Renaissance Fair 1/3 (f/Humiliation)
Blair was excited to be going out with Erin. She had secretly desired the petite
red head ever since they started working together on acquisitions and due
diligence. Though this was not a "date" Blair hoped things would go well between
them. So well that she could maybe approach the attorney about........ Blair
felt herself getting excited at the thought.
Blair was a CPA for an accounting firm. She kept her secret very well. Her
secret that she was bi-sexual.....very bi-sexual. She had not been with a man
for over two years and was beginning to think she was more a true lesbian. She
had dated men in
this time but only to keep up appearances. her other secret is she loved to
write stories of submissive women or rather professional business women that get
tricked, trapped or blackmailed into losing their pride and position of respect
in the business world.
No one Blair worked with or was associated with knew of her secrets. Blair was
never threatened and the risk of being found out was nominal. She was always
very careful with her liaisons.
Erin was someone Blair desired. She was very smart and professional. Her suits
were always expensive and tailored to show off her body. More than once over
lunch Blair had to catch herself from staring at her. She was so beautiful and
elegant, her body so firm, her breasts under the sweaters or blouses looked so
perfect for her size. Blair had masturbated more than once dreaming of Erin.
Blair put her shoulder length brunette hair into a ponytail. It was a hot August
day and it would be cooler that way. She picked out a pair of tan shorts and
black tank top. She thought about a bra but thought the bra straps would look
tacky showing under the spaghetti straps on her tank top. The top showed off her
firm full 36C breasts extremely well. Erin just has to notice these she thought
running her hands over them. At 29 she kept herself in great condition and was
proud of these assets they didn't sag at all and going braless definitely showed
this.
Blair had long legs and the shorts and sandals with a two inch heel showed them
off. The shorts though not short shorts came down to cover her cheeks by three
inches. If she bent over at the waist only they would show.......hopefully
appeal to Erin.
Blair felt a lump in her throat when she saw Erin. She looked wonderful. Her
flat stomach showing with a belly shirt that hugged her perky breasts. Her denim
shorts showing off luscious legs. Blair was so happy being with Erin and glad
she had been invited to the Renaissance Fair.
It was the first time Blair had ever been to a Renaissance Fair and she was
looking forward to it. This one was out in the country well outside Cleveland.
Erin told her how much fun they were having the actors talk and dress in
medieval costumes. Laughing Erin told her they pick spectators out to
participate and take part in the festivities. "Maybe you'll get picked with how
terrific you look" she told Blair. Her heart skipped a beat. Did Erin really
think so.
They were at the fair for about an hour. Blair was having a fun time watching
the skits and looking at the exhibits when they heard a scream. They went to
investigate. "Oh Oh she is in trouble Erin laughed. A blonde woman in street
clothes had rope tied around her wrists and was being lead by a man on a horse
followed by four "soldiers." Her friends were laughing at her. She had an
apprehensive look on her face trying to force a smile. She was going to become
part of the fair.
They waited around and the woman came our still with her wrists tied but now
dressing in medieval attire. She was lead over to a pond and tied to a chair on
a big pole. "Here ye here ye this woman is accused of being a harlot. He
punishment is five dunks in the dunking chair. She screamed as the chair was
swung out over the lake and disappeared beneath the water. When she was brought
up everyone cheered especially her friends. She sputtered and caught her breath
then they dunked her again. When her "sentence" was over she was freed. She hit
her boyfriend laughing. She looked like a drowned rat. Blair noticed the woman's
hard nipples. The dress she had on had was white at the top. her breasts showed
clearly through the wet material.
Blair's heart sank when she saw Erin and the man on horseback look at each
other. There eyes met and she smiled and nodded her head. Erin was heterosexual.
It was late in the afternoon and most of the family's had left and the crowd had
changed to manly adults when the man on horseback and the soldiers came up to
Erin and Blair with a crowd of "townspeople".
Witch! Someone yelled. Blair jumped as she was grabbed by the soldiers. Her
wrists where tied together but behind her back.
"I'm not a Witch she protested. Her protest fell on deaf ears as everyone
started yelling Witch at her. She knew this was part of the fair and felt it was
just her turn to become part of the festivities. She wanted to play along and
kept protesting her innocence.
"Silence the wench" the rider commanded.
Blair's eyes popped wide open as her hair was pulled. She opened her mouth to
scream nothing came out as a thick wood dowel was shoved into her mouth. Rope on
the ends was tied tightly behind her head. She was gagged and silenced. She
became of how hot she was as her heart pounded.
