Opportunities: Chapter Six

Opportunities: A tale penned for Oxana. Written by Selfbondage, exhibitionism, outdoors Chapter 6 of 6: The Game Back at home, I filled the bath with hot water and soaked. I placed a warm wash cloth over each tender nipple, shut my eyes, and replayed the adventure in my head. Why bother going to such lengths for the delight of some unknown person? It didn’t matter who it was, as long as they were strangers; people unaware of what was happening. What exactly was happening? Did they want to see how far I would push myself? Were they curious if I could capture a stranger’s attention? Did they wonder if I enjoyed it? Yes, I did enjoy it. It felt perfect. The chance to exhibit myself to a complete outsider turned me on greatly. I wondered what he would take away from the experience. Would anyone believe him? These questions didn’t weigh heavily on my mind for long before I started wondering about the next step. If these experiences were trials, then what was the main event? How many people were involved? What details would I share with my friends? Saturday night brought the usual inquiries. Not wanting to explain much that evening, I lied and said no one had reached out yet. I found myself dancing more freely than before; more erotically and without shame. I felt less restrained and more self-assured. I wasn’t seeking company, just showing off my body, doing it well, and enjoying the moment. Sunday morning came, and I dressed for our regular brunch. This time, my friends were in for a treat. I decided to wear the wardrobe provided by the conductor; including the new wig and sunglasses. Naturally, I had bought a fresh pair of stockings. I made a deliberate late arrival at our usual table, dressed in black with the wig and glasses disguising me. “Pardon me,” I interrupted, “is this seat free?” I kept my face still as they all stared. After a few seconds, smiles began to appear as each realized I likely had another tale of indulgence to tell. “You did receive a call, right?” “Well,” I replied, “I got a letter.” I passed the letter around so everyone could read it while I went to the buffet and picked my food. When I returned, I said this outfit was waiting for me and then revealed my task; that I had to hold the gaze of a random stranger watching through high-powered binoculars. “Oh, plus one more thing, they gave me a bag of … items I could use.” Their jaws dropped as I casually picked up a forkful of scrambled eggs and brought it delicately to my lips. “WHAT DID YOU DO?” I deflected the question with a slight head turn and holding my palm out. “Please, there are some things a lady does not discuss.” The table burst into laughter, but my friends knew better than to press for more details. We continued our usual round of confessions and adventures, but today none matched mine. “What comes next?” The question was asked repeatedly. “I don’t know where this is leading,” I replied. “I think that’s the point. Not knowing is part of the thrill. Maybe if I knew everything, I wouldn’t have had the courage to participate. Perhaps this adventure will take me somewhere unexpected.” Less than a week passed before another letter arrived in my mailbox. It was brief again. Just instructions; I needed to be at Burrberry Sunday morning by 10 am. My heart raced. I wondered if he would be there this time. I told my friends I wouldn’t join them as usual, but hopefully next week I’d have more to share. Sunday morning, I headed to the store. Looking around upon entering, it seemed busier than normal, yet no well-dressed gentlemen were present; only women. I approached the woman at the counter and as I got closer, she smiled and held out her hand. We shook hands and exchanged greetings when I noticed the jewellery on her wrist. It was a slave bracelet, just like in the photos. It was her. She was the woman from the photo years ago. Then I looked around as someone locked the front door. “We’ll want some privacy for the next hour or so.” The voice sounded familiar. She had been the one on the phone during my last adventure. My gaze narrowed to her neck; she wore a collar. I scanned the room at other patrons. They all turned toward me. The artist who did my sketch was wearing locked silver cuffs. All the women in the room were from the photos! “You’ve done very well. Everyone is impressed.” My attention returned to the woman with the slave bracelet as she spoke. “You showed courage and resourcefulness. Now you must choose. Today, you have the chance to join our ranks.” The other women began approaching me, forming a circle. “Our ranks? Who are you?” “Think of us as performance artists. We’re supported by exclusive patrons. Every couple of years we recruit a new artist. That person is you today.” “And who is the conductor?” “Him! He works for us. The conductor organizes events under our direction. We women here run a cooperative. We create games and situations, inviting select clientele to participate as patrons. All performances are for their pleasure; but we design the games. Each month we gather to discuss new ideas, then task the conductor with inviting participants, setting up the game. Patrons pay for participation and also have membership fees.” “We’ve been watching you. You come every Sunday morning window shopping and caught my eye. These tasks were designed to see if you were both inclined and worthy of joining us as a member. If you decide to join our ranks, you must participate as the main attraction in today’s game. This will be your initiation ceremony. So, what say you?” My mind swam. The past few weeks had made me feel more alive than ever. Why not participate in something that feels so right? “Yes. I want to join.” “Good. Come this way.” I followed her to the back room with three other women close behind. As we entered, one of them drew closed a large burgundy drape I recognized from the photos. My turn had come. “You’ll need to undress, dear. We have new attire for today. But first, a photo.” I turned and saw her holding the stainless steel corset belt I modeled weeks ago. “This is yours. Every three months we hold a gathering. Patrons mingle with artists. We wear our jewellery and little else. The patrons are in formal wear, gowns and tuxedos. It’s thrilling. You’ll wear it today for your photo.” The other ladies helped undress me and carefully slipped the metal belt around my waist. I posed with hands on hips, tilted hips, head held high with a big smile. I couldn’t recall ever feeling so happy before. The photo was taken, capturing a moment in time. Years later, another recruit will see my photo and hopefully be drawn by that smile. “Ready for the game?” I nodded, grinning broadly. She moved to a sheet-covered object on a table. “Don’t worry; we look after each other here. You’ll need this!” In one swift motion she pulled off the sheet to reveal a leather chastity belt. I stepped closer and my eyes widened as I noticed special attachments inside the lock mechanism.

