June 7 2013

 

Yesterday Mastered wasn't able to work with me so he passed me off to my "Guest Master" (who will henceforth be known as "Guest Boss"). He tormented me very effectively throughout the day and kept me very focused on my role as cunt and pig-with a big focus on loss of privacy of thought which is probably one of the last bastions i have of "secrecy".(i think i will write more on that at a different time). This journal is about the last task he gave me for the day. He knew i would be going out last night so he ordered me to go braless to the bar and to icyhot my clit periodically throughout the night. WELL! that began a comedy of errors that i am still smiling about today.

First let me explain that it is not uncommon for me not to wear a bra. Until i turned 35 or so and picked up some weight i actually NEVER, and i mean never, wore a bra. So even though i do wear one now on a regular basis it is not really a natural or comfortable thing for me and the minute i get in the house i will take it off. If i am having company causally at the house i will not be wearing one and sometimes i just say fuck it and go out without one depending on my mood. When i do that, though, i generally am wearing something that doesn't make it blatantly obvious. But my bralessness is a common enough occurrence that my friends joke about how you can always tell how cold it is by looking at me. 

So it wasn't a super big deal to go out without one last night but in the spirit of things i chose a light colored, thin, clingy t-shirt to make it very evident that i was braless. This is what i looked like before i even left the house.

 

 

 

 

Now i also wasn't really worried about this because my middle of the week bar is small and dead and poorly lit, there is usually just me and my friend and, like, 4 other people there. Plus, of course, we know the bartenders. So just to recap: clingy light t-shirt, meeting a friend at a dead poorly lit bar. What could go wrong??????????????????

SO! i walked into the bar and was stunned to see about 30 people crammed into it- since we normally go out on Wednesdays i had totally forgotten that thursday is TRIVIA NIGHT! Seriously? Yes, seriously the bar was packed. BUT i steeled myself and thought "i am sure not everyone is noticing my insanely hard nipples poking into the super thin fabric, they are busy playing trivia" and with that thought in mind i walked into the bar to try to find a seat. Fortuitously there were just 2 empty stools left at the bar and i grabbed them, sat myself down and got comfy. Once i was settled i noticed that in this poorly lit bar there were some bright lights..for instance the recessed light that was shining DIRECTLY DOWN ON ME!!! Yes -how you are picturing it is exactly how it was: i was essentially IN A SPOT LIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!! and i am certain that because of the angle the light was not just illuminating me but was actually highlighting my tits specifically!!  At this point i was pretty much stunned into acceptance. Okay, i thought, my tits are clearly going to be seen and noticed by every single person in the bar- this not only included the ogling dudes but also the judge-y chicks as well- i justtried to embrace it. Then just as i was getting to a level of comfort with the situation and was chatting with the bartender the trivia host came up to the bartender and - i swear swear swear this is true- said "I AM BURNING UP, CAN YOU TURN UP THE AC"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i almost fell out of my chair. 

So again to recap: thin clingy tshirt, crowded bar, under spot light, AC cranking at 65. Yep that was my night. i am convinced there were forces conspiring against me!! With every added indignity it just got funnier and funnier. i ducked into the bathroom to take a pic of what i was dealing with:

 

 

 

 

But even though this task had become an absurd joke at my expense i did continue to stick with it and stay focused on looking and acting the way Guest Boss wanted me to: i specifically started talking to a table of guys there for trivia and made sure i did not cover up or disguise the fact that you could cut glass with my nipples. i am a pretty unselfconscious girl but i have to say that this was sooooooooo blatant it took a fair amount of will power to not cross my arms or hunch forward - but i didn't. And i think my efforts were appreciated- didn't pay for a drink all night, lol. And, no, i did not get used, so don't even ask-it was a school night people!

 

All in all i would have to say that the first, i guess, "official" order from Guest Boss probably was a huge success from his perspective.