The chronicles of Sir Tommy of Qwerty's travels in Zity:
Having left the lass in Holly's capable hands, I adjusted my tunic and exited our home. Stepping into the morning light, I took a moment to reflect upon the events of the past hour. Having awoken, I had planned a quiet day with Holly. Only to be interrupted by Aunt R's visit, dragging along of all people, my friend. That Lady/lass was the one person whom I never would have thought needed constant corrective action. Then to be asked to take over her correction until her 'Dom' returned, well this was even a bigger surprise. Holly's willingness to allow me to do this surprised me. The things that were even right now happening behind the doors and walls of our home would shock me when I did learn of them. But that’s for a later entry.
Oh, excuse me. Allow me to introduce myself, I am Sir Tommy of Qwerty. A knight wandering the lands who came upon this place called Zity. During my visit here I met a beautiful maiden named Holly. It did not take me long to realize that this was the true love of my life. And much to my surprise she felt the same about me. A short time later I asked for her hand and she became my betroathed. Holly is a fine lass, brown haired, fair skinned, full of hip and breasts, with a taught waist between. And she has such a streak of wildness and impetuousness, she keeps me on my toes.
Shaking my head at those memories, I began to stroll around the village. Reaching the town square I wandered towards a gathering crowd to see what was occurring.
At the town marketplace, in the town square, I found entertainment being provided by a troop of travelling minstrels which included the Kings Jester. Jesters were itinerant performers who entertained common folk at fairs and town markets, with entertainment included music, storytelling, and physical comedy. They were also performing acrobatics and juggling. Amused by what I was seeing, I decided to stay and watch for a while. The first thing that caught my eye was their outlandish attire; trousers of different bright colors. Tops made of what appeared to be patches of eye dazzling colors, cut in odd shapes. With pointed collars and pointed hats and shoes, and each point adorned with a bell of some type. No two performers looked alike, there was no uniformity in their costumes; except for the style and outrageous coloring. I began by watching the jugglers for a few moments. As this held little interest to me I moved on and watched the tumblers and acrobatics. This group of three was quite inventive and skillful.
As I moved along I stopped and listened to a story teller, telling of far off lands and strange devices. He had us all listening closely and then laughing as he told of a land with metal horses and where men flew thru the air inside of metal birds. How silly, metal birds that could fly; I next expected him to say that they flew the bird to the moon!!! ha ha ha. I will admit though, listening to him you could almost close your eyes and believe what he said was the truth.
Continuing my observations of the groups and individual’s, I noticed one that stood out from the others; Like the others he was male, but dressed so differently in latex from head to foot!!! Form fitting latex at that. And for shoes he wore boots that ran all the way up to his thighs!!! Once I got past the shock of what I saw, I started to listen to him. He was a bard. A proper minstrel. A combination of singer, musician and story teller all rolled into a catsuit. As I listened further, I asked a neighbor as to this strange persons identity, I was informed that this was the Kings Court Jester ZaBoots. What a strange name, but seeing that footwear, I understood the name. So I stood and listened to this man, weave tales and music into stories that kept us all spell-bound. We laughed at the funny parts, cried at other parts. But not a sole left before he finished. As he took his applause and bows, I approached him. With the crowd thinned, I was able to get his attention.
''ZaBoots, a moment of your time,'' I called.
'And you are?' he inquired.
''I am Sir Tommy of Qwerty, a visitor to this land. Might I buy you a flagon of mead?''
'Of course Sir Tommy.' And off to the local watering hole we went. Entering the Dew Droppe Inn, we took a table to one side. As this was my first foray into this establishment, allow me to take a minute to describe it. It was a simple place, with about a dozen tables on one side. A series of casks on the other side and a gaming area in the rear. The most outstanding attraction was the serving wenches, fair of skin, and buxom. Did I mention topless? Aye topless. Now I knew why Holly said naught of this place. Ordering two flagons of mead I began to draw ZaBoot's story from him.
'So Sir Tommy, ye wishes to know my story? Tis a simple tale for I am a simple man. I was born and raised in a foreign land. Taken by raiders at a young age, I survived by telling stories, singing and keeping them distracted. Eventually I got away and made my way to a village. Life was difficult and I survived by inventing and telling stories of these pirates. I became successful at this and soon married and began a family. Then a series of disasters struck my land. The first was a pestilence and all feared to leave their homes. The second was far worse, for my wife's mother fell ill and came to live with us!!! It did not long, Sir Tommy, before I needed an escape. So I came to Zity and became the Court Jester for the King. I travel around and observe for him. Getting a feel for the people by their reactions to my songs and tales. Then I report back to him with my findings. Tis a good gig for I can feed my family and spend time with my friends.'
''So what does thou doest for fun ZaBoots?''
'Well Sir Tommy, besides my outfit here, I have a collection of outrageous boots. Hence my name ZaBoots. I have more boots than the queen herself. As for my kinks I enjoy aspects of anal eroticism.'
''Anal eroticism, what be that?'' I asked.
'Sir Tommy, ye hast heard of enemas?'
'Well I take the idea further in that I like to experiment with large and long items in my rectum. In a way I am a sword swallower of an anal sort.'
''And this brings thee pleasure?''
'Aye, very much so.'
''Can you tell me more about Zity?''
'That's easy Sir Tommy. Zity can be and is what ever you wish it to be. It is a place for a diverse group of people to meet and talk, exchange ideas and explore there kinks/fetishes. There are few limit as to what you can do, and the more you contribute and participate, the more you will get back in return. Talk/chat with others with similar interests. Have a good time and play safely; know your limits and the limits of those you play with. Things are in a constant evolution here as new people come to visit and others leave. The one group who miss out the most are those who do not take the time to get involved and truly explore Zity. Does that answer your question?'
''Quite well. In fact that is much of the same way I feel having been here for a short time. Getting involved is the only way to truly get a feel for Zity and to take advantage of the offerings here. I thank you ZaBoots for your time and honesty. I must now take your leave.''
'Sir Tommy, the pleasure has been mine. I am sure we shall meet again.'
With that I rose and strode into the afternoon sun, reflecting upon the words of ZaBoots. looking around I decided to return to our home to see what mischief Holly and Tonya had gotten into. What I learned upon arriving shook me to the core...