Chapter Thirteen
My first Renaissance Faire continued in the same boisterous fashion as my first tentative days of this wild event. I joined the sisterhood of collared females ready to bare their butts, take their punishment, and earn lots of perverted s*x for their willingness to yield. I understood now why my fellow maids, mistresses and gentle ladies were easily led into this life. Every day was an exhilarating mystery of speculation. Whose name tile would be chosen in the morning? What man might find you napping, or speaking too sharply, or otherwise behaving badly? What women would be called before the company for public censorship and punishment? Weird thrills darted through me all day long as I waited with anticipation piqued. I couldn’t let my mind rest—not completely.
At first,
