Introduction Who would have thought, a woman my age would be in a pledge line with three other naked women?

I wouldnt have even considered this in college almost 20 years ago. I must admit, at first I was wary about being paraded in front of thirty or so masked men and women. But, having all these distinguished looking men in tuxes, and women in gorgeous ball gowns, appraising every inch of my exposed body is surprisingly turning me on. From the moment I walked into the changing room, a rush of excitement started to fill every inch of my body. I know its crazy, but with my adrenaline pumping every reservation I had coming in was left at the door. I am actually looking forward to what is in store. This is so not like me. As I have said many times, you only live once and this is probably the craziest thing I have done to date. I cant say I was nervous. My anxiety was actually calmed by the mysterious changing room attendant. With the room being lit only by candles, it made it hard to see who she was. Dressed in a hooded robe, I assumed my cloaked friend was a she because I could see her painted toe nails poking out from under the robe. If only my toes looked that good. I must find out the name of her nail-tech. After being instructed by my hooded chaperon to undress, she gently pulled my hair back into a ponytail. Handing me a red satin sleeping mask, it was understood that she wanted me to blindfold myself. I hesitantly obliged. She adjusted the mask slightly and without warning another pair of hands was wrapping another blindfold over top of the sleeping mask.

J. Pennington / Ravenhurst Society Red Book / 2 With minimal words, a voice from behind me asked me to place my hands behind my back. Seeing my hesitation, my chaperone whispered in my ear, Its ok. I could feel her breath on my neck as the other individual tied my hands with a similar fabric to the one used on my eyes. It wasnt a confining tie. The silky fabric was lightly wrapped around my wrists a couple of times. I really think it was meant more as a symbolic gesture to find my trust. Why else would I be so loosely tied? As my eyes were no longer of any use, I could feel my hearing start to intensify; along with my other senses. Although I did not hear her footsteps leave, I had a sense that I was now standing alone in an empty room. I stood motionless as I listened intently for any signs of movement; nothing. I thought I could hear another woman in an adjacent room. My focus was sharply interrupted by a hand grabbing my elbow. With a slight tug I was now being led through my blind labyrinth. Once in the hallway, the concrete floor felt cold on my bare feet. If my nipples were not already hard from the anticipation, they sure would have been from the draft coming down the hall. I was amazed how in tune my senses were becoming without the ability to see. Listening more intently now, I felt as though we were no longer alone. Something about the somber pace gave me the feeling we were in some sort of procession. I dont know how, but I could sense the walls on either side of me disappear. My intuition suggested we were moving into a larger room. The floor changed from the cold hardness of concrete to the cushion of a rug. Leading me into position, the hand that had been guiding me slid gently up my arm to my shoulder. Once again I felt the warm breath on my neck whispering causing the fine hairs on my neck to stand up. Kneel, she whispered. Without hesitation, I found myself willingly obeying. I felt more

J. Pennington / Ravenhurst Society Red Book / 3 vulnerable now being on my knees. With my arms tied behind my back, blind folded, and totally naked, I surprised myself to how submissive I had become to the relative strangers. After a couple minutes in silence, I heard a mans voice off to my far right. He uttered only one word in a deep empowered voice, Pink. Pink? Is that supposed to mean something to me? Am I supposed to respond? Before I could muster any words, I recognized some rustling coming from my left. I could hear people softly muttering about something. This lasted for several minutes then everything settled to silence again. The audible stillness was broken again by that same deep voice. Blue. A few seconds later, I heard shuffling to my right. It was a little softer this time, harder to hear. I dont think it was so much anyone being quieter, as it was the people might have been further away from me. I could hear a female taking in a deep inhale followed by one of those long waiting to exhale breaths. With that, the sounds faded away. Once again the room was silent. My knees are aching and my legs are starting to quiver. I cant remember the last time I was on my knees that long. I used to love being fucked doggy style. Has it really been that long? I dont think my knees are going to hold out much longer. As if the blindfold gods were listening, Red was called. A pair of hands came from behind and removed both of my blindfolds. Squinting as my pupils tried to adjust, I could see now my blindfolds were red. That led me to wonder, whose were pink and blue? As I tried to look to my left, a pair of hands cradled both sides of my face like blinders and positioned my head straight forward. In front of me were, for lack of a better word, a panel of masked men and women. All I could see were pairs of eyes peering through their masks at me.

