Monday, 17 December 2012

Pervert's Playground Party

I took my time. First of all I undressed and used my rose-scented, glittery body powder all over. Then I put on my black suspenders and stockings. I didn't expect to see any of the sparkles of the powder through my stockings, but I did, and it looked very nice.
Since it was cold out, I put on my sweater and jeans again, together with my ankle boots, got my bag and headed out.
I was 20 minutes early, and the venue, a bar, was closed. There were a couple of people outside, who'd been asked to leave the bar, because there was to be a private party for the rest of the night. Well, I knew that: it was why I was there. More and more people arrived, most in street wear, but some already in party dress.
So I stood there, waiting and talking, when a friend approached me. This is the gentleman I spoke about in other blogs. Time to give him a name: let's call him John.
Finally, finally, it was 10 o'clock and the doors opened. I had my ticket ready and was the first one in. There was a changing area, more or less separated from the rest of the room. I got in there and started to change, but it wasn't easy. My tulle and PVC mini skirt, which I hadn't really worn before, wouldn't zip up, so I needed a bit of help with that. Then it was time to take off my jeans and bra, and put on my corset. Now, I've been wearing this corset at home, making sure I can put it on all by myself, but I couldn't manage it now. It took me at least a dozen tries, before I was able to hook it up at the front. I started to lace it up at the back, getting it as tight as I could, and failed! Frustrations galore. Fortunately there was a very nice lady who was willing and able to do it for me. And she did a good job, I was laced up nice and tight, very tight. I was almost shocked at the end, when she put her hands inside my cups to arrange my breasts. I could see she was only doing it because she wanted it to look good, but is sure wasn't what I expected her to do.
Silly me had put my bags on the floor before getting changed, so I now had to pick them up while unable to bend, because of my corset. I managed it, but not easily.
I checked my bag and coat, but they didn't want to take my hat: the cloak room area was not equipped for that, so I put it on my head instead.
While I was walking around, I thought of Lillie and of Ian's thoughts if she walked around at a party dressed like me that night. Not that he'd ever allow something like that to happen, but I liked speculating about what he'd have to say about it.
When John saw me, I twirled for him, he liked my outfit very much.
The lower floor was a lounge area, with a bar in the front and way at the back, some tables and chairs, a dance floor and a podium. Then there were stairs going up, to the play are, called Speelbar, with plenty of speelbar monitors watching and where the safeword for the evening was "Safeword". Play to be confined to the play area, no wax or fire, no penetration or other sex, no blood, and of course: all play to be Safe, Sane and Consensual.
I was up there while there was a show on the podium. By bending over the railing, and ducking under the curtain hanging there, I had a good look at what was going on. While I was singing along with "Fever, when he kisses, Fever, when he holds me tight", I suddenly felt a pair of hands on my back, adjusting my corset. Since one of the rules of the night also was: no touching without permission, I wasn't surprised to see the hands belonged to John, about the only person there who is allowed to touch me without asking.
I mingled, chatted, looked at the show, had a couple of drinks, and started to feel my feet. Even though my boots were comfortable and not too high, they were still new, and with all the walking and standing I could really feel it. And because I was wearing my corset, making bending impossible, I could not sit down on an ordinary chair and still be able to breath. The only place I could sit was on a bar stool.
Smoking was another kind of fun: we had to go outside for that, where people were passing, so we had to confirm to the vanilla-friendly rule: not too much nudity or the like. Luckily my clothing wasn't considered extreme, so I didn't have to cover up before going outside. Well, most of me was covered, with my corset and stockings, even though my skirt had trouble covering my bum.
I never got to play, because when it got to be 1 am I was too tired, and my feet were too sore, to go on. My corset was pinching me, and the Saturday would be a long day with an early start, so I decided to go home.
Getting my things from the cloak room took some time, since they had trouble finding my bag. And I needed that bag, because my jeans were in there. By the time I could it, I just wanted to take off my corset and find my bed.
Loosening the strings felt so good, so wonderful, it was, as another lady told me, a bodygasm. I got changed and went home, walking all the way. It was about half an hour, their were no more busses, I knew the way and it had stopped raining, so it was fine, apart from the swearing from my feet: they were threatening to run away, without me.
By the time I got home it was after 2, I took off my boots real quick, cleaned my face and went to sleep.
Yes, it would have been fun to stay a bit longer, and it would have been even more fun to play, but I did have a great night.
Next morning I was up at 9, needing to leave home just after 10, for indeed a long day. My feet were still cursing me, but they've stopped now.

