These Happened in March of 05. I figured I would start with this as a test post...
The Blushing Kef
I sat in a corner of the car on this cold spring evening, and listened to my Master talk about his interest for tonight. I half-heartedly smiled as thedrizzling rain marked the beating of my heart; my mind screamed, “What are youdoing”. Here I was making my first journey to a tavern party. The very thought sent chills down my spine. I have spent years preparing myself for this moment, the fear colliding with elation of the anticipation. Master turned onto the darkstreet, and though I have made this trip many times the road seemed different.The trees extended their branches towards our car, as if to consume my very core. I closed my eyes and allowed my memory to fade back a few days. I was there sitting at the computer when the reminder popped up. My heart skipped abeat, but as I turned my head I told myself that I was simply being foolish. That little yellow sticky that stared back at me saying “The Blushing Kef” wouldn’t leave. I took a moment to read over the rules one more time. As delusional as I had been with my past online and BDSM experiences, I wanted so much to be a pleasing slave to my Master. I knew part of that meant being well knowledgeable in the rules and the expectations of myself. I slowly allowed my mind to compartmentalize the information in front of me, sifting out that which I need to apply to this very night. I looked fondly over at Master, and tried to remind myself that new experiences had to be new at some point.You may ask yourself what is there to be scared of. We aren’t on Gor, there are no slave goads or urts to kill or harm us. But I was still fearful, for rumors spread like wildfire and the warnings in your belly should never go ignored. Would I make a fool of myself? Would I spill Master’s drink? Would I get into afight with a girl? Would I run away scared? Would Master disappear into a darkcorner with some slut? Would I be found pleasing? If so, would the Masters remember that a slave loves validation and reinforcement? All these questions ran through my head as we pulled in the driveway, there was no turning back now. I looked up from my thoughts just in time to see a bubbly little slave pop out the front door. I smiled; she was definitely a happy site to see. Her chestnut hair bouncing as she made her way to Master’s door. I took one last lingering ook at Master, as he stepped out of the car, and made my way out of the vehicle. Master started walking down the driveway, and I hurried to follow with food in hand. A mostly naked girl opened the front door, and we both stepped inside. We paused in the entranceway, and just as I started feeling the walls closing in a familiar girl asked to take my food so I could get ready. I was relieved that someone saw my uneasiness and made the step to get the ball rolling. I sighed, turned left and hurried down the hall to change. One of the girls confirmed with me were I was going to change, and where to put my belongings. I hurryingly slide off my clothes, exposing the tenderfolds of my alabaster skin. The feeling of lace boy shorts slide around my intimate womanly folds, and I stuffed everything into the bag I brought and trotted down the hall. After stuffing my belongings under the table, along with Master’s jacket, I took one last deep breath. “The events of the night all start at this moment,” I told myself.My skin tingled with overwhelming anticipation as I stood just feet from my Master, on the other side of the wall. My heart picked up speed as I slowly walk into the room. His blue eyes met mine, I shuddered, and he smiled. What anintoxicating game we played such intensity in those eyes. I knew at that moment he was pleased, I could have cried. I trailed past him to a certain merchant, and lowered myself in a nervous nadu before him. Then, of course, I made my first mistake for the night. When humbling before a Master with your presence a slave should never use his name to speak to him. Though I have been informed of this previously, it is an online habit I can’t seem to overcome. Thankfully, the Master was very understanding. After a brief, in-depth, look at my attire I was sent to the slave master. So off I went. A relaxing exchange with the slavemaster informed me of all the requirements for my first party. I was “marked”with a gold and white ribbon around my neck, and sent off to find my Master. As I turned I noticed he was heading out the door, off to converse with an interesting Master, while he partakes of his cigarette. That was about the time I noticed the other Masters in the room. I noticed each man’s demeanor…. strong, self-assured, and calm. I felt myself blush, and that was when I looked for a place to hide. No such luck, so I made my way outside. I smiled to both the Masters and one of the girls, before asking my Master if he required my service. That is when the chill of the winds it me. It was definitely a cold night, beckoning my body to respond. My nipples perked, I let out a slow breath, and watch my Master enjoy my torment before he released me back inside. Which is where I waited, chatting a bit, until he returned. Upon Master’s return, I knelt at his feet while he conversed with the newly arrived Masters. He leaned down and petted my head, releasing a soft purr, to calm my racing thoughts. After a while the men started taking comfortable places to lounge. Refreshments were refilled and served along with a portion of food. Slaves were invited to linger longer, purring and coos echoed and mingled with husky conversation. I took the time to gain my balance, and snag a bit to eat.Time seemed to drift away, that was when one of my favorite musicians pulled out his drum. Drums appeared, shakers started to intertwine with the rhythm. I kneeled and watched the girls’ sway back and forth, slowly moving into the dancing circle. About half way through a few songs Master looked off into the group and said, “Where’s Hana? I don’t see Hana dancing.” So off I went,wiggling and sauntering to the music. I closed my eyes and allowed the rhythm to take hold of me. For the first time I felt at peace, for there where 9 othergirls dancing. To my surprise, when I opened my eyes all the girls had trailed out and there I was alone in the middle. I think I dropped my jaw and started trying to edge out of the circle. A certain merchant caught my inching and started chanting “Woo hoo Hana. Dance Hana”. That started a wave of chants and encouragement, so I danced. I danced past a merchant, deeply concentrating on the rhythm he was trying to make. I danced wantonly for him, hips rocking suggestively. I met eyes with my Master who seemed on edge waiting. Than it happened, the