This trip had been booked quite some time ago and I have been looking forward to taking My collared slave to Melbourne as a special treat for his 50th birthday. It did not take long for the day of O/our trip to arrive and pack what I needed last Thursday in preparation for an early start on Friday.
[For a detailed account of the events of this weekend from My slave’s point of view, read his fabulous descriptive account here].
slave tate arrived 6.25am and if he was excited, he was containing himself very well. W/we had a long walk from the long term carpark to the terminal as the carpark was surprisingly overflowing, until W/we remembered it was the Grand Prix in Melbourne which explained everything. O/our flight left on time and was smooth all the way. After collecting O/our hire car, and with my slave’s e-tag in hand (Me that is, My slave was still expected to drive even without his chauffeur’s cap), W/we left the airport and made O/our way to O/our first stop, My sister’s place in Port Melbourne. With a quick introduction to My sister and her partner, W/we decided to head over to Richmond for lunch which involved a drive through the city, negotiated very well by My slave in unfamiliar territory. My slave even managed to reverse into a parking spot in one go (and yes, your Goddess was impressed – LOL)!
W/we ended up at an Italian Restaurant and bearing in mind W/we were also going out for dinner, pizza was the most sensible choice from the menu. As it is a birthday celebration trip for My slave, and he is normally greatly restricted with alcohol consumption, I decided that My slave would be permitted to drink alcohol within reason over the next three days. I also gave him another surprise – presented him with an early birthday gift. May as well start the long weekend in full birthday celebration mode. My slave was quite taken aback by the sterling silver celtic horse head bangle I had given him to which I quickly added, “don’t expect a present like that from Me every year boy!!!” After finishing O/our lunch, W/we continued on to another bar in South Yarra called the The Botanical. Another drink and more conversation until it was time for U/us to make O/our way to Mt. Dandenong where W/we would be staying overnight. W/we would be seeing My sister and her partner again on Saturday night at Abode.
The drive to Olinda took the best part of 90 minutes and I was delighted with the Forget-Me-Not cottage W/we had booked: a two storey set up with the single bed downstairs (My slave’s bed) and My luxurious double bed upstairs – perfect arrangement! I also discovered a strange little alcove beyond slave tate’s bed with a curtain drawn across which when opened, revealed a fabulous floor to ceiling metal frame (really a wine rack) but My mind immediately began to work overtime *wicked grin*. No time to do anything now, W/we had a dinner date with Mistress Jewel and her slave romani at The Ivy Cafe in Olinda at 7.30pm. My slave might get some play AFTER dinner if he is lucky.
Mistress Jewel was already at the table when W/we arrived and after the introductions and letting My slave know how he was to address Mistress Jewel, W/we could get on with conversation, drinking and eating. The evening, although very cool, and finding out that the outdoor gas heater was not working, did not dampen the night as I simply sent My slave back to O/our cottage to fetch My zebra patterned Pashmina shawl and his jumper. W/we had a delicious and most filling meal with a sensational dessert recommended by Mistress Jewel – a white chocolate pizza with ice cream!!!!
By 10.30pm, W/we decided to leave as W/we all had a big night coming up at Abode and I need some beauty sleep after getting up at 5.30am this morning. Parting company, I returned to O/our cottage with slave tate where he was told to strip off and put his leather jock strap on. I was in the mood to add some further interest to his evening. It did not take Me long to get him into some rope bondage and attached to the wire frame so I could playfully torment his nipples. Nothing like a bit of evening entertainment before retiring to bed *winks*. It was now closing in on midnight, so off with the ropes and time to hit the sack.
It was now Saturday morning and I had planned to get up at 8am but when My alarm went off, I opted to sleep in for another half hour. My slave in the meantime had his shower and once I was up, he was instructed to make breakfast for Me AFTER I had My bath. It was eggs and bacon on toast for his Goddess with a cup of Earl Grey tea and while I consumed My breakfast, he then got on and made some for himself. By the time W/we had finished breakfast and My slave had washed and put away all the breakfast dishes, it was 11am and W/we were ready to leave. Mistress Sabina was not expecting U/us until 3pm so W/we had a few hours to fill in as I wished.
I decided to show My slave some of My old childhood haunts and to help him realise how easy his walking is compared to the heavy school bag I had to lug around every week day of My school life for 6 kilometres (3 kms each way) on a DAILY basis, before I got anywhere near a school bus! Then there was a Memorial Tower to climb up for the 360 degree panoramic view towards Melbourne and its surrounds before heading back into the township to explore the craft shops and galleries. After the eating out yesterday and the big breakfast this morning, I did not need any lunch but decided to have a drink in the local pub with My slave before W/we headed towards Brighton.
W/we arrived at Mistress Sabina’s to be welcomed by, and immediately given her pet snake Medusa to befriend. What an introduction for My slave to My Mistress friend and her snake!
W/we spent the first part of O/our arrival indulging in more alcohol and cake and My slave was treated to a delightful birthday cake surprise from Mistress Sabina – a Crown Lager with a sparkler firing away. There was no time to waste as Mistress Sabina asked Me if she could use My slave for a little job. More than happy to oblige in return for her gracious hospitality, My slave was given the job of washing the outside of the hearse which had not been used for some time and had been under cover gathering lots of dust. At this stage, My slave had no idea that when I said W/we were travelling to Abode in Mistress Sabina’s hearse, I meant that he would be in the back!!! My slave was kept busy for quite some time and he did a sterling effort in getting it clean.
