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Mouse found on Mars!
Yes, I'm silly. You knew that.
So, about that harem party at s/mash. S/mash, for those of you who don't know, is the lesbian fetish club in Malmo (a city close to Lund, where I live), and it's run by some friends of mine. I've been there twice before: once we were only three people there and spent all night talking, the second time I was there on a drag king workshop followed by a party - I had fun but once again spent all night talking (I can't even flirt as a woman, I definitely can't do it as a man.)
This time, it was supposed to include a bit of role-playing. M was to dress up as a sultan and "punish" disobedient wives and slaves. The idea appealed to me, and after I went to the masquerade shop and bought a long black wig, I knew I was definitely going. :-)
A funny thing: before I went, I was at a meeting, and I mentioned the party to the people there, as well as the fact that I intended to "dress up sexy". One of the girls, who's a leftist-feminist-activist-everything "ist" you can think of, said "Are you really going to objectify yourself like that?" and I replied, "Yeah, that's the general idea."
Anyway. I got to the party, got redressed, and started talking to people. The Kama Sutra lay on a table, and I looked at the pictures along with a girl called C, whom I've met a couple of times before. We discussed the positions in the books - which ones looked nice, which ones looked uncomfortable, which body parts belonged to whom. M came up with a can of whipped cream and sprayed some on C's shoulder, asking me to lick it off.
Well, C is a very pretty girl, so I licked and tried to make it sexy, both for my own sake and for show. "You're good," M said. "I'll remember that."
And boy, did she ever. Next time C and I both got to lick cream off a girl called S (I introduced myself once I'd finished licking). That was nice too - again, very pretty girl. But I was already getting tired of the taste of whipped cream. After the "punishments" started for real, I had to do it twice more - a girl called A and I were sentenced to lick cream off each other's bosoms, and another girl who came late (and whose name I didn't catch) was sentenced to have her stomach licked by two "wives" of her choice. She picked me. Of course.
Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed it very much. They were all pretty, and I'm not exactly spoiled when it gets to licking pretty girls. Licking = yowsa. Whipped cream on a can, however = ick.
It was a great party all over. They'd even gotten a dancer girl - who didn't stay, unfortunately, because she was quite fantastic.
And of course, watching the punishments was fun too. The "crimes" were things like having bathed in the sultan's private pool, or two wives kissing without the sultan's permission - things like that, causing punishments that ranged from spanking to the cream stuff.
All the wives got to participate in the whippings/spankings, but nobody requested to have me beaten, so I finally suggested it myself. So the "hangman" and the "eunuck" whipped me for a while. I adored the sense of being tied up by two pretty girls so I couldn't even straighten my wig. As for the whipping itself, it didn't hurt much (I think they took it easy on me because I was new to it), but I found it more amusing than anything else. What I liked was that they kept looking at me and sizing me up, but I would have enjoyed it just as much if they had painted me or dressed me or did anything else that required them looking at me like that. I'm clearly an attention slut, not a pain slut.
What's interesting in retrospect, though, is that the party didn't feel the least bit "kinky" in a bad sense. It felt like a nice, sexy game between friends who may or may not know each other. I've rarely been that comfortable in a sexed up situation.
The only thing that made me a bit uneasy was a Danish couple who only participated very briefly before heading into a room to continue the fun on their own. They were in uniform/slut clothes, not harem clothing, and their punishment sequence was a lot more... I don't know, "professional" sounds wrong, but not so playful. So I was just as happy when they went off on their own, even though I can't quite see the point in paying to go to a party and then still just hanging with your partner.
Eventually, we ran out of scenarios and just sat around talking, massaging each other, feeding each other grapes, stuff like that. I was a bit cautious to touch people - it's great when you're told to, but when not, I get into the "oh, no, they probably wouldn't want me to" mood. Which of course means I give off a "noli me tangere" vibe and people don't touch me much either - evil circle. But we all talked a lot, and S and C seemed to hit it off really well - they were beautiful together.
One of the things I discovered were that people who hadn't met me didn't realize I was wearing a wig. One girl even asked, "Did you do something to your hair to make it shine like that?" Even if they assumed I dyed my hair - dude, that was a *huge* wig.
Another thing I discovered was that one of the girls had met me before at my cousin's wedding. That was a really interesting discovery, because I've always written off my cousins as family and old and thus totally boring, but apparently this particular cousin is a real party girl. "We were all so surprised that she married a buraeu manager who was also a total abstainer of alcohol and a filatelist." Huh. Well, they're divorced now.
I took the bus home along with C, and as we talked I found out she hadn't known S before that night. I got pretty jealous. Not specifically at the two of them, just that some people evidently can hit it off right away like that and I can't. *pout* Must deal with that. But there'll be more chances - the s/mash girls are talking about continuing this whole role playing party thing.