J. Pennington / Ravenhurst Society Red Book / 4 Once the hands were removed from my face, I could see through my peripherals two women to my immediate left and right. They were both naked and kneeling just as I was. The only difference between the two was the woman to my right was still blindfolded. Purple was called and two robed figures rushed in to remove her blindfolds. It was making sense now. I figured the woman to my left must be Pink. Blue must be down the line somewhere. And I was of course Red. Good choice. Red is my favorite color. Several minutes passed in silence. Every once in awhile I could see a masked face lean to the person next to them like they were whispering. I could still here nothing. With their ornate masks covering their entire faces, reading lips was out of the question. As alone and vulnerable as one could feel, bound and naked on display in front of a group of people, it was comforting knowing there were three other women sharing the same experience with me. I must say, being naked in front of so many strangers is rather erotic. Does anyone find reasonable cause that any one of these fine goddesses not be allowed to proceed? Finally, Oz has spoken. Hidden in the shadows, his booming voice reverberated throughout the room. No one else spoke a word. From the middle of the crowd, the masked audience parted and the man I assumed to be the voice stepped into view for the first time. He stood out from the rest of the crowd as he, besides the chaperones, was the only other person dressed in a robe. His robe was more distinguished by the stitched embellishments lining the bottom. Peering from under the hood, I could see a gold renaissance style mask. His mask only covered his eyes and nose leaving his mouth exposed. His jaw-line was sharp and his chin was slightly cleft. From what I could see, he was shaping up to be very handsome.

J. Pennington / Ravenhurst Society Red Book / 5 His robe was untied and parted down the middle. My eyes couldnt help being drawn down his chest. The robe was only parted a couple inches, but just enough to show the valley and cliffs of his sculpted pecks. As he walked forward, the motion of his legs teased me by swaying the robe slightly. Looking into the rippling shadows caused by the fluctuating robe, my gaze intensified as I realized he was just as naked as I was. The expectation of what was to be found in the darkness actually made my eyes tear up. I barely blinked as I did not want to miss any possible debut. He moved to the far end of the line. I could barely see what was going on as I dare not turn my head. I could tell the woman was standing up though. He moved closer to the woman directly next to me. I could see him reach out his hand and she rose to her feet as well. Straining my eyes to see what was going on caused tears to puddle on my bottom lid. I finally blinked which released a steam of tears to cascade down my cheek. I blinked several times in succession trying to clear my vision. Once my eyes cleared and I looked up, standing not more than a foot in front of me was the manhood I strained to catch a glimpse of moments earlier hidden in the shadows of his robe. In all its uninhibited glory, the Lizard of Oz was hanging inches from my face. In awe, I could feel my lips part slightly. Just enough that I could feel the edges of my mouth fighting the adhesive bind of my lip stick. I so wanted to use my tongue to help release their adhesion. But, how tacky would I look licking my lips with a cock inches in front of my face. Or maybe that would be sexy? Have I been out of the game that long? I quickly remedied my predicament by closing my mouth totally.

J. Pennington / Ravenhurst Society Red Book / 6 He reached out towards my face. Did he see my desire? Is he about to introduce his cock to my longing tongue? His thumb brushed my cheek and wiped the path of my tears. The soft touch of his finger trailed down my cheek, across my jaw bone, and to my chin. With very little coaxing, he guided my chin upwards. Trying to stay composed, I rose to my feet. Looking deep into the eyes behind the mask, I felt a sudden rush come over me. Maybe it was the blood flowing back to my feet. Not sure, but something in those hazel eyes surely calmed me. A relaxation came over all my muscles and my lips finally parted on their own. I could see his eyes fall to my mouth. As he turned away, the muscles in his chiseled jaw hinted a smile. Now that he was no longer in front of me, I let out the same exhale I heard earlier from the other woman. It was almost as if I had not taken a breath the whole time he was in front of. After the last woman, "Purple", rose to her feet our gracious host turned to address his masked counsel. Ladies and gentlemen, standing in front of you, conquering any trepidation, overcoming any inhibitions to bare all before you, showing their desire and willingness to conform to your mercy, these women request council for their induction into our family. Upon good faith, their individual sponsors presented adequate representation for such consideration. It is your duty, as is your brothers and sisters here next to you, to give fair deliberation to such a request. He pauses and turns towards us. The breeze from the turn wafts his robe to the side for a brief second. I can see why this man receives the admiration and respect for his family. Ladies, as is true in life, desire and willingness only gets you so far. That is why, like the men and women that came before you, and everyone in this room right now, you must prove your unwavering trust in everyone around you.

J. Pennington / Ravenhurst Society Red Book / 7 As if standing here naked in front of strangers wasnt enough, what did he mean by prove? For the protection of our sanctum, and for the privacy of everyone around you, only once you have shown complete trust in your fellow society members will the masks be removed to reveal your future. As you have fulfilled all of your prior commitments to this process, one final act of declaration is required. Once again, the masked sea parted and four robed figures came forward. Just like our master of ceremony, their robes were teasingly parted down the middle as well. And like before, my eyes strained to find what signs of life were hidden in the darkness. Oh God, please let one of those be for me.

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