A bit of a back story here, maybe I am making excuses, but I am about to tell you ONE of the reasons I am bad.
I am the youngest of three kids, the two oldest were boys, star athletes, etc, me the youngest, only girl, you get the picture. There have been many studies that point to the fact that depending on your birth place, character tendencies are more prevalent. It's been said that the "baby" of the family often tend to be class clowns, attention seekers, often have a little more "spunk" to be noticed/heard, etc. I guess I am no exception.
I have since I was little often said things for pure "shock" value. I happen to be a talker, I know, no surprise there, and often tend to go on and on, again, no surprise there either, lol. I would often interject things into conversation just to see if people were listening, and I still find myself doing that to this day. For example, I might be telling a story to someone and I might say something like, "I'm pregnant with twins", but then not pause, miss a beat or bat an eye, but then continue with my story as if I had not said a thing, lol. It really can be quite funny, especially when I am talking to a group of people and one person hears it and another doesn't., lol.
I have taken a liking to saying things in public when Doc and I are together for the simple fact of "shock" value. I love to embarrass him. No one in his life I don't think up until this point has either had the balls, or has been so open with comments. But, also, keep in mind he is a doctor, and has a reputation to uphold in his community, and up until meeting me, he hasn't really gone too far out of his community or been around total strangers for the person he's with to be able to say things that would embarrass him.
Sometimes for example when we stop at a hotel during our travels, when handed the room key I might just say, and in front of the desk person, or anyone else who is standing there at the time, "okay, not to chat and run, but I'm horny and I need to go tie up my studly hunk of man meat and screw his brains out." His face gets red, usually the hotel persons face gets red, and I smile and act like it's no big deal. Then usually say something else like, "well, I'm not going to lie about it, that is why we are at the hotel. Did you remember to pack the riding crop Sweetie?" Then with an even redder face, he laughs and says, "yes dear, I wouldn't forget something like that." Then we walk away and go to our room, hehehe. I'm guessing we have probably had more than a few hotel employees listening outside our door, lol. At the last hotel we just stayed at we had a choice of rooms and when the clerk asked us which room we wanted, my reply was, "well, I'm a screamer, and depending on how hard I ride him, he's a screamer too, so which ever room if furthest away from the other guests is probably the best choice." She laughed and he said, "she's not kidding." Hehehe. See, shock value, trust me, it's worth it.
Anyway, during this last trip I did something else for a bit of a shock value. Actually, my little "shock" comment was taken so well I found myself just blurting out way too much information. No matter what I said, I couldn't shake this waitress. She was beating me at my own game, a very rare find indeed.
We went to lunch at this little Mexican place he likes to eat at for this special dish they have. The waitress had a half sleeve of tattoos, which told me she could probably handle a little of Mashie's shock therapy. Now, I do have some class, I would never to anything too shocking on a young sweet looking kid who was almost too shy to ask you what you wanted to eat, lol. But I figured this one would be okay to mess with a bit.
She was probably between 25-28 respectfully, had multiple tattoos, and also bartended, so, she was a prime canidate. She was talkative and nice, not shy and was pretty open about other things such as being a bar tender, what her major was and couldn't find a job etc. So the nice lady ask us what we were doing there.
He spoke up and said that he was in town for a medical conference, he was from upstate, I in Ohio, and he just picks me up on his way through and we drive out the rest of the way. Then she started asking questions that I just seem to have to answer. She asked, "well if he lives all the way up there, (as she was from there a long time ago) and I live in Ohio, how did we meet?
And may the shock treatment begin my friends!
I replied, we met on the internet. He said, yes, we just celebrated our 4th anniversary last week. Then the waitress says, On the internet, how, like E harmony or something? And I said, no, in a web sit for medical professionals. (Honest, I was trying to stop it there, but she kept asking questions, and she wasn't faltering, so the game had to continue). She looked puzzled a bit and asked what we talk about on that site.
He leaned back in his chair waiting for only God knows what might come out of my mouth at this point since I had just been given an open ended ticked to blurt out shock material never been brought forth before. I arrose to the occasion as to not dissapoint.
So, I looked at him, a bit stone faced, not knowing what to expect, looked at her all smiles and hanging on my every word and I said, "well see, it's a medical fetish web site. It's where people get together who have a medical fetish, whether that entails enemas, shots, rectal temp taking, complete physicals etc. We both happen to be medical professionals who also happened to have the exact same kinks, we also are both complete and total switches, we are the perfect match for each other. So she started asking a few more detailed questions like catheter play, needles in naughty bits etc. And by what she said, she clearly understood what the difference between kink was and can be, and the differences between BDSM and all that that entails as well. Mean while she was managing to tell me that despite her half sleeve of tattoos and her very vanilly boyfriend, they both are very vanilla. Really? I must have been born yesterday or something?
So I went on to explain to her that we are not into hanging each other up from hooks yet, but we did have our adventure with needles in naughty bits and a few of our other kinky enjoyments. Still, she didn't falter. Then she asked us about a special "kink" party that happens out there in that area, open to the public, lots of venders, lots to learn, very interesting, encouraging us to check it out if we are out there at some pont. The then next thing out of her mouth was writtn on a piece of paper with the work "short bus". She said its a movie about kink and BDSM that she thinks we would enjoy it. I found her conversation intriuging to say the least seeing as how she started out telling us how vanilla she and her boyfriend are, but loved the movie Short Bus. I think there was a lot she wasn't tell us.
But by the end of our lunch, she pretty much knew about the gist of our story, what iit is, our rules and boundaries as they are being set forth in their current state, all the mean while, not at all batting an eye. It was the first time I, and I take full credit for blurting out the bulk of the basic truth that is now our current hell we are dealing with on a daily basis. She took the information like a true trooper. I tipped her very well by the way. She had a great time listening to us and our story "of us". I am sure she won't soon forget us, and neither will any of the other people I have managed to provide some "shock" therapy along the way over the last 4 years or so, lol.
My thoughts are, in whatever situation, the chances of us meeding again face to face are slim to one, so why not say things for some shock value. It makes me laugh, makes him blush, then makes me laugh again. I have also noticed that talking with hotel staff in this manner usually give us better rates, or a better room, or better food, so in the end, whether it's the end of our stay there, or the end my riding crop makes contact with later up in the room, it's a good time had by all It least I see it that way, lol,
Sometimes the things I say are not quite so crass, but still funny because he never knows when I am going to say them. He might be bent over tying his shoe in the mall and I might rear my head back and spank him real hard on his tush. That's usually enough to get most people attention, but what follows it is priceless. He might ask something like, "what was that for?" And my reply might be something like, "because I wanted to.
Some of the reactions from the onlookers, which also have multiple reactions. Some will pipe up and other men will say something along the lines of two different things, "you need to keep your woman in line:, or "you lucky man you. You had better keep your ass i line before you find your self naked and over her lap for real." To which he might replay, "I know, I'm quite looking forward to something along those lines actually. My body is hers to do with as she pleases, wink wink, nudge nudge.. And I will too, lol.
So, maybe this time I over stepped a tad by telling this waitress more than I have ever shared with anyone up in the pure public. It felt nice, comforting, and in may ways quiet freeing. I think he's getting used to my little attention seeking shock value tactics. I might have to step them up a knotch. Because I really enjoy all in good fun, making his face slightly red.
But bottom line is, I bad, and I know it, he know's it too and thus far hasn't had a problem with it. So, we will see. Until then, may the fun and slight embarrassment continue, lol.
Mashie.