We met her at the registration table. Tall, legs like a power lifter, and hair that I called light brown but Trent insisted was dark blond. Either way, it was the color of unfinished alder. She was wearing a dress that her butt seemed determined to escape.

She had come alone, and we invited her to watch some of the scenes with us. One in particular caught her attention. So the three of us sat down — she and Trent next to each other, and me on Trent’s lap so that I was closer to eye level with the two of them.

I watched her. While she watched the others play, I slid one hand down to her thigh and held it there. She startled and turned to look at me. And when she saw my eyes penetrating hers, she smiled.

I looked down and ran my fingers over her bare thigh. The dress barely covered her legs at all. I felt goosebumps rise beneath my fingers. And that’s when I knew I had her hooked.

Keeping my chin tilted down, I glanced up at her with my eyes and lifted one corner of my mouth in a grin. “Would you like to do a scene with us?”

She swallowed hard and pushed a few strands of hair back out of her face. She nodded. The three of us talked to each other about what we wanted from the scene. And then we found open floor space and set up a single folding chair.

“Each of you take off your clothes.”

While Trent and she undressed, I dropped the toy bag onto the chair and unzipped it. I reached in and pulled out the items I needed. As I turned to place the bag on the ground behind the chair, I saw from the corner of my eye that she looked a bit nervous, with her hands crossed over her chest and her legs close together. She briefly looked at Trent and smiled, and then looked down at the floor and fidgeted.

I placed a wooden cane to one side of the chair and then turned and approached them with an object in each of my hands. I looked up at them, making eye contact with Trent first, and then slowly moving my eyes to hers as I spoke. “Kneel.”

They each got down on their knees, side by side. I went to Trent first and laid the two ball gags from my hands over one of his shoulders, hanging them there so I could use my hands. I turned away from him to stand in front of her. I trailed one finger across her shoulder and along her upper arm as she looked up at me. Then I ran the tip of that finger back up her arm. Down her chest. Just barely touching the skin of her breast. Goosebumps again.

Without breaking eye contact with her, I reached over and pulled one of the gags free from Trent’s shoulder. I slid the other hand around behind her neck, caressing the tiny hairs at her nape, and bringing my face in close to her ear.

I took a breath in, like I was going to say something, but instead I took her earlobe between my teeth and pulled at it gently, my cheek grazing hers as my teeth scraped across her flesh. She made a tiny sound and shuddered. Her earlobe slipped between my lips as I continued the motion, my head pulling back to look at her face again. Watching her eyes, I put the ball gag in her mouth and fastened it behind her head. I removed my hands slowly, trailing my fingers through her hair.

I turned to stand in front of Trent. My fingertips found the short beard hairs in front of each of his ears, and I slowly dragged my fingers downward, caressing his face with just the tips of my fingers, then entangling them deep in his beard. I locked eyes with him and curled my fingers to grip his beard tightly, holding his face between my hands by the beard.

I leaned down, hovering over his lips, letting mine barely brush against his. He tried to push his mouth toward mine, and I held his beard firmly, pulling my head back just enough to keep him out of range. When I felt the tension against my fingers relax, I moved my face closer to his again, brushing my lips against his. I pulled back. He exhaled. I pushed my mouth against his, pulling his face in and feeling his soft lips against mine.

I relaxed my fingers, releasing his beard. My lips released his with a wet pop. And I reached for the remaining ball gag on his shoulder. I brought it up in front of him to see, and then I lowered the gag into his mouth and fastened it behind his head.

I stood, turned, and walked away from them. After bending over to grab the cane, I sat in the chair, my knees apart and relaxed. And then I beckoned her over with my finger.

“Crawl to me.”

She moved like a hungry lioness, lithe and ravenous. Now that she was into the scene, she was self-assured, greedy.

I leaned down to her, curved my hand, and hooked it under her jaw, lifting her face up to mine. I whispered in her ear.

“Take off my shoes.”

She pulled them off.

“Place them next to the chair.”

She did.

“Rub my feet. And do not stop until I tell you.”

She sunk her fingers into one of my arches, kneading the tight tendons. I moaned a little, though I hadn’t intended to. Her hands moved to the top of my foot, rubbing between the bones, relaxing all my muscles. I looked down at her.