You gotta love the event with a name like that! In fact, with this being my fourth event, I knew it was going to be a good one. St. Louis is always a good place to go to for functions, and always enjoy seeing everyone there.

I had gone ahead and scheduled off for Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday. I knew from previous times that I would be exhausted, and this would be no exception.

I ended up working Thursday for a bit, but had spent the previous week working really hard on cleaning my house and making sure that everything that I needed to be packed was clean. I had also worked really hard on trying to finish up with the sewing projects that I had to do. Somehow I had this bright idea, make a costume to wear for Sat. night at Beat Me. Sounds simple…but in reality it didn’t quite turn out that way. I had found a piece of blue/black plaid, and thought there would be enough to make a simple schoolgirl skirt. In theory, make a rectangle, sew a hem and put an elastic waistband in it. Yeh, well, plaid is one of those items that you have to match up, or it looks off.

Well, so did the plan, got it put together, but didn’t remember to put in the ‘butt factor’. Now, for those not sure what that is, it’s a fairly simple concept. When making skirts or pants, you have to leave extra material in the back to compensate for the larger buttocks. So, while the front covered well, nice and not to short, the back, well, it had quite a show. Just a small tilt and was exposed all the way up my backside. This may not seem like much at first, but to someone like me, who doesn’t show off much skin, this was a big deal. Of course, M’Lord didn’t seem to mind when I was showing off the final project when it was done.

Now what I had to come up with is a shirt to match. I had a lot of clothes, but this shirt, well; the only thing I could come up with was a plain cotton shirt. I cut the back off in half, tied it in the front and it now was a short crop top. Actually, it matched with the skirt perfectly. Added baby doll heels and it was the perfect outfit. School girl, yet slutty. Yes! That’s me!

I also had to finish the beading on the bra for the belly dancers outfit. I swear, sometimes I got to pick easier outfits. The skirt was finished rather quickly and soon the bra was complete as well. I added the veil that I had gotten from Saudi, made a scarf and sewed some coins to it. The colors were magenta and black, and it looks really good on. More importantly, I feel good in it. It has been a long time since I have felt comfortable with myself. Not just what I look like, but who I am on the inside. It is not just a state of a sexy body, but the state of a sexy mind.

Thursday:

M’Lord was supposed to arrive soon, and I was anxious. Bags packed, in Jeep, gassed up, groceries and food already there too. For all general purposes, I was ready to go. When M’Lord and sis finally arrived, I could not wait for them to walk in the door. When they finally came in, I did ask M’Lord to remove sis’s collar. Not because I didn’t want her to wear it, but because of the kids it might cause a bunch of questions that while I eventually will get to, this was not the night for me to go into it. It seemed that she pouted when it was removed; don’t blame her one bit there. Initially M’Lord started to work on getting the email set up on Outlook for the new email account he gave me. Unfortunately, wasn’t able to get it set up properly, so it didn’t work out at all. Soon it was time for bed, as we did have to get up rather early in the morning.

Sis slept on the couch, the kids in their assigned places, M’Lord and I went to my room, cage crashed soon as well. Eventually, around 1 am, kids, adults, guinea pigs, birds and rabbit were all asleep. The downfall, six am came way too early.

Soon enough…that damn alarm went off!

Friday :

Six am came way too early! But had to get on the road. We were going to meet up with the rest of SMS at the gas station in Springfield by 8 ish. This way, we would by all driving up there, and not get lost. Well, I am the first to admit that I get lost at the drop of a hat. It doesn’t matter where I am going even if I am going somewhere I have been before, I get lost. Bad sense of direction I guess. Sad thing is, most expect me to get lost, so they always send good directions as well as lots of phone numbers. Soon we were on the way down I-44, east to Springfield, after stopping to get caffeine and to make sure that I had enough smokes for the weekend. Considering that I don’t know St. Louis all that well, I figured it would be a good idea to make sure that I didn’t have to leave the hotel. Around 8, when we finally arrived in Springfield, we took 65 to Kearny and got off right there at the first gas station. Soon individuals started to arrive. Hellos. Hugs and fill up on coffees and soon the convoy was back in motion. Now after doing this last time I went to St. Louis, I realized how important it is not only to not lose the person in front of you, but also to make sure that the person behind you doesn’t get to far back there. And also, from previous experience, make sure to always look before merging. Yes, should always do that anyway, but for some reason things happen to me and no matter how good my hearing may be, I can’t hear Master RC yelling from his truck behind me to watch out!

