Femdom hunt

Ahead on the path you see two distinct groups walking toward the cabin. The first is a group of women, talking loudly and proudly, each wearing either extravagant and sexually cut fetish wear, or almost militaristic hunting gear. The second group consisted of college age men, some jockish and brawny, others much more effeminate. These boys were wearing regular street garb, and you knew why.

This weekends hunt was for Female Domination and male submissive enthusiasts. That meant it didn’t matter what the men arrived in, because at the start of the event they were all stripped of their belongings and released into the enclosed wilds to be hunted and captured by the superior sex. You personally couldn’t wait, as you had always had a primal dominant streak to intense for any of your past boyfriends to handle, and now you could fully unleash it.

You followed the groups into the cabin which was surprisingly large and extravagant inside. Their were booths selling fetish gear for both sexes, toys, and most importantly bondage and capturing equipment. In another section was a buffet of food and non alcoholic beverages. Their was antique furniture all around, providing comfort to the female guests, though they were off limit for any of the men. The cabin was just beginning to fill, as groups of Women and men formed to eagerly talk about the coming event. Finally at the front was two sigh in tables, one for the hunted and one for the hunters, each manned by cutely dressed sissies. They collected the information and had participants sign any wavers required.