.
    The pads of his fingertips feel like fire against my skin,
and although the blindfold is tight I can see straight down at the tops of my
breasts as his hand slowly slides between them.  They’re long, manicured, and
thick, and the wisps of jet black hair on the back of his hand perfectly accent
the golden bronze skin.  The image is burning through my mind, and the heat of
his palm warms my right breast as he squeezes.  His other hand is deeply buried
far below, inside me and I imagine what it must look like there.  Trust, he
said, over and over, and I’m concentrating on that word alone as he gently
releases me.  I feel the five o’clock shadow of his chin scrape lightly against
the nape of my neck, and know he’s leaving a mark.  It’s not painful, but
somewhat complimentary to the blaze burning within me.  I hadn’t expected