Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 55099 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55099 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
“Considering it’s TPE we’re dealing with, I wanna propose fewer stations that might require more time, rather than several that get brats buzzing,” I added. “That on its own will be a test for the energizer bunnies who can’t spell patience.”
“Should we cater to the brats and Littles at all?” Reese wondered. “Even though they might get excited by the challenge of it all, I can picture Kit and Noa subdued as fuck by kneeling, competing in grace, and actin’ like human furniture.”
“Certainly Camden too,” August chuckled. “I suppose it’s a question of whether we cater to everyone or just focus on one kink. Your previous Games didn’t include multiple kinks in the same way, did they? I read about your Hunt and the Cage event, for instance.”
That was true. All Games weren’t for everyone. Everyone was free to join, but we chose different themes. We’d focused heavily on sadomasochism, primal play, and brats so far.
“Fair enough,” Reese conceded. “I do have one idea I wanna run with, but I can announce it after the event.”
“Care to share?” I asked.
He smiled faintly. “A mascot challenge. Let the members compete to illustrate a mascot for us, and maybe it’ll put out the fire of our Mclean House versus House Mclean bullshit debate.”
I laughed. I loved the idea, but I wasn’t sure shifting that focus was going to work long-term.
“I bet the Littles will love that,” August said.
I nodded and made a note. “I’m adding it to your list,” I told Reese. “For the event itself, I think we should focus solely on TPE. As mentioned, we didn’t consider consensual slaves or non-masos for the boot camp or the takedown, and so on. This will be the slaves’ moment in the sun.”
We were in agreement. And we were thirsty in this damn heat. While August grabbed one of the other notebooks, I guzzled my iced tea, and Jack popped open a ginger ale.
“Since there are four of us, four stations would give us the opportunity to have a host at each one,” Jack mentioned. “It’ll make it easier for us to judge the other challenges too. I’m assuming there will be judging anyway.”
Definitely. I nodded and made more notes. “Off the top of my head…I say we judge on performance, grace, obedience, and…” I pursed my lips, thinking.
“How they please their Owner,” Reese said quietly. Then he sat forward a bit. “One station could be called Serve Your Owner or somethin’, and the subs will have to put together a tray with—fuck, I don’t know—a hot beverage, a snack, shit like that. In which case, they gotta show they know their Owner and their preferences.”
I liked that a lot. Plus, it would pose a great challenge for Tops and bottoms who attended as friends, new to each other, or outside any regular dynamic. We often had plenty of those. Ash and Nora, for example.
Jack’s eyes lit up with interest. “If we let that challenge end with the subs acting like a footstool or another type of human furniture, I’d like to be in charge of that station.”
Reese snapped his fingers. “That’s it. Yeah. Perfect. And obviously, I wanna run a station that includes pain.”
“Suffer For Your Owner?” August suggested.
Oh, this was great. The creativity ball was rolling now. I made a quick note that we had to discuss our budget later, and we needed to meet up again, at least twice before the Game.
We declared ourselves done for the day shortly before noon, when Jack had to leave. He and Franklin were taking their daughter to an early movie, and August and his two took the opportunity to go buy furniture for their condo in Alexandria. They’d been so busy with work, he said, they hadn’t had the time to move in yet.
Reese declared he wanted a nap, which sent Shay hurrying his way, and I heard something about River getting back soon. From where, I had no idea. I kinda wanted a nap too, but when I spotted Nora catching some sun by the pool, that notion flew out the window. The girl was topless, just chilling and chatting with Lane, and I didn’t need that image in my head when I went to bed. Last night was bad enough. My God, was it bad. I could still hear her in my memories, how she’d sounded when she’d whimpered, how she’d felt when she’d shaken and quivered…
Nope, I was going to assemble some fucking furniture until the party started in two hours.
Damn her and her perky tits.
When I reemerged a little before two o’clock, the property had a new atmosphere. More people had shown up, some had left, the pool was crowded, and River stepped out of their cabin, cranky as fuck because he wasn’t getting his hike.
“Reese signed up to be a DM, the dumbass,” he grumbled.