I was finally on My way to Melbourne and had a couple of days to share with My family before my 2 collared boys flew down to meet Me on Friday 23rd October.
As the boys made their way south, I was preparing to meet Mistress Servalan in the city for lunch. We had a wonderful relaxing time catching up in person after months of online communication and the afternoon flew. We both had to make Our way back to Our respective slaves, Mine of whom had well and truly landed by now. We would catch up again at Hellfire Resurrection later that evening.
After collecting My luggage from My sister’s place, I made My way back into town to meet the boys at the apartment W/we were staying in. slave tate, butch and Bryan were well settled in by the time I arrived. I had been out and about for most of the day and did not feel like going out for dinner before going out again to Hellfire Resurrection. A pizza order was placed which suited Me perfectly and then W/we could get ready for O/our big night at a more leisurely pace.
With the help from My maid, My gorgeous new antique-white raw silk skeleton cameo corset was laced into position. My theme for My two outfits for the weekend was black & white with no zebra pattern in sight – LOL!
W/we were ready to catch a taxi to the venue for Hellfire Resurrection IV around 9.30pm and arrived relatively early compared with the majority of the crowd who turned up in the following two hours.
Outfits were spectacular and W/we saw a few of O/our kinky friends from Queensland who had also made the trip down for the OzKinkFest weekend. This particular event was more performance based and having secured a spot on the edge (with stools to sit on) and good views of the stage, W/we were well entertained. My favourite two performances involved hook suspension: the first with a hook on either side of each knee and the second with 2 hooks in the skin between the shoulder blades. Simply mind blowing.
By the time I was ready to go home at around 2.45pm, O/our friend Bryan wanted to watch the best dressed competition which was about to start. I agreed to hang around for that and little did W/we know that he was planning on entering the ‘Best Cross Dressed’ category. Unfortunately he did not win but it was fun all the same. Getting a taxi was not difficult at 3am in the middle of the city and W/we were home in no time, winding down with a hot cup of tea and coffee before falling into bed.
I awoke on Saturday morning to the delicious smell of bacon and eggs wafting through the apartment – slave tate was busy cooking a hot breakfast for everyone. Fortunately W/we did not have to rush as My sister was not expecting U/us until midday. The boys were well trained and took care of washing and drying the dishes and cleaning up any mess… and I did not even have to say ONE word *winks*. W/we grabbed another taxi to the other side of the city where W/we met My sister and her partner. A quick trip to the market to grab some meat and nibblies for O/our BBQ lunch and in perfect weather conditions, W/we sat outside in the fresh air and sunshine enjoying a sensational afternoon of scrumptious food, divine wine and great company. W/we had certainly eaten very well and did not need dinner after finally making O/our way back to O/our apartment to prepare O/ourselves for Klub Kunst. In view of the late arrivals at Hellfire Resurrection the night before, I was in no rush to turn up early tonight.
I helped maid marian into her hobble maid’s uniform and corset and she in turn laced up My black & white leather corset. O/our plan was to leave around 10.30pm which was going well until W/we had trouble getting through on the phone to book a taxi. W/we realised the only way to get one was to walk to the nearest main road which was 2 blocks away to hail a cab. maid marian did not fancy walking in her 4″ heels so butch, Bryan and I left her behind and returned to collect her once W/we were in a taxi. O/our wait was not long and W/we were fine until O/our driver had trouble finding the venue. Noticing a female in a corset standing outside a building on the corner, butch got out and discovered it was the place W/we were looking for.
This venue was completely different in feel to Hellfire Resurrection and just as fabulous. Lots of rooms filled with lots of people in sensational outfits. Plenty of areas for play and at one stage I did play with butch, warming him up with My leather paddle and My cat-o-nine tails. The remainder of My evening was spent socialising, watching performances, and others at play. I began to fade by 3am by which time I decided I was ready to leave. Finding a cab was not so easy as the phone line was still down. After about 10 minutes, a taxi turned up and I was very pleased to sit down with a lovely cup of tea back at O/our apartment after a very hectic weekend of social activity.
No sleeping in on Sunday morning as W/we had to be out of the apartment by 10am. Waking at 8am meant I could have breakfast, shower, dress and pack without having to hurry. W/we did have a mini crisis to help out with when a friend returned to Queensland early that morning, leaving his house and car keys behind in Melbourne. Fortunately slave tate had not yet left for the airport and managed to collect the keys on his way to reunite them with O/our friend back on the Gold Coast.
While My 2 boys were on their way home, Bryan gave Me a lift to Southern Cross station where I travelled on to another friend’s place for lunch. No end to My social calendar yet as I finished the weekend in the late afternoon by staying overnight with My sister.
The OzKinkFest was a blast and I can’t believe how quickly the weekend disappeared and now I am back at home feeling like it was all a bit of a blur.