This last weekend was the beginning of a row of busy weekends coming up on the social front – typical of the lead up to Christmas. Having some fun is all very well but chores remain to be done and it was about time maid marian turned up for her cleaning duties after various disruptions prevented her from doing so recently. I instructed My maid to present herself at midday on Saturday which I estimated would give her enough time to finish all the chores before I needed to go to the Collaring Ceremony in the late afternoon with slave tate.
With everything going according to plan, and even with maid marian taking a permitted short lunch break to eat what had been prepared for her, the timing was perfect and at 4pm slave tate could get himself ready for his chauffeur duties while I changed into something which would be more appropriate for both the Collaring Ceremony and Decadence (a Dance Party in Brisbane) after that.
The Collaring Ceremony was an exquisitely moving experience and it was a pleasure to be a part of such a special celebration. Unfortunately, time was against U/us as I also had to be at My friend’s place in Brisbane by 7.30pm and W/we had to leave not long after the formal part of the ceremony had taken place which was the part I did not want to miss. After the usual lengthy rounds of goodbyes, I was finally ready for my chauffeur to drive on to the next stop before turning around and making his way back to the Gold Coast for a quiet night in. I told him to expect an SMS from Me sometime in the late morning to inform him of the time he was to collect Me. I also warned him that it was likely to be a very late night for his Mistress.
I was ready to party and enjoy this special event which had been in the planning for some weeks. An early arrival meant a quiet hour to soak in the premises while My DJ friend prepared his space to start on the dot of 9pm when the venue officially opened its doors to the patrons of Decadence, and they rolled in the moment the gates were opened. The beat of the underground house music was infectious and the dancing and the play started and continued for hours without a break. I couldn’t help but move to the music even when I wasn’t on the dance floor and I noticed the same reaction in others. After playing with three beautiful, willing subs throughout the evening, and dancing to My heart’s content, the night flew and without warning, the music came to an end and W/we were being ushered out as it was now 5am and the street outside was bathed in daylight.
My first thought was, I was not feeling at all tired and how on earth was I going to get any sleep feeling like that? A detour on the way home to drop off a couple of other people before getting back to My friend’s place and a cup of tea later, the time slowly ticked away to almost 7am and then I suddenly slumped – ahhh, I will get a little sleep after all. Four hours of it to be precise! By 11am, I just could not continue sleeping any longer so I sent an SMS to My chauffeur informing him to turn up at 1pm. Whether I would be ready to leave at that time was a different matter but My slave would just have to wait until I WAS ready to leave!
My friends arose just before midday and We chatted for ages. My slave turned up on time at 1pm and W/we continued chatting for another couple of hours before I decided it was time to go home which was at approximately 3pm. I was tired but still buzzing at the same time and I was EXTREMELY thankful that I was not driving Myself.
W/we made O/our way back home to the Gold Coast and I was wondering if I would fall asleep but an important conversation with My slave about solving the problem of an errant left ball, did not permit any sleep activity. That would be fixed as soon as I got home which it was and My slave was promptly sent home so I could chill out for the remainder of the afternoon with activities which would not be too taxing on My very tired brain – LOL! Yes, I am well aware that it was self inflicted and now I was paying the price for lack of sleep. slave tate was not to expect to see Me online on messenger in the evening on Sunday. My energy level reached a low point around 6pm which was FAR too early for Me to go to bed so I soldiered on with the very engaging film I was watching (‘Nomad’) and got through to a more reasonable hour to finally go to bed which was after 11pm.
I may have been feeling flat late yesterday afternoon for some hours but it was well worth it. The next exciting event occurs on Wednesday when I have My slave tattooed in Surfers Paradise on the Gold Coast which is an early Christmas present for him from his Goddess *GRINS*.