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Lucy Goes To The Fair
(Slave Kala)

     Lucy was being taken to the fair; she was ever so very excited. She was being taken by her friend Garry. Garry was twenty years older than she was and had a hell of a lot more experience with this kind of 'fair' than she did. The fair in question was the local third annual, Master and slaves open market fair. Set up in a sort of farmer's market style, it was a gathering place for the S\M community for a hundred miles around. 

      Although the promoters of the event were local, it had never been held inside the city limits; not for legal, ethical, or moral reasons, only reasons of space. The first year Lucy had read in the paper about how the throngs of people soon overloaded the venue (a circus tent set up just outside the perimeter highway) to the point they'd had to shut down a day early for safety. Now the Master and slaves open market fair was held in a farmer's field leased for the four day long weekend, as it had been the year before. From what Lucy had read the thing was an event with a very relaxed atmosphere, part market where various vendors sold BDSM themed equipment and services, part gathering place for people interested in the culture of whips and chains; and partially a place where the inexperienced could come to learn more...

      Lucy, a neophyte, had no real experience in S&M. She'd let a boyfriend handcuff her to the bed once long ago, but he'd apparently liked it so much he'd had her quickly and rolled over for a smoke and a nap until she woke him. Still although she hadn't enjoyed the one experience, the thing itself intrigued her; being tied up, made to serve another's will. She'd considering going to the event the second year but hadn't been able to work up the courage to go to it herself; she knew Garry was into S&M though, into it deeply. She'd bugged him to take her but on the short notice he hadn't been able to work it into his schedule last year. She'd pestered him all year, at least once a month making him reaffirm he'd take her this year...and now she could see the parking lot up ahead, a trammeled dirt field. 

      "Well, here we are," Garry said causally as he pulled in and started cruising the aisles looking for a parking space. 

      Lucy could see a lot of out of state license plates, she looked over at Garry a little nervously. The sounds of the fair could be heard clearly, hundreds, perhaps a few thousand people. "Yes, here we are," she said. 

      He gave her a smile. "Nervous?" 

      "A little." She admitted. 

      "Don't be, there will be a lot of people there with no experience, just like you. This fair isn't meant for hardcore public play, I looked into it. They'll be a lot of public nudity, you'll see people being led around on leashes, people getting spanked; but it's all in good fun, a very relaxed casual setting. Just stay close to me, ask me if you have questions about anything and you shouldn't make any major faux pas." 

      She nodded. "Okay." 

      It took him almost ten minutes to find a parking space but finally he found one; Lucy climbed out of the car. She was thirty-eight, with light brown hair and what men had often described as alluring blue eyes. At 5'6 she was a little overweight, 130 pounds, she'd been on a diet for at least ten years now. She had to be honest with herself, she had wide-set hips and a swivel chair spread, although her ass still got grabbed in the bars (currently single and looking). Men seemed to like her rather large C-cup breasts and she received compliments from bedmates who enjoyed stroking her flattish, softly rounded belly, still firm thanks to her gym membership. 

      In the heat of summer she wore a light cotton dress, light blue with white polka dots it matched her eyes well, going down to just past her knees and held up by straps tied at her shoulders. Garry had taken a look at the high heels she'd intended to wear to the event being held in the country, and gently advised her to wear sneakers, so she was. 

      Garry himself had a thick mane of salt and pepper hair, dressed in a red work shirt with black buttons, blue jeans with a wide leather belt sporting a large buckle engraved with a woman being whipped (Lucy hadn't commented). Purse on her arm, she let Garry hook her other arm and they strolled to the entrance, the fair being surrounded by a fence of orange plastic. It was a five-dollar entrance fee and Lucy let Garry pay; arm in arm they strolled down the broad grassy thoroughfare. 

      She looked around, a little awestruck. "Wow," she breathed. 

      Garry chuckled. "Yes it is big isn't it? A lot of people. They've gained more publicity since last year. Shall we wander around a bit and look at things?" 

      "Yes, lets." She smiled at him and let him take the lead. 

      They wandered around just drifting with the ebb and flow of the crowd; there were at least a thousand people in the half-dozen acre open-air 'market'. Lucy saw as Garry had told her she would, various people in various states of undress, and people dressed oddly as well. She saw one old, old man following another old man, the one led the other around via a leash attached to the other's cock, and he was naked but for a straightjacket trapping his arms tight against his belly. Various slaves were being led around with more conventional collars, some were naked some clothed but all followed meekly, attached to their owners via the chains leading off from their necks. Other slaves, (perhaps better trained?), followed a few paces behind their Masters with no visible lead.

      Naked, presumably slaves, of both sexes, wandered around by themselves with purposeful looks, perhaps on errands for their owners. Lucy saw several such carrying with difficulty, things bought from the food vendors, apparently fetching at their owner's command. Not all the slaves were naked of course, some were fully clothed. Garry pointed out one very pretty young man dressed in slacks and a shirt, he moved confidently through the crowd with a hot dog in one hand and an unopened can of pop in the other; Lucy didn't see the collar glinting in the light until Garry made her look closer. 

      She watched as he approached a very fat woman dressed in a muumuu, he dropped gracefully to one knee before her where she sat on one of the benches scattered around, head bowed the fall of his dark hair obscuring his face in a manner Lucy found unaccountably alluring, he proffered the hot dog. She watched as the woman took it, stroking his hair and he looked up at her with a grin before opening her drink for her and offering it too. Lucy felt her face heat as the 400 some odd pound woman looked directly at her. Their eyes locked instantly and Lucy couldn't look away, she tried but couldn't, and after a moment the heavy-set lady gave her a warm smile and quirked a questioning eyebrow, clearly asking what she could do for her. Buttocks clenched Lucy looked away quickly, faltering as she leaned against Garry; he chuckled, very amused. 

      "If you're going to stare young lady, what do you think will happen? It's as impolite here as anywhere else, people will assume you want something if you catch their eye like that." 

      "I'm sorry," Lucy said. 

      He chuckled again, "You shouldn't apologize to me." His arm still looped through hers he changed direction, Lucy pulled back when she realized he was angling for the large woman and her slave, kneeling at her feet as she ate her hot dog. "Come on," he said quietly, tugging on her arm, "it's okay, I'm sure she's really nice once you get to know her." 

      He spoke soothingly but Lucy could tell from his tone he'd push the matter if he had to. With a little sigh, butterflies roiling deep inside her she followed his lead, trusting herself implicitly to his judgment. The woman smiled warmly enough as they came up to her. Garry pulled Lucy against his side, putting an arm around her. 

      He offered his hand to the woman, ignoring the slave kneeling at her feet with his head bowed. "Hello, I'm Garry." 

      The woman took the proffered hand gracefully, "Donna," she said. 

      "This is Lucy." From Garry. 

      "Hi." Lucy said shyly, offering her hand. 

      The female dominant smiled at her gently and shook her hand firmly. "Hello Lucy." After shaking Lucy's hand she reached down and touched her slave on the shoulder, he knelt up smoothly, looking up at the three of them as his owner continued, "This is Kyle. Say hello Kyle." 

      "Hello Kyle," the sub said mischievously. 

      His owner smiled and gave a little laugh as she causally grabbed a handful of his hair and gently pulled his head back, as he kept his hands in his lap, offering no resistance. Donna looked at Garry, "As you can see, Kyle needs regular whippings to keep him in line. Don't you baby?" 

      "Yes mistress," Kyle replied easily; looking at the sky. 

      "Yes, I see that," Garry replied. 

      "How about yours, is she well behaved, or a little minx?"