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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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