Don't. What are those?”“Safe words,” I said as I stepped into the shed. It had a musty scent mixed with the sharp tang of oil. It was orderly. L...ght filtered through holes in the wooden walls and gaps of the planks. My gaze slid around it, searching for just the thing.A bright coil of orange robe. Not good hemp, but serviceable. I had studied this for years. Ever since I first came across bondage and BDSM. It had captured my imagination. I liked to picture the girls of Jane Austin being slowly. I give them permission to pleasure their selves at passerby’s requests. This month’s promotion is 0534. I do not give these subs names – Oh no! It would be dangerous, I might get attached. Why should society give them names? They are purely there for sexual gratification and sole use. 0534 is a newbie to my product range, damn she is hot, 34d breasts, tight looking body and god her pussy is damn tight! This particular day, many had stopped to leer at 0534. When I fetched her in, she was. John had cracked some bad jokes trying to ease the tension but I think only the alcohol was going to do that. Susan explained that all the men had to be in the hall fully dressed in their costumes for 7pm, were we would be each given a number. All the women had to make their way to the main bar where they would each pick a number out of a hat and that number would be their first dance with the guy who had the matching number. Back at the room I raised my concerns with Anna about this. How will this work?I will leave this story on Private until November 1st whereupon I will switch it over to Public. Chaos shall ensue for the month of November (or, if my previous attempt at community writing is any indication, almost nothing will ensue) then on December 1st I will switch it back to Private and the story will remain closed forever more. It will be something of a 2019 time capsule buried in the Chyoa archives. If this takes off perhaps it will become something we do every.