Fux Fucks Feet - part 1
I awoke early the next morning feeling stiff and disoriented. The unfamiliar room seemed way too large and ostentatious for me. There was a knock on my door and I called for them to come in while trying to orient myself to my new surroundings. One of the quiet and almost invisible servant types entered the room to announce that breakfast was now being served in the atrium. Oh goodie, yet another new room to find. Actually he was quite polite and left a little map for me so I could find the atrium without starving to death first. Apparently I was not the only newcomer to the house.
After yesterday I was somewhat edgy about what my prize might be. I am not one for surprises and that snake woman was certainly a delightful surprise though I still bore her marks and felt stiff as a board. I hobbled on down to the atrium and only got lost once thanks to the map. I arrived to find many of the guests already at breakfast. There were islands of tables and a buffet set up along the far wall. The food was scrumptious and I dug in with an appetite taking an empty table. No one spoke to me during breakfast. The entire party sounded kind of muted and as drug out and hung over as I felt. I wonder what I missed last night that everyone was so tired? Oh well, I had my dose of excitement yesterday with the promise of even more today so I was not that curious.
I had barely finished breakfast when a tap on my shoulder startled me and I turned to see one of those incredibly quiet and nearly invisible servants behind me.
“Sir? The Madam requests your presence in the main drawing room.”
I got up stiffly and followed the quiet liveried servant down the hall feeling a bit nervous because if yesterday was anything to go by, then today might be even harder on me. I never felt less like party games in my life. We finally arrived at the main drawing room after threading through corridors and down wings and up stairs. No need for a walk in the garden or down the path in this place, just getting from 
room to 
room was a full excercise hour.
The main drawing room was amazing. Ornate lamps gave a subued glow to the room and the entire room was decorated in victorian style. It was posh and very overdecorated at least to my tastes, with tassles hanging from even the lamps and embroidery marching over the throw pillows. There were even the victorian style fainting couches obviously real and from the era.
My hostess was the gorgeous blonde babe from the stripping party - the one who issued my invitation to this very exclusive party among the rich and bored. She gave me a brilliant smile and motioned me to 
sit on one of the overdone sofas in the room.
After I was situated comfortably she began. “You were one of our winners yesterday and from the looks of it you had quite a tussle hmm?” She smiled warmly at me. “Good, well your prize is in one of these three rooms.” She motioned behind us to three doors labeled absurdly like a game show - door number 1, 2, and number 3. “Any of 
these rooms will give you pleasure beyond what the ordinary man sees in years there is no wrong choice here. The rest of the guests will amuse themselves with ordinary orgies but you my friend and the rest of the winners all have special prizes.
I interrupted at that point my nervousness overcoming any politeness I might ordinarily show. “What if I don’t like the door I choose?”
She laughed out loud at that. “You will trust me - you will. However you are free to go in all three if you like. If you can stand it that is.” She smirked at me then.
No wonder her parties were so sought after was my thought.
“Good luck - and do enjoy” the mistress of the house called over her shoulder as she closed the drawing room doors behind her.