Another strange dream takes you....

Just like last night, as you drift off into sleep, strange thoughts and dreams take hold of you. You roll over and your face screws up as you enter a similar nightmare to last night -- once again, it feels less like an imagined dream and more like a memory, and once again it comes to you in the form of noblewoman Bonnie Beaumont, the Lady Bonfire. This feels really weird....

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Another house party. But this time, you're in much higher spirits. Your heart hammers excitedly deep in your bosom as you quickly trot towards the manor's large double doors, your shoes clopping loudly against the marble floor of your vast foyer, ready to welcome the first arrivals.

Ordinarily, your guest list would comprise all manner of nobles, celebrities, and otherwise wealthy or presently-important folk. It was a way to get as many faces into your house as possible, in the hopes that you'd be able to find somebody to hook up with. But this time, you were far more discerning with the list, and in fact spent the last week excitedly researching the local upstarts to best find the one who suits your desires. Many hours were spent in the manor's upstairs study, scouring articles and newsletters, searching for the primate candidate.

You open the double doors and greet your first four arrivals -- all long-time friends, all partnered up with one another. This is the case for the entire guest list -- old friends and frequent visitors who will not flirt with any but the one they came with. That is, the entire guest list except for one. The candidate you picked, the one who has you so excited. The one who your heart hammers in anticipation for, and who you have frequently touched yourself to the thoughts of on previous nights leading up to this day.

Arthur Cardwind. A wrestler. Not the sort who would usually make even the expanded list, but a popular celebrity nonetheless, whose invitation can be disguised by the fact that he just recently emerged as the victor of a massive tournament in the area. A big muscly man who has never tasted defeat in his professional career. And, no doubt, a man who will swiftly and eagerly take to your advances as his opportunity to break into the nobler crowd and enter a higher class.

More guests arrive over the next several minutes, and you show them all to the ballroom, letting them feast on whatever food and drinks they choose from the long table. But your mind is squarely on Arthur Cardwind throughout.

On a previous day, your excitement might be at the prospect of finally getting a sure shot at a laying. But today, you have no intentions of giving yourself over to him. You're chasing that thrill you felt at your previous party, when you were able to control Lord Harville so easily, and batter him with your plentiful bust. You did not pick Cardwind simply for his assured eagerness to respond to your advances, for if that was the only qualifier then there are certainly plenty that would not ordinarily make your guest list who would suffice. You picked Cardwind because of how it made you feel each time you imagined treating him exactly as your did the once-Lord Harville.

Your breath comes shorter the more you think on it, so for now, you do your best to push it to the side. The thrill will come later. Cardwind eventually arrives, and throughout the night, you treat him almost like a guest of honour -- hanging around him at the dances, wrapping yourself around his strong arm and pressing your substantial breasts against his bicep as you happily introduce him to your noble friends. At first he seems surprised, likely expecting his invite to be a somewhat automated one and the house party to be one where he would need to do a good job of selling himself to the higher class guests, but as the night goes on he relaxes into it more. Arrogance. He feels as though it's only natural to be treated like this by a woman such as you. You bite your bottom lip at the thought, looking up at him with gleeful, cunning eyes as he shakes hands with your guests.

For their part, your other noble guests notice your actions around Cardwind as well. Many of them seem quite happy to see you like this, fussing over a man who does nothing to reject your advances. Your friends have always been rather supportive. But they have no idea what you have planned.

It's after a post-dinner dessert of cakes and bonbons that you at last make your move. Naturally, you had him sit beside you the entire dinner as you chatted and spoke to the rest of the present nobility. Throughout, you were sure to keep his wine glass topped up to get him tipsy and drunk, and towards the end your hand found its way creeping onto his muscular thigh to rub and massage at it.

You had planned to wait until the end of the night, but you simply can't take it any longer. Your heart will burst! Confident that Cardwind is drunk enough as is, you step up out of your seat and pull him up by the wrist -- he follows without resistance, a sign of things to come which makes your breath catch in your chest. As the orchestra is setting up their instruments to perform, you lead him out towards the stairs and up to your room, waving quick goodbyes to your other guests as you go but not slowing to make your exit a more proper one. Your guests don't seem too offended, not least thanks to your red face and shortness of breath, and simply laugh to themselves at the sight of you two retreating up the stairs. Cardwind stumbles a bit, but makes it to your bedroom without much else slowing either of you.

The nobles left at the table turn to each other with happy smiles, and start quietly gossiping while the band finishes setting up to play.

"Did you catch that look on the Lady Bonfire's face?" One man asks a gentleman sat beside him, with a smirk. "She's been looking for a nice, dominant husband for a while now."

"Well, good for her! She deserves a man who'll take care of her. She's a lovely woman."

"What I wouldn't give to be him right now!" The man leans back in his chair. "Just picture that beautiful form, with softness bared, kneeling and servicing you."

"Eh, I think she'd be a bit too delicate for my tastes. Probably doesn't know her way about a cock, either."

"You're probably right." The man nods. "Still, it wouldn't be so bad to teach her, given what she's bringing with that body. I'd love to see him showing her a thing or two upstairs right now."