They call the town Ballarat

Tuesday the plan was to head out to Dragon House, a bed and breakfast BDSM play space in Ballarat.Master Joe of Chains and his slave Kim picked us up and off we drove the 1.5 hours out into the countryside as after 20 minutes of Hunter and I having excited conversation we had it hit us that yup, these kids play differently than we do. We stopped for band aids, q-tips, and a failed attempt (3rd time that week) to get an enema rig, then off to Dragon House.Imagine suburbia.Imagine an SCA shield with a dragon on it hanging outside.Imagine suburbia.Now walk into the house, and find inside 50 perverts in full garb surrounded by kinky books and play equipment, eating barbequed meat and watching the races.Ha! Love it!Hunter was in a sadistic mood, and I was feeling more than a bit masochistic, but we didn't want to scare the natives yet so I got trussed up as Lady, the hard working but dreadfully simple minded Morgan pony girl. Spandex, corsetry, boots, head tack with a lopsided ear that hangs a bit, and I was drooling so much. They wanted to do pony shows, Lady was bored and kept trying to steal a man's pen and eat bushes. Apparently folks were amazed by me in pony space though, that yup, I was one stupid by graceful beast, and B had checked out and all that was left was Lady. One of the women we knew was handling a pony and had it jump over an unexpecting vanilla man, ha ha ha.Later, bored but belly full of very tasty meat (and sweet chili sauce), I asked Master Peter (gorean master owner of Dragon House) if I could put on some music and dance- agreeing I then proceeded to strip and lapdance for Hunter for about 5 or 6 songs in a row til dripping sweat and lots of folks oggling and amused. I headed into the other room to get dressed and came back to Hunter saying very loudly "No. Um, NO. No."Apparently the conversation went something like this:Bald Polish Master (BPM)- "You have a very sexy slave girl"H: Huh, do I know you from Sydney (thinking he was talking about Tam)BPM: No, have never met you beforeH: Huh? Slave girl?BPM: Yes, she is very sexy dancing slave of yours.H: No. Um, NO. No. (pulls out collar with lock on it and points)BPM: Eh?H: No, that is my SIR. I am his property.BPM: His?(insert exploding heads)I came and explained that I was his owner/SIR, and that I just happen to really enjoy dancing, being hit, being fucked, and in general happen to enjoy him as being mine because he can do the things I need and want done, and that includes having to endure me stripping for him and having to hurt me. (Insert EXTREME desire for H and I to have a scene where he has to scream "Please SIR don't make me hit you any more" as I rush him with a bloody face)BPM challenged me that yes, I am good at rope, but his slave girl, she is Houdini, no one can tie her up. He put $1000 on it. Hunter shakes his hand for the deal, and i go into the other room to grab my rope. As I come back with a look of determination on my face, BPM says "I think I not think this through- we do $100 instead?" to me. I agree and proceed to tie up his girl with 3 pieces of rope, her body moaning into the tight cinches, while BPM and I continue our discussion on Roman Empire politics and comparisons to Amnericas war on terrorism and the expansion to uphold corruption. She has 10 minutes to get out. 10 minutes pass, and she has one foot out. 20 minutes pass and she keeps screaming "No one help me, I WILL get out." At 30 minutes her arm is starting to turn purple and she is out of energy, and at 35 she finally gives up. She swears (laughing) to have vengence some day.BPM hands over $100 to Hunter who almost goes ballistic, expecting $1000 and not having heard the change in plans. I explain, it all tempers down (did I mention the extreme sadistic mood?), and it all turns into pleasant chats about life and history. I look around the room and see Master in chair, slave girl on ground, Master in chair, slave girl on floor, slave girl on floor, Master in chair, slave girl at feet... so as Hunter begins to sit on the floor I tell him no, sit in the chair. He looks at me quizically and I remind him with a glance of the fact that he is "Subverting our D/s Dynamic" and we almost fall over laughing as I sit at this feet and he "yes Sir"s me.BPM, hearing bits of my history, declares loudly, as Hunter is up getting me a drink (ghetto sangria- soda plus box wine)- "She is Sexy Beeeeech. She can not be just educator and dominatrix, she is too smart. She is CIA."H: Thats it. I guess we have to clean the room.Everyone freezes, drinks mid-sip, and for that 10 second pause they have no idea if he is serious.I cackle.Me: What is with everyone thinking CIA folks are all about the wet work? (insert cackle)So there ya go Mars- you are not the only one who thinks I am Sydney from ALIAS.After everyone headed out our house maid went to bed and Hunter and I retreated to the B&B room for some very deep trance drumming spiritual work and then some hot puppy play sex with Gunner, the very serious Doberman (yes, you may pet me now- ok, we're done). I must get the Preaching for the Perverted soundtrack. We even buzzed the main at 2am for water, such service.In the morning showers were had and freshly made toast, bacon, eggs to spec, juice, coffee, tea, fresh honey etc were served and we sat around with Rose (our maid- standing), Master Joe and Kim from Chains, and then headed back to Melbourne.The rates are decent, and if you're looking for somewhere to escape and have a space totally to yourself, or with a very able and service oriented maid on hand (in full wardrobe or not), I'd recomment Dragon House in Ballarat. The bedroom is small, and they still have a lot of rennovation to do, but if you are in Melbourne and want an escape, it's good fun.