I didn’t want any of them the way I wanted the trio who seemed to have taken an interest in me. Why didn’t that happen in real life? I was always the outcast, the friend who didn’t have a story to tell. The friend who didn’t have a reverse harem at her fingertips.
The friend who’d had to ask Atlas to carry me back to my cabin after the orgasm because I was in sensory overload and couldn’t walk.
Would blindfolds help with sensory overload? Or would I drop into a thought spiral the moment they gathered around me?
Movement shattered my fantasy. The other students were packing up their notebooks and leaving. Class was over. How much had I missed?
A kind-faced man stopped beside me. “If you’re leaving, I’d like to walk you out.”
“Thank you. I can…” I stopped myself. I was here to learn and practice. When I had scanned the room, he was one I’d put in the could try category. “I would be happy to walk out with you.”
I quickly shoved my notebook into my bag, embarrassed by the lack of notes. We walked up the steps to the exit at the back of the room and made our way outside before he said a word.
At least, I don’t think he did, but I couldn’t get my mind off the possibility of trying things with my trio. I shrugged off the foolish thought since three men at once in real life would be vastly harder than in my fantasies.
No one got grumpy over another one infringing on their turn, as they called it, as if I were a game. None of them were interested in sharing. They were only playing to see who won.
Sunlight warmed me as we stepped outside. “It was nice to meet you…” Shoot. I couldn’t remember his name.
“Nice to meet you, too, Penny.”
Crud, I was too distracted to remember that we’d introduced ourselves. “I’m sorry, I need to return to my cabin.”
“I’ll see you around then, maybe at more classes?”
“Yes.” I scurried back to my cabin and skipped the next session on erotic literature. It was a repeat workshop from a previous time, and while I loved books and reading, I was going to take thirty minutes of well-deserved downtime.
The rest of the day was pretty much the same, although I did my best to force my brain to remain in the moment during conversations with other guests.
After sessions on impact play and bondage and restraints, and meeting several more people, my social battery was maxed out.
Returning, once again to the safety of my cabin, I opened the group chat with Bellamie, Jolene, and Starla. They’d made me promise to check in since I’d been vague about what kind of dating event I was attending. An innocent pretense, but I knew they were dying for more information.
I’d promised to tell all when I got home, but why wait? I finally had something interesting to contribute. They’re my friends, people I trust. In experiencing the safe space at Rawhide Ranch, I realized my girlfriends were also a safe space for me.
Yes, it was scary and I had to be vulnerable but they were a place for me to practice opening up. In a wall of text, I explained that I’d gone to a kink ranch and was exploring the possibility that I was a submissive.
Jolene was first to text back: OMG! Iknewit, Penny! Did you find a Dom?
I explained that I’d practiced with three different men so far.
Starla joined the chat:Why choose?
Me:I haven’t.
Bellamie messaged:You’re learning about kinks?
Spanking, blindfolds, restraints, being fed… I replied
Jolene:Did you have sex?
I didn’t want to explain my slow progression or that kinks didn’t necessarily involve sex, so I stuck with the truth.
Me:I’ve had more fun than my vibrator offers.
That was enough sharing for one day. Time to retreat into myself. I pulled out my bookgami project then set it aside. Time for my vibrator to do its best.
Chapter Twelve
