Well.
Sir chuckled. “Pet play is quite popular. Especially in our circles.”
The man carried a bowl over to the sofa, then set it on the floor before he took a seat. At his instruction, the woman leaned down and began lapping at whatever was in the bowl. He proceeded to casually pet her as he struck up a conversation with Master Arlington.
“However, it’s not our thing,” Sir stated, clearly picking up on some of my tension. I did not want to be someone’s actual pet.
It all appeared relatively casual, as though their interactions weren’t forced. I wondered, if I went to their houses, if this was the way they lived on a regular basis.
Nonetheless, it made for some noteworthy observations.
•
A couple of hours passed while I made my way around the room. I was able to spend quite a bit of time with Kristen, watching the interactions between her and her submissive. Admittedly, I found it hot that he referred to her as “Mistress.” I’d spent my fair share of time with Tim and Kristen and never had he referred to her in such a manner, so it was different.
Not that I wanted to refer to her as such, but the dynamic between the two of them was not something I would’ve expected. Considering what I knew of her, and all the time we’d spent together, it still shocked me to see this side of her.
“If your tongue falls out of your mouth, that’ll be a symbol of disrespect,” Kristen said teasingly.
My gaze darted up to her face and I felt my blush creep up to my forehead. “I’m sorry. It’s just…weird.”
She laughed, waving her hand to encompass the room. “Weird is subjective, is it not?”
That made me chuckle because she was right. There were many types of kink and what was weird for one certainly wasn’t weird for another.
Someone whistled from the other side of the room and all eyes turned, including mine. I noticed Master Parker waiting for everyone to look his way.
“We will be opening gifts in ten minutes. So, please, grab your drinks and make your way into the living room.”
Gifts?
My eyes darted to the Christmas tree, but I didn’t notice any gifts there. However, I did notice that additional seating was being moved in and space was being cleared within the circle. Someone brought in a table and set it directly in the middle. It was similar to the table in the conference room at the office. Low to the ground but large enough for…someone to be laid out on it.
No one seemed concerned, so I tried not to be. If I was expected to have a gift for someone, then I was in some serious trouble. Figuring I wasn’t going to find out unless I asked, I made my way around the room in search of Master and Sir. I found them talking to Master Arlington in the kitchen. Both their eyes lifted when I walked into the room.
“Are you ready for gifts?” Sir asked, motioning me to join them.
“I’m not sure what it entails,” I admitted, glancing between them. “I didn’t bring a gift.”
Master smirked. “No worries, pet.”
There was a twinkle in his eyes that said I wasn’t completely understanding and he seemed to find it amusing.
Before I could ask, the three men started back to the living room, where everyone was already gathering around the table. I noticed the Doms were sitting in the chairs and the submissives were kneeling beside them. There was a group of unattached submissives also kneeling in a row in front of the tree.
When Master and Sir took their seats, they directed me to kneel before them. I did so without question, trying to take it all in and make sense of what was about to happen.
A few minutes later, the conversations died down and Ben appeared carrying a small glass bowl with sheets of paper folded inside.
“Every Dom shall choose a number. That will be the order in which the gifts are opened. Remember, you are only allowed fifteen minutes to open your gift, although ten minutes would be more appropriate if possible.”
Ben carried the bowl around, allowing the Doms to select. I noticed that Master did not pick a number, but Sir did.
Justin stood up and then, to my absolute shock, Ben knelt beside the chair Justin had vacated.
“Who has number one?” Justin asked, glancing from one Dom to the next.
“I do,” one of the men I didn’t recognize stated. He did not have a submissive with him.
“Congratulations, Master Edge. Since you’re rolling solo this time, feel free to select one of the gifts beside the tree.”
Again, I was trying to find these mysterious gifts he was referring to.
When Master Edge walked over, then held out his hand to a pretty blonde, it all clicked into place. We were the gifts.