So I was following a pickup, had M’Lord in the van behind me, and after being sidetracked trying to get out of the parking lot, I eventually fell into line and with Jerry and Donna in the lead, we were Beat Me Bound

One thing about waking up so early, you tend to drink lots of coffee or coke to make up for the lack of sleep. Soon this overabundance of liquids was catching up to me. I know we were going to stop off in Rolla for breakfast, but that exit didn’t seem to come fast enough. I kept seeing the signs – Rolla 50 miles, soon 25, soon 10, but I never realized how long that last ten miles was. Finally we pulled into Rolla and stopped for breakfast at the Shoneys. It was quite humorous to see how fast all got out of their vehicles and headed towards the restrooms. Once we were no longer seeing yellow, we sat down to fill ourselves of what may end up being our last ‘good’ sit-down and have someone wait on us meal for the weekend.

Overfilled and another stop at the restroom, back on the freeway we went. This time, the next stop we would make would be St. Louis. I finally figured out, why don’t like big cities. Between the constructions that shove you into the wall all vehicles going down the road all the traffic in general, I hate driving here! Soon the hotel was in sight, and we were checking in.

At first, there was a little discussion about that the room was nonsmoking with a king bed, but with M’Lord, that just wasn’t going to work. After we got the keycards, we grabbed a few things, and headed to the room. Downfall, the room wasn’t clean, so the cleaning crew in the hallway said that it wasn’t scheduled to be cleaned, and sent us to get another room. We went back to the front, they said that they would get it clean, and then we proceeded to unload the van of vendor’s equipment and boxes. It was starting to sprinkle a bit, but that just seemed to make the unloading go a lot faster. Eventually, it was all in, and the unloading process began. Now, this being the second event vending, it did seem to go a lot smoother. Again, this there, that over there, and after all was said and done, it still seemed like we didn’t have enough room to set everything up. Soon, nap a bit and get ready for the event to start. I fully admit that while my adrenaline was high, I was beginning to feel the effects of hot having enough sleep.

It always amazes me just how much business can actually take place even before vendor’s open. A change of clothes after a nice shower, and this school girl was ready. Hair up in pigtails, that short skirt on, black heels, yep, I looked like a totally sluttish girl. This, after all, is a rather good thing I think.

Down the hallway, around the bend, all the way down vendors row, and soon back in the room where I felt I would spend most of my weekend. While I do like the vending aspects, the part of missing the various seminars and socializing isn’t something that I like.

I know, however, that business does come first. At least I didn’t have my gag in during the day, as that allowed me to be able to talk all I wanted to with the customers. We did eventually all get showers, cleaned up and changed so that we all looked presentable. Of course, must save the best outfits for Saturday night instead.

Imagine a stand, four legs, and simple, used for suspensions. Now, add some hook points and you have quite the apparatus to tie someone into. A trip upstairs to the dungeon area, drop off the bags to mark their spot in line, and soon, I was finding myself being tied into this stand. One arm tied, M’Lord working on the foot, so I decided to have some fun instead of just standing there. As one hand was tied, and he would work on something else, I would just reach over and untie something else. All of this while wearing my new gag. Safety bell in my hand for the DM’s. I was certainly enjoying this one a lot better. Instead of a ball, this instead had mouthguard pieces like football players wear. This made it very comfortable to wear, even for long periods of time. Yes, the DM’s did check to see if I had a signal device, as they were just doing their job. I was giggling as the more I was tied, the more I fought to untie. This to the point of M’Lord taking the leash still attached to my collar and placing that on the ground, stepping on it, forcing me to bend over. Wanna feel a bit helpless? Be spread apart, arms spread overhead and bent over. A good position, but certainly does leave one feeling exposed for sure. Paddles, stuff, canes, heck, I don’t know what was used, and soon I was in overload. Between the adrenaline high all day, the excitement, the noise, the everything and everyone, my body felt alive and tingling, and hot and sweaty.

The bell was dropped by me, and I was flying. Space? No, not really. But certainly high to the point of where I couldn’t’ take anymore. Before long, the two school girls were tucked into bed, and snuggled up in M’Lords arms.

How lucky M’Lord is. Sis and I both wrapped up tight while visions of floggers and whips danced around in our heads.

Saturday :

I didn't want to get up, I guess, in fact, I didn't even hard M'Lord and sis get up, shower, and head off to vend. I did mention that I am not a morning person right? Eventually, M'Lord came and woke me up sometime later. I had a few punishment swats to work off so to speak, so I presented my butt and the hand was readily applied. I hate them, I really do. I don't feel I should ever have myself in a situation in the first place to where I should have to have them. But, such is the case.

I was soon wearing a T-shirt and jeans and back to the vending room. It was great to see old friends again. Syr David and heather stopped by. It was so nice to see them both. So many things I have learned from watching and experiencing with them. I know how envious I was of the various positions and protocols that they use together. It makes me want to work that much harder in my positions. To achieve the style and grace of heater would be a goal that I would like to achieve someday. To achieve it would really be a good thing actually. Syr David helped in taking several positions and modifying them for me, taking into consideration my knee, and then I have been able to use them, even currently. While I was in the vending room, I was able to work on a few pieces of chainmaille. I could not, however, seem to figure out this one weave. I sear, one day, going to get it. In between sessions, we would be busy, but then, I t seemed as if time couldn't go by fast enough. Sis and I would go occasionally down the row to find things to keep M'Lord away from, and we would also dream about the various things we wanted to get. At one of the vendors, M'Lord found some bells for me to wear. On my tits, over the barbell, they fit perfectly. And they did. Every move I made, they would jingle away. So all day long, I ended up wearing the jingle titty bells.

The day was, for the most part that is, rather pretty simple. Customers would come in, out they would go. It was a bit boring at times, especially when classes were in sessions. We didn't really have many visitors during that time. Most, it seemed were mostly window shopping or waiting till later to get something unique

While I attended a class on boot blacking by pup sparkie, M'Lord attended one on pressure points by Fifth Angel. Not sure if that was a good class for him to attend or not. Might give him too many pointers and things to use against us. The class was pretty good. He had a pair of boots that he did and showed the way to do them using polish and how to do a good spit polish as well. Even though I brought my boots, didn't even touch them. It was mostly just watching him.

There were several classes that I did want to go to, but because we were there to vend, didn't get to go to watch them. After some sandwiches and chips, we were soon taking showers getting changed into our Saturday evening fetish wear.

This is the night when everyone brings out their best. And some of the costumes are stunning! Tonight would be the night for the belly dancers outfit. Black long skirt, bra with jewels and sparkles, veil, the belt that Mistress Kay let me borrow and the foot bells on my feet that I got from Houston. No matter how I moved, I was jingling away. There would be no place for me to hide or even to sneak away. I admit, I felt sexy. I also admit, I think that I looked good in it too. My makeup was done very dark and mysterious eyes, because the only thing you basically saw of my face was just that, my eyes.

Soon we were walking down the hall, almost in a procession of sorts. Up to the main dungeon room where I knelt by his side while the opening ceremonies transpired. They were quick and brief, and like horses at the gate, when Kate said the dungeon is now open, everyone began to scatter to mark their spots. With so many choices of implements, it can be a bit overwhelming to pick and choose only one thing to play with. We went to watch a few sessions, but mostly didn't get really involved with anything because we had an appointment to wear a yellow sash.

DM'ing, while some feel is a pain in the butt job, I feel is a rather important one. It provides a level of safety to the participants. Master and I were all set to DM for an hour, sashes were donned and so we proceeded to just walk around and monitor the main room area only. I can't really say that there was one incident that really stood out over another, except for the few who really liked to push the limits of penetration, but soon our job was over and we were passing out the sashes to the next group

.M'Lord, after attending a seminar by Fifth Angel decided that he wanted to have a cheek spear put in. Tracking him down and proceeding to the med room shortly. But before we were to go there, sis's head would be wrapped up. I had heard of people doing mummification, but not just the head. Sitting on a bench, sis had a stocking placed over her face. Her ponytail was cut through, and pulled so it was out the top. At this point in time, she looked like she was going to rob a bank or something. Strip after strip was placed and soon her head was wrapped up tight. She was given the ninja stick as a help walking around and her bell and scissors were placed there too. The crowd seemed very enthralled and I think not quite sure what to expect.