“Ug and a metal dildo.”

“How long does this game last?”

“First, let’s get the belt on and I will explain the entire scene.”

Two women picked up the belt and carefully applied lube, while another motioned for me to bend over. “I’m going to put some lube inside your anus. We don’t want any chaffing, do we?” I bent over and a small tub slipped inside me and filled me with a generous amount of cold thick lubricant. As I stood up, the belt was held in front of me and I carefully stepped into it. The women raised the belt and positioned the plug and dildo, then gently but firmly pressed them into place. I gasped as both orifices were simultaneously filled. The belt’s buckles were tightened in place and closed by one woman while the other two prepared the rest of my wardrobe. It was a basic but elegant set of clothes and stylish and comfortable shoes. The women dressed me silently and I was beginning to feel terribly spoiled.

Once finished, the three women stood back and had me turn around for them.

“Yes, that will do nicely. You can’t see any hint of the belt beneath the clothes. Now, there are a few things you need to know about the belt. The butt plug and the dildo are controlled through a remote control; a remote just like the one I am holding. However, unlike other remotes, the strength of the vibrations and electrical stimulation is controlled by the distance from the remote.”

“Electrical stimulation? What electrical stimulation?” I asked hesitantly.

“Oh, yes, forgive me; I should explain. The belt is lined with lithium batteries that give power to the vibrating motors of both the dildo and plug. However, they also provide power for a variable AC sine wave at very low current that travels from the plug to the dildo through your body.”

I gulped.

“Don’t worry, its really quite pleasant,….at low amplitudes.”

She took several steps away from me and held up the remote in her hand.

“If I stand about 5 meters away from you and turn on the remote, you will feel a 5% level.” As she spoke, she pressed a button and a small red light blinked on the remote. I could feel both the plug and the dildo hum inside my body, and the electrical current made everything below my waist tingle.

“If I take a couple of steps towards you, you will notice the intensity increases.”

As she stepped forward, the throbbing and tingling intensified. I struggled to maintain my composure.

“If I get within 1 meter of you, the intensity goes to 20%.”

As she stepped closer, I couldn’t help but part my lips and utter a moan as the vibrations began to take over my body and make it react involuntarily. Then, with a click of a button, everything stopped and all I was left with were the ghost sensations. I regained my composure and straightened up again.

