Faire

Yesterday Master and shayla drove to Excalibur Faire, which is to the north-west of Houston . Master's been a regular participant of one of the local faires for about 9 years. He's not SCA, he just enjoys the history of the time period, the costumes (especially the ladies'), the chance to be 'other' than himself. So the night before shayla dug into the Faire paraphenalia and retreived the clothing for his Faire persona. Master had given shayla's clothing some thought, and had acquired a new corset for her the previous day. Gorgeous, Chinese red with gold threading. Master had her put it on with her long black skirt when we got home. After an adjustment or two he sent her in to look at herself. It took a minute or so for shayla to digest the fact that the beauty in the mirror was actually herself.

The drive there was much as our other long drives are. Little need for talk, just comfortable with the quiet between Master and slave. Though the slave had the fun of putting on makeup and nail polish while rolling down a freeway at 70 mph. It's been quite some time since shayla's done that. On the way we entered some low-rolling hills, something she's been missing. The Houston area seems to be completely flat to shayla, so being in hills, even as low as they were, was a welcome change.

When we got to the Faire we changed, then headed in. Shayla had to go back to the truck for some forgotten item while Master waited for her. He commented as she returned to him that he'd almost not recognized her as she came into sight. It makes shayla's day when he tosses her little scraps like that. Once inside, Master left shayla at a booth to get her hair braided while he collabrated with some of his friends to get his contribution to the food and beverage supply into their shop. Soon after shayla'd been finished Master came for her and introduced her to his friends. Most of these people he's known for years, and has talked about them frequently to shayla, so it was almost like meeting someone she's known.

The rest of the day was spent meeting and talking with Master's friends, browsing through shops for various types of jewelry, studying the belly-dancing (Master took photos, since some of his friends were the belly-dancers, shayla studied). Though one or two things of note did take place, this is one of them...

There's a friend of Master's that routinely dresses as a barbarian. Master made sure early in the day to get a photo of him with shayla. But later, shayla had stepped from the shop (the back had been made into a sort of sitting/changing area, so it was a good place to sit, talk, get away from things and have some quiet) and to her Master, who was talking with a lady who was wondering about what, if anything, the barbarian had underneath that kilt. Shayla's timing being what it is (mostly an atrocity), she wound up walking right into the middle of the conversation just as the lady started wondering all over again, but didn't want to actually go find out. So Master 'suggested' to shayla that she do so instead (with him, a suggestion = command). The last time he suggested shayla do something she was shy about in a public setting, she messed up, badly. In part because she hesitated in her obedience. Her ears are still ringing from the scolding she got after Master got her home that night.

So this time she could have done one of two things...walk up and just ask, or take a peek herself. As Master had already picked up the thread of conversation with the lady, shayla was already committed. Stopping to clarify with him as to how wasn't really an option, as it would have been making reasons to delay in obeying. So she took a deep breath, stepped up to the barbarian's rear, lifted the kilt & took a peek. Nothing there, except a rather nicely muscled ass. Shayla's still not certain if he even noticed shayla's looking. After telling the lady what she'd not seen, shayla joined her Owner, who was talking with another pair of his friends nearby. By now shayla's hands were starting to shake, having never peeked under a man's kilt like that before, stranger or otherwise. It took a couple minutes for that to pass. But Master seemed to be happy with how she'd done.

It was full dark by the time we packed the things and went home. Shayla got a pleasant surprise when Master let her drive most of the way. She's been wanting to drive that truck of his from the moment she saw it. So all in all it was a very good day.

shayla