She looked over at Erin who was clapping and yelling witch along with everybody
else. She was smiling from ear to ear. With only her large brown eyes Blair
implored Erin to do something. She had not seen any of the others taken treated
like this.
Erin came forward and put her hands on Blair's shoulders. "Don't worry just play
along it's just part of the fun." Blair felt better at that comment. Yes she
thought this is just fun and games. Erin didn't lift her hands off Blair's
shoulders she instead slid the spaghetti straps on the tank top off her
shoulders down to her elbows.
Blair's muffled protests were laughed at by everybody. With her arms behind her
she became aware of how her breast were being thrust out.
"Harlot! Whore!" The cries changed. In danger of having her breasts exposed
Blair pinned her arms to her sides. Erin stepped back. "A witch and a whore not
a good combination" she laughed.
With a jerk Blair stepped backward. The horse was leading her through the crowd.
She saw Erin moth the words "Have Fun."
Rather than go straight to a tent to change she was lead through the entire fair
so everyone could see her. Fortunately the rider went slow so she wouldn't
stumble. She lost her sandals after going just a short distance and was bare
foot. Blair wanted to cry. This was humiliating. Something flew at her and hit
her on the tit. She was startled and looked down it was mud. When she looked up
she saw everyone holding wet sloppy hands full of mud. The cries of witch, whore
and harlot went up again.
Blair tried to duck out of the way when the mud started to fly at her. She
failed. The mud hit her in the face and hair, her whole body was a target. She
stopped moving and just took her "punishment" biting down on the wood between
her teeth. It didn't occur to her she was still in her clothes and was not
changed into medieval attire. She kept her eyes tightly closed not wanting to
get mud in them.
Erin got several hands full from the buckets being walked around. She was
enjoyed Blair's humiliation. Enjoying it a bit too much.
Blair felt the mud all over her. Her hair was a mess and matted to her head and
face.
The scrungy holding her hair in a ponytail had disappeared when she was gagged.
As she turned her face to avoid the clumps of mud her hair swung from side to
side and stuck to her face.
Worse she felt the cotton top soaked with heavy mud trying to work it's way down
as she began to be lead by the horse. This time though they were moving faster.
Blair felt the material moving as her breasts jiggled as she fought to keep up
with the horse.
Fortunately they made the tent before Blair exposed her breasts. As the
disappeared behind the flap of the tent an awww of disappointment went up.
Still tied and gagged Blair's face was washed off. She could see again. What she
saw was Erin standing with the rider and several men and women.
She stepped forward with a pair of scissors. I owe you bitch she said as she
took the scissors and cut the tank top from Blair. Tears welled up in her eyes.
MFMFGNHGMD was all she could say as she stood topless. Several others helped the
redheaded attorney take the tan shorts off of the struggling Blair.
"They didn't have these in the middle ages" she said as she grabbed Blair's
white lace panties and tore them from her. Blair screamed as the material tore
through her puss.
Erin stepped back and looked at the crying, naked, humiliated accountant. "This
is more like it."
"You really need to be more careful dear Blair. Your secretary found a disc on
your desk a couple of weeks back. When she opened it she was surprised at the
contents. Imagine you writing a story about humiliation and bondage. She was
shocked someone so intelligent and proper could have such a gutter mind. Blair's
heart was racing as she struggled listening to Erin.
You can let her go. The two men holding Blair let go. Leave if you want. The
flap of the tent was lifted and a cheer went up from the people waiting for
Blair's punishment to continue when they saw the naked female inside. The tent
flap was quickly lowered and Blair's shoulders slumped.
"Maureen thought the victim in your little story sounded familiar. Too familiar
so she sent me the disc. I was stunned the description of the female fit me
almost to the t. You posted it on the Internet and people that knew me could
have seen it. What was it called. Oh yeah "The High Price of Wagering"
Blair was crying and apologizing. No one could understand a word she was
mumbling through her wooden dowel gag.
"This is my turn to get even except this isn't a story. This is real and one
Renaissance Fair you won't forget. I paid a nice little sum for you to be taken
and degraded. You have no idea what is planned but I will say it is a bit over
the line" Erin and everybody laughed. She leaned ever and whispered in Blair's
ear "Just remember how the story ended."
Three women came forward one was holding a burlap bag with head and arm holes
cut out. The other two both had on rubber gloves and one had a bucket. Evil
smirks were on all their faces.