merchant proclaimed his lost of rhythm. My Master highfived with the scribe next to him enjoying the moment when Master was declared winner of the game they were playing. I giggled; it was a fun game my Master wanted me to partake in. Unfortunately, my asthma got the best of me not much later and I had to take a rest. The time drifted on a bit, I sat back and watched all the movement. A seductive girl found her way to the center alone,she entranced the crowd. She performed with grace and beauty, I knew she would for we belly dance together in class. There was a time that the drums played without background music, and the girls danced again. Some time later, my favorite belly dancer entered the center of the circle. What fluent movements she made, everyone was in awe of her performance. As the beauty danced, Master invited an eager little slut close to him. Her well-mannered attitude mixing with the delicious way she curved towards him invited him to wrap his arms around her waist to pull her close. I relaxed between Master’s extended legs while she arched her body towards his side. I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. This would be the first time I have seen Master enjoy someone else. I definitely wasn’t prepared; I had no idea how to respond so I just lay there in his one arm and watched the tantalizing dancer. After the dancing was done all the girls where called to the center. We faced back to back in a circle. The curved beauty at my Master’s side scooted into the center. We were going to play a game, a game that would take my mind of the insecurities of the unknown that was coming. The girl in the center was to say a phrase, us girls where to repeat it, and the Masters had the moment to respond. Lastly, the Masters moved clockwise until the last girl. The phrases were normal ones: Yes Master, Can I serve you Master, How may this slut please you Master, may this slut cum, etc. I truly enjoyed the time. Next, we separated into two lines of 5 girls each. We ran through the paces, and I thought I would complete screw up. I think I did well, I only forgot once, so I took a guess. When slave lips came along, I waited for Master to come release me. I started peaking out of the corner of my eye, “where was he?” I asked myself. As he came around the girls he smiled, saying something about it being way far from where he was. He placed a precious kiss on my lips, I wanted more but he parted from me. I smiled with what I was given. As we finished the remainder of the positions the girls started dispersing. I slowly got up from where I was, and turned around seeing my Master enveloped with the wiggling girl from before. I was in shock, and lost at what to do next. Was I to go find something else to do? Was I to wait here and wonder? Was I to go over and beg to join in? Master must have read my panic because he called me over, and the sweet thing in his lap nudged me to lay my head on her stomach. I let out a breath and tried to get a hold of my confusion. It took a few minutes, but when Master invited me to turn over I was overwhelmed with wanting to join in the fun. As I was allowed, I reached in and pressed my lips on one of her nipples. A shiver ran down my spine, hmmmmmmmm heaven. My whole head was consumed with teasing this beauty. It was hard to hold back from where my lips wanted to go. My breath was overwhelmed with the ecstasy rising.Master mentioned something about a massage at some point later. After having it set, and him turning to go down the hall, I was again at a lost. Should I go to? Should I assume I am invited to the intimate time between the two of them? Where am I to go if I don’t get invited? As I was watching Master torment a slave who had been bound by her Master, these questions ran through my mind. His blue eyes turned towards me as he began to walk down the hall, he must have seen my confusion because thankfully he called me down the hall. We entered a back alcove, I kneeled while she undressed him and Master lay down on the pillows. She invited me to get some lotion and do a double massage, but never having done such I stumbled at how to even start or where to sit. Eventually, I work out rubbing his neck and shoulders while she lingered over the rest of him. We talked and laughed, enjoying the moment. When it was done she was excused, Master and I spent some intimate time together before heading back out to the crowd.We mingled a bit more, before Master was invited to play a game of Kaissa with the hand some musician. I held Master’s drink and moved the hookah mouth pieceback and forth between the Masters. A merchant behind me, who was getting a foot massage from a very lovely girl, began to converse between the three of us. It was a great change, to be able to serve in two ways, while relaxing next to my Master. Eventually I became more and more comfortable at what I was doing, and where I was. I went down the hall and changed, the girl of the house allowed meto borrow one of her scarves and I choose a soft blue one. After asking Masterif it was ok to take my bottoms off, I slowly removed them, placing them into my bag. The nervous tingles made me shiver and moisten my interior folds slightly.I blushed at the thought, kneeling beside Master again. I felt his eyes travel lower appraising the gentle swell of my full breasts and inwardly I cursed my body as it betrayed my physical reaction. I knew he noticed my nipples harden, and element of fear crept through me as helifted the thin material to show my bareness underneath. The merchant in view took a look and smiled. I could have died right there! Master continued with his game, eventually over taking the musician, and I continued to blush. There was a moment, somewhere between, that the merchant sent me to armoire. I went curiously, there inside was a strip of slave silk in red and a leather thong. I brought both items to the merchant, he told me how to place them and began to taunt me about how I was going to wear that and only that at the next party. I let out a slow breath, and simply smiled. I truly wonder how my first night unmarked will go. I daydreamed awhile, placing the items back where they belonged, lingered with Master awhile. Then it was time to go.I rounded up our stuff, changed my clothes, lingered in good byes, grabbed our dish of food, and found our way out the door. We entered the car and I took a great breath of relief. I had survived! As we pulled away Master said something that made me laugh. He said “You know I took a look at the house on our way out.Looking at it, doesn’t give any hint of the half naked girls inside. For, afterall, it looks like all the other houses.” I chuckled and agreed, and we pulled out into the night.
Hana
