San Francisco
Weekend
by snowflake
femdom adventures in the City by the Bay
Feb. 22: It was just
past 11:30 p.m. when the alarm went off. As they stirred, two of
their cats sprang from the bed. Naptime was over.
A half hour later it
was Friday morning, the mercury was struggling to make zero, snowflake
and his Lady had showered and dressed, were pulling on their parkas
and throwing bags in the car, getting ready to leave for the airport.
1:30 to 2:30 a.m. is
a popular departure time from Anchorage International. Most of the
major airlines run a redeye; a landing at Seattle-Tacoma between
5 and 6 a.m. is usually just the right time for passengers to connect
with the first flight out to most anywhere. Today, "most anywhere"
meant San Francisco. The plan was to combine a day off work and
the weekend to shop (leather, toys and lingerie) and to play.
To his Mistress' occasional
annoyance, snowflake generally is terrible about making travel and
accommodation reservations. They arrived at SFO a little after 9
a.m. with no rent-a-car booked, no hotel and no immediate plan beyond
his "Let's go outside and smell the fresh air, drive to Mountain
View and visit BR Creations, see what they've got."
An hour later they were
headed south on 101 in a rental, a fairly new Pontiac Grand Am,
in search of the world-renowned corset maker. And every mile closer
to Mt. View took them a mile farther away from their prime shopping
and play area downtown.
snowflake is a dreadful
planner. If he had made even one phone call he would have known
that Ruth was gone through the end of the month, that the corset
shop was temporarily closed. 'Course he did not know that they'd
not be able to *find* the corset shop until after they had arrived
in Mt. View. He felt ashamed of himself, especially for having displeased
his Lady, and would have had his head lowered all during the drive
into San Francisco but for the fact that he was the one who was
driving.
They were not intimately
familiar with downtown and left the freeway on a whim, at the Seventh
St. exit, and checked into the Best Western Americania. When snowflake
phoned Bob Forman, a favorite net friend who had kindly offered
to show them around, Bob shared that the motel was within a couple
blocks of Stormy Leather.
Bingo! It was not the
first time during the weekend that fate was to smile on snowflake
and his Mistress.
Shopping:
If you are into Dominance/submission,
and visiting San Francisco, it is the opinion of snowflake and his
Mistress that if you do no other shopping, you *must* take in Stormy
Leather. Mistress found a very nice leather skirt, bustier and a
much better pair of wrist restraints than she currently uses on
snowflake (who spent quite a long time himself studying a multi-tiered
taffeta petticoat). However, this was the first place they'd shopped
and she decided not to buy any of these until she had checked out
alternatives.
Over the weekend they
paid shop-till-you-drop visits to other stores: Mr. S and Leathers,
Etc. (both also close to their motel); the Foxy Lady (for purchases
by snowflake and by Bob) and Good Vibrations (for purchases by Mistress
and also by snowflake, technically for her, although it was a paddle
and since he was the intended recipient of the to-be-delivered whacks
one might say after a fashion that he bought it for himself); to
Castro Street for a quick shop and to the north end of town for
a visit to Romantasy.
Until they stumbled
across it on the Web a week earlier, snowflake and Mistress had
never heard of Romantasy. But from Saturday forward the store was
never to be left off their list of "must visits."
While Mistress and Bob
checked every nook and cranny in the establishment, snowflake immersed
himself in the 3-ring binders where photographs and text displayed
every type of corset imaginable, from manufacturers in the Bay Area
and from around the world. ::drool::
With the store checked
out, they left for lunch. Over tacos and salsa, appetizers and a
few bottles of Corona and Dos Equis:
Mistress: Well, snowflake,
why didn't you order one?
snowflake: They cost
so much. Maybe I should think about it more.
Mistress: Why wait?
You *know* what you want, don't you dear?
snowflake: ::pondering::
Bob: ::thinking what
he wouldn't give to be in snowflake's shoes::
So snowflake decided
to get measured for his corset then and there. Back to Romantasy
and a delightful discussion about design and fabrics with Mistress
and with Midori (who has appeared in exotic publications such as
"O" and who is scheduled for "Women of the Internet" in next month's
Playboy.)
At times snowflake felt
like the writer of a letter to Penthouse Variations. The ones that
start off with "Until this unbelievable thing happened to me I used
to think all those letters were made up..."
There he was, in a small
dressing room with two beautiful women. Mistress, a sometime seamstress
with knowledge of what was to come, looked at her co-conspirator
and chuckled. Midori, in turn, flashed a wicked grin to snowflake
and said, very matter-of-factly, "Strip!"
Corset measurements
cannot be taken properly over clothes. Most often a professional
will take all the detailed measurements three times to be sure they're
right.
snowflake got the works.
This particular corset will be made in England for delivery in about
six weeks.
Dining, Munch and play:
Bob "The Sonoma Valley
is for fine wine, Napa is for auto parts" Forman made Friday night
dinner reservations where he helped Mistress choose an excellent
Sonoma wine.
Saturday night, however,
offered the premier gourmet experience for the three. Many of those
in the know would argue that the best gourmet dining around is to
be had at a French bistro by the name of Fringale's. But while there
are those who know of Lady Tanith's business enterprise and her
CDA activism, the food critics are (thankfully) unaware that the
Bay Area's best kept culinary secret is her food preparation and
cooking skills. (Based on snowflake's extensive tasting and retasting
he has concluded Lady Tanith may be in the wrong business! )
The Munch: the salmon/seafood/chicken/reindeer
sausage appetizers, preparing visitors for the main course cuts
of delicious prime rib and fresh King Salmon (flown in from the
frozen north for just this occasion) were wonderful. The conversation
(guests from Vancouver, B.C. to Los Angeles) was scintillating.
Furthermore, Lady Tanith's Dungeon and what went on there... ::gasp::
...
A Sunday surprise:
Mid-afternoon snowflake
and his Lady turned up dutifully at SFO for their return flight
to ANC and, having taken their seats in the plane, heard the following
announcement on the PA system: "We are overbooked and would like
to offer two people willing to give up their seats on this flight
first class transportation to your destination tomorrow, hotel and
meal allowance here tonight on us, plus two round trip first class
tickets to any Alaska Airlines' destination in North America and
good for one year."
At Mistress' prodding,
snowflake hit the flight attendant call button.
The following day, seated
comfortably in the first row of their Alaska Airlines jet and enroute
home, they began to read up on Mazatlan, Puerto Vallarta and Cabo
San Lucas.
-=o=-
"Hey, where is all the
good stuff?" you might ask.
Well, fair comment.
From his imagination and from his RL experiences with Mistress,
snowflake does customarily slip in a little erotic content here
and there. But not this time. He has left out "all the good stuff"
that, over this weekend, *really happened!* in protest of the so-called
Communications Decency Act which he thinks really sucks.
-=o=-
For the weekend: many
thanks to btmbob@crl.com (Bob Forman), pleasure@netcom.com (Tanith
Tyrr) and with apologies to our good friend Mule for skipping the
planned Sunday airport reunion due to the aforementioned opportunity
to get a little Mexican sand between our toes.
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