On Display to Thousands

The sun is up when I am awakened by Master D’s sub unlocking me. I’m given a pleasant ‘good morning’. He adds that my contract ended at midnight, a surprise to me. He tells me I am no longer an indentured submissive; I am one of the guys. And interestingly he tells me that as far as conversation goes downstairs to everyone, I am no longer Sissy, Sissy never existed, so I should not expect any discussions about what has happen over the past couple of days and I shouldn’t initiate any either, ending with ‘that’s how we play the game here’. He departs and I seem to be alone. I check and I am.

I shower and take care of my normal morning routine. I dress in my street clothes. Work quickly on my journal entries even though there is so much to record. Then I head downstairs.

The dining room and kitchen are filled with people socializing, most are from my group but there are others. And as promised, I seem like one of the group, an equal. I am certainly not treated as a submissive. No one else seems to be acting as a submissive either, though I know some of them served as such for the weekend.

It’s a good time. I like these guys. Yeah, I know they do and say horrible things to me when we are playing, but honestly, that is why I come. Its my release. These guys, strangely, like and care about me.

We are not rushed, but there are planes to catch. Its time to end the fun. The bus comes. We say our goodbyes, load and depart. I’m grateful for being invited to play. I’m told I made the weekend for them.

Not sure if I will be back again for the Folsom Street Fair, but I’ll tell you, it’s an experience I’d recommend to anyone with oddball sexual kinks. Just maybe don’t attend as part of forced fund-raising efforts.