Welcome to E. Mayberry

“So I’m a dog?”

“Or a cat,” he said followed by a chuckle.

“You do like to keep your pussy on a leash.”

The park wasn’t a park at all, not like you’d imagine it. In a building that looked like an old airplane hangar just beyond the car wash, the outside looked like nothing special. As we parked the car I saw other pets led into the building. The trashy woman from the pool was being walked in by her owner and Jackie held the hand of her pet.

Bastian led me in by my leash. I’d chosen to wear a sundress easy to get out of. I was going to have sex in front of other people and I was excited about it. No longer did I feel like it was a taboo thing that I was only viewing. I would be a part of the action and I was a willing participant. I’d made the decision to stick around and do this kind of stuff.

Inside the hangar, the floor was soft red rubber. Playground equipment was set up all over the place, to include a slide, monkey bars, swings, and all kinds of cushions, ramps, shackles and straps. The lighting was dim and encircling the play area was a soft cushion seat that went all the way around. It reminded me of the miniature play parks you might find in a mall. With no door we had to climb over the seats to get in.

That’s when I saw Suzanne and Pasha. Pasha wore a leash much like mine, only blue with sapphire-like stones going around it. He was naked and seated next to Suzanne who was fully clothed.

“There he is,” Bastian whispered to me.

Hearing him egg me on was stranger than allowing it. I think it was his way of ensuring I’d stay. He knew if I could let down my guard and sink into this lifestyle, he’d have me for the rest of my life.

“Go mingle,” Bastian said. “I’ll wait over here.”

“And you want me to have sex with someone out there?” I asked. “You’re sure about this

?”

“Yes,” he said. “I want you to have fun. Do anything and everything you want. I’ll sit back and watch.”

“Are you going to fuck someone?” I asked.

“Do you want me to?” he asked.

“Let’s make a deal,” I said. “Whatever I do, you can do.”

If I’d known all that I’d do, maybe I wouldn’t have made that deal with him. It started with me mingling. I didn’t take my dress off at first. It seemed all eyes were on me even though I knew they probably weren’t. The world didn’t revolve around me.

I’d been trying to make small talk with some woman I’d never met before when Bree arrived. Seeing her was something familiar and her positive glow told me everything would be fine. She would get the party going. She was a huge party in a tiny package. She definitely didn’t disappoint. Marco took a seat next to Suzanne and Bree leapt over the soft cushion seats. Her foot caught the edge and she tumbled to the floor. She wouldn’t let that deter her from looking sexy so she stood in a pose usually reserved for an Olympic athlete who’d just stuck a perfect landing after flipping off the pommel horse.

“Tada!” she announced.

Everyone clapped, including me. Bastian cupped a hand over his mouth to stifle his laughter and I couldn’t help thinking how fucking hot he looked watching me from afar. I felt like a teenager with a crush on the popular boy at school. He was over there and I was over here. What would it take to impress the cool kid?

“Sunshine!” Bree yelled as she wrapped me up in a hug and planted a wet kiss on my lips.

“Bree, so good to see you,” I said, and I meant it.

Anyone not happy to see Bree couldn’t be human. Pasha finally stood and made his way over to us. Maybe he’d been worried because of our last conversation and the way I’d run out of his house crying. He probably thought I wanted nothing to do with him and figured Bree’s infectious attitude would be a great icebreaker. He was right. Only I did want to talk to him. I did want to see him. Bree hugged him and then I did the same.

“How are you feeling?” he whispered into my ear. “I heard about the escape attempt.”

“Escape attempt?” I said. “No, I was only going for a walk and the guard zapped the shit out of me. Who knew we couldn’t walk outside the gate?”

Pasha looked at me and smiled. He knew I was lying.

“I don’t want to talk about that,” I said. “Come sit with me on the swings.”

I took his hand and led him away. When I looked over my shoulder at Bastian, he smiled and nodded his head at me as if to say “good girl.” He was reassuring me that everything was fine.

Pasha sat on the swing next to me. Naked as the day he was born, he dragged his toes against the rubber floor, using his big toe to propel himself forward. His cock wasn’t hard this time and I thought how small dicks sometimes look when they’re not erect. Like finger puppets having a bad day, hunched over in a frowny gloom. I wanted so badly to pat it on the head and whisper, “Cheer up little fella.”

I’d read once that there are two types of dicks: showers and growers. Showers are cocks that look big and thick even when limp. Usually these don’t get much bigger when hard. Growers are the opposite and can look quite small when limp but when the blood gets flowing they can grow a little or they can grow substantially. Bastian was somewhere in the middle. Pasha was definitely a grower because when his dick got hard, it was the perfect size.