Chapter 7: Meeting the Wedding Party

The door was answered by Steve in an expensive Armani suit (fine, just very expensive looking - I wouldn’t know an Armani). He ushered us in and shook Herbert’s hand. He gave me the sort of hug he’d seen pastor Leon give me.

So far, I had no concerns. Maybe a little disappointment at the lack of VIP treatment, parking our own car and having the door answered by the host instead of a butler, but nothing that signaled what I’d be subjected to when I entered the ball room.

Almost everyone in the room had a beverage in hand, chatting quietly while music flowed from hidden speakers. Conversation stopped for about five seconds as the guests acknowledged us arriving, but not recognizing us, went straight back to their smalltalk.

The first thing I saw was a very pretty, yet clearly obese young woman in the center of the room with two men flanking her, chatting as if nothing was out of place about her.

What was out of place to me was that she was painted white and black and she was practically nude except for an outrageously short pleated black satin skirt that had to be no more than nine inches from waist to hem. It didn’t even completely cover her big round bottom. Her otherwise bare painted breasts were gigantic and hung almost to her large painted belly.

White stage makeup with big black splotches covered almost every inch of her exposed skin including her neck, face and bald pate. I’d never seen a bald woman other than when someone was sick and undergoing chemotherapy.

I couldn’t even tell if she was white, black or oriental due to the body paint. If I had to guess, I would have said white, but not nearly as white as the stage paint she wore.

My first thought was that she was wearing a skull cap but no, her skull was shaved except for ebony hair that grew from just above her ears and around the back of her head and was braided tightly into pigtails.

This woman had purposefully cut her long dark hair in a manner that made her look absolutely ridiculous, like a partially balding man.

Her complete body, legs, back, front and even what I could see of her feet, in what had to be the most unusual cone shaped black shoes that looked like hooves, was painted black and white, up to but not including her very large areolas. Those were bare and seemingly swollen for some reason.

Of course she had a huge cow bell around her neck and a large ring between her nostrils. This had to be the friend of Spot’s who liked acting out as a cow. It was really quite repulsive but I kept that to myself.

On the other end of a leash that connected directly to her nose was a tall young man in another expensive suit. I later discovered he was to be the best man and he was just holding the leash at that moment.

Like Spot, the woman enjoyed having someone else control her. I shuddered inside and quickly looked away as both the gentlemen with her suddenly, as if choreographed, roughly tweaked a nipple each, making her moo.

Next my eye was drawn to Ms. Francesca who was standing head and shoulders above the woman next to her. Ms. Francesca was clearly dressed as a horse, but in a showgirl sort of way complete with plumage. The shorter woman was wearing leather. Leather everything, from chaps to vest to cowboy hat.

At least she was fully covered, unlike Ms. Francesca. Pastor Leon was there too, next to Ms. Francesca but with his eyes fixed on the cowgirl - the woman dressed as a female cowboy, that is. He seemed relieved to see we’d arrived and waved us over.

Pastor Leon introduced us to the cowgirl, Patricia, or Patty. We quickly discovered Patty was there with Denise, the human cow I’d been unable to ignore when we’d arrived. Patty volunteered that she had made a number of videos with Denise as her milk maid but they weren’t actually a couple as Denise liked men too much.

She didn’t say it like that though. She used vulgar language to describe the part of men that Denise liked so much. I quickly asked if Patty knew the pastor well, hoping that she hadn’t been informed yet that she was speaking like that around a minister.

Patty had the wherewithal to blush and apologize. Pastor Leon just chuckled and said that he knew people tended to be more reserved once they knew what he did and that she should continue to speak freely.

He reminded her that he was very aware he was standing next to a woman with bells clipped to her nipples so he could not be described as a fuddy duddy.

Spot entered from another room, crawling on all fours, with a contraption strapped to her back. I only saw her from the side, but that was enough. I could see she had a notice hanging around her neck, but not what was on it.

Spot’s complete outfit consisted of her dog ears, a muzzle, her mittens, the contraption and a tail that she constantly wagged. Her vagina was bare and shiny, like she was aroused. It was uncomfortable seeing her in that state.

The contraption strapped to her back was basically a rectangular tray, but with springs on each corner that acted to keep the tray fairly level. On it were various alcoholic beverages.

I could see that Spot was moving carefully so as not to spill the drinks but she’d only been partially successful. She saw me and I could tell from her eyes that she smiled behind the muzzle.

She changed direction and crawled towards me and her father. I was able to read the sign hanging from her collar and wished I hadn’t.

The sign said, ‘jill me or spank me’.

Patty didn’t hesitate to crouch as Spot approached. Spot seemed to know what Patty intended and stopped next to the leather clad woman. Patty didn’t even hesitate. She thrust two fingers right into Spot’s privates and began to pump them in and out for a few seconds, right in front of me.

I could have fainted!

Patty glanced up as though about to say something and saw the look on my face. All I saw on hers was confusion.

Patty withdrew her two fingers, licked them then asked me if something was wrong. She sounded genuinely confused by my reaction to my daughter being sexually molested and subsequently seeing her licking my daughter’s secretions off her fingers.

I know my mouth was hanging open ready to catch flies. Herbert came to my rescue by telling Patty that Spot is our daughter. I expected Patty to get at least as embarrassed as she’d been when she’d discovered pastor Leon was a minister. I didn’t expect her to simply continue to look confused.

Her reply to Herbert was to ask if he preferred she spank Spot instead.

Herbert was adamant that Patty hadn’t needed to do either and Patty coldly replied that ignoring one of the hosts would have been rude. These people had some unbelievable ideas of etiquette!

Pastor Leon calmed things down with a few placating words about how this was brand new to all of us and that having naked guests and hosts was a culture shock to us. He assured Patty that witnessing such an intimate activity being casually performed was mind-blowing to what he described as vanilla guests and we meant no disrespect to anyone.

I couldn’t believe pastor Leon was apologizing for us but I was still too stunned to complain myself.

Patty slowly nodded her understanding before explaining that in the circles she participated in, having those around her like Spot was all she’d known since she became an adult.

Her perspective introduced quite an in depth discussion about social standards and what we’d found ourselves in the middle of. In Patty’s world, it was considered impolite to ignore a blatant invitation to use a person’s body.

I was not ready to do either of the things Spot had advertised on her little sign! Pastor Leon pointed out he was not comfortable spanking or masturbating another individual and Patty assured him it was about consent, not obligation.

Accepting another’s kinks didn’t mean participating in them. Acknowledgement was more than enough. Pastor Leon nodded as if he understood. I certainly didn’t and once I found my voice again I introduced the idea that condoning sin was itself a sin.

Instead of Patty replying that she wasn’t religious (a very common response when speaking about God) she asked what the sin was.

I nearly replied that being naked was a sin in and of itself but I’d learned from Spot and pastor Leon that I’d always been mistaken about that. I finally settled on suggesting that being offered to hurt someone had to be a sin.

Patty just giggled at the absurdity of my suggestion and I couldn’t help but smile a little myself too. It did sound like a stretch in this context.

While this discussion was going on we’d accepted drinks off Spot’s ‘tray’. It was not at all like accepting a drink out of her hand or even off a tray being carried normally.

I felt like I was demeaning my daughter by participating in her game - and it certainly felt like a game to me.

Patty was still waiting for a better answer to her question when Herb and his wife Heather arrived. Herb wore a nice suit and Heather a pretty dress; glamorous but nothing like my ball gown.