Message-ID: <16065eli$9810042026@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: jewelie@my-dejanews.com Subject: Renfaire 96, Pt. 3 of 3 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6v75tf$skc$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> PART III We passed the afternoon doing what Renfaire folks usually do best, watch others play in public. While watching the tournaments I remembered to clap for them as in prayer to the victorious men and courtsey to them as they passed by to respect their victory, to give them what I could for their efforts. On passing a stall selling flowers, Robin did buy cornflowers for my hair and placed them for me. This was a totally new experience for me. It felt so ... the word is hard to find even now. Delicate I think is the closest word for it. I felt I shared with the fragile flowers. They lived for the short moment they could give pleasure to others while they were young and fresh. It was so like my new feelings. We were often greeted by those who had seen us play, had seen me in the stocks, had perhaps encouraged my torment. They were complimentary to Robin, teasing to me. I kept blushing and turning to Robin or looking down in silence. And they would tease me the more. It felt right to encourage them to have their fun with me. There I was again, my behavior being forced by others. Without touching me, by their words only, they were causing me to blush, to feel embarrassed, to feel shame. This was something so new to me. This was something I was cherishing. We borrowed Ruth's dressing booth for her to apply some cold cream to my backside. Ruth was the seamstress of this lovely gown and she insisted I model it. Now that I enjoyed. Looking over my shoulder into the mirror of the dressing booth, my welts were not at bad as I had thought they would be. At least they were not blood red. A lot of it was not being permitted to rub and then the hay. But the fire was still in them. Walking was something I was enduring while trying to enjoy the Faire. Robin sincerely flattered Ruth on her work and told her she would like to plan next year's costumes and when would she be home again. Always planning way ahead, my Sally. She said we would be staying at the motel next year for the entire weekend so we would need several costumes and changes. My mouth sort of watered at that and I licked my lips a bit. While having the cream rubbed in I had looked at myself in the mirror. There were clearly stripes from the switch. A broad red area right where I sit, the swat that had opened my mouth, which I correctly guessed was a wooden paddle and it had been wielded by the other bailiff. The rest of my backside and thighs were marked with little comets. I had guessed a cat but it hadn't felt quite right. A birch bundle with the little buds still on the twigs. Sally assured me she would add it to our home repetoire. Ouch! When Robin told our tale to the Holy Friars of the Inquisition they said they would have to determine if I was a witch before I could leave. They were a playful group and after a a few mild minutes on their rack, well not so mild but fun, I was declared a witch and bound to a stake. Rather mild compared to the stocks but the chains were quite a change of pace. I struggled mightily at the pole, my hands in chains behind me. My body was bound from breast to ankles tightly to the stake. I struggled for the crowd and for myself enjoying the attention I was given. There was no give whatsoever to the chains. I cried out for my Robin to save me. At the last moment Robin arrived brandishing a sword and rescued me. This time it was different. I knew I was not alone. My Robin was always there for me. She would always arrive to save me. I would never again feel alone against the world. And with that I started feeling more comfortable with the teasing comments of those. I moved closer to Robin but was able to smile and joke in return. More than once I rubbed my backside with a smile even though it still stung to do so to give them a moment's amusement. I even caught the eye of the guys who had tickled me to begging and rubbed my butt with both hands and gave a forelorn smile. They grinned broadly. They looked at me questioningly. I took Robin's arm and pulled close to him and mouthed a disappointed, no, to them. No way! was more like it but such teasing is the perogative of a lady. I was becoming confident as a woman in public. Robin leaned over to me, taking off my headscarf and brushing back my hair to whisper in my ear. "One last thing now. Turn your back to me and hands behind you." I held my breath for a second, wondering if I was ready for this, then quietly did as she said. Robin tied my wrists with my hands plam to palm and cinched it tightly. The long end wrapped around my hips and tied again to my wrists. She removed the long gold cord that had decorated my waist as a girdle and unlaced a bit of my upper bodice showing off my ruffled chemise. The cord went around me, above and below my silicones, binding my arms to my body and tied tightly. "Now walk proudly with me." It was different this way. Robin's hand always lightly holding me should I stumble. Still I did everything as before but now totally dependent on Robin pulling me to him rather than being able to initiate the move for protection. I could not longer use him, rather he would have to move to protect me. Robin knew my limits and after a half hour or so asked how my arms