Maybe he's right there.Maybe he's right there. I think I would like to do this on special occasions rather than continuously. But I don't want to stop just quite yet. The month has been delicious. Still, I think if both agree, it ought to be alright. He just won't agree, so I guess we won't go on. -*- J told me to prepare a special meal for Tuesday night. And to take special care in preparing myself. He wanted to be surprised. I must have a pretty poor imagination, because the only thing I could think of to do was to try out the harem costume I had made. I am almost ashamed of it now. When I decided to make it, it seemed so appropriate to what we were doing, but it seems like such a juvenile fantasy by comparison with the things we did subsequently that it was a cliche before I had a chance to try it out. But I went through with it, so I'll put it down here. I think that the only two ideas I have contributed--the harem dance and the raggedy-anne eye makeup--were imaginative failures on my part. J rescued the makeup idea and made it interesting by taking charge; he is too kind to say so, but even I find my ideas mundane by comparison with what J has done. I take that back. Suppressing my own gag reflex with an anesthetic was a stroke of genius. It was also the product of a twisted mind, but genius nonetheless. And the forest goddess--that was my idea too. Maybe I'm not so dull witted. Anyway, I would rather be the one that is entertained, rather than vice versa. I intended to treat J like a king that night. I cooked food that I could feed him by hand, a morsel at a time, and I dressed the part of a harem girl. To go with the outfit I had made, I had bought a cheap Indian silver belt that kind of drooped down in a kind of decorative v-shaped chain mesh loincloth, and a necklace of the same mesh. I had wrist and ankle bangles and rings on my toes and fingers and a (fake) ring in my nose. I was looking pretty dark and persian by then anyway, thanks to the tanning lotion. My makeup was perfect and elaborate: slanting persian eyes, rouged nipples, a jewelled navel, a beauty spot, a veil, obscenely long, fake nails, a black wig like a huge wild mane, jewel hanging in the middle of my forehead, sandalwood perfume, da woiks. |