BACK TO VANNA's HOMEