A New Way of Seeing Things Pt. 03 Ch. 05

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In the home of Mrs. Danning.
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Part 55 of the 85 part series

Updated 06/07/2023
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If the next chapter is a little longer than usual in making its appearance, please don't worry (or start cheering, depending on your opinion of the story). I haven't stopped writing, but while I will likely have plenty of time to write chapters in my head, I may not have as much time to sit and type them out for a bit. For those who like the chapters posted quickly, your patience is most appreciated. I'll still be checking e-mail, so feel free to keep sending those comments and suggestions.

Standard disclaimers.

This is a story about sexual exploration and, open relationships. Open relationships can and do happily exist; but they are not for everyone. If you do not believe it is at all possible for open relationships to exist without damage to any and all involved parties, please do yourself a favor and don't waste your time reading this.

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Also, this story takes place in a world where STDs don't exist and only babies planned for and wanted do—in other words, a fantasy world. Any resemblance to real-life people is purely coincidental.

It made sense to Gwen that Liz should be first. She looked like a model-- statuesque, beautiful, confident in an almost arrogant way. I can fake confidence, I've done it before, she thought, but there's no way I can fake that kind of beauty. Liz didn't hesitate, gliding towards the curtain, smiling at Gwen on her way by before pulling the red velvet drape aside and disappearing behind it.

"First we have Liz in a Lycra body stocking," Cho began as several guests oohed. "As you can see, it does a wonderful job of accentuating every part of her body without being too revealing. Wonderful for a yoga workout. Also nice as a layer in cold weather, and just imagine the surprise awaiting whoever unwraps you when it's time to warm up. We have many style and sizes available, including several crotchless versions should you be the type that likes to get right to the point." She went on for a moment more about the effects of the stocking on a prospective partner.

The laptop dinged again. "Natalie, off you go." She winked and flashed a wide smile at Gwen then sauntered through the curtain, hips twitching sassily. Cho introduced her and described the outfit while Gwen nervously wiped wet palms on bare thighs, carefully avoiding the satin that rode above them.

The laptop dinged. Dorothy looked up and smiled. "Gwen, your turn." She swallowed and looked at the Harpswells who smiled encouragement. "Yer ace, love," Neal said softly and winked reassuringly. She commanded her knees to stop knocking and stepped to the doorway. No shoes, she thought. How come Liz and Natalie got shoes? With another deep breath she pulled the curtain aside.

The comfortable chairs were now full of very well-dressed women, most of them her age or older she guessed, all of them focused on her. The woman seated in the back corner was easily recognizable from a photo in KD's bedroom as well as countless equestrian magazines—Sylvia Danning. There were several others familiar faces from TV and magazines as well...she forced herself to concentrate and remain focused on her efforts to appear under control. Several approving "aahs" registered, as did Cho's introduction. "And this is Gwen, wearing a tap pant and camisole set along with a matching robe. Perfect for lounging or setting the tone for things to come, or perhaps both..." the words became a buzz in Gwen's ears. Concentrate on the task, not the audience, she continued to remind herself as her show-ring training took over. Breathe, show no fear, they can sense fear. She willed herself to saunter to the podium and be shown to this crowd of strangers. Gwen stopped for inspection and looked above the heads of the seated guests to Natalie for reassurance. Her sister-in-law smiled and winked again from where she was standing among a group of women near a buffet table. Liz was on the other end of the room and gave the anxious woman a confident nod as she was gently turned in place by Cho's soft touch on her hip and rear as the pieces were described. It seemed like the longest minutes of her life, and then it was over, at least for now. Cho pressed her keyboard to summon Gita, and Natalie began to move to among the guests while Liz glided towards the curtain. Gwen set out towards the spot her sister-in-law had just vacated, reasoning that it was as safe there as anywhere. She reminded herself not to run, to act cool, calm, and collected and felt relieved when the audience's attention was drawn to the curtain as more oohs and aahs filled the room. Exotic Sangita had made her entrance.

She was half-listening to Cho's description of the Indian woman's outfit, wondering what more she should be doing, how she should act. Stand in place? Turn some more? She studied Natalie, how she seemed to be absent-mindedly pulling back her short robe to reveal more of what lay beneath. Gwen tentatively pushed her own robe back off her hips and watched Liz disappear through the far curtain. Natalie had stopped at the spot the strawberry blonde had been occupying, she realized, comparing it to a show-ring circuit where each horse and rider followed an established pattern even as Gita made her way towards the spot she was now in. Natalie began to make her exit and Gwen moved to the next station.

"But ladies, men look good in nice things, too. Here we have Neal wearing a sleepwear favorite." The gasps and murmurs of approval were loudest for the man who bulled his way through the curtain, a cocky grin on his face as he strutted towards the podium. Gwen stopped when she had reached Natalie's recently-vacated spot near a small group of women. "I wonder how much to see what he's hiding in them," she heard one of them say softly. "I'd write a check for those pajamas right now if I could take them off him," said another.

He reached the podium and stood confidently with arms crossed over his chest while Cho extolled the quality of the material and construction, turning him and caressing his rear to show how nicely the pajamas fit him in the seat. Gwen looked around and could see that he had the complete attention of many of the guests. Many, but not all...several women seemed more interested in Gita's outfit, and—hers?

"And here's Liz again..." Gwen glanced over to see the curtain pushed aside for the woman now dressed in white stockings, supported by a matching lace garter. The diaphanous full-length robe she wore did little to conceal the fact she was bare breasted. Gwen did her best to appear relaxed as she covered the distance to the safety of the curtain.

"How'd it go?" Natalie asked brightly as she and Dorothy hurried to align and straighten the teddy the blonde had squeezed herself into.

"Okay, I guess," Gwen replied as she reached into her bag for her next change. "At least nobody laughed."

"Nobody in their right mind would have. You looked hot! You do a great shy and innocent."

"I do?"

"Uh-huh."

The laptop dinged. "Ready?" Dorothy asked, retreating to the keyboard.

Natalie slipped on a pair of heels in answer. "See ya out there."

Dorothy returned to Gwen. "Better hurry."

Gwen slipped off her pants and top, in too much of a hurry to be concerned with her nudity, and sorted out the next item, a not-quite see-through babydoll nightie. She held it up for the older woman to see. "Wasn't there underwear with this? I thought when I tried this on it had some."

Dorothy smiled. "There was, but not tonight. You'll be fine."

Gita pushed through the curtain and stopped at her table. "Doing alright, dear?" she asked over her shoulder.

"I'm alright, thanks," Gwen replied quietly. "You?"

Her full breasts bounced as she pulled her top off over them. "Smashing."

Gwen slipped the babydoll over her head, the spaghetti straps catching on her shoulders and the hem falling midway down her thigh. She looked at the older woman next her for approval.

"Looks great," Dorothy said, straightening a strap. "It's you." The laptop dinged. "Ready?"

"I guess." Another deep breath and another pause at the curtain before she passed through. The eyes were on her again, evaluating her, taking her measure. Some returned to Neal, lamenting his departure as he made his way towards the red drape, but most came back to this new pleasantry. She moved slowly, not wanting the flimsy garment to swish up and expose her lack of cover beneath.

"What can you say about the classic babydoll nightie," Cho asked the crowd as Gwen reached the podium. "Other than that this one looks particularly good on Gwen, and will look every bit as good on you or that special woman."

The rotation continued on a couple more times before Dorothy started handing out things to go along with the lingerie. The women carried vibrators, dildos and other items out for Cho to talk about and the guests to examine, and despite her nerves Gwen smiled to herself as a woman her mother's age delicately took from her the massive black penis she carried and carefully examined it. No, that was not something that would help this woman maintain her carefully crafted image as head of a highly-regarded family should it appear on the Society page.

Neal was absolved from the duties of showing off the various items intended for a woman's pleasure. None of the guests seemed to mind, though, as he continued to model pieces that shrank with each rotation, from briefs that were tight enough to show the outline of the tool underneath to an elastic pouch that barely contained his manhood. These in turn led to something that seemed to have just given up to the thing it was meant to contain and split at the seam, allowing his semi-erect member to push its way through the rip while his testicles lay cradled in a black satin bag beneath. The massive trunk had definitely grown since she had first seen it earlier that evening, but Gwen guessed from its slightly-drooping arc it had not yet reached its maximum bulk, as impossible as that seemed. She made her way back to the changing area after being given back the dildo and Liz had appeared.

"Think you can show this one?" Dorothy asked, holding out a small triangle of fabric attached to elastic straps.

"A G-String?"

"Close." Dorothy reversed the fabric to show the small plastic cylinder attached to the other side. "A bullet vibrator."

"Like the one I had on at lunch," Natalie said with a grin.

