The Mr. spent the better part of last week creating a
digital Truth or Dare game for a party we initially waffled on going to. He
slowly talked the organizer into more clearly defining the rules until it was
tamed down to something more our speed. At first the impression we had was,
“This sounds fun, but it also sounds like a road straight into orgy-ville.” The
rules initially stated something like, “you will be harassed if you pass on a dare.” By the
time the final draft came out, rules included “Play to your own comfort” and
“No nudity unless it‘s part of a dare."
We drove down to the hotel early and assisted in
re-arranging the hotel suite and then finished cutting and numbering the cards.
The Mr. was hungry, and ended up taking a pre-dinner trip to a cafe downstairs
for a sandwich, then another trip to the grocery store across the street for
beer and napkins. The Sub and I chatted about how The Mr. and I met, how long
she and The Dom had been seeing each other, and how that works for them. It was
her remark to me that he had “told her” to wear a new latex dress, despite the
obvious impracticality of that kind of clothing in the setting. She said, “I do
what I’m told.” The thing was that after dinner, The Dom also changed clothes.
He remarked, as he laced up his boots, that if The Sub was going to wear that
dress, that he agreed to be in uniform and choose his volunteer fire fighter
uniform for comfort. There was a compromise on his part which makes the power
play seem a lot more balanced than one might imagine in a true D/S
relationship.
After The Dom woke up from his nap, the four of us went
downstairs to the hotel restaurant for dinner. Our restaurant mojo with the D/S
couple continues to revolve around the service. The waiter was one of the worst
we’d ever seen. The Dom ordered a beer and the waiter asked if he wanted it
with his meal, as he had also just poured a cup of coffee. The Dom said yes,
and not 1 minute later the waiter was placing his beer on the table. When the
food did arrive, the waiter went to hand us our food and he got every single
person’s order mixed up, except mine. I only got my plate placed directly in
front of me because it was not on the tray with everyone else’s dinner.
Once back upstairs, The Sub set out cold cut platters, fresh
fruit and her ‘famous’ bacon wrapped dates. We sat around chatting and trying
to come up with more dares for the list. At a few minutes past 8pm, the first
guest arrived. He was an older Cuban guy with a set of maintenance man keys on
his waist that smelled like smoke. The smell was so strong that I ducked out of
the living room of the suite to assist the Sub in wiping the baby powder from
the outside of her latex dress. The next guest to arrive also smelled really
strong, only it was cologne that overwhelmed the room when he walked in. He
attempted to sit down beside me on the couch, but when he got up for a drink I
all but pulled The Dom down onto the couch beside me. I was a little worried that
I would spend the night buried in the corner of the couch avoiding eye contact
with creepy guys, but eventually a little conversation sprung out of the
awkward silence of waiting for the remaining guests and I discovered the
awesomeness that is s’mores flavored vodka on the rocks. Yum!
By the time everyone had arrived, the guests included a
fabulous BBW in a retro-style polka dot dress with her petite friend in leopard
print leggings, the deaf guy and his very talkative girlfriend who we met at a
previous discussion group, a plain-faced girl in gym clothes who we later realized
was the chick BF1 had been attempting to flirt with at a barbeque earlier this
month, and a gorgeous black woman that was new to the group who impressed me
not only with her fabulous heels and matching lingerie, but with the confidence
she had as a single woman to show up alone to this sort of event and
immediately get into the game.
The dares varied from silly things like singing the hokey
pokey or doing the robot with bonus points for doing it in your underwear to
three-way kissed (the Creepy Cuban got that one and nobody volunteered to assist) and the underwear clad push-ups over a participant who was also in
their underwear (The Mr. and the Sub took part in that dare.) The talkative
chick was stripped down to her underwear several times over the night, and the
BBW in the dress bared her lacy-panty clad ass for several dares. The two
of them were of comparable size and switched clothes in front of the group for one dare despite the BBW's lack of a bra.
The BBW's energy, confidence and presence really made an impression.
In the past I’ve had a tough time understanding the appeal of women of size in
that extreme, but she really was the sexiest chick in the room in a lot of
ways. The Creepy Cuban was the only person that provoked the cricket chirping
when a volunteer was needed for a dare. Most everyone else had the whole room
to choose from for even the racier dares.
My presence did not go unnoticed, and I also stripped down
to my underwear for a few dares. The petite chick in leopard print was sitting
beside me when I took my pants off and she was enamored by my ass. She made
several comments about how fantastic it was and, that she couldn’t take her
eyes off it. The Mr. said that she had a look on her face that said if
permission had been given she would have reached out and touched it in a
second.
In standard chick fashion we had all oohed and ahhed over the BBW’s dress
and talked about each others bras and where to find cute clothes for
fuller-bodied women. I was not the smallest chick in the room but I was not the
largest by any stretch. It was a really balanced group full of varied body types
that were all sexy and attractive in their own ways. Even Cologne boy wasn’t
unappealing and partnered with me on a couple more tame dares.
At the end of the night prizes were awarded to the top three
players then The Dom gave the, “You don’t have to go home but you can’t stay
here” closing.
I had one last “stupid human trick” I was eager to show off and
ended up showing everyone except for Cologne Boy, the gorgeous black woman and
Creepy Cuban. As kids, I think most everyone discovered that holding a
flashlight to your hand makes it see through and glowy. We recently learned
that the same thing happens when you hold a flashlight under a boob. Fun stuff!
After everyone else had cleared out, we were left chatting
with the D/S couple. They had extended the invitation to stay over but I gave
my traffic light euphemism and said I didn’t want to cause a car wreck. The Sub
has been very clear in the fact that she’s got a crush on The Mr. One of the
“truth” questions were, “Who in this room would you like to go on a date with?”
Her reply was that “with permission” it would be The Mr. Her clear interest
combined with her explicit respect for our boundaries makes me like her more
and more every time we hang out. One of her “truth” answers surprised me a
little and we talked about that a bit as well. She shared that she has “not
yet” down on another chick. We talked about our previous experiences in
threesomes and all varieties of the theme. It surprised me that my experiences
were more varied than the D/S pair given both her age and his level of
lifestyle.
The Dom continues to express interest in me, but still
doesn’t approach me or even really flirt with me in person. His reassuring pat
on my knee early in the night when I used him to shield me from Cologne boy and
the kiss that was attempted as part of a dare was more contact than we’ve had
before, barring hello and good bye hugs. His lack of confidence and presence
really take down the cool points and any interest I have had in pursuing play
with him. I know that if I had approached him and paused long enough to lay out
some boundaries, the four of us could have had some euphemistic pretzels. I was
just too tired to be the instigator, and the over-all energy would have made it
a distinct and possibly awkward maneuver for me to get up and initiate play.
Instead, we left around 1:30am with hugs from The Dom and kisses from The Sub.
