Page 85 of Five Days to Be Mine

Over there is a woman with her hands tied behind her back, licking her plate.

It’s a huge kink party with food and the place buzzes.

Evan escorts me to a table tucked in the corner at the back.

I have a pretty good vantage point from here, and I can see a woman sitting on a queening chair.

To her left is a spanking bench and a bondage table.

Those are empty, for now.

A server comes by, touching Evan’s arm. “Mr. Brennon, Chef wanted to see you.”

“Thanks Dawn. Are you okay here?”

“Yes.” And I realize it’s true. I’m still smiling hugely, delighted to be part of this scene.

“I’ll have Dawn bring you a drink, with a straw.” Evan chuckles, leans down for a quick kiss.

I settle against the chair, trying to soak up all the details, but it’s almost impossible to catalogue.

Across the room, there are three tables.

One woman is tied to the chair with intricate ropes, while one man is dotting her breasts with some kind of sauce. Another man is licking it off of her.

At the second table, two men are staring intently at each other, their hands wrapped around each other’s glass, entwined. A moment of pure intimacy that has my breath caught in my throat.

The table next to them, a woman in a corset with a long red braid down her back, is sitting as her partner feeds her forkfuls.

There is mingling across the room, a group that knows each other, and people trying bites off of each other’s plates.

When I was here that first night I met Evan, it was close to Christmas and though the atmosphere was fun, it was nowhere as electrifying as it is tonight.

My senses are on overload trying to watch every interaction that is unfolding. It’s like trying to touch air.

“Here you are.” Dawn places a drink in front of me.

Something with lots of ice and a straw.

I lean forward, take a sip,the bubbles fizzle pleasantly on my tongue; I taste cranberry and lemon and whatever the drink is, it’s pleasant.

The thing that kept me coming back to the lifestyle was freedom.

It was the dangled promise of people being what they wanted to be and consensually engaging in activities that brought them pleasure.

I kept coming, hoping to find one ounce of joy that the guests in this restaurant are experiencing tonight.

And after all my horrible hook-ups, I’m here as the owner’s guest.

I’m waiting for him, my large breasts exaggerated in front of me, and my body doesn’t feel too big.

I’m not trying to shrink into the space I am taking up.

I’m sitting here, looking pretty, accepting it, eagerly waiting for more.

“There’s my princess.” Evan appears beside me, setting down a plate.

The heated once over he gives me makes me throb. I shift, super aware that I am not wearing panties.

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