Gwen quickly remembered how her sister-in-law's public torture and release. "And I just carry it out like I did the other things?" She asked cautiously.

"I think it would be better if you wore it, dear," Dorothy said with a smile. "Don't you?"

"So I wear it under my next outfit? So they won't be able to see it?"

"That's the point of this one, now isn't it? Can't see it, can't hear it. And as for your next outfit, this might be a good time for that little black dress of yours. Just that and your heels, dear."

Gwen's first thought was to pass on this one, but the Slut dared her to live on the edge a little. "It won't...be used, right? Nobody's going to turn it on?"

"No dear, this one isn't linked to a phone yet. Fresh out of the box. Can't make it go without a linked phone."

Gwen looked at Natalie for direction, the blonde smiling and excitedly nodding back her encouragement as she made last-minute preparations to go back out. "As long as it can't be turned on. How do I wear it?"

"Like that G-String you tried on at the shop. Just slip it on, then the dress over that. What do you say?""

"And no underwear over it?"

"It is your underwear, dear. It does provide some cover, don't you think?"

She hesitated a moment, weighing her options, and then quickly shucked off her teddy while Natalie gave a soft cheer before pushing through the curtain. Dorothy helped her into the contraption, not bothering to beg her pardon while she adjusted a notch in the little vibe to sit squarely on the Gwen's clitoris. "Dress and shoes—hurry."

She slipped the little black number on for the second time that day, a small part of her remembering how she would have never considered this dress decent for any outing a year ago and yet now, even with no bra and the tiny strip of fabric covering her sex, it seemed like she was overdressed. "You're sure it can't be turned on, right?" she asked one more time.

Dorothy smiled and looked up from what she was typing. "Straight out of the box."

"Now ladies," Cho began as Gwen pushed through the curtain, "we've all been to those parties you really don't want to be at, just counting the moments until you can make a polite retreat for something more fun. Well, I think I have just the thing to make your evening more enjoyable." The women's attention was split between the woman in the black dress and the naked buttocks of the departing Neal, although Gwen noticed Mrs. Danning alone seemed more interested in the text message she was sending. Some of the guests seemed confused by her attire, others seemed bored. Dresses could be shopped for any time.

The first jolt hit Gwen mid-stride, an intense assault on her clit that nearly made her knees buckle. Shock at the unexpected onslaught mixed with anger at having been lied to, but her years of practice at pushing aside distractions to focus on the task at hand made her recovery instinctual and it only looked to the guests like she had stumbled on her heels. She continued to the podium and stood, scanning the women defiantly. Another burst hit her, but she was prepared this time and only flinched, stiffening and biting her lip at the delicious vibration.

The women looked up at her, some now openly puzzled as they began to murmur among themselves. They weren't here for dress shopping! Another quick burst of vibration, and Gwen reflexively brought her hands together in front of her sex and squeezed her thighs together to try and dampen the torturous buzzing. "Did anybody hear that?" Cho asked. There was still confusion on the women's faces. Another quick burst. "Or that?"

The murmuring stopped. "I didn't hear anything," an older woman finally volunteered, growing impatient with the game.

Another burst, longer this time, and Gwen, her left hand painfully squeezing the fingers of her right as she rode out the assault on her clitoris.

"May I?" Cho asked once the buzzing had stopped, gently moving the trapped woman's hands to her side and grasping the hem of her dress.

She thought quickly—it's technically still underwear, I'm still covered down there—and nodded curtly. The front of her dress was slowly brought up above her waist. "Gwen is wearing the latest in technology. A bullet vibrator is attached to the other side of her G-string, a vibrator that is controlled by a cellphone app." The vibrator buzzed to life again, and she twitched at the soft hum. The missing layer of fabric allowed the women nearest to Gwen to hear her tormentor, and much to her embarrassment, the women had an idea what to look for now and laughed. "Very discrete yet very powerful," Cho continued. "Wonderful for party games. Somebody in this room is controlling it right now."

Gwen quickly guessed who and looked to the corner where Mrs. Danning sat. She's paying attention now, the Lady, groused, and the hostess looked back with a serene smile on her face, her hands hidden behind the thigh of her properly crossed leg. She weighed her options, wondering how it would be received if she were to walk backstage right now and take the contraption off. It would serve them right for lying to her! The alternative was that she might be forced to ride out an orgasm right where she stood. The thought horrified her, but she was not ready to cause a scene just yet. Let it play out some more, the Slut counseled, always time for action later. Gwen wondered how close she could get to the precipice of orgasm before going over, and if she could remain standing if she failed...

