Fet yeah!

“Ahh, yeah, I could go,” Maddie stumbled out her answer.

Larissa whooped in excitement. “You’re going to have so much fun! Everyone will love you.” Maddie was already wondering what she had gotten herself into. “I’ll pick you up, and we can go together. Hmmm, I’m going to have to come up with a name for you. You’re Italian, right? How about Bambina? Nah, not quite right. Bambi?”

Maddie didn’t know what Larissa was talking about. The Asian woman was having a full-on conversation with herself that Maddie barely felt a part of. Eventually, they agreed on a time that Larissa would come to Maddie’s house and make their way to the Fetlife event straight afterwards.

For the rest of the week leading into the weekend, Maddie felt a nervous knot in her stomach. She tried to distract herself the best she could. She even started to make herself a Tinder profile, but stopped when it came to putting up any pictures of herself. Did she post normal ones? Did she hide her face? Did she show some skin? Should they be sexy with a bit of cleavage or more? Who would take those? Should she take them herself or get someone else to? Maddie wished just then that she could ask Min for her help, but knew she couldn’t count on her best friend like that anymore.

A bundle of nerves, Maddie got ready for her outing with Larissa. She went through an easy dozen different outfits trying to find what to wear. Too conservative. Too skimpy. Not skimpy enough. Maddie tried to imagine what sort of thing Larissa might wear and went with that. A simple yellow dress was what she went with in the end. It made sure to hug her curves perfectly and ended just below her pert bum. It was sexy but not too showy, which was the look Maddie was going for.

Maddie heard a knock at her door just as she was checking her makeup in the mirror and went to let Larissa in.

“Hey!” the two girls exclaimed as they hugged in greeting and gave each other an enthusiastic kiss on the cheek.

“Ah, good idea,” Larissa said as she took a step back to look at Maddie’s outfit. “Wear something old so it doesn’t matter if you get covered in spunk.”

Maddie was instantly put back; her dress was nearly new and one she particularly liked, having only worn it once before. Larissa, in comparison, was dressed in a bright red two-piece top and skirt that looked like it was made of patent leather. All the better to wipe off any “spills”, Maddie guessed.

Collecting her purse, Maddie followed out to the street where Larissa had parked. The lights flashed, and the doors unlocked to Larissa’s old model convertible Saab. It was a nice car if getting up in years. Maddie had no idea of the price but guessed it must have cost a pretty amount back in its day. Maddie had no idea what Larissa did for work just then and wasn’t sure it would be polite to ask.

“So, what goes on at these things?” Maddie asked once they were underway.

“Everything and anything. All sorts of different kinks, really,” Larissa said, not providing much information.

“And that’s what you’re into?”

Larissa shrugged. “I wouldn’t say I’m the kinkiest person out there. I’m not about to get hooked through the skin and hung up like some people. But I like the freedom and lack of inhibitions that come with these sorts of people.”

Larissa sure didn’t have any inhibitions, Maddie thought. She’d surprised her ex and her with Paul after all, in what she’d thought was just going to be a threesome. At the thought of Paul, a tingle went through her body, followed by a warm glow that could only be the first stage of arousal.

The drive to the event was shorter than Maddie had been expecting. Not that she had been expecting anything really. They followed one of the major roads out of the CBD, across the river and then turned off soon afterwards. Larissa drove them to an industrial area amongst a number of warehouses and then stopped outside what looked like any other business besides a string of twinkling fairy lights in the curtained-off windows. There were maybe 30 to 40 cars parked there already. Maddie counted as the pair of girls got out and headed to the door of the nondescript office annex.

A bell jangled as Larissa led them in. Inside was a standard receptionist’s area. Half a dozen people stood mingling and talking. The only thing that looked out of place was a large security guard who reminded Maddie of Kingpin out of Spiderman. He must have weighed 3 or even 4 times Maddie’s own body weight.

“Heya Hellcat!” one of the men who’d been talking greeted the new arrivals.

“Hi Void,” Larissa said back and came and gave the man a hug.

“And who’s?” Void asked, looking at Maddie. “Did you bring us fresh meat?”

“This is Pollita,” Larissa introduced Maddie.

“Ahh, hi everyone,” Maddie responded shyly now that she was here.

“Girls go on in free,” a second male in the group told Maddie as Larissa said goodbye to the lurkers in the lobby, telling them she’d see them inside later.”

Maddie felt dwarfed by the security guard as Larissa and she passed him. The door to the inner confines of the meeting opened, and the sounds of upbeat electronic music reached Maddie’s ears. Maddie recognised it as Basement Jaxx right away.

“Hey, Hellcat,” A man in a leather gimp mask, leather chest straps and a tiny pair of black leather shorts said hello to Larissa as he walked past them.

“Hi, Manfucker,” Larissa said in return.

He didn’t stop to talk to the two women any further, so Maddie leaned over and had to ask, “Why’s his name Manfucker?”

“Because he fucks men,” Larissa answered so matter-of-factly it seemed obvious as to be stupid that Maddie had even bothered asking.

“And Pollita?”

