After the excitements of the recent visits where guests adorned themselves in beautiful summer dresses, it was time for the lady-in-waiting to restore the Castle back to it's pristine condition.
But, with an abundance of left-over mushrooms, Sarah decided to tuck in before getting back to her duties.
After a few spoonfuls she felt somewhat light headed, or more light headed than usual.
She giggled. Got up. And headed off out of the kitchen and downstairs. Not too steady on her feet but that was nothing to do with her heels.
She stumbled a few times and responded to each close call with more giggles.
Then, she found herself in one of the 'Special Rooms'. A room she had only previously entered with the express permission of her Mistress, the Lady @danni-gurrl .
She stared in awe at the rail full of latex catsuits. She giggled and looked down at her own uniform.
Sarah longed to try one on. She hicupped and giggled again, a hand lifting one of the suits off the rail.
She felt an overwhelming compulsion to change her outfit. And she did.
But now something else caught her eye. What in the name of magic mushrooms was that?
A steel helmet, not a Space helmet for sure. But if not then what purpose did it serve.
She giggled and stumbled across to the room as she placed the helmet over her head.
More giggles that upgraded to laughter as her head was encased in the steel. So much was the echo inside her helmet that she never registered the "CLICK" .
She stood unbalanced. The helmet was tighter than she had expected.
But her efforts to take it off were fruitless.
Both hands failed to make the helmet yield.
Now she seen green mist before her eyes.
Hiccups and giggles seemed bizarre given her predicament.
She stumbled across the room as she struggled to focus through the narrow eyelets
Who were these men? Oh my, she giggled
Sarah shook her head, as if that might help release the lock on the helmet.
The trio never moved, never spoke. They had to be her imagination?
Oh my she thought as another near fall into the stone floor was narrowly avoided.
She shut her eyes and it went black. Silence.
And so, following her over-indulgence with the home grown mushrooms, Sarah found herself passed out on her bed. Sound asleep.
Not a torture chamber, hooded Men or latex catsuits anywhere to be seen.
Life at the Mystery Castle was never dull!
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