"It's very quiet, so perfect for those events where you want to amuse yourself or another and nobody will be the wiser," Cho told the women as she lowered the dress again. "Gwen, could you go show our guests what it looks and sounds like close up?"

She walked carefully, feeling ridiculous with the bunched fabric held above her hips as she awaited the next jolt in torturous anticipation. It didn't come until she had reached a spot in the center of the guests. There was laughter again as it hummed to life and she fought to restrain herself from reaching for her button's tormentor before the vibrator went silent again. "I heard it!" the woman next to her said excitedly, as if claiming victory. "I heard it!"

"May I see the vibrator itself?" An older guest a few chairs away asked.

"Absolutely. Gwen, could you slip those off and hand them to her, please?" The Lady was only too happy to remove the threat of possible climax and extreme embarrassment. She discretely slid them off from beneath the dress she had let fall back into place, then walked them over to the matronly woman.

She nearly dropped the underwear when it buzzed to life in her hands. There was more laughter, but the woman seemed unconcerned in the least, taking it from Gwen and carefully examining the small barrel-shaped pill. "Do you need lubrication with it?" she asked at length.

"No, it's certainly not necessary," Cho replied. "Why do you ask?"

The woman ran her finger across the vibrator and down the fabric. "It feels wet..."

Gwen turned a brilliant shade of red and Cho smiled. "I would say that's proof how well it works, wouldn't you?"

The mortified woman was never gladder to see Liz than when she chose that moment to come through the curtain wearing another garter and stocking set and carrying what appeared to be a string of various-sized ball bearings. She made her way to the back, not bothering to wait for the vibrator to be given back.

"You said it couldn't be turned on!" Gwen said loudly enough to show her displeasure without the guests hearing as Cho began to describe all the ways the ball bearings Liz was holding could be used.

"I'm so sorry, dear," Dorothy said in a placating tone. "I had no idea."

Gwen very much doubted the truth of that statement and made her way to her table. Another G-String awaited her, the triangle more or less translucent with a string of pearls running from front to back, matched with a very small top of the same fabric. Might as well just be naked, she thought, although the pearls had felt very nice as they rubbed over her clitoris and rosebud when she tried it on that afternoon. Hopefully they would not be enough to trigger her climax tonight.

Dorothy finished helping Natalie into a corset and moved over to help Gwen change. Her sister-in-law, naked from the waist down, smiled, winked and moved through the curtain after the laptop dinged.

"And take this one, please?" Dorothy asked after she finished arranging the top to at least make a show of covering her breasts, handing her a very realistic cream-colored dildo of sizeable proportions. Certainly outrageous, but safer than the last item. The laptop dinged, the older woman smiled expectantly, and Gwen went back through the curtain.

The hue in her cheeks returned as she looked back at the women examining her, very aware that at least some of them had by now had probably handled the vibrator she had worn, and had the proof of her arousal. The Slut playfully suggested that perhaps the rubber cock might not be as safe as she assumed, and Gwen silently pleaded with Cho to not be given the task of actually demonstrating the massive cudgel she now held, knowing she would if asked. The Lady gave a small sigh of relief as the presenter seemed to shift gears.

"Now ladies, I know much of what you've seen so far, while of the highest quality, can be found in many places. But what sets Sensual Sensations apart from others is our ability to cater to more individual tastes as well. We are uniquely capable of creating custom or commission pieces, to make something just for you and you alone. We are particularly well-known for fantasy wear and leather. We use only the finest craftspeople and will come to you to discuss your ideas and needs, all with the utmost discretion. We also specialize in finding those hard-to-get accessories our clients want but can't find or would rather not be seen looking for. Allow me to show you a few examples." She pulled the sheet off the sculpture to her right, and to Gwen's surprise, it was not artwork at all, but rather some sort of contraption, black iron, stainless steel hydraulic cylinders and padded boards. "Some of you may recognize this as something commonly referred to as a St. Andrew's Cross," Cho said, moving to the sinister-looking industrial device. "They're very popular in the bondage world as a more sophisticated means of restraining someone for your pleasure—and theirs. We like to think we've improved on the design and brought it into the twenty-first century, so much so that we call this the Queen's Cross. Each one is designed to your specifications and installed wherever you choose by our skilled and discrete technicians. It's fully adjustable at the touch of a button, and—"she hesitated a moment before smiling, "well, let me demonstrate."

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