Excited times at our Saturday outing.

SG took me to a local carnival where I had a wonderful time.  I wasn’t sure I wanted to go.  My head was still reeling from all that transpired lately.  I still had ‘fuck this D/s shit’ running through my head but SG had already been teasing me with a few spankings and I was also a bit curious.  Besides I had promised I’d go.  My sex drive was about next to nothing though.  I even said no when SG asked if I felt like giving him a blow job.  My stress levels were off the chart because of work, migraines, and then my drama.  SG encouraged me to dress myself up and go take a comfortable look around.  He promised to have me home to spend the evening with my Mom for dinner and the Pageant of the Masters.  ‘Better to get out of the house and stay busy’ I thought.  “It should be fun” I hoped.

Traffic slowed us down quite a bit so we weren’t able to have our pancakes for breakfast.  That was ok though since by then I was feeling a bit self conscience in my slutty outfit.  It wasn’t that slutty but just more flashy than I’m used too.  Bouffant hair, black open front top with red laces, my red bra and belly visible, 4 inch heels, heavy eye makeup and red lipstick were all starting to feel conspicuous.  SG told me I looked fantastic and loved the overall effect so I was proud to be at his side but.. in a vanilla setting, I wasn’t broken hearted to skip it.

So there it finally was, at the back of an industrial park.  Balloons and sign out front letting us know we were at the carnival.  I wondered what the construction workers thought of the kinksters walking through the parking lot below them.  I was hoping for some head turning too but they were minding their own business.

SG and I walked hand in hand past a few small booths and were warmly welcomed and sold our entrance tickets.  Immediately I was drawn to the prizes on the raffle table.  There were some boots I would love to have for riding.  They were soooo cute.

SG held the heavy door open and I was immediately curious.  First I saw a rope tying booth.. ah I’m so in love with macramé put to such a good use.   I had trouble walking past it.

We went down the hallway, passing a sexy woman in a sheriff uniform.  She complimented me and bushed past.  My eyes must have been as big as saucers.  SG held my hand as we looked into each of the doorways to the booths.  We passed a spanking booth (hmmm tempting), deep throat banana (hmmm maybe), a jail cell (ooohh looked cool with its suspended wrist cuffs, very dungeon), ahh a ring toss and balloon dart booth; this looked easy.  We had a few free tickets with our admission so we gave it a try.  I tried the toss rings on the dildo and was quite grateful to hit the mark on the third try.  SG popped a balloon on his dart throw so we won a couple semi kinky little dolls right off.  “Hey this is fun :D Can we go back to the rope place?  SG went back to the ticket boot to buy me the opportunity to participate. 

I stood there waiting; my eyes never left the booth tender’s hands as they readied the booth for my binding.  I laughed with surprise when SG came back with a long string of red tickets.  I guess he meant to see that I was going to have fun that day.

SG watched and asked questions as the rope master tied me to the standing structure.  The asymmetrical design bound one hand over my head, one hand behind my back, my hair through the structure, and one leg up and behind the structure.  The structure was a metal lattice.  I was allowed to take a pic with some very beautiful young ladies caressing me.  I liked being tied and was wishing that I could be a bit used while I was there but the society was being very careful and that was understandable.. I guess L.  Across the way, there was a “Wheel of Kink.”

Here a few tickets bought a spin at the wheel to determine whether flogging, spanking, caning, user’s choice, or a few other transaction would transpire.  I was asked if I was giving or receiving and whether I’d like this Domme or the Dom talking to me.  The Dom talking to me seemed to already be in charge so I chose him.  I asked SG to spin the wheel, putting him in charge of that outcome.  The slapping of the leather indicator against the posts on the wheel gave a teasing detail to the atmosphere.  I closed my eyes to avoid seeing the outcome of the wheel.  I like surprises.

I was told to climb aboard the platform, facing the wall, and grab the cross bar.  The Dom told me he would start slow and to give him pain number.  Apparently the wheel landed on “Cropping.”  When I first felt the slim outline, I was a bit startled as I had never felt that particular sting but it was mild as promised.. only a 2.

