We arrived on Friday, after shopping, then we both went for massages and I got my hair straightened. Of course I over packed and so once we found a parking spot under ground we needed a luggage cart to bring up my many bags of shoes and boots, our toy bag and our luggage of vanilla clothing and fetish wear. Master told me to find a cart, while he organized what we would be taking up to our room. I wandering into the area where the vendors for the event are setting up, and I am greeted by Terry, her Master Don and her brother Ken. Big hugs all around, as we haven't seen each other for awhile and it was at Terry and Don's where my husband/master and I first met. I didn't want to keep master waiting, so I needed to stay on task and find a cart, and it would seem that all the luggage carts were being used by the vendors to bring in all their wares, kinky toys and equipment. I make my way back to the truck empty handed. Master has all of our belongs out of the truck waiting for my return and it is obvious that we need a cart. So Master decides to take on the mission and go in search of the needed cart. He returns in 2 minutes, cart in hand. The confused look on my face prompts an explanation, he ran into a vanilla friend, who isn't so vanilla, and is a vendor for the event. She will also be doing face painting for the event which is so up my "let's play lil girl dress up" alley.
We finally make it to our room, unload a months worth of stuff for the weekend, we sit back and relax for a bit before making plans to meet up with some friends for dinner in the hotel pub. After dinner we head back to our rooms, to don our togas for the Roman toga party and opening ceremonies. I was hoping to order my toga from costumes.com, but time ran out and so we were left to wear the togas that I made a while back. There were some amazing outfits, and ours didn't compare, but Master knows how I like to show off, so when the emcee called for the ladies to walk the stage, though I didn't think my toga was worthy, he directed me to go up and strut my stuff. I was feeling self conscious, when one of the girls pulled out her tits and ran back and forth across the stage and I realized though that being on stage wasn't my thing I really had nothing to be insecure about.
Once the commencement ceremony was over, the dungeon opened. Master and I slipped up stairs so I could once again change my outfit. A black lacy teddy, a black and purple bra and panty set. Covered in a long black over coat, we made our way down to the party, where we played publicly for the first time in forever. We found a piece of equipment that looked like a padded work horse. Master places a blindfold over my eyes then he then pulls my titties out of the confines of their bra, places clover clamps on my nipples and directs me to mount the bench. He guides me to straddle the bench, with a my knees resting on either side, when I feel his hand on my back, pushing me forward. My belly resting on board that I straddle, my breasts separated. We play lightly that first night, go back to our room, to wake early the next morning for our kinky workshops.
The weekend was full of great workshops, put on by some amazing presenters; such as Advanced Master/slave Relationships: Breaking Free of Habitual Patterns, BDSM and the Law, What's Love got to do with Master/slave Relationships, Fisting and G-Spotting, Slutty Sex for Real Relationships, The Mind is a Wonderful Thing to Fuck, Bondage for the Bedroom to name a few. It was a chance to learn, explore and push boundaries. I got to see some old friends and though Beauty and Ann were not in attendance at the event, they did meet up with us for lunch, where we got a chance to catch up, share my wedding photos and discuss Ann's up coming wedding. I also got a chance to spend some time with Suzy, who introduced Master and I and set us up on our first blind date.
The second evening Master let me get a kinky balloon animal, I decided on a pink pussy with a bit of brown pubic hair and a pink penis. We also got our pictures taken by a professional photographer that was on hand, unfortunately once we got home we discovered the disc that we got did not work. Master placed me in a stand up cage, pulled out my tits and teased me while others around us played and passerbys stopped to watch. I would post pictures, but cameras are not allowed in the dungeon.
The last evening of the event Master decided to push me. Blindfolded once again, bent over a padded spanking bench at the back of the room, he starts with my favourite toy, a bamboo toy that puts me into a trance like state when he strikes in a ryhmatic stroke. This toy has never hurt before, but Master gives me a few hard swats and make me realize that I am in for it. I struggle against my restraints and my feet start to go crazy a sure sign that I am having a difficult time. He doesn't let up, changing to a suede flogger and a leather paddle, I hold my breath for each blow, making myself light headed, his finger reach down between my legs, rubbing my moist pussy, as a reward for taking what he had to give, but what was meant as a reward made me even angrier. I usually love having my pussy played with, but knowing that there was more pain to come, it seemed like an invasion. I wanted to scream out to stop, when he leaned over to check in with me, but I said nothing. I could feel the tears welling up behind my blindfold despite the fact and I was trying everything not to cry. I wanted to scream, but I didn't want to disrespect him, I tried hard to enjoy it, to think of the lovely marks that I would have on my ass, but nothing comforted me, I tried to harden myself to it, but that didn't work either. I did cry out with each blow and the flood gates broke, the tears started to flow and I started to mumble to please stop, I've had enough, he embraced me, removed my blindfold and was there for me. Once my restraints were removed, I started to shiver, my teeth began to chatter, he wrapped my coat around me, and let me sit at his feet. I wasn't angry, we talked, I cried and we laughed, I was exhausted. He took me back to our room and I ran to the mirror to check out my ass. The marks didn't reflect what I felt I had been through, it was red, slightly bruised, with some small welts but I felt like I should of had more evidence of the pain in felt, but still each mark was mine and I loved it.
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