W/we had time for pizza for dinner after which W/we all had to get appropriately dressed for the evening before some other guests turned up to join U/us. I added the rope bondage on My slave and then ordered him to follow Me outside to the hearse as W/we would be leaving shortly. After opening the back door, he was told to get inside the back of the hearse with his feet facing the front. Now he realised exactly how he was travelling to Abode and it wasn’t how he had thought!!! Once he was in position, I wrapped some rope around his upper arms and secured them to the metal supports on the sides to prevent him from sliding around in the back as W/we went around corners.
Mistress Sabina was driving (with slave tate in tow in the back and Me and her slave sharing the front seat). The looks W/we got as W/we drove towards St. Kilda were priceless and W/we could be heard well before O/our arrival at Abode (the powerful engine and two exhaust pipes created a deep rumbling noise which was fantastic). My sister and her partner watched in amazement as W/we rolled in and parked and their amazement turned into amusement when they realised My slave was tied up in the back of the hearse. What an arrival and what a sensation it must have been for slave tate.
My sister has never been to a Fetish Club before so this would not only be a new experience for slave tate but one for her and her partner as well. After getting in, a human doormat was on the floor. My sister asked what he was doing and I explained that people step on him as that was his fetish. W/we watched as Mistress Sabina stood on him, then I had a go. After getting down, I asked My sister if she would like to try it and getting right into the spirit of the place and without any hesitation, she said why not and promptly got into position. I was so not expecting that from her and thought it was great that she was not feeling overwhelmed by the atmosphere.
Mistress Jewel had already secured a spot in one corner of the main room where W/we could park O/ourselves and O/our equipment. After first making sure My sister was comfortable and sending My slave to get Me a glass of water, I soaked in the ambience and chatted with My sister and her partner for awhile. It was the first time they had seen Me dressed in My fetish gear (My “Mistress” outfit as My sister put it). They were intrigued by the various happenings and then had an opportunity to see Me at work on My slave as he had an outstanding punishment hanging over his head and birthday or not, he would be taking his punishment tonight.
My slave was positioned in the very comfortable stocks and with his cheeks beautifully presented, it was time to warm them up with some gentle taps of My crop and paddle, followed by some full on strokes of My crop. As it was his birthday (and it was too difficult to bring My black cane with Me to Melbourne), he would not get as severe a punishment as he otherwise would have. During a short break of the cropping, someone in the club tapped Me on the shoulder and offered Me the use of his new crop – a delighfully wicked implement with a V shaped head made of very thick rubber. That will bite beautifully I thought to Myself as I thanked the person for his generous offer. It will complete My slave’s punishment perfectly. The crop landed with some force and was music to My ears. My slave would be feeling that for sure and he was duly informed that he would get 6 strokes on each cheek with this implement. When I had finished administering My slave’s punishment, Mistress Jewel approached Me and asked if She could give My slave some birthday spanks with Her wicked cane. Of course She could, that is what slave birthdays are for!
After slave tate’s punishment had been completed, he was set free from the stocks and was permitted to socialise for the remainder of the evening at Abode. As soon as the Member’s Area was open, W/we all made O/our way upstairs and spent the remainder of the evening chatting, drinking and socialising. Both Mistress Jewel and Mistress Sabina had a play upstairs with their slaves and the time flew. By that point, it had already been a couple of busy days and when the suggestion was made at 1.30am to return to Mistress Sabina’s for coffee, everyone was more than happy to leave. My sister and her partner made their way home as they had an even later night on Friday night than I did. I was surprised they lasted at Abode as long as they did and they obviously were feeling comfortable enough to hang around which made Me very happy. The trip in the hearse on the way home for slave tate was in the front this time. W/we managed to last until approximately 3.30am when I began to fade and just had to go to bed. slave tate had prepared the 3 large cushions on the floor at the foot of My bed as his mattress, covered with a sheet and a doona to keep him warm.
It was now Sunday morning and slave tate made a comment about how wonderful his sleep had been and how comfortable his bed was to which My reply was: “Well, if the dogs find the cushions comfortable, then it should be good enough for My slave as well!” Today was a low key, relaxing day spent with Mistress Sabina. She had a guest turning up before lunch for half an hour who turned out to be Mistress Britt – the third Mistress in as many days for My slave to meet! After Mistress Britt’s departure, Mistress Sabina and I went out to collect the ordered sandwiches which were absolutely delicious and very filling indeed. With more red wine and conversation, the afternoon drifted by in no time and I had to repack My suitcase which did not take long. W/we finally had to say goodbye to O/our wonderful host and thanked her for her generous hospitality. It had been a tremedously exciting weekend and W/we were now on the last leg getting O/ourselves back to the airport to return the hire car and catch O/our flight home. The drive to the airport took U/us right next to the Grand Prix track and with the race starting at 5pm, W/we timed it perfectly to hear the roar of the cars, only 20 metres from where W/we were on the road to the airport. I could not believe the level of noise and this was the closest I had ever been to a car race. I live on the Gold Coast and have not even been that close to the Indy when it was running! What a departure from Melbourne.
W/we killed some time at Tullamarine airport with coffee before boarding and feeling so full after the excesses of weekend, the only thing I felt like consuming on the flight was some coke and a packet of nuts and pringles which My slave was also permitted to share with Me. After landing at Coolangatta, W/we just managed to get into the terminal before the rain became torrential. W/we ended up having to hang around inside the terminal with O/our luggage for about 20 minutes waiting for the rain to ease right up (and preferably to stop altogether) so W/we could get to O/our car. It finally ceased and did not recommence until W/we had left the airport and made O/our way to My house so My slave could drop Me off after an incredible long weekend.
My slave’s birthday celebration has not quite finished yet – there is a dinner to look forward to on Tuesday evening which is actually on his birthday!