One evening before going to the BDSM club, the boyfriend told us he would like to have Cherish with him for that evening, and indicated that I should grab her scarf to wear. Cherish has shown a fascination for the arabian headgear, such as niqab and burqa, and for Christmas he gave her a silver scarf to wrap her face/head with. So she put it on at the house, struggling with it to get it fastened correctly, and of course she stayed out for the next several hours. She went with the boyfriend to the club, and followed him around meekly. The scarf over her face seemed to serve as a good visual cue to everyone that we were not our usual self; everyone either ignored her completely, or asked her Master if they might hug her and then left us alone. It's intriguing how a scarf obscuring the face really changes someone's behavior toward us.
This weekend, another event came up; someone held a High Protocol Dinner event where the submissives would serve the dominants. This seemed like the perfect opportunity for Cherish to be out with lots of rules guiding her how to behave. She dressed and did makeup and jewelry - no scarf this time, unfortunately. But even a dress and heels and jewelry and makeup are practically a costume for me - very unusual for me. And the rules of the evening dictated a series of behaviors that generally boil down to being quiet and obedient - which suits Cherish just fine. So she went to the dinner with her Master, and took care of his needs. A couple of times she was directed to speak with or hug someone, but each time it included speaking with him first for permission, so she was able to both assure herself that he wanted her to do so, and prepare herself for it. And because her job for the evening was simply to serve her Master, it was actually quite easy for her. She served him, and experimented with eating for herself. It was a very successful evening. And several people told me later how much they appreciated meeting her and seeing 'me' so nicely behaved.
The next big event for Cherish that I'm expecting? A friend of ours has an authentic burqa, and has said we may borrow it some evening. He warns that when his girl wore it, she complained of being completely invisible. She could barely get to the club's fridge or through a door due to people pushing past her like she was not there at all. Of course, Cherish is looking forward to it.
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