It begins. Questions and answers for strangers.

It begins. Questions and answers for strangers. Shortly after seven, I am guided into a room blindfolded. I follow with tripping steps until I am pushed down on a couch or something. I don't know if the guests are already there. I'm trying to hear something, but I only hear my own breath. A hand strokes my face and a glass of wine is handed to me. It's cold and tastes delicious. After a few sipps my master starts to explain todays rules to me. Since I should have no idea how many guests are present - they are already there! - they will not speak to me but communicate with me through my master. When words are needed! Now a kind of interrogation begins. Again and again I hear people clinking glasses. but no matter how hard I try, I cannot draw any conclusions about how many people are present! I keep hearing a computer keyboard clatter and my master asking me question after question. . Submissive, obedient and honest, i answer all questions about myself, my preferences, my experiences, my limits and everything else what the strangers want to know ... What would you have asked me?