It took me a moment or two to get used to the proper lighting again but soon oriented myself.
I walked along the corridor some more and met Jack and Moira, our hosts, coming the other way.
"Ah, our new girl." Smiled Moira slipping her arm around my waist. "How are you acclimatising to our little soirée?"
"I'm enjoying it, thank you Moira. I've visited a couple of rooms."
"You have a delightful glow about you, Sarah." Jack was flirting. "Perhaps you would like to indulge us by coming to our favourite room."
I was certainly getting into this party mood. I also was very conscious that I had the need of a man's touch and rather hoped Jack and Moira might be able to help out.
"I'd love to, thank you, Jack."
"I'm so pleased." Replied Jack. "Moira will lead the way."
Moira guided me back the way they had just come until we reached a spiral staircase. She let her arm slip from around me and led the way up the stairs. Being directly behind her I had little choice as we ascended to look directly up her skirt. Her nicely rounded bum seemed remarkably firm for a woman of her age, guessing she was in her 50's.I also noticed a strap that seemed too large for a thong running down her bottom.
It then occurred to me that Jack was directly behind me and couldn't fail to notice that I wasn't wearing any knickers. I could feel myself start to blush.
When we stepped out onto a small landing Moira noticed immediately.
"Oh my dear, I hope those stairs haven't worn you out." She asked confusing my embarrassed glow for exertion.
Jack kept a diplomatic silence but Moira obviously knew her husband's looks.
"Ah, Sarah come with me a minute." She instructed and led me to a nearby door.
She led me into what was apparently a bedroom suite and showed me into a dressing room off to one side.
"I know my husband very well." She smiled. "Am I right in thinking that you showed he rather more than he bargained for coming up the stairs?"
Her manner was so polite and friendly I just had to laugh.
"Yes, I'm sorry." I giggled. "I went into the dark room and quite forgot."
By the time I had finished my embarrassed explanation she had opened a drawer filled with neatly folded underwear.
"I'm sure there is something here that will suit. Here, try these on."
She held up a pair of full knickers, pink with small motifs, something that a young teenager might wear.
They were something I wouldn't wear in a million years now but I didn't want to offend. I took them from her with a demur smile and she watched while I slipped them on. They seemed a bit tight.
She came over and turned me around. She lifted the hem of my short dress and smoothed the material over my bum with her elegant hand.
"Very nice. They are just right."
I had no idea what she meant and I certainly wasn't going to ask and besides she didn't give me the opportunity. She whisked me out of the dressing room and out into the landing again. Jack was nowhere to be seen.
"Jack will be waiting for us." She replied to my unasked question.
She led me to another door and another bedroom suite. We crossed the room to another door which she opened and ushered me in.
Shock is not the word. I was utterly dumbfounded.
Jack was there, all right but he had changed and was wearing shiny leather pants, a leather shirt and had a thick collar on with studs in it. He stood up when we entered.
There was a large double bed, the largest I have ever seen. On it were two very attractive girls of about my age, their arms around each other. They had been kissing when we walked in but stopped and turned to greet us with broad smiles. They were also wearing similar collars to Jack and had on leather bikinis.
A young man was sitting in a chair on his own towards the foot of the bed. Again he was dressed in leather apparel with thick, studded collar. Another couple, about the same age as Jack and Moira had been sitting next to Jack before he stood up.
Lastly, sat on a throne at the back of the room was a woman in a red leather mask wearing what appeared to be a red cat suit. She held a whip in one hand and a chair in the other. The chain was attached to a collar of a man kneeing at her feet who also wore a mask and a small leather thong.
There was no mistaking who there were. It was my Mum and Dad.
"This may look a little intimidating, Sarah, but none of us bite, I can assure you." Smiled Jack, whispering in my ear.
Moira slipped her arm around my waist again. It was rather reassuring as I'm sure it was intended to be.
"We're not supposed to speak without the Mistress's permission but Jack will tell you who's here." Whispered Moira in the other ear.
"Quick introductions, though I'm sure you won't remember all the names at once." Jack continued in his confident manner that made me feel more at ease.
"On the bed are Amelia and Emily, our daughters. As I am sure you can tell they are very close." Jack paused while they said hello. "And the young man here is our son, Mark."
Mark came up and shook my hand then gave me the gentlest of kisses on my cheek.
"And this behind me is my brother David and his wife Samantha."
Both were now standing and came over to greet me. David brazenly grabbed me around the waist, his hand slipping down over my bottom, ignoring the fact that Moira already was holding me.
"What a fine young lady you've brought us this time, Jack. Lovely firm ass. Look Samantha."
I was rather taken aback by his forwardness and it must have showed.
"Please forgive my brother David, or rather Bishop David. He's much too used to bullying choir boys, I imagine." Apologised Jack.
"Oh Jack. That's all in the past. I was simply complimenting young Sarah here on her rather obvious charms."
"What's going on there?" I could tell my Mother's stern tones cutting through the air. "Have I given anyone permission to talk or move?" She finished by cracking the whip she was holding. I winced.
"You girl. Come forward." Commanded Mum.
"Do as she says." Whispered Moira. "And remember to call her Mistress when you talk to her."
"But that's my Mu .." I was interrupted by another crack of the whip. I decided it was best to play along for now.
"Turn around girl and let me see your bottom."
I didn't say anything. I didn't think I could call Mum, Mistress and keep a straight face. I turned my back on her as I was asked.
"Bend over." She commanded.
