Bukket Ch. 05byPoisonedEve©
I was still wearing the same clothes. I got up from the bed. There was a small coffee table next to a couch. Some food was kept on the table: salad, bread, fruits. But I felt too groggy to feel hungry.
I went to the attached bath. To my delight there was a bathtub. I ran a hot bath and sank into it.
I spent nearly an hour in the bath. It took away the sleepiness and invigorated me. I also realized that I was hungry.
I came out of the bath and dried myself. Then I put on my clothes and sat down on the couch next to the coffee table. I took time eating. There was also a thermos filled with coffee.
I poured some coffee into the cup and got up. I tried the door but it was locked. I didn't expect anything else. Then I discovered a package in the cupboard. I opened it. There were clothes inside. There was also a short printed note. It asked me to change into the clothes that were there in the package and leave my clothes on the floor in the bathroom.
I opened the package and took out the contents. It was a peculiar combination to say the least. There was a white t-shirt and a beige knee-length skirt with a black waistband. There was a white lacey bra and white panties, also lacey. Then there were a pair of white cotton socks and -- I found it very odd -- a pair of white elbow length gloves. Who wears gloves with t-shirts?
I knew that I would be given some dress. Tiffany had told me that. But I was not expecting this. I was sure that I would be given some skimpy hugging clothes which would reveal things more than hiding them. The last thing I expected was a perfect crewneck t-shirt and a knee-length skirt. Even my hands and feet were going to be covered by the gloves and the socks.
I sat down on the bed and examined the items. But there is only so much one can do by looking at clothes. Finally I decided that there was nothing left to do but to put them on.
I got up and started to undress. I felt rather silly when I had removed everything. It felt almost embarrassing to stand naked in this unfamiliar room. With a tingle in my spine I remembered that I didn't even know where this place was. I picked up the panties and pulled them on.
It was a fine piece of lingerie. It had felt good in my fingers but it felt even better against my body. I was not much used to wearing lacey undergarments. And this one was a perfect fit. I had a suspicion that it was tailor made for me. Few of my own panties felt so comfortable.
The bra felt like it was grown on me. This time I had no doubts that it was indeed tailor made. I moved in front of the mirror. It did not only feel good, it also had a fabulous look. There was no ribbons, only cotton and lace. It looked utterly classy.
While I could not say that I had a heavy frame, I was not particularly thin either. But these undergarments complimented my figure in the best way I had seen so far. Instead of making me look slimmer, they had given me a full-bodied appeal. I was also endowed with a most sensual cleavage.
I could live for days on end without the slightest bit of discomfort in these undergarments. I wondered if they would let me take them home. Then I suddenly had a thought. I looked for the tag in the panties. When I found it a smile appeared on my face. It was a small white tag with 'Evelyn' written in red letters. These guys surely knew how to flatter!
I had expected the t-shirt to be a perfect fit and it did not disappoint me. The material was thin and light. It was very slightly stretchable and hugged my body in the exact way I would like it to.
The next was the skirt. It was a high waist vintage beige skirt with a black waistband. It was the type where the t-shirt had to be tucked into the skirt. It was a light comfortable piece. I slipped into the skirt and tucked the t-shirt carefully into it.
I pulled on the socks. As long as I was standing not an inch of skin could be seen on my legs. I picked up the gloves and slipped my hands into them. They reached up to my elbows. My upper arm was bare as the t-shirt was a short sleeved one. I looked for shoes. And could not find any. I searched everywhere but there were no shoes. Apart from a pair of bedroom slippers the only other footwear were my own shoes. I left them where they were for the time being. The room was carpeted and I would not need shoes right now.
There was nothing left to do but wait. There were no books, no TV, no magazines. There was nothing to kill some time with. It was 5 p.m. on the bedside clock and I had no idea how long I would have to wait.
Most of the time I found myself standing in front of the mirror. I had never thought that I could look so sexy. The clothes had fit me so comfortably that all my movements had become fluid and almost graceful.
The front of the bra was almost entirely made by lace. The part that was in contact with the areola and the nipple was all lace. Same was true for the crotch of the panties. The whole outfit made me both look and feel utterly feminine.
But one can admire herself for only so long. Soon I was restless. Nothing was happening. Minutes stretched into hours. And then finally I heard footsteps and a key was inserted into the lock. I looked at the watch. It was a little after 9 p.m.
The door opened and a woman entered. "Hi!' she said.
"Hello!" I replied. The woman was wearing a denim micro mini and a tank top. "Who is going for the show?" I asked myself, "She or me?"
As I stood up from the couch she looked at me from head to feet. I could see naked admiration on her eyes. Was she a lesbian? But she had already moved on to work. She picked up my clothes from the bed and carried them to the bathroom. Then she took out a cosmetics box from her bag and said, "You need to be done up a bit. Just the most basic stuff."
And it was basic. She tied my hair in a simple bun and fixed it with pins. Then she wiped my face with a wet tissue and applied some mascara and eye liner to my eyes and finished with some lip gloss.
"That will do," she said as she stood up. And before I could open my mouth, she was gone.
I stood in the middle of the room. She had not locked the door. I thought about opening it but then gave up and simply sat on the bed. After about five minutes the door opened the same woman walked in.
"Time to go," she said, holding the door open.
I stood up and suddenly I was afraid. I felt dizzy. I felt like I was walking to a firing squad. I held onto the table and steadied myself. I kept telling myself that there was no other way but to go for it now. If I do not go then they will drag me forcefully. But still for one instance I missed my bookstore terribly.
The woman was standing quietly. I pulled myself together and said the first thing that came to my mind, "I...I do not have shoes."
"You won't be needing them much. For the time being you can use them." She indicated the bedroom slippers.
Silently I slipped them on and walked out of the room.
She took me straight to an elevator at the end of the corridor. We went down two stories and then the elevator stopped. We both came out. She opened the double doors right opposite the elevators. I followed her and walked into a hall.
The first thing that cought my attention was that it was extremely crowded. I stood undecided at the door as every single head turned towards me. I felt a shuffling beside me and saw that the woman went out of the hall and closed the door. When I turned my face back to the hall I found a man walking towards me.
He came to me and gave his hand. "Good Evening!" he said. I shook hands with him. "Please come," he said. I followed him and reached an end of the big room. There was a raised platform there. A wooden pole stood near the back of the platform. There was a little empty space behind the platform where some boxes were stored.
He led me onto the platform and faced the crowd in front of us. I turned towards the crowd automatically.
"Guys...here she is!" he said with a dramatic gesture. There was an ear shattering sound of clapping and applauses.
I could not believe what I was seeing. There were at least three times as many people as I have seen in the movies. Here were more than hundred. The crowd was a mixture of people from various ethnicities and backgrounds.
Were all of them going to cum on me?
"I bet you guys can't wait anymore," he told the crowd. Crowd roared. "I thought so," he continued, "so let me just get on with the preparation fast."
He turned to me and said, "I am sure you would like to get started. There is just one thing we need to do before we start. You see, bukkake is all about cumming on face. Loads of cum on the eyes or on the face can sometimes cause discomforts and the recipient often tries to remove it with her fingers. Now, we don't like that. We don't like that at all. Cum stays where it lands. And if it has to move it will trace its own path. That's our philosophy. Unfortunately, there is a nasty thing called instinct and it makes women raise their fingers to their faces, even if we had told them not to. We absolutely do not want that to happen and so we often put physical restraints on the recipient."
He paused. I looked at him dumbly. He understood.
"I am going to tie your hands behind your back," he said.