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“Now, what should we wear for supper?” Sir said, stepping back to the bed to look through Jamie’s clothes. “I saw people wearing all sorts of things earlier, so I’m assuming it’s not black tie or anything. I got the feeling that everyone was dressing for their roles, so we’ll go with that.”
A zip of excited dread sizzled through Jamie. He loathed exposure in public, and at the same time, he got off on being made to do whatever his dom wanted him to do. He wasn’t at all surprised when Sir stepped into his line of sight again holding the full-body, studded leather harness with a cock ring that he’d brought with him.
“I think this is a good place to start,” Sir said. “Stand up.”
Jamie did as commanded immediately, though his legs protested after kneeling for so long. He kept the flogger in his mouth and his hands behind his back as he rose, still intent on being what Sir needed.
The intimacy of having Sir dress him in the harness was intense, but that was just the way Jamie liked it. At least Sir knew his way around a harness and knew how to put it on. As a newbie, there was no telling what sort of things Jamie would have to coach him in, but so far, except for taking the phone call, Sir was behaving like the most experienced doms Jamie had ever played with.
“That looks pretty,” Sir said once he had Jamie dressed in the harness.
It was pretty standard and fastened around his shoulders stomach, and hips. It was particularly intense having Sir slip the cock ring around his half-hard cock and down to his balls, then having him adjust the entire harness so that the ring was positioned in a way that would make it hard for Jamie to take his mind away from its effects.
Once that was on, Sir took a step back and studied him. The scrutiny had Jamie breathing faster and alternately hoping Sir liked what he was seeing while also dreading going out in public like that.
When Sir frowned and rubbed the lower half of his face, Jamie was surprised by the intensity of his worry that his dom didn’t like something he was seeing. And that sent a different sort of thrill through him. Less than an hour, and already the two of them were connecting as if they’d been play partners for years. It was an astoundingly good sign.
Then Sir said, “I’m not sure I want everyone at supper looking at my property and coveting.”
Those few simple words, and Jamie was over the moon with delight. Kit had found a gem in what could sometimes be a sea of mediocrity in the kink world. It wasn’t so much what Sir said, or the way he searched through Jamie’s clothes until he found a pair of leather shorts with a zipper that went all the way around the crotch from back to front, it was the way he just assumed that Jamie was his to do with as he pleased right off the bat.
“Let’s get these on you,” he said with an easy smile, turning to Jamie.
By the time they left the cottage, Jamie wearing nothing but the harness, leather shorts, and his glasses, and Sir dressed in his jeans and t-shirt, so ordinary he could run down to the local Tesco for some snacks, everything felt perfect. Jamie made a mental note to send Kit a muffin basket or some other silly, extravagant gift, as thank you for finding him such a perfect play partner.
His mood intensified when they made their way into the massive, formal dining room at the main house. The scene there was something that would have made the original owners of Hadnall Heath roll over in their graves. Or maybe not, since word had it that some pretty wild house parties had been held at Hadnall in the Regency. The room was filled with doms and subs of all descriptions. Just about every fetish Jamie could imagine was on display, from pet play to forced feminization to a few daddies and their boys, and one little. It was definitely a hodge-podge, and maybe a little more than he was usually comfortable with.
Of course, being uncomfortable was part of the package for him.
There were a few things that immediately went on Jamie’s radar as things to be wary of. Ronny was one of them. Jamie spotted him in the corner of the dining room almost as soon as he and Sir entered. He’d already found someone else to play with, either for the night or for the weekend. Jamie knew the thirty-something sub with multiple piercings vaguely, knew that he liked to play hard. He had a collar around his neck, and Ronny had him on a leash.
The sight of Ronny with someone on a leash hit a little too close to home, and Jamie deliberately ignored him.
Sir noticed. “I take it there’s more going on there than what Kit and I walked in on earlier,” he said quietly as they found seats at the dining table.
“Yes, Sir,” Jamie said. The way Sir looked at him was an invitation to lower the wall of fantasy, so he relaxed a little and said, “We were together for three years. It ended years ago, but it didn’t end well.”
He failed to mention that he’d had a bad habit of playing with Ronny post-break-up.
Sir hummed and nodded. “Don’t worry about him,” he told Jamie in a tone similar to what he’d used with Jeremy. “This weekend, the only person you need to worry about is me.”
Jamie grinned before he could stop himself. Perfect. It was everything he wanted.
Supper was a spectacle. The Hadnall staff, all of whom were employed by the Brotherhood, went out of their way to provide the sort of service associated with a bygone era. The food was exquisite and served on silver and China that could have paid Jamie’s rent.
But it was the interactions around the table that provided the best entertainment.
Sir had let him sit in the plain chair beside the place he’d taken, but several of the other subs had been ordered to kneel beside their doms instead of having a chair. One or two were being fed scraps from their dom’s plate. A few of the daddies had cut up their meals for their boys, and one was feeding his boy like an infant. And then there were the pet play people, who had their subs eating out of bowls they’d brought. There were even a few doms, like Ronny, who had their subs eating off the floor.
It was all just so blissfully strange. The welcome supper was always like that, though. Every kink was on display for this one moment, even though most of the groups broke off to do their own thing for the rest of the weekend after dinner. Jamie always found it interesting to see what sort of fetishes were popular. The psychology of it all was something he could have written an entire book about, and one day, he’d promised himself he would. When he stopped fearing that coming out to his colleagues in the academic world as hopelessly kinky would end the career he loved.
Jamie caught Kit’s eye across the table and down several places just as the retreat’s coordinator, Reginald, a fifty-something, seemingly stuffy and aristocratic man who, in reality, was one of the most depraved subs Jamie had ever met, stood at the head of the table and tapped his glass to get everyone’s attention.
“Gentlemen, if I might have your attention for a moment,” he said in his pristine, received pronunciation accent. As soon as the din around the table died down and all eyes were on him, he continued as if addressing a wedding reception…or the House of Lords. Who, as everyone knew, were a bunch of kinky gits themselves. “I would like to welcome you all to The Brotherhood Kink Retreat. It is lovely to see so many returning faces, but so many new ones as well.”
Sir made a sound that was something between a laugh and a snort. Jamie peeked at him with a grin that was just barely still in character. He was eager to know what a new dom thought of the mad world they were in.
“I would like to remind you that this is an anonymous weekend,” Reginald went on, “so the use of real names is prohibited. Even though some of our depraved lot are so debauched that we know every inch of each other already.” That comment got a quick laugh. “Aside from that, you may rest assured that all clean checks have been done and health records have been provided, but the use of condoms and other prophylactics is still highly encouraged.”