“It’s like a baby chicken just hatching. It’s cute. Like you. I thought it would suit you.”

Maddie felt a swelling of admiration and pride just then. The name did suit her.

Following Manfucker, a dozen or more men came up to Larissa one after another in groups of two and three. Each of them switched quickly from Larissa to Maddie, giving her very blatant looks up and down, ogling her. Maddie began to feel like the fresh meat the person outside had called her. Maddie tried to smile confidently at the forward men as they offered to show her around one after another. Did Pollita need a private tour of the rooms, perhaps?

Maddie tried to get a good look around her at the space as she fended off invites. The room was a large open space with maybe 8 doors leading to different areas. Some open, some closed. Two she noticed had a red light and a green light above each of them separately. On opposite sides of this large communal area were a pair of performance areas. To Maddie’s left was a large upright bondage restraint in the shape of an X. A man was cuffed, splayed out, face-first, to the soft, padded leather surface as a short, diminutive woman in a dangerously spiked brassiere used a riding crop to strike at his already red and lashed buttocks. The man was letting out a groan of pleasured pain each time he was struck. To the other side of the room was a woman slowly being hoisted to the ceiling in an incredibly intricate series of knots tied in glossy red rope. The woman was naked, besides the rope, and her toes almost touched the back of her head; she was bound that tightly in reverse.

“Oh, I just saw someone I need to see,” Larissa told Maddie suddenly, and then she was off, leaving Maddie with a tightening circle of men closing in around her.

Maddie felt a rising current of panic begin inside her as she was all alone in such a strange place. Her beating heart nearly jumped out of her chest as she felt something hard press in between her butt cheeks just then and dive in towards her tightly puckered anus. Maddie shrieked and jumped, turning around to face what had just assaulted her starfish. A woman in an old English matron’s uniform held the reins to six “dogs” on leads before her. Each of the animals was a man in a dog mask.

“No! Bad dog,” the matron shouted at her pets before her and then yanked back on the leash of the one Maddie guessed had just tried to sniff her butt. “I’m sorry. He’s new to puppy play and isn’t trained properly yet. Here give him a wack with this.”

The woman held a rolled-up newspaper out for Maddie that she guessed she wanted her to hit the misbehaving puppy with. Maddie took it but was hesitant to actually use it on another human being.

“Go on,” the trainer nodded encouragingly.

Maddie scrunched her face as she lifted her arm to deliver the smack to the bad doggy. She clipped him around the ears, and he let out a yip of an animal. The other five dogs started to bark and sit up and beg obediently, and Maddie thought they too wanted to be smacked by her hand.

It was too weird for her. Larissa was gone, and she was surrounded by leering guys offering private play in a secluded room each. Not to mention the puppy pack begging at her feet. She’d slip back outside to the entrance and order herself an Uber home to get away from this. Larissa would probably never even notice she’d gone.

“Everyone, clear away. Give her some space. This is her first time, and you’re freaking her out,” a strong, authoritative voice called out from behind and instantly everyone began to slink away. The puppies are led away by their handler to another corner of the room.

Turning, Maddie recognised instantly the tall blonde figure of Paul. Maddie felt instant relief and reached out to hug him tightly. “Paul!”

Paul enveloped Maddie with his strong arms, and she felt any fears or nerves she had drifting away. Her body moulding to his long frame. It felt so good. So reassuring. So… the soft flame of yearning inside her began to crackle into life.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here to greet you. What was Larissa thinking, leaving you alone here without bringing you along to a munch first?” Paul scolded.

“That’s ok. I wasn’t worried.” Maddie lied. She didn’t want Paul to think she was overawed in this setting. She wanted Paul to think she was thrilling and exciting. She suddenly remembered she’d called him Paul. “Shoot! I used your real name. I’m not meant to, I think.”

Paul patted Maddie’s hands in his now that they had relaxed from their embrace. “Paul is fine. No one really calls me Draugr here anyway. False names are more for newbies until they decide whether they want to be a part of things or not.”

“Oh, Larissa used Hellcat, is all.”

“That’s more her nature,” Paul said politically, and Maddie easily got his meaning. She lived up to the Hellcat moniker.

Maddie nodded in agreement, then asked, “Did I drag you away from something?” She hadn’t seen Paul when she’d first walked in. He must have come out of one of the rooms. What could this tall hunk of man have been involved in? Maddie desperately wanted to know more about him and his interests.

“I was filling in for the DM until he arrived. He was running a bit late this evening.”

“Dungeon Master?” Maddie enquired. She’d heard of the initials being used in Dungeons and Dragons before, but that was it.

“Dungeon Monitor,” Paul explained. “We make sure people are behaving. Respecting the performer's boundaries. Making sure consent is explicit in the red room.”

Maddie guessed the red room was the one with the red light above its entrance.

“Would you like me to show you around? Larissa should have really given you a tour at the very least. It’s a bit much to just drop you in. I’d understand if you want to get out of here.” Paul’s offer felt much more genuine than the other guys, who had felt just like a strategy to get her somewhere secluded and into her clothes.”