The Blindfold

My cheeky fishnet coat and a pair of black platforms was all that prevented me from appearing natural to my companion. I stood there my hand gently caressing her shoulder as she opened the door. She took my hand and guided me into the room.

I stood in the centre of the room, waiting for the blindfold to be removed. The detail was as scant as the clothes covering my otherwise naturally firm body. My silky red hair flowed gracefully over my shoulders.

I stood there folding my arms and tapping my foot, the impatient look hiding a deal of nervous in trepidation. I trusted my companion; times were tough all I new was the money was good for this gig as I like to refer them as.


The lack of sight began heighten my remaining senses. I could smell her scent as she drifted back forwards across the room busily doing things. I could hear sounds of curtains being drawn. My skin began to firm up under the increasing level of eroticism.

Quite rare for a visit like this, but this was no normal gig. Prior to my arrival I received 5000 linden and a promise of more depending on my level of participation. The comment leaving me all the more intrigued.

I bowed my head slightly; I felt her breath on my back. Her comforting hands rested on my shoulders, a gentle kiss on the back of my neck, a whisper of reassurance and then she pulled the blindfold.

I was standing in the centre of a bright an elegant looking room. Darkish royal red curtains blocked the view from the windows in front of me. The wallpapering was light and creamy with golden floral emblems. A large black painted wooden frame bed with creamy coloured bedspreads and white pillows was directly to my left.

A set of room dividers to my right coming out from the doorway perpendicular to the wall hid the L shaped couch in the corner. In the far right corner in the adjacent from the couch was a large rosewood table.

She took my hand guided me to the couch. I sat down in the corner of the couch, she leant forward cupped my face and gave me a gentle kiss on my cheek, more reassurance.

My mind was thinking rich gentleman, with seemingly expensive appetite for company. She stepped away turned and walked around the divider to the door. Company had arrived. The door open, my excitement grew, but by the shuffle of feet on the carpet there was more than one gentleman.

I began to reassure myself now; nervous in trepidation began to show. She poked around the corner and stood in front of the table. Her outstretched hand motioned them to follow. Then one, two, three, four Oh my god to my surprise five gentleman stepped in my view.

Each one was dressed in suites, business men by the look and style of the suites, definitely Armani. There shoes removed, must have been at the door, my eyes glanced them over. I looked up my hands resting on my crossed legs; I was wondering who was more nervous.

One brave soul walked towards me, my eyes undressing him, and I liked what I saw. He stopped in front of me. His hand brushing the hair gently from my face, I looked up and smiled, my hand began to slide back a forward over his zipper. I could feel a growing presence. I could feel hands slipping my coat of my shoulders, a guy each side of me it seemed.

With two hands I undid his belt and helped his Armani trousers off exposing his naked manliness to me. I slipped my hand down his leg and gently caressed his joy to life. I moved closer my lips touching at first. I opened my mouth and slid him inside me.

My eyes closed, my intentions focus. I could feel a hand inside my leg. I was helped off the chair and onto the floor. My legs apart, I was kneeling my hand feeling his leg, I felt someone move underneath me.

My sense of being was questioned, was I on a cloud, I wouldn't have known from here on in. My inhibitions stripped off me one layer at a time.
Control, what control, I was being controlled, hands full I had no sense of direction.

I couldn’t see my companion but I could feel her presence, I was safe but drowning in a pool of eroticism. I was moved about, from the floor, couch, table, bed and back to the table. One by one I collected their scent and my partners dwindled away.

After the last man standing had exhausted himself of his lustful intentions I was left naked a spread all over the table. I turned my head towards the couch, my partners dressed again in their flashy Armani suites. They thanked my companion, each one walking past me a gentle caress and 400L thank you from each as they walked out the door.

I closed my eyes, breathing, collecting myself and my thoughts. I open my eyes again, ouch the pain. I lift my head what, where am I. I am covered in a white sheet. My legs feel like lead, my stomach hurts, I have a massive headache.

I place my head on the hospital pillow. I look to the door it’s closed; I see a silhouette of a lady through the small window covered by a piece of white paper. I hear Sami’s voice; I know my friends are outside. I hear the nurses Voice "I am sorry we are not letting visitors in", and “We have no idea what she has taken”.

My eyes feel heavy; I look to my side a plastic bag, its morphine. I trace the tube it’s leading to the button in my hand. "Press Press Press Press", I feel the drug flowing again, my eyes close, and I feel nothing. I see white and what web feet, I feel something preening my fur covered body.

Ahh I am a penguin, I am hallucinating, morphine does funny things.

Oz