Bondage, Sex Photos, Perversion and More

I am a kinky person. I admit it. I don't flaunt it, but I don't hide in a corner when the subject is mentioned. This apparently unnerves some people, especially the Stepfords.

Last night we were invited to Graham's for a "games night" party. During these sort of parties quite a few of Bill's friends and their wives get together to play some sort of trivia game or cards. It's often just an excuse to sit around and talk with one another. Last night was no exception.

The cards were barely dealt when the snottiest of the Stepfords remarked, "Did you hear they sentenced that perverted artist to 30 years in prison?"

Dead silence. After our last party I suppose I should have expected nothing less.

Following what I assumed was my cue, I queried, "What exactly did this "perverted" artist do to deserve a 30 year prison sentence?"

"Well," she responded in a voice that was almost gleeful, "he's 60 and his girlfriend model was 19. The pervert was convicted of contributing to her death."

"Something perverted he did contributed to her death?" I asked, fully aware that no one else was about to say a word.

"Well I don't know. He gave her morphine and valium and that killed her. But when they searched his studio and his house they found all kinds of sex photos of her doing God knows what. There are all kinds of bondage photos." Obvious emphasis on the word 'bondage'. "He deserves to go to prison. The things he did contributed to her death and he tried to cover up his perverted activities with her."

"I can't speak to whether or not he was guilty of contributing to her death or if he got the sentence he deserved, but I have to ask what exactly was perverted about the photos he took?"

Once again a snotty reply. "I told you - sex photos and bondage photos. No telling what he was hiding. You never know what anyone is hiding." Nothing pointed about that remark, eh?

Before I could really stop myself, not that I wanted to, I replied as sweetly as possible, "Sex and bondage. Well you can't really blame him for hiding that. After all, not everyone has accepting friends like we all have here. I imagine he felt he couldn't share with people that he was a little kinky. Many people can't because they're often surrounded by puritanical, judgmental, I-can't-remember-the-last-time-I-had-sex people." Nothing like a 'if the shoe fits' remark to bring the conversation to a screeching halt.

Yes I know. Less than tactful but a lot more polite than I wanted to be. For quite some time now the Stepfords have given me grief because I'm Bill's nurse and therefore "the help". They've frozen me out during conversations at parties and frequently attempted to make me feel less of a person than them because I don't have the sort of money they do and because I actually work for a living. Ordinarily I would never put up with attitudes like this but Bill's my boss and these are the wives of his closest friends. Out of respect for him I've tried taking the tactfully assertive course - a course that has had almost no success. Tonight I suppose I'd had enough.

On the way home Bill laughed and said, "Well bossy little woman, you certainly sent your message loud and clear tonight."

Before last night he really didn't get much of a glimpse of their behavior. Since at parties they tend to separate - men in one area, women in another (how archaic is that?) - he's usually not around when the comments start. The few times he was aware I always persuaded him not to say anything. I didn't want him to lose friends over the ignorance of their wives. I usually just let their comments roll off my back.

Now that the situation is clear to him he's decided to take a stand. No more parties with the Stepfords. He will simply hang out with the guys and if that doesn't work, he says he will make the choice to let go of their friendships. I respect that he is willing and eager to take a stand for me. I don't need him to, but it's nice to know he wants to.

Isn't it sad that people can be so petty and narrow minded?

The Stepford Wives and the Evil Cowgirl

(A quick bit of background. Since I told my fella about the Evil Cowgirl he has developed a habit of saying "that's the Evil Cowgirl laugh" or "that's the Evil Cowgirl in you" whenever I do something sexually playful or mischievous. It's sort of his way of identifying that little wild and rebellious streak in me and giving it a name.)

Last Sunday we had a deck party and invited a couple of Bill's friends and their "Stepford Wife" wives. (A little more history - these women have always treat me like "the help" and have frequently said and done things to try and put me in my "place". I've avoided doing or saying anything too dramatic to them because Bill is my boss and these are his friends' wives.) We also invited a few friends that Bill and I have made since I have been living here and taking care of him. The Stepford Wives and their husbands are fairly wealthy, very prim and proper. Our mutual friends are middle income and really laid back. Quite the interesting mix I assure you.

Before everyone arrived I remembered the "dress for success" motto and donned a fairly low-cut cream colored blouse, short black skirt, and sexy undergarments that included silky red panties. That particular outfit always makes me feel sexy. I also pinned a bow of thin red ribbon bow to my blouse right in that valley between my breasts - a spot where I knew it would surely garner attention from someone.

