Kink In The Caribbean 10-Day 3

Monday morning at 7:00 a.m.. I am sitting in the nearly-empty breakfast area waiting for subby-hubby bob to show up. Someone plonks his ass on a chair at My table. I look up and see Zehn, the official DJ of Kink In The Caribbean. He is clutching his sling, having had a rough, sleepless night nurturing his painfully broken shoulder and arm. A few days before departing from Ft. Lauderdale, he had slipped on a rain-slicked sidewalk and had suffered multiple fractures.
Soon My slave bob joined us and W/we spent several hours chatting, then moved on to the bar and traded O/our orange juices for the harder stuff.
Eventually, I strolled off to the Entertainment Center, where the vendors were displaying a dazzling variety of fetish wear. There was Hilary of Hilarys Vanity selling her Gothic and fetish apparel. Alyssa Renee, owner and designer of Blacklickorish Latex, had a table full of Her high fashion, not-necessarily-fetish clothes. There was also Kali Morgan of PassionalBoutique.com (who had led the corset training workshop the previous day) hawking her silk-brocade corsets and latex wear. All three were doing a hugely brisk business.
That evening I and slave bob dressed for the gala Masque Fetish Dinner & Cabaret (whose them was "Casablanca"-style masks and formal fetish attire) at the Pastafari Restaurant. The organizers of Kink had commandeered the venue for the evening. Zehn DJ'd the music, just as he does for most fetish events across the U.S. (he can be contacted at Terro.Chik@gmail.com)
At My table (apart from the inevitable slave bob) was Goddess Soma, Her friend LaLo and their friend Philip, the photographer, plus the charming and cheerful Alex from London. In between courses there was cabaret entertainment. Soma and Snow Mercy started things off. Soma was dressed as a Chaplinesque male and Snow Mercy as a sexy vamp. Their performance was erotically-charged and mesmerizing.
Next came sexy Diamond Back Annie and voluptous Diana Knight.
After dinner W/we went on to "Eyes Wide Shut," the slave auction under the stars. All the Mistresses and slaves turned up, dressed in their finest latex and leather. I can't remember precisely when that raucous event ended but I vaguely remember staggering (in My boots) back to My room in the wee hours of morning.