I presented my large ass for a fuller impact.  This pleased the Dom and he delivered a delicious escalating increase of blows interspersed with sexy whispers and light touches.  My mind was reeling.  I backed off the platform and was hugged by the Dom and SG for doing a good job.  SG handed the Dom a few more tickets.

I was led back to the platform and awaited my fate.  I heard SG whisper “She could use a good flogging.”  So, it must have landed on spinner’s choice.

Here I was struggling with “fuck this D/s shit” going through my head along with “Sir, may I come please” about to spew out of my mouth.  I wondered if I had crossed over and become a pain slut.  The Dom was talking to me and it was turning me on so much.  I don’t even know what he was saying just that I was ready to submit completely.  I was ready for SG and for anyone to take charge.

I staggered and need some help off the little platform.  My ass was hot and stinging.  I hugged and kissed the Dom and SG.  I was so grateful to them both for making me feel so good.  I held on tight to SG as we wandered back up the hallway.

We went back to the deep throat banana booth to test the skills I had learned while training with my first Master.  As I was trying to get the thick, latex covered banana past the restriction of my vocal cords another girl came into try.  She didn’t have a ticket though and I was so proud when SG offered her one of his.  It was fun to have another girl to provide some competition.  I was happy to have won but my throat was a bit sore.  “I am a stupid stubborn slut sometimes” I confessed to SG.

The Sherriff came by and ask SG if there were any need to lock up anyone.  SG reported that I had said no to him today and gave the beautiful Sherriff a few tickets.  We were brought into the cell and the Sherriff instructed me that it would be best if I removed my top and I was welcome to remove my bra as well.  SG told me later that he was shocked and proud at how quickly I complied.  She cuffed my wrists into the hoist I grabbed the cross bars.  I really liked the setup.  It was so comfortable and very appropriate for punishment.  I asked if SG could take a pic and once the staff determined that it wasn’t violating anyone’s privacy, it was allowed.  I like that pic.  I was hoisted to a nice stretch and SG was escorted out of the cell.

Sherriff stroked my back softly with the long leather tendrils of her flogger and then came around to my face to whisper her instructions.  I was not to look anywhere but forward or at her, I was to call her Mistress, I was to use “Red” as my safeword.  Her lips were so close to mine.  I felt her soft breath.  She flicked my exposed nipple and told me she’d like them to stand at attention.  Then she walked out of site.

I felt the flogger, swing to a dull thud against my upper back, then a sharp sting.  Her technique was amazing.  She remarked at the tension in my back and expertly struck it away.  She brought me so close to climax.  I was biting my lip to avoid the embarrassment of wetting my pants.. I knew I would have had to ask first but I didn’t want to ask because I didn’t want to wet my pants and I wasn’t ready to take those off in public and cum, not yet anyway.  She said that the timer had gone off a long time ago but she was going to continue until another customer appeared.  She came by my face and gave me a very tender kiss.  I felt as high as the sun.

The next prisoner was there in an instant and I was released immediately and SG hugged me, helped me put my clothes back on and get organized.  I felt drunk the rest of the show.  I went to have my fortune told and relaxed a bit.  Then I realized it was time to head home and meet my mom. 

Things started to look distorted.  The petting zoo, the horse girl prancing around with the man with her reins and riding crop, the sexy pets for auction all started looking odd and I began to feel scared of what I had become.  SG mentioned the time again and I was glad it was time to leave.  I was anxious to leave actually.  I started to panic as he was getting interested in the auction.  SG bought sat me down outside and bought me some food.  We wondered out through the booths and headed home.

On the way home SG and I talked about the experience and I calmed down.  I called my mom and let her know I would just barely make it in time to meet her but I would be there.  She ended up being late.  That was good because I stopped to buy a big leather flogger in one of the booths on the way out.  It didn’t fit in my purse and I sure didn’t want to try and explain it nor my outfit to my mom.