The door does open

A second letter to kamala.

One would expect the phrase and then a whole new world open but in reality , the green door opened upon two other doors. One od solid wood dark in colour with highly polished brass door knobs and hinges. A fine fellow of a doorman in fully regalia including white gloves. As we approached, he asked of us a question Cloak or collar. Those of us that said whip were ushered into a changing room with attendants dressed in only a tuxedo jacket with tails, Those that did answer with collar were pushed along to wooden steps into a small hall where they undressed were given a collar the number from the basket attached to the collar. They then gave their baskets to the servant at the end of the hall and were asked the colour. The colour ribbon was for the level that there were at.

On the other side we were enjoy food and drink as the slaves scurried about removing our clothes and dressing us for the evening. The uniform of the day was riding pants boots and bare chest and of course the regulation cloak with hood. Then we were ready for the poor charges that awaited us.

The light some one dimmer as we entered a great hall and there was sights to blind out intellect. Naked slaves in a line on their knees waiting to be chosen for the night and if you felt like you took two of them. One tule all slaves had to be played with as much as possible that was the only rule for Dominants.. kamala I will tell you that I was escorted by a women of thirty years to a table for food and refreshments there was a women on the table her legs spread wide with a turkey drumstick protruding from her vagina. I asked my slave why she was there. If was a punishment for eating before her master. Everyone that came to the table was to remove the turkey leg then she had to make a pig sound then you replace the leg once again in her vagina. You can imagine the sport as you could do it as often as you wanted to.

I will leave you with that thought I must run but will write again soon.

CLoud