Yes, I'm silly. You knew that.
So, about that harem party at s/mash. S/mash, for those of you who don't know, is the lesbian fetish club in Malmo (a city close to Lund, where I live), and it's run by some friends of mine. I've been there twice before: once we were only three people there and spent all night talking, the second time I was there on a drag king workshop followed by a party - I had fun but once again spent all night talking (I can't even flirt as a woman, I definitely can't do it as a man.)
This time, it was supposed to include a bit of role-playing. M was to dress up as a sultan and "punish" disobedient wives and slaves. The idea appealed to me, and after I went to the masquerade shop and bought a long black wig, I knew I was definitely going. :-)
A funny thing: before I went, I was at a meeting, and I mentioned the party to the people there, as well as the fact that I intended to "dress up sexy". One of the girls, who's a leftist-feminist-activist-everything "ist" you can think of, said "Are you really going to objectify yourself like that?" and I replied, "Yeah, that's the general idea."
Anyway. I got to the party, got redressed, and started talking to people. The Kama Sutra lay on a table, and I looked at the pictures along with a girl called C, whom I've met a couple of times before. We discussed the positions in the books - which ones looked nice, which ones looked uncomfortable, which body parts belonged to whom. M came up with a can of whipped cream and sprayed some on C's shoulder, asking me to lick it off.
Well, C is a very pretty girl, so I licked and tried to make it sexy, both for my own sake and for show. "You're good," M said. "I'll remember that."
And boy, did she ever. Next time C and I both got to lick cream off a girl called S (I introduced myself once I'd finished licking). That was nice too - again, very pretty girl. But I was already getting tired of the taste of whipped cream. After the "punishments" started for real, I had to do it twice more - a girl called A and I were sentenced to lick cream off each other's bosoms, and another girl who came late (and whose name I didn't catch) was sentenced to have her stomach licked by two "wives" of her choice. She picked me. Of course.
Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed it very much. They were all pretty, and I'm not exactly spoiled when it gets to licking pretty girls. Licking = yowsa. Whipped cream on a can, however = ick.
It was a great party all over. They'd even gotten a dancer girl - who didn't stay, unfortunately, because she was quite fantastic.
And of course, watching the punishments was fun too. The "crimes" were things like having bathed in the sultan's private pool, or two wives kissing without the sultan's permission - things like that, causing punishments that ranged from spanking to the cream stuff.
All the wives got to participate in the whippings/spankings, but nobody requested to have me beaten, so I finally suggested it myself. So the "hangman" and the "eunuck" whipped me for a while. I adored the sense of being tied up by two pretty girls so I couldn't even straighten my wig. As for the whipping itself, it didn't hurt much (I think they took it easy on me because I was new to it), but I found it more amusing than anything else. What I liked was that they kept looking at me and sizing me up, but I would have enjoyed it just as much if they had painted me or dressed me or did anything else that required them looking at me like that. I'm clearly an attention slut, not a pain slut.
What's interesting in retrospect, though, is that the party didn't feel the least bit "kinky" in a bad sense. It felt like a nice, sexy game between friends who may or may not know each other. I've rarely been that comfortable in a sexed up situation.
The only thing that made me a bit uneasy was a Danish couple who only participated very briefly before heading into a room to continue the fun on their own. They were in uniform/slut clothes, not harem clothing, and their punishment sequence was a lot more... I don't know, "professional" sounds wrong, but not so playful. So I was just as happy when they went off on their own, even though I can't quite see the point in paying to go to a party and then still just hanging with your partner.
Eventually, we ran out of scenarios and just sat around talking, massaging each other, feeding each other grapes, stuff like that. I was a bit cautious to touch people - it's great when you're told to, but when not, I get into the "oh, no, they probably wouldn't want me to" mood. Which of course means I give off a "noli me tangere" vibe and people don't touch me much either - evil circle. But we all talked a lot, and S and C seemed to hit it off really well - they were beautiful together.
One of the things I discovered were that people who hadn't met me didn't realize I was wearing a wig. One girl even asked, "Did you do something to your hair to make it shine like that?" Even if they assumed I dyed my hair - dude, that was a *huge* wig.
Another thing I discovered was that one of the girls had met me before at my cousin's wedding. That was a really interesting discovery, because I've always written off my cousins as family and old and thus totally boring, but apparently this particular cousin is a real party girl. "We were all so surprised that she married a buraeu manager who was also a total abstainer of alcohol and a filatelist." Huh. Well, they're divorced now.
I took the bus home along with C, and as we talked I found out she hadn't known S before that night. I got pretty jealous. Not specifically at the two of them, just that some people evidently can hit it off right away like that and I can't. *pout* Must deal with that. But there'll be more chances - the s/mash girls are talking about continuing this whole role playing party thing.