Next I created a list and stuck it to the refrigerator with a magnet. My list said:

Duct tape
Clothespins
Cling Wrap
Rope

At the very top of the list I wrote the word "hogtie". I made sure to place the magnet where it would cover the word "hogtie" but if someone were extrememly nosy they would notice a word written there without quite being able to read it.

Soon they arrived and we were standing in the kitchen making certain that everyone had something to drink. One of the Stepford Wives noticed my ribbon (which admittedly did not coordinate well with my blouse) and commented in the snotty tone of voice, "That's a very... unusual... ribbon on your blouse. It doesn't appear to belong with your outfit. Is there some significance to it?"

Alright.. I admit I planned for that moment but I didn't really intend to go through with it. It just made me feel good to plan it out in my mind. Whenever I heard that snotty voice the Evil Cowgirl in me kicked into gear.

"Oh this? I pinned it there so I can remember later to add it to a package I'm sending to my boyfriend," I explained, my voice dripping with sweetness.

"That's an odd thing to send someone." If possible she was snottier still.

"Well," I explained, "It's for a reminder. You know.. like someone tying a string around their finger so they can remember something. I'm sending it to him to remind him that he belongs to me."

"Isn't that an awfully big ribbon for someone to tie around their finger?" she queried.

With a slow smile I remarked, "Well I never said it was going around his finger," then turned and walked out of the kitchen leaving everyone but her roaring with laughter.

Red ribbon - 49 cents
Cream color blouse - $40
The look on her face - priceless

Later on my friend Mary informed me that Stepfords had caught sight of my list on the refrigerator. One had motioned the other over with a "subtle" gesture and nodded towards the list. They stood there a moment and then apparently one of them shrugged her shoulder just enough to hit the magnet in what must have been an effort to move it enough to see the top word.

I can't tell you how hard I laughed. Nosy women. Hmmph. ;)

While all this was going on I was standing out on the deck talking to the fellows. Soon Bill went in the kitchen to get something for me and I stayed there keeping our gentlemen guests company.

While he was in the kitchen Stepford #1 remarked to Bill, "Oh Bill - you better be careful - you're girl is out on the deck with all the men." (By "girl" she didn't mean girlfriend. It was obvious she once again was relegating me to the position of "the help").

Mary tells me Bill sort of snorted and laughed at the same time while deliberately misconstruing her meaning. "My girl nothing! She's got some young buck down in (city where my boyfriend lives). I couldn't ever keep up with her - she has far too many men falling all over her as it is."

With that he left for the deck with #1 and #2 right on his heels. I'm wondering if they were worried I was going to seduce their husbands right then and there? (Laughing)

The next day their husbands called separately to speak with Bill. Each was trying to determine how serious I had been about all those things and "just how wild is she?" It would seem their wives and the other females in that circle were all dying to know. The men of course weren't the slightest bit curious themselves - no, not one bit (wink).

Bill, dear that he is, merely laughed and told them they were welcome to ask me because he wasn't about to discuss my sexuality with anyone. They sighed as neither apparently thought their wives would approve of them talking directly to me about this. (Picture me now with a sweet innocent puzzled smile. Can't imagine why they would feel that way.) The best part of it all is knowing they can't figure out if I was serious or not. Something about leaving them all confused with their nosy minds wondering really makes me smile.

Cocktails

This weekend Bill and I have been invited to a very chic cocktail party. Well, to be more accurate - Bill was invited. His male friends accept me as Bill's friend and equal and they treat me wonderfully. Many of their wives on the other hand seem to relish treating me as the servant. When the hostess phoned to invite him he responded that of course we would love to attend. After a few moments he set down the phone, laughing as he did. "You should have heard the dead silence when I informed her that 'we' would be there. For someone who can so easily wrap men around her little finger you certainly do have quite the number of women who are not as impressed".

I haven't ever really understood this. I can see his single female acquaintances feeling that way, after all many of them have an interest in being the next Mrs Bill and I'm sure they see that he and I are very close - far closer than an employer/employee. But... I cannot understand why some of the married women are just barely less than hostile towards me. I am polite, sweet (ok maybe I'm a bit opinionated when it comes to political discussions but not nearly as opinionated as most of their husbands.)

This isn't really a new phenomenon. I've always had very very few female friends and tons of male friends. I always attributed it to the fact that I trust men more than I do woman but I realized recently it's that I trust my ability to read men more than I do my ability to read women. I can almost always tell what a man is thinking and what he's after but women are harder to read - much harder. I feel sorry for you fellas, really, because I think it's somewhat true when you say you can never figure out what some women want ;)

At any rate, this weekend I'm determined to go to this party and focus on charming a few of these women. How hard can it be if I really try? (grins - famous last words, huh? I'll let you know what happens. If nothing else maybe their husbands will save me if they attack ;)