I was on the go as soon as I got up on Saturday. There were a number of things I had to get done before going out tonight as well as making sure that maid marian knew exactly what she was permitted and not permitted to do at the party this evening. A quick chat with slave tate online soon set him straight and he was due to arrive at My place at 6pm.
The day flew and I was soon getting ready for the PJ party. Although I knew I had been offered a bed to sleep on, I was not quite sure of the bedding status and packed a sleeping bag and My pillow just in case. Always be prepared is My motto. slave tate arrived promptly as always, was sent directly into the spare room so maid marian could get herself dressed before W/we departed. A final touch before W/we could leave – maid marian needed her shoe locks on and lockable leather wrist cuffs. THEN I was satisfied and ready to make O/our way to the party.
There was already a HUGE bonfire well lit by the time W/we arrived. Just the trick to keep the cold night air at bay on such a clear and still evening. First to warm up and socialise. It was not long before maid marian was expected to help transport the hot food downstairs. After expressing some concern about going up and down the stairs in her 4″ heels whilst carrying large pots of hot food, I determined she had a valid enough point to warrant removing her shoes and shoe locks. she was instructed to remain in stockinged feet until she was given permission to change into her pajamas. The fabulous hot food was out and ready to tuck into, just what I was looking for – a much needed boost for My energy levels. The Pea & Ham soup was thick and delicious, as was the Devilled sausages. Had to leave some room for the delicious pavlova with caramel and banana – YUM!
With a full tummy and a glass of wine, I continued to toast Myself by the fire for a little longer before I was summoned by the Beautician – she was ready to wax maid marian’s eyebrows. Off W/we went and THIS time, much more would be removed. No more thick, masculine looking eyebrows for My maid.
After dessert had settled, I had to find a willing body to play with. Having paired up with another wicked One, I grabbed My cane and My crop and Our ‘victim’ was in position and ready for torment. With the crop and cane assigned to one cheek each, every stroke landed in tandem with the other. The sub was desperately trying to accurately guess the age, month and year of birth of the other Superior One with the cane in Her possession. Every incorrect answer rewarded with a kiss of the cane. maid marian was standing on the side lines watching which was fine by Me, BUT, when she began counting the strokes on behalf of the sub We were dealing with, and giving some lip, it was time for her to join the sub on the horse and learn a thing or two herself. I was not having My maid take advantage of someone else’s perceived misfortune!
By the time My maid was in position and looked back to see where I was, she noticed I had switched implements and the cane was now in MY hand which only meant one thing – My maid was going to be taught a lesson. With no warning AND no warm up, I applied the first six strokes. Then I mentioned “six of the best” to maid marian which meant she was now going to GET six of the best as I considered the first six to be a warm up! 12 strokes later, My maid was sent back to her position against the wall as an observer – I doubt she will be giving any lip now!
Back to the other sub, I had been warmed up now and with cane in hand, decided to give him some real treatment. he was still guessing incorrectly and gained a thwack with My cane for every wrong answer. maid marian was ordered to assist Me by holding the nearby sling out of My way (which was preventing Me from being able to swing out with the cane as widely as I am accustomed to). In full swing and with so many wrong answers, the tip of My cane soon broke off and went flying. Oh dear, and I was just getting into it and had no spare cane to use. Within seconds, two canes were presented to Me and I chose the more flexible one to continue with. I was not ready to finish yet – LOL. The sub soon got it right, MANY cane strokes later, and I had had My fun for the evening. Back to the fire for a rest and further conversation until around 2.30am when the thought of a comfy bed became very inviting.
My sleeping bag was not big enough to share with another Mistress friend of Mine. No problem there, maid marian would give Us her doona for the night and she would use My sleeping bag! And that was all there was to it, she was given no choice in the matter.
Managed to get about 6 hours sleep. maid marian was a very good girl and was quiet as a mouse the entire time. I would not have been impressed had she disturbed Me during the night or too early in the morning. It was so cosy in bed, I lay there for about half an hour chatting with My Mistress friend before W/we finally dragged O/ourselves out of bed. I was still feeling rather full after last night’s food and a hot drink was all I needed. Then, out of pj’s and back into My clothes. With everything packed and put in the car, W/we reluctantly said O/our goodbyes and finally departed.
The rest of My day was quietly spent catching up on emails, watching a recorded program followed by the return of a new Dr. Who series. slave tate had spent plenty of time in My presence this weekend and could wait until tomorrow before having another opportunity to speak with Me again. That was until I realised I did not have the shoe locks in My bag and I was hoping that slave tate had put them with maid marian’s things before leaving the party this morning. A quick phone call to My slave confirmed My thoughts so I set him the task of polishing them as they were in his possession.