I awakened Saturday morning alone in bed, glanced at the clock and was shocked to see it was after ten. My ankle cuff was still attached to the foot of the bed. I had to pee. "Mistress Kelly!" I called. I soon heard footsteps.
"Good morning, sleepyhead." I expected Kelly, of course, so was somewhat surprised to see Sam, naked, except for the ever-present collar, walking through the doorway.
"Sam, what are you doing here?"
"You didn't know it, but we were supposed to go pick up some costumes this morning, but..."
"Costumes?" I interrupted.
"Yes, for the Renaissance Faire. Miss Kelly said she mentioned it to you. I'm not permitted to say anything else. Now, as I was going to say before you so rudely interrupted me, Miss Kelly knew how exhausted you were, so she decided to let you sleep. Miss Kelly and Mistress Allyson are selecting our costumes without us. It doesn't matter because we wouldn't have had much choice about what we are going to wear anyhow." This comment was said in jest, but we both knew it was true. "Personally, I'd rather be here with you. Now, what can I do for you, sleeping beauty?"
"I have to pee. Can you unlock the chain, Sam?"
"Actually, that is why I am here. Miss Kelly didn't want you to be alone since you were still chained to the bed. I was given permission to free you so you can perform your morning ritual, then we are to prepare breakfast. And you must remember to address me properly, kimmy, or I will be obligated to inform Miss Kelly."
"I forgot. Miss Samantha. I am sorry."
"That is OK, Kimmy. You are still learning. Sam is OK, when you are not under my control."
Sam stayed with me in the bathroom and talked to me while I performed my absolutions and showered. I joked with her about how sensitive I used to be when anyone saw me naked. I even avoided the community showers in the girls' locker room at school. Now it almost seemed like the normal thing to do. After I dried off, she locked my leather collar and cuffs back on.
Sam sat the table for four places, as Kelly had directed, while I mixed the ingredients for omelets and sliced fruit. We finished our preparations just as Allyson and Kelly returned, so I immediately started cooking the omelets. After we ate, Sam and I cleaned the table and the kitchen. Soon, Kelly advised us that it was time to dress. Sam and I would first assist one another, then our mistresses.
When Kelly first mentioned that we were going to attend the Renaissance Faire this weekend, I commented that I had seen advertisements about it, but thought it was to start the next weekend. The Faire was quite elaborate, as I had learned. It was started as a one-shot affair twenty years earlier by a group interested in the "Middle Ages." It went so well they purchased a section of land several miles outside of town and built a permanent village like what one might expect to see in "Merry Olde England." Several thousand people now work as residents, shopkeepers, etc., for eight weekends each year to create the realism of the era and nearly and nearly one quarter of a million attend each season. To explain my confusion on the date, Kelly explained that each year the Faire held a "private weekend" prior to the actual opening for select groups that were involved in D/s. She said The Venus Coitre was one of those invited groups. She also they had purchased tickets for the four of us to the daily Medieval Banquet that was held mid-afternoon. The park closed at dusk.
The "costumes," our mistresses had selected for Sam and me were off-white, short sleeve, floor length Victorian style dresses, complete with waist-nipping underbust corsets. I could see that these corsets were very period specific, unlike the one I had purchased at the Foundation store. They closed with a busk in the front and laced up the back. Steel boning replaced the whale boning that would have been used during that period of history. Kelly insisted mine had to be laced as tight as possible. I had more of an "hour glass figure," when Sam finished, than with my own corset and I could barely breathe. I returned the "favor" when it was Sam's turn to dress, of course. The underbust style, by definition, did not cover our breasts. As one might expect, the dresses had bodices with scoop necklines that exposed the upper portion of our breasts.
When I mentioned that my dress and Sam's looked a little shabby, Kelly remarked, "That's all a servant in the middle ages could afford, my pet. We wanted you to look authentic." Ribbons replaced garters to hold our white cotton stockings high on our thighs. Since we were poor waifs, our mistresses had decided that we could not even afford undergarments other than the corsets. Personally, I thought bloomers would be less expensive than the corsets, but who was I to question my mistress.
Completing the style were black, flat-style shoes that were held on with laces tied around the ankle. Our collars were not age authentic, but they completed our costumes. I would have felt naked without mine, and knew Sam felt the same. I assumed they replaced a ribbon that a girl would have worn back then.
Kelly's and Allyson's costumes were like ours except that theirs, in colored satin, blue for Kelly and red for Allison, were more in line with ladies of aristocracy, as compared to the pale cotton Sam and I wore. Their corsets had full bras and were not laced nearly as tight. In addition, the bodice of the dresses had high, lace necklines and they wore Victorian style camisoles and bloomers. They also had petticoats but decided not to wear them because they would be too warm. Wide brim hats completed their outfits while we wore the caps of a maid.
Before we left the house, Kelly removed my collar and Allyson removed Sam's, "because we were going to be in public," they said.
I was amazed at the facilities when we entered the Faire site. The buildings were very representative of what I had seen in pictures and movies of the Shakespearean era, and not mere facades. As we walked around, I felt as though I had been transported four hundred years back in time. As promised, the "residents" and shopkeepers' accents and demeanor made one feel that one might see the Bard himself walking around the corner at any moment.
Even though Kelly had told me that I would see all variations of D/s, I was surprised when I saw a male leading another male down the street at the end of a leash. Then, just around the corner, a female had a half-naked male on his knees and was verbally admonishing him. This, of course, wasn't typical of the middle ages. At least I don't think it was. Maybe I need to break out my history books again. Seeing these displays of "submission," made me wonder why Kelly and Allyson was worried about us wearing our collars in public.
Dinner was certainly different. The utensils we used were unusual, and fingers were required more often than not. After eating, we strolled through more of the village and through the shops. Walking down the street, I heard a woman behind me shouting loudly. When I turned, I saw that she was pointing and running towards me. "There she is, sheriff! That's her!"
The woman accompanying her was wearing an oversized badge that had the word Sheriff written across it. She approached me and said, "Excuse me, ma'am, but Edna, here, says you lifted a bracelet from her shop." I was shocked and vehemently denied her allegation. My three companions agreed, after which she said, "Then you don't mind if I search you."
"That depends on what you want to search," I joked.
"I saw her put it in her right pocket," stated the woman emphatically.
