I happened to be on the East Coast seeing women friend sometime right back. As a night of delicious food and good conversation settled into our very own hearts and minds, she stated, “Why don’t we visit a party.”

I acquiesced. Although I really don’t choose numerous events today, the woman is a sophisticated lady and I also understood this would definitely be an interesting affair if she had been involved.

And a fascinating event it certainly was.

It was not like most party I had been to as much as that time. We drove miles and miles until we arrived at a beautiful mansion outside of the city we were in. We stepped in the breathtaking marble stairways that brought as much as a huge curved doorway.

The very first thing I watched caught me off guard.

After strolling through door, we beheld a sizable, round birdcage, within which was a female who was simply entirely nude with breast clamps and a tiny string hanging from the woman breasts.

Even as we carried on to get in the foyer, there were a number of people in different pet outfits and goggles who had been barely clothed. After a couple of seconds of exploring, the maître d’ came out from behind the table wearing among those old French housemaid costumes.

“Welcome. Exactly what room would we like to attend tonite?” she requested.

My good friend, without one minute of concern, named among the specific spaces.

“Good choice,” the maître d’ replied.

My buddy handed her a credit card and looked back at me personally. “let us go.”