felt. "Sore," I replied. "Then I will untie you but I do not want you to move your arms. Not in the least." She had done this to me before and she knew I hated it. I so wanted to relieve my aching arms. "One more thing ... " She took an old fashioned small woman's handkerchief and folded it so the center made a little teat, the corners hanging loosely, the pale floral pattern fluttering in the breeze. " ... open a little and take this tip between your teeth. And don't let go." And this was the worst. Gagged but not really gagged. Silenced but not silenced. It all depended on my obedience and my will power. There wasn't much left of will power while struggling to hold my arms where they had been tied. Only obedience kept them in place. "Now I am going to buy you a little surprise. Wait right here and do not move. Close your eyes and keep them closed." And now blindfolded without being blindfolded. More orders to obey to be a good girl for Robin. This took courage and will power and determination and ... oh so much more than I thought I had. I concentrated on nothing other than obedience. It was the only thing I had left. The people were a distraction, knowing they were staring at me, not being able to explain or even see them. The breeze kept fluttering the little hanky onto my nose and chin. It blew my hair across my face. Oh, just to flex my shoulders a little ... time stopped in the dark tunnel aches, distractions, and delicate touches to my face. I kept thinking words like, do as you were told, obedience is discipline for the soul, be a good girl and make Robin proud of you. They were like mantras, letting hold my place against the aches and distractions. I don't know how much later the hankie was pulled from my mouth and my lips gently and slowly kissed. It felt like Sally. I just stood there hoping it was. Finally, "Open your eyes." Her voice, her face my lips broke into a broad smile. I was so relieved I almost moved my arms. I tried to get my saddest puppydog eyes, glanced at my shoulder and pleaded with my eyes. Robin smiled warmly at me, "You may move now." I almost collapsed in relief and then in ecstacy as she massaged my shoulders. "You were a very, very good girl." This time she kissed me passionately. Then I remembered why I had been left there and looked questioningly at Robin's carryall. "Later, when we get home," she smiled. As darkness began to fall, Robin suggested it was time to eat and give me a chance to try everything I had learned that day. We entered the tent of the tavern. Robin asked for the innkeeper and spoke apart from me with glances in my direction from the both of them. I shivered a bit realizing there was a test coming, to show that I had learned what she wished me to learn. "Marian, the good innkeeper has agreed that you may work for our food." My jaw must have dropped. "You will serve in his tavern for two hours and then we may eat. I will be watching you over ale." I didn't ask. I didn't object. I felt safe. "As you wish, Mi'Lord Robin," as I courtsied to him. That was a night to remember. I may have learned more that night than in my year with Sally. I may have learned it slowly but this time I knew I had learned it. It all came out as natural, normal behavior. I was ogled, leered, flirted, groped, and patted. I was ordered coldly, asked warmly, addressed absently. About everything that could happen to a waitress, a servant of men and women, happened to me that night. Early on I served one who had seen my thrashing. A playful swat brought a yelp from me and I swear everyone knew the story in an instant. I was dodging swats from then on but smiling and laughing while doing so. This was so much easier than standing frozen in the middle of an unseen crowd. It was the same poise, the same self control but I could move. I could act it out. I could be a participant in it. I looked to Robin and she smiled at me. Occasionally, I would deliberately let a cute guy connect and give an exaggerated yelp. I would rub and give him a huge grin; maybe waggle my finger at him. I could just feel Robin's smiling approval through my blushing face cheeks. When I let a gal connect I let out a yelp that was certain to get Robin's attention. I rubbed hard, gave a cute little sniff and a huge smile. I got a stern look from Robin for that. I smiled back at Robin and stuck my tongue out at her. She laughed and caught my joke on her. She had better learn to be jealous of me in public. That was my right. My two hours finally over and went to sit with Robin. I did a proper courtsey and asked, "May I join my Lord and Master?" "Of course you may, I'm so proud of you," she said with a smile and again I blushed. I must have blushed more that day than ever before in my life. It felt so strange but so right. A new emotion for me to express. Proudly I reached into my unlaced bosom and produced my tips. "I worked for our food and I think I have enough here for our drink," I said with a smile. Robin took my hand in hers, leaned over and kissed me. "Always thinking of us," she whispered, "you are a very good girl, Marian, a very beautiful girl. You are my girl." I flushed again with those words. Famished as our beef arrived and we satisfied our stomach hunger, leaving our other hungers for later. FIN -----------== Posted via Deja News, The Discussion Network ==---------- http://www.dejanews.com/ Search, Read, Discuss, or Start Your Own -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----