The Invitation

The Invitation

A young man finds himself and his wife invited to an extravagant BDSM party. It may change their lives.

Chapter 1 by Javalar Javalar

[Quick note: This story relies quite heavily on the "game" mode. I strongly recommend to start a game before reading. Otherwise you might miss out on whole sentences and paragraphs, which only show up if you have raised certain stats in the game. Also, you might accidentally click on chapters which don't make any sense yet, and which would be still locked in game mode. Enjoy!]

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"What is it?", asked Megan, casting a glance over to her husband Oscar.

"An invitation", said her husband.

He still held the envelope in his left hand, staring at the gold framed letter.

"The one you've been waiting for these last months?"

"Yes. I believe. I am not sure."

"Well, then you must go! It's your chance! You always said so."

Oscar read the letter again, frowning.

"There are some conditions…"

Megan continued to brush her blonde hair in front of the bathroom mirror.

"So what?", she asked, shrugging. "If it's that invitation you were waiting for, the one to that party where your boss decides about promotions and who is allowed into the inner circle of leadership, then I guess it's normal to have some dress codes and the like."

"It's not that. Not only", replied Oscar. "For starters: You are invited too. Your presence is compulsory."

Megan smiled. "Of course I help you, darling!"

Oscar still stared at the letter.

"Yes, well…", he started, and searched for words.

Megan laughed. "What is it, Oscar? You act as if he asked you to perform a song!"

She lay aside the brush and reached for the letter.

"No, wait…!", said the young man, but it was too late.

His wife started to read the letter.

"Oh, it's called 'The Venetian Evening', how exciting!", she exclaimed. "And it's taking place in an old manor. Classy!"

Oscar looked at her with an uneasy smile. Megan read on.

"What's CMNF supposed to mean?", she asked, confused.

"I think it's… well… from what I… uhm… I do remember… well, like… I think I remember I have read about this once, and it means… but I am not sure, if that's also the meaning here, you know… but… so… from what I've heard, it means 'clothed male, naked female'."

Megan looked at him, puzzled.

"It means men are supposed to wear suits at the party, and women are supposed to wear… nothing."

Megan stared. Blinked.

"You're not serious!", she said.

"I am not sure if that's what it means here!", Oscar added hastily.

"I will not go on a party naked, Oscar!", said the blonde woman. "Not… not for anything in the world!"

The young business man nodded.

"I know. I know. It's just… well, you remember: It's that one special party. The one which will make and break my career at the most renowned and successful company of the last decade. I don't feel easy about it myself, but… it's a lifetime opportunity, Megan. We do this – we are influential beyond measures, and I am looking forward to a career of opportunities. A fortune in the making. Bonuses, a share in the firm… you name it. We can buy that house on the beach you always dreamed of."

The more he spoke, the firmer his voice became. It was clear that Oscar wanted this opportunity more than anything – maybe except for the love of his wife, because he still looked at her questioningly, his eyes asking for her opinion, her approval.

"I… Oscar you know how very much I want to support you in your career, but you can't expect me to…"

Megan continued to read the letter.

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