“Now, it’s important to try and act like you don’t feel anything. You see, the ‘Hunters’ will be looking for you.”

I looked a bit worried at the mention of ‘hunters’.

It’s a game my dear. The Fox and the Hunters. We are going to take you to the middle of Stadspark wearing that belt. You are the Fox. There will be 5 couples walking in the park among the dozens and dozens of other people that will be there on Sunday. These 5 couples will be the hunters. You won’t know what they look like, and they don’t know what you look like, but each couple will be carrying one of these remotes. If they get close to you, your behaviour might give yourself away.”

“Now, there are some basic rules. You can’t leave the park, and the hunters can’t touch you. You have to try and evade them for one full hour. If they identify you, they will work cooperatively to try and corner you and incapacitate you.

My eyes lit up again. “Incapacitate. Incapacitate how????”

With a smirk on her face, she held up the remote and said. “If you are within 1 meter of just one remote, you will feel 20% of the power of the belt. That increases to 40% if you are close to 2 of them, and a full 100% if all five are close to you. The hunters are going to try and corner you, and then encircle you. If you are not careful, you will have the unpleasant experience of experiencing the full power of the belt in the middle of a busy public park.”

My mouth went dry. “How bad is it?”

As I asked the question, the other two women each held up two remotes. “Brace yourself. It’s important to know what you’re in for.” At that moment, the three women activated all five remotes at the same time. My legs gave out instantly and collapsed to the floor in a quivering ball of flesh. I could not tell if I was having an orgasm or a seizure. I tried screaming, but I could barely catch my breath. Not five seconds later, the remotes were clicked off, and again, the ghost of vibrations lingered in my body, making it shutter every few seconds.

I was still lying on the ground as she bent down and spoke in a serious tone. “If you don’t keep your wits about you, they will do this to you until you beg for mercy. Keep moving and try to stay under the radar. Do you understand?”

I nodded as the three women gently lifted me up.

“Come along now, the limo is here.”

It was a short drive to the park and I barely had time to think or ask any other questions. Before I knew it, we were walking into the park. About 20 meters to the north of the main west entrance was an open area and a skate board park. The park was heavily wooded and had a large pond. A narrow path circled the park. At the south end of the circle as another entrance that had a large white metal foot bridge. A third entrance was on the east end of the park.

“I can’t stay long with you. The hunters will be along soon, and if they see me with you, it will destroy the only advantage you have. You should know that the exits are being watched. Don’t get too close to the exits otherwise your belt will be activated.”

She reached over and gave me a gentle kiss and a big hug. “Good luck.” Then she turned and left.

I walked around a bit, enjoying the cool fall air. As the minutes passed, my anxiety level grew. Should I stay in the open area, or head down the path. I figured I would be best to stay where I had the most opportunity to discretely move away any suspected hunters. If I kept walking the perimeter of the skate board area, I could use the belt to help me identify hunters. It would go off as I got close to them. If I could identify at least some of them early, that would give me an advantage.

I casually looked about for couples, and tried to take trajectories that brought me within 5 meters of them. I wasn’t having much luck so I took a minute to watch a few of the skaters. I was lost in the moment when the belt came to life. My head bolted up and then I froze. I can’t look surprised. I can’t start looking around. I need to stay calm and motionless. I continued watching the skaters as the vibrations and current increased. Which way were they coming from? I pressed my knees together, trying to remain motionless as I could feel my arousal level building. Thankfully, the intensity began to subside. They had passed and were now walking away, but where; to my left or to my right.

