What's in Your Bag?

After the second worship session behind my closed office door yesterday, Mistress and Slave stopped at a political fundraiser, and then walked down to the local football palace to join some friends at the last "pre-season" (i.e. pretend) game.

It was Mistress's first trip to the stadium since the new bag policy was introduced by the NFL, and Apparently I misunderstood the rules.

I had understood that purses that were no more than 12 inches x 12 inches could survive the strict scrutiny of the cracker-jack security guards, but apparently, Slave was wrong. It turns out the 12 x 12 rule applies only to those goofy clear plastic bags that they are marketing with your team logos on them. So poor Mistress, who had already re-loaded her collection of lipsticks and grooming "essentials" into a smaller purse, was now forced to unload them all into a "complimentary" (not counting the ridiculous ticket prices) flimsy plastic bag under the curious eyes of a rather large security stooge.

She was not pleased.

"So if you're carrying tampons, or other items of a personal nature, you have to let everyone in the stadium check them out?  Nice."

The new policy seems to allow non-plastic bags only of this size:

This comes after they made lots of cash selling lots of branded stadium purpose bags and back packs like this one, that are now banned:

So now they're selling branded clear plastic bags in the stadium souvenir shops. No doubt next season, they'll say that the overpriced team jerseys they sold all those eager fans  have to be replaced by transparent jerseys.  That way we can check out everyone's tattoos!

That got us thinking about what other items one might have on hand.

We already know that because of the wanding that happens next in this security process, Slave could not wear his cage into the stadium.

But what if Mistress wanted him to slide into it once inside. We were sharing one of those elite stadium suites last night, with a private restroom.... I suppose Mistress could have brought the cage with her in her bag, and instructed me to slide into it once we arrived at the suite. But.... in her plastic bag, that would have raised a few eyebrows....

"Hmmmm..... what's that little steel cage you've got in your bag, Molly.....?"

Fortunately, that's not something Slave has to worry about much this season.

"I suspect this is the last time you're dragging me down here this season, Slave...."

No Mistress is not much of a football fan. She may need to recruit a new boyfriend to keep her company on Sunday afternoons this fall.