We went around to various other things and soon M'Lord was taken to the med room where the cheek spear was going to be done. I sat and watched while he prepared. Drink and swish and soon the needle was going in one cheek, all the way through to the other side. End caps were placed on the ends, his cheeks were pushed back into place and it seemed to be over as fast as it began. Considering that I hate needles, I wasn't exactly thrilled about having to sit and watch. But at the same time, I wanted to see how it was done. It was quick, and really looked pretty painless for the most part.

We went to go smoke a cig, and boy was I ready for that. To the kitchen area upstairs and once that first puff of nicotine/smoke filled his cheeks, he instantly got a buzz. I guess because of the holes there, he had gotten right into his blood stream from his cheeks. Sis, however, didn't seem to like feeling what was done to him, and after her head wrap was cut off, didn't seem to like seeing it either.

He decided we were going to play for a bit, so we went into the smaller area where I was put up against a pole, tied to it and spanked. Not necessarily hard, but it seemed that it didn't stop at all. Over and over his hand hit, seeming like the same spot over and over. He was flying more into top space and it showed. My butt hot and red, and wrapped up in a blanket I came down from my cloud. To the room we went, and away we drifted again. I can't say I even really remember falling asleep. I must have, because soon I had warms arms around me, and we were wrapped up tight and safe again.

Nice, sis, M'Lord and me...

Sunday:

The dreaded day, the last of the last, the it’s over and time to go home. And more importantly, I dread this day because it means that I won’t be next to M’Lord side. In my heart, yes, but sometimes there is no replacement for the physical.

Vendor’s row was open again, everyone seeming to get the last deals and toys before heading back home. Eventually, we would be doing the same thing, packing up and going home. The room was packed; the room on vendor’s row was packed up and soon on the way down the freeway. We went there after a short trip down some wrong streets, but soon we were on the right freeway heading west. It seemed like forever before we finally stopped. I swear, I was tired, buzzing, flying, happy, and even sad. There was a long few lonely hours ahead of me. We were finally heading in the right direction, west, after a small stop to fill up the tanks, as well as grab coffee and coke. We didn’t stop again until a little bit after Springfield.

We pulled off around mile marker 53, to one of the rest stops along the side of the freeway. We pulled in around the back where there were very few cars. While it was nice to get out and stretch, I knew what was fixing to happen. I had been told earlier that I was going to be made to cum in public. Sounds like something that isn’t all that bad, but consider this…when I cum, it is a full fledged soaking experience. I mean, soaked, dripping, looks like I peed my pants and then some experience.

Not only that, but this was to be done in public. I mean, people were around, but not near us. I was at the front of the jeep; he pulled me close and began to whisper into my ear. “shaula, cum for me” At first, I couldn’t. I wanted to. I wanted to let go, but my fears or more so my embarrassment of wetting myself in public would not allow me to. The more I looked into his eyes, the more I heard him say those words. I felt that warm fuzzy feeling envelop me, and soon I let go. “Yes” he whispered as his hand was on my crotch. He felt every drop as it soaked through. It pooled in my shoes, yes, I had finally allowed myself to let go. Was anyone watching? I don’t know, as I kept my eyes into his, seeing only his eyes.

“Good girl!” That makes it feel so much better. I went to the back of the jeep, grabbed my slave dress, slid it over, and slid my now soaked jeans off. A change of shoes and back on the road we went.

Mile marker 8. That damn exit for home. We both stopped so they could refill before heading further west. Soon, I had warm arms around me telling me good-bye for now. How I hate that, the silent drive the rest of the way home to unpack, do laundry and get ready for the net day.

I know one day will be together and while it seem like it never comes soon enough, that value of patience of surely tested each day.