For my fantasy I would need eight men or women to make me feel good. I opted out using any friends or acquaintances, as I didn’t want to be familiar...with anyone - anonymity was essential. So as I continued my normal social routines, I kept an eye open for potentials. I even got “lucky” one night, when I got ‘hit on’ by a woman. A Beautiful blue-eyed blonde. I let her play and flirt with me for a while, deciding to definitely let her be in my game. Slowly but surly I gathered a list of people. As I got near "Greetings, we are strangers in your land looking for our kin," I said in Gaelic facing one of the men, but addressing the three of them."Why do you talk in the language of the Ancients?" The taller of the three asked."That was the way I was taught to speak the language." You are welcome stranger, my name is Aldhelm, and my friends are Odda and Ricbert." The other two nodded as their names were mentioned."I am called Charlie and this woman is Mary." Come we were just returning to. I couldn't help let some fantasies run through my head about our new playroom. I knew Karen was nervous. She was worried about the CP and BDSM things that I was asking for. Worried about going too far or not being able to go far enough. I had done my best to reassure her that we could work together, build it up slowly, find the limits for us both. I had always loved a certain amount of pain, me it spanking or good thrashing with a belt, tawse or cane. I loved the shock and rush of adrenaline.. "If you need someone to talk to about it, you can always call me," I said softly.On the drive home, Beth seemed really chipper. She had one of those "cat that swallowed the canary" smiles."You seem to be getting along well with Brandy," said my loving wife. "That's great" she said, but something in her tone told me it wasn't great.Later on after dinner, we were lying in bed, and I could tell something was up.I decided to break the ice myself this time, since last time was so good."Go ahead.