It had been an interesting renfaire...they usually were, but this had been even more so.
I hadn't even been sure I'd be going. My sensei, Marrok Daniel, and his girlfriend, Nisa Mal, had had a huge fight, and had stopped talking. I wasn't going to go if she didn't...since his wife would've been going in her place, and I hate dealing with her.
But Nisa came up from her home in Missouri to see him, and they talked some things out, so it worked out that I was able to go. I don't drive, so I rode down with Marrok and Nisa, and another of Marrok's male students. The whole way there, every other joke made was sexual in nature. I didn't really think much of that, since they hadn't been together for a few weeks, and were pretty much in heat.
When we got to the fairgrounds, the winds were blowing hard. Just trying to set up our 20ft tent, the top canvas almost blew away into the nearby pond. It took the four of us an hour to get everything unloaded and set up before Marrok's son and another of his students finally got there to help us out.
That night, I hadn't thought it would get all that cold, so I only used my Jade Tiger blanket for warmth..it wasn't anywhere near enough. I shook and shivered the whole night, drifting in and out of sleep. Unfortunately, trying to sleep that way leads to minor hallucinations. I kept thinking that Marrok was getting up out of his bed, which was only a couple feet away, and coming over to crouch down next to my bed. It scared me, a bit, but rationally I knew that he was still asleep, so I didn't bother to do anything more than try to stay under the blanket and keep as warm as I could.
The next night, I used one of the extra sleeping bags along with my blanket, and that kept me quite warm, warm enough to keep my fears in check.
The ride home, though...
It was just Marrok, Nisa, and myself in the truck on the way back from Kansas to Iowa. Things started getting a little weird when Nisa started playing alot of sexual songs, like the Discovery Channel song, a couple of tunes from Salt n Peppa, and other various songs that I wouldn't have expected Marrok to be alright with hearing, him being very private, very Christian. I also noticed more than once that she had her hand far up in his lap, and that when she would sit beside him and he'd put his arm around her, his hand would disappear down the front of her shirt a bit. I still tried not to think too much on it..and tried to keep my head down and pretended to be asleep to give them a bit of privacy.
But once we were back in Iowa, Marrok took a different exit off the interstate than he would've to get us home, taking us out into some woods, and after about half an hour, pulled up to a large cabin in a very secluded area. This made me really nervous. I'd had fantasies about Marrok taking me to some secluded spot and having his way with me...but those were just fantasies. Never meant to be acted upon.
"Why are we stopping here?" I asked, trying to keep the tremble out of my voice.
Marrok looked over his shoulder at me and smiled. Without a word, he got out of the truck, walking around to the other side to help Nisa out. I started gathering up my purse, and by the time I had started to open the door, they were both already back on my side of the truck. Marrok opened the door fully, and held out his hand. I looked at him, confused.
"You didn't answer my question."
"I know," he said, nodding at his outstretched hand. "C'mon."
I looked from his hand to his eyes skeptically, but took his hand and got down out of the truck.
We walked up the short walkway, and into the cabin. I noticed as we entered that the place was fairly sparse for what I had assumed to be something of a retreat. The only furniture was a futon, a small tv, a round dining table with a few chairs, and an old recliner. Marrok led us through the main living area, to a door that opened onto steep stairs leading into the basement. Marrok went down first, followed by me, then Nisa. There wasn't much light going down the steps, so I kept both hands firmly gripped on the railings on either side of me. As Marrok cleared the last couple steps and walked into the main area of the basement, he reached up and pulled on a chain, lighting several bulbs scattered through the room, flooding the basement with almost industrial florescent light. Walking to stand next to him, and letting my eyes adjust to the light, I looked around the room. And my heart skipped a beat.
What I saw looked alot like the dungeon scenes in bondage porn. A concrete floor, concrete walls, and alot of various restraint systems, toys, devices..about half of one wall was covered in whips, chains, floggers, riding crops, vibrators, and everything else imaginable in a scenario like that. There were several types of collars, gags, and clamps layed out on a table along the same wall. There was a cage against another wall, just big enough for someone to crawl in, but without any room for much else. There were oils and bottles of things on a shelf, some of which had labels that led me to believe they were for increasing sensitivity to almost painful levels. There were several pillar candles of red and white wax, obviously having been used before for dripping wax onto skin.