I took a chance and turned to the right and walked. The intensity quickly diminished and disappeared. I was lucky. I resisted the urge to look over my shoulder. That might give me away. I was beginning to feel confident when the belt started humming again and this time the intensity was growing at a tremendous rate. I looked up and coming right at me was another couple, walking arm-in-arm, looking right at me. Do I turn, do I keep walking straight? There just wasn’t time to react. I kept walking straight, but just as they passed me, the intensity was too much for me. I had to stop dead. I could make my leg take another step until they walked away a bit. That pause might have given me away, but they didn’t seem to take notice. I started walking again. Now my anxiety level was through the roof. I really did feel like I was being hunted. I also felt completely exposed. I could imagine being made helpless in

public by people with invisible leashes. I made my way north, hoping to find sanctuary, when the belt came alive again. Ahead of me were two couples, looking right at me. I froze in my tracks. One of the men put a hand up to his ear to activate a blue-tooth device. They were talking to each other! They knew who I was now. In a panic, I turned just as my belt jumped in intensity; another two couples had come up from behind me. We all stood looking at each other, as my insides were being turned into jello. They were not moving. The orgasm was building now. I didn’t have much time. I looked about and to the east and there was the path that ran around the entire park. I gave up all pretence of being not recognized, and bolted for the path. The vibrations stopped and I kept up a steady jogging pace. I knew the path would fork up ahead, one path on the outer edge of the park, the other, in the middle of the park. I took the inner path, which would quickly bring me back to the main west entrance. Perhaps I could keep the hunters on the opposite side of the park long enough. I was feeling pretty good about my chances as I started approaching the main entrance. Unfortunately, the belt told me otherwise. Two couples were waiting for me. What was a long jog for me, was but a calm walk for them from the skateboard park. They calmly started walking towards me. FUCK. That was their plan. They wanted me on the paths. I turned and walked quickly to get out of range. I came to the fork where the inner and outer paths met. I took the outer and ran down. I turned to see what the hunters would do. They came to the fork and stopped. They could see me. Why were they not pursuing me? They were boxing me in slowly. The rest of the group were probably making their way right now to the other fork. If I could get there first, I might be able to loose them again and force them to split up. I ran like my life depended on it. I could see the fork up ahead, but my belt forced me to halt suddenly. The intensity from three remotes hit me as three couples appeared on the path. If they got too close, I would not be able to get away. I turned and headed back. I was done for now. The other two couples would be heading up the path from the opposite direction. I made my way to the very outer edge of the park. I was passing a large stone wall from an ancient structure built thousands of years ago. Spots in the wall were open, possibly giving me a chance to climb up and hide. It was either that or try swimming. I took to long to decide on an option. My belt came to life as the two couples leisurely walked around the corner. I was exhausted, sweaty, and sore. I could not run anymore. It was no use. I could not possibly make my way past two remotes without being brought to my knees, and coming up from the opposite direction were three other remotes. The two couples stood and waited. They didn’t want me to go either. This was a good spot. Isolate. They were going make me put on a show for them, and I was going to let them. The low 10% hum of the belt was warming me up. I backed into the wall and rested on a comfortable spot. My eyes closed as the vibrations and electricity made my mind wander. The intensity more than doubled instantly as the three other couples came around the corner. I gasped loudly as I nearly had an orgasm on the spot. I dug my nails in my thighs to ward off the reaction. The couples spread out to form a semi-circle around me. The couples kissed and touched each other as I withered. The women glanced at me, aroused to see me helpless. Gingerly, the couples inched closer to me, tightening the circle and increasing the intensity of the belt. I reach under my shirt and twisted a nipple to stall the orgasm. As I cried out, I could sense the arousal level of the group increase as well. Closer and closer they inched towards me. The women’s trench coats opened to reveal nude torsos. The men massaged breasts and clits. The more aroused the women became, the closer they inched towards me. Small vibrators appeared from the men’s pockets and they began burying them within the lips of the women’s pussies. The intensity was beginning to incapacitate me. My head began to swirl. The women around me watch me as their men were bringing them closer and closer. I was on the edge now. My vision was beginning to narrow and grow dark as the group of near orgasmic couples pressed up against me. I was lost now. It was happening, it was happening everywhere I looked. Women tipped over the edge as my own orgasm overwhelmed me. Oh my god, the RAPTURE! “CUM NOW, CUM NOW” is all that ran through my head. I have a faint memory of people helping me walk and slipping me in the back of a limo. I woke with my head on a woman’s lap, her hand gently stroking my forehead. “Did I do well?” I asked. “Yes my love. You have done wonderfully. Now go to sleep.”