Friday, 14 December 2012

Getting ready for the party

Yes, tonight's the night: my first ever pervert party.

I'm not going to change before I get there: it's cold out (we already had snow last week), and I want to be warm as I roam the streets. No, at the moment I'm wearing jeans and a sweater, but with sexy black underwear underneath. Nothing like black lingerie to make a girl feel sexy.

But before I leave, I'll put on my suspenders and stockings, under my socks and jeans. And I have cute, new, low black boots, that look great under jeans, but also with the party outfit.

My bag is all packed, so when I arrive there I'll retire to the changing room. There I will put on my red and black corset, and my black mini skirt which is in tule and pvc. So it stands out wide, and is shiny. It doesn't really cover my booty, well it does as long as I remain standing and don't even try to walk. I'll need to take my bra off, because that doesn't work with the corset, but I'll keep my black string on.

Just in case it's hot in there, I'm also bringing my black fan.
I'm still debating whether or not I want to buy and wear some kind of mask. Hm, decisions, decisions.

Hopefully I'll have time this weekend to tell you all about the party.

Saturday, 8 December 2012

The Vengeance of Mrs. Claus

You can find this book at Blushing Books: The Vengeance of Mrs. Claus, and it's written by our own Ana.

In some countries, turning 21 means gaining the right to vote and drink alcoholic beverages. For Claire Labraun, the Christmas after her 21st birthday would be beyond her wildest imagination.
Minelle and Matthew Labraun believed in a traditional marriage. Matthew was head of their household, and Minelle was his helpmeet.
When it came to raising their headstrong 21-year-old daughter, however, they found themselves at a loss.
Minelle had always taught Claire to do the right thing for right's sake. Claire, however, had different ideas. 
She rebelled against their rules, flaunted authority, and connived to get things she wanted.
She had never been spanked in her life; Matthew and Minelle kept that adult privilege strictly between themselves. But this year, a visit from Santa plus Claire's newly adult status would change her idea of Christmas forever.

Have you read it yet? Do you love it? Don't forget to put your review on-line, as I have done. It'll only take a minute.

And for those who haven't read it yet: buy it now, read it, enjoy it, and then review it.

So: what did I think of it?

I couldn't wait for it, so I downloaded it as soon as I saw it was available. I should have been in bed already, but I needed to read it straight away.
Of course I've already been reading Ana's stories, so I was expecting much, and I wasn't disappointed. Apart from the sheer pleasure of finding so many familiar names in this book, it's just so, so funny! I laughed out loud at parts.
Beware of Mrs. Claus, everyone, she's an awesome woman and she'll spank the right kind of Christmas cheer in you, if you let her (and even if you won't).
Ana, thank you for this, I love, love, love it.

Wednesday, 5 December 2012

The Third Annual Great Online Cookie Exchange Extravaganza

Cinnamon rolls

Edited for my American friends: ounces, cups and inches added.

You need:
800g (28 oz) flour
40g (1.5 oz) fresh yeast (one package) or 7g (.25 oz) dried yeast
0.4 l (1.75 cup) lukewarm milk
80g (3 oz) sugar
140g (5 oz) softened butter
2 tsp cinnamon
For the filling:
200g (7 oz) softened butter
140g (5 oz) sugar
1 tblsp cinnamon
Egg wash:
1 egg, slightly beaten

Preheat the oven to 225 degrees Celsius (425 degrees Fahrenheit).
Pour the flour into a mixing bowl, make a hollow in the centre, break up the yeast (when using fresh)and add the yeast to the hollow. Add the milk to the yeast, do not mix with the flour, and leave to stand for 10 minutes. Add the other ingredients, knead well and leave it to rise for 20 minutes.

In the mean time, mix the ingredients for the filling into a paste.
Divide the dough into two equal parts, knead quickly, sprinkle flour onto your work area and roll out one portion of the dough into a rectangle of 30 by 70 cm (12 by 28 inch). Using half of the filling, spread it out over the rectangle, roll the dough up from the long side until you've got a roll of 70 cm (28 inches) long. Using a sharp knife, cut into 5 cm (2 inch) pieces, put those on a cookie sheet and press the centres with the handle of a knife (see pictures). Leave to rise for another 10 minutes, while preparing the other roll in the same fashion.
Brush beaten egg over the first portion of rolls and bake in the preheated oven for 15-20 minutes, until golden brown. Repeat for the second portion.

These rolls freeze well: just put them in freezer bags or boxes and pop them into the freezer. They taste best when (slightly) warm, the microwave is your friend.

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