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I need to apologize to the reader of my tale. It concerns Davina’s birth story. I’m not a top-tier storyteller, nor am I perfect with spelling, and I always disliked English classes (Classes—I didn’t like English Classes; The English is fine, but Mistress Emma, I prefer You). This fits that “if you told me this time last year” trope. ** “Long ago and far away in a land of enchantment lived a handsome young man and his extremely beautiful and lovely wife.”** OK, back to reality. Last year around now, I was getting injections for my back pain, but by late June walking became difficult. I saw the doctor on Wednesday and had surgery on Monday (July 6). I mention this because… well…I don’t know where this is going yet, oh right! Back in November of ‘08, Mistress Michelle held her first Gathering, and I wanted to go next time. With my back surgery scheduled for July 6th, giving me eight weeks before returning to work (maybe another month or two to feel somewhat normal)…OMG this is sooooo boring!!!! Alright!! So, had the surgery, rested, returned to work, did very well, managed to attend OK! Mistress Michelle (such a lovely name—I’ll get to that later) announced Gathering II—get your deposit in NOW! (at least that’s how I read it). On that fateful day in September—a date etched forever in my mind (I believe it was Sept)—I was home alone (Carly, Bear, and Izzy were there too), reading about the Gathering on (here comes a plug) the community site (Thanks MW & pet). Quick as any good sub who never acts without permission from his Mistress (though She wasn’t home at that exact moment), I sent in the deposit for two. Just like that, my Beautiful and lovely Wife, Madame Michelle—and yes, it is because of her name—Michelle and I were “In like Flint” (old movie saying—it’s on AMC). Now here comes the weird part. Madame Michelle was having a reading done (you know, where someone predicts your future). She told Michelle she’d be flying somewhere soon along with some other random details. Michelle came home telling me about her destiny and said, eyes gleaming, that we would fly soon too. How did She know? Well Mama, you see, We/we are going sooner than You think. What about November to Virginia! “What on earth have you done?” Well, You were out, I was online, sent Mistress Michelle the deposit, booked flights and a car. “What? You actually did that?” Yes, we are off to Roanoke in November—it’s OK right?:manga_beat:, got a good price too. To make this long story short, everything went fine. We/we packed and on November 6th boarded our plane bound for Mistress Michelle’s Gathering II. Crap! I just bit my tongue eating a sandwich! Chapter 2 - The Arrival We/we finished the first leg at JFK in New York—had some pizza (mmmmm). Then off to Roanoke. And here is the scariest part: getting from the airport to the cabin in the forest by a lake in beautiful Virginia. Back to that scary bit—the directions given by Mistress Michelle were Southern, and as a Yankee from up North, they were hard to decipher. We/we didn’t do too badly; we just didn’t go quite far enough. Finally got back on track (Thank God for cell phones) after calling the Mistress. Turning a corner down what seemed like a dirt road, there it was: a small log cabin with a stone chimney and smoke rising into the blue sky. You can hear the riverboat whistle coming up… Wait, that’s another story. There were a couple of houses nearby. We/we pulled up to one hoping it was right. Peeking in, we saw people—Hey look, that guy is naked (finally nudity!)—and heard a distinct British accent. Madame and I looked at each other and said “think we found the place.” God, I hope so! We/we went inside and met everyone. Not sure about Madame, but I was excited to meet Mistress Michelle, Mistress Linda, and of course Mistress Watchful (now known as Mistress Emma). (Madame says I have a crush on Her:Love6: -it’s the accent; She is sooo British:Love7: ) Mistress Michelle and my own Madame Michelle (both born in the same year—just 20 days apart) chatted and decided which room Madame would take. So off I went to unpack. We/we had normal stuff…You know paddles, canes, bondage wear…things one normally brings on vacation. But inside the luggage, I brought a maid’s outfit. I mainly packed the dress because I saw photos from last year where the subs looked cold (well it was Nov and they were naked), while the sissies looked warm since they all had dresses on. So I brought mine for warmth. Done with unpacking, I went upstairs; everyone was chatting and we all had dinner. Afterward one of the Doms (Mistress Rob and Riki arrived) asked if we subs would mind taking off our clothes so we could get started—OK! Pretty sure Mistress Michelle yelled at us to get naked NOW!!!! And We/we began. That was the last time I wore my “normal” clothes until it was time to leave. Saturday started much as planned, but in the afternoon those of us subs who brought dresses were made to put them on (of course Rachel was always dressed). So off I went—first I painted my fingernails black to match my toes done at a nail place Madame took me to. Then I put on new black panties with white ruffles, white thigh-high stockings with pretty black bows, and my black satin maid dress with a cute white apron. To top it all off for my outfit, I bought a dark brown and red wig. Madame gave me 2” black heels, completing my maid ensemble. Usually that would suffice, but I included wrist and ankle cuffs and of course a collar. Looking in the mirror I thought “am I doing the right thing?” Yes I was, and I liked the change! Everyone else got ready too (sorry for getting self-absorbed). Madame put on a great form-fitting