Come upstairs, SlaveDarling. It's time for you and Robyn to practice." Th-thank you, M-Mistress," I gasped, lowering myself to the floor.Obediently I ...riggled upstairs for Practice. Grace led the way, and Icouldn't help but stare from my low vantage point at her shapely,pantied rear. And think about how brightly red my own bottom must beglowing as I swished along.This Practice was something that, so far, I had been unable to figureout. Twice a day, for a few hours at a time, the girls put Robyn. ? Martin came down from the podium and walkedover to a tall woman wearing a long green evening gown, and a cat?s mask. ?Congratulations,? he said. ?You have wonthe right to light the fire and get the festivities under way.? With this Martin escorted the lady to thebarbeque pit and stood by as she placed her fingers on the ignition switch.With an unseen smile, her finger pressed, and a single click filled the nightair. Almost immediately the gas fuelled flames bounded into life, and the redand. I walked around the stage, attempting a strut, but perhaps falling a little short of any impersonation of supreme confidence. As I walked around, I played with the handcuffs, twirling them around, and pulling at them, pretending that my hands were trapped in them. As I passed several tables, I was mildly shocked at some of the suggestive comments that were being sent my way by seemingly respectable ladies. Finally arriving in front of Rachel, I played with the handcuffs for a few more moments,. I hadn't heard that term in over six years. It was before I'd met Mary Beth, back in my days as a carefree single guy. It referred to a practice of mate swapping that we did back then. A bunch of couples would all form a circle, hence the term, "the round." Anyway, we'd dance for one hour, in a very dimly lit room, changing partners constantly. Whoever you were dancing with when the lights came on, you went home and had sex with. Most of the couples involved didn't survive.It was a great thing.