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…Back to the here and now, I send out my third text to let the event hosts know I was departing my home and was on my way, as directed.
ChapterFour
Still inside my vehicle, I dwelled in the parking lot of what appeared to be a high-end, private wilderness lodge. I still had ten minutes to spare. I didn’t want to arrive too early, knowing that most Dominants wanted their directions exactly followed. However, I did see other people moving about the manicured property, so I figured it must be okay to be a minute or two early.
At further inspection of the text message, it did say “by” noon, not “at” noon.
With a shrug, I turned off my cell and locked it up in my glove compartment. I then left the physical safety and emotional security of my car.
The interior of the rustic chalet was luxurious, the ambiance cozy and welcoming with its warm woods, evergreen plants, golden-glow lighting, and neutral colors. The spacious lobby featured large stone fireplaces and cushy seating. All manner of people, tops and bottoms in various states of dress—and undress, socialized in the relaxed atmosphere. Doms and subs and slaves, littles and pets and fetish fantasy, and more.
There was a small bar where attendees could get drinks, manned by a female bartender wearing nothing but a black apron and a leather collar. She worked her shaker with flair and a smile before pouring the cocktail into a copper mug.
Resort employees manned a check-in desk, also wearing little in the way of professional clothing. There were no undergarments or shirts under the black blazers that functioned as both a jacket and a dress.
Panic set in when I spied the line of people with luggage precuring keys. I myself had brought nothing but my ID and my keys. I had left my phone in the car. Why was I the only one ordered to bring nothing?
“May I help you?”
I nearly jumped out of my boots as I spun to face the woman. She too was dressed in a black blazer dress, sans undergarments, and showcased a collar. Her gold nametag read “Pretty Kitty” on it. She held a tablet in her hand.
“Yes, I’m here for the weekend, but I don’t have anything with me. I was told not to bring anything.”
“Ah,” she said, nodding. “Name?”
I handed over my ID. “I don’t know how I will pay to stay here.”
She handed my license back. “You don’t need to. You are a VIP. Everything will be provided for you.”
“Oh.”
She beamed at me in reassurance. “All is well. Follow me.”
I followed Pretty Kitty across the lodge then down a hall. She opened a double door and ushered me into a large meeting room of sorts filled with large portable cages that sat on transport carts. Some of the cages were already filled with “animals”—people whose themed wear included ears and a tail. There were deer, foxes and rabbits.
It then clicked. These were prey animals.
Some of the cages were being rolled out a back exit by people wearing forest ranger uniforms. As Pretty Kitty guided me to a table with paperwork, I peeked out to see that the cages were being loaded into cargo vans and driven away.
A large man who was too sexy in his uniform smiled when we approached.
“Officer, we have another release that needs to be sent to the reserve,” Pretty Kitty explained. “Rabbit.”
“Awesome. Here is your consent form. Once you sign, I will issue you ears and a tail as well as your tag.”
“Didn’t I already give my consent?”
He nodded. “This is just a second chance to reconsider. We want to make sure you are cool with the scene you are about to be released into. It can feel pretty real, and CNC rabbits need to be mentally prepared.”
“CNC rabbits?”
“She is new,” Pretty Kitty offered.
“Ah,” the ranger smiled. “The animal represents the desired scene. Deer will be hunted by assigned bears. These are mostly committed players who will only capture their assigned person. Foxes are hunted by mountain lions. Foxes are single players being hunted by other single players who want the thrill of the chase—the fun without the brutal force. They will return to the lodge upon capture and play in the dungeon.”
“Oh. So I’m a rabbit who will play outside instead?” I asked as I filled out my name. Pretty Kitty showed the officer her tablet. He retrieved a thin wrist tag like you see at clubs or hospitals from a file.
“Rabbits have agreed to a darker CNC experience,” he continued. “That means only a safeword will end the scene, no matter how much the rabbit protests. The wolves have memorized the hard limits on the wristbands, so upon capture, the scene will commence without interruption. Rather than returning to the lodge, the scene will play out either in the wild, at a den cabin, or the surrounding area.”