black rubber dress (best part—I got to polish it:manga_devil: ). Makeup, stockings, heels—She was ready. (I have to say She looked stunning—if I don’t mention it…) I hooked my leash onto the collar and handed the other end to Madame; off we went for dinner. If you want blow-by-blow details of that weekend, go read some better-written and more interesting stories by others. I’ll keep this as boring as possible! On Saturday night or maybe Sunday morning, Madame Michelle and Mistress Emma were talking about a bunch of things, one item being me. They tried to come up with a name for me. I started thinking: what would I like? I thought and thought… how about…. Talk about the look—both Them gave it to me…OK, I’ll shut up. Well The Two came up with Davina! –I don’t know why they thought of Davina… well, davina became:blushy-girl-2: thanks to Madame and Mistress Emma (davina does sound better with a British accent). Well the weekend ended We/we all went home (some stayed longer) with Our/our memories and bruises ready for recounting on the community site (plug 2). What I will remember is meeting all the other Mistresses and their subs. Being whipped on that beautiful bench made by Mistress Michelle, as well as Mistress Emma (wimpy.. wimpy.. but I did enjoy it) before Madame and I left. I would have loved a whipping from all the others—hopefully next time. The good times, food (Rachel cooked wonderfully), and fun—Yes fun—we all had. This I hate to admit: a couple of times when I was kneeling or standing naked by Madame, Rachel came into the room dressed in something new. She either wore an outfit change or shoes (I think some were Ms Linda’s) and all attention went to her. I’d say to myself lucky (sorry Rachel):sign0055: tch! (That happened at the beginning of the weekend before I re

ally knew her.) Well, I did envy her, getting all dressed up and the attention from the Mistresses. But as the weekend went on, I started thinking – god, I wish I could dress up like Rachel ( sorry Susie you weren’t there). Of course I had my maid outfit but I wanted more ( it doesn’t matter what you want…. Yes Mama! You are right!!!! Bend over!:smilies_xxx22: WACK! Chapter three: We arrived home, unpacked, unwound and got back to our normal life. Things did not change all that much. Madame kept me in my cage but She also instructed me to stop shaving and let my hair grow back because I had doctor appointments scheduled. I hung up my maids outfit put the wig on the shelf and placed the present Mistress Emma gave me in a drawer. The only thing used from that weekend was the paddle tiff made. She used that paddle every night until one night it broke!!! (Thank God) A footnote: this was one of tiff’s early models; later on, tiff did offer some newer paddles and we received them – they are built thicker with harder wood (I swear). So like I said, back to normal with davina back in the closet. 2010, January 13th, my birthday. I decided ( it doesn’t matter what you decide…. Yes Mama! You are right!!!! Bend over!:smilies_xxx22: WACK!) that I would take the day of my birth to ask Madame – ok, tell Madame what I wanted to do and make some suggestions on what to do and buy. But most importantly, how I wanted to be trained. Well it was my birthday. I also told Her that I was only doing this because it was my birthday and I would not ask or bug Her again the whole year….until my next birthday! “YA right” was all She said. Davina was still in the closet. If my memory serves me correct (LOL), I think it was that weekend Madame took me shopping. We went to lingerie (they were having a sale) and She picked out some panties. This was strange because She didn’t usually get that style, so being a good sub I questioned Her about it. All I heard was that they were for me!!! Really!!! So being the good sub that I am, did I say Thank You Mama? NO! I said I like these in this color. ( it doesn’t matter what you want…. Yes Mama! You are right!!!! Bend over! WACK!) Well to make this long story longer Madame over the next few weeks found a bunch of stuff on sale only, mostly pink. Over the next few months I added to my collection: tops, shorts and skirts. I started wearing them around the house but with hairy legs – yak- so I started shaving again. One outfit has a tank top so I did the upper part of my body; well if I’m doing it all!! (The razor bill went up). I dug out the wig and makeup from November, started painting my toenails again (shocking pink) but I was not there yet. Madame got into a new hobby: beading (not beatings), and She decided that She would make one mainly in pink including some letters. When She was done She put it around my neck. I looked in the mirror and it read anivid, I was so happy!!! Wait anivid? Stupid you are looking at it in the mirror; it is backwards spelling davina. So to end this part of the story, davina now has to wear her panties every day and keep her toes painted pink. She must wear pretty clothes when home as well as her beaded collar. Every so often, mainly on weekends, I am to get fully dressed as davina. Madame even bought one of those hair removal devices with a strong light and we are both using it. I must maintain my nails weekly for Madame and ensure Her feet are attended to daily. I must wear my CB all the time; I am not allowed to touch without asking and I have to earn the right to touch. When I cum (like that’s going to happen) I must clean up (clean up what?). At home, I usually cook unless Madame wants to but I normally handle cleaning. I take care of the bathroom and vacuum the house. But as always THINGS ARE GETTING BETTER! BEATINGS ARE UP! Stay tuned for davina ll – Return to Virginia:sign0135: OMG shoot me now!!!!!:White_Flag: