“I will, Daddy,” I reply. “I know exactly what I have to do.”
As we enter, I see a few guests have already arrived. They like to drink first. Daddy has a special machine. It looks like a robot and can make you anything you want. After the drinks are flowing, it doesn’t take long for the real party to start.
Jimbo, a regular, greets Daddy as I sit on a nearby swing. I start to play, pushing my legs out in front of me. I make a ‘weeee’ noise as the air rushes past my face. My dress settles between my thighs and highlights the curves of my legs, but I’m still close enough to hear what the others are saying.
“Chuck’s missing,” Jimbo says. His wrinkles deepen like something’s bothering him. “He hasn’t come back from his patrol.”
“We don’t use real names here. You should know that by now,” Daddy snaps. He doesn’t like it when people talk about the outside world. That’s not the point of this place. This is a rabbit hole for you to escape into. Instead of running into the Mad Hatter or the Queen of Hearts, you’re met with whips, chains, and vibrators. This is Orgasmland, not Wonderland. “Do you want your membership revoked?”
Jimbo’s cheeks flush, and he stammers, “N-n-no. I didn’t mean—”
“Good,” Daddy says coldly. “That’s the last we’ll say on the subject. This is a party, after all.”
The rest of the guests file in as I continue to swing. Their eyes burn into me. I like knowing they’re watching, but tonightfeelsdifferent. Although my body responds automatically to their stares, all I can think of is August and his car pulling away, leaving an emptiness inside me. We’ve been drawn to each other from the moment we met. I’m starting to question whether I’ve made the right decision to stay for the first time. Something I’ve never doubted before.
“My sweet peach.” A man approaches to distract me from the silly thoughts in my head. He’s wearing a masquerade-style mask like all the other guests. I’m wearing one too. “I thought you could help our new friends get comfortable.”
Behind him, he’s brought two extras. First, a young guy who looks a few years older than me. I don’t like his confidence. He’s checking out Daddy, and his ass cheeks are practically twitching. Next to him is a young girl. She looks around thirteen, and she’s biting her lip to stop it from trembling.
“Of course,” I reply brightly. Daddy has taught me to be a hostess with good manners. “Why don’t I show them where we play?”
I leap off the swing, and the girl’s mouth falls open. She’s clearly new to this scene. If she wants to be any good or good enough for him to keep her around, she needs to up her game. I slip my hand through hers.
The young guy dismisses my help with a shake of his head. “I think I’ll be fine getting acquainted,” he says. “I’ll speak to the others.”
I resist the urge to roll my eyes as he heads toward Daddy. Daddy won’t pay him any attention. He never plays at parties. That’s not his job. He likes to make sure everything runs smoothly.
“You need to try and have fun,” I say to the girl as I walk with her through the room. We stroll past different beds and instruments. Daddy’s finest work surrounds us. It’s a museum of his creative genius. “There’s so much fun to be had here if you know where to look.”
I lead her to a pink bed. It’s the most comfortable and reserved purely for solo play. If you’re on here, no one else can join you. If anyone breaks the rule, Daddy will throw them out.
“If you stay on this bed,” I tell her, “no one can touch you.”
Her eyes widen. “Really?”
“But you have to give them a good show,” I insist. “There are so many toys here. You need to enjoy yourself to keep them interested.”
“Thanks,” she whispers. “I’m Crystal, by the way.”
“I’m Clementine,” I say, giggling and feeling some comradery. The other girls that came along never liked me. Who can blame them when their daddies want to fuck me instead of them? “Let’s be best friends.”
She looks at me funny, like I’ve misread the signals, then smiles shyly. Without August around, I need more friends. Even if I never saw this girl again, knowing I have a friend in the room makes me feel warm. I’ve never needed anything more than my toys before, but since August came into my life, my mind has been wired differently. He’s made me enjoy the company.
“Okay,” she agrees, then catches my wrist as I turn to leave. “Where are you going?”
“This is my home!” I declare, throwing my arms in the air like I’m in the middle of a grand performance. “I have to make sure our guests are happy.”
Crystal lies down and makes herself comfortable as two guests come over to watch. This is the best place for her tonight.
Sometimes I try to talk with Daddy’s friends, but I don’t feel like entertaining them tonight. I head straight for the black leather bench. I stand and bend over it at the waist. It doesn’t take long until there are a few takers. Daddy is first in line.
“Stretch your arms out,” Daddy orders.
I do as he asks. He slips my wrists through restraints and locks them in place. I can be released using a combination code that only he knows.
“I may have a special surprise for you later,” Daddy says as he ties a blindfold over my mask. That’s part of the fun with this game.
Another pair of hands are on my ankles. They are soft hands, not like August’s. They are the hands of someone more suited to working behind a desk than fixing a broken car. The men who come here are powerful and filthy rich. Daddy doesn’t run his parties for free. Some attendees are tech moguls, and others are attorneys or doctors, leaving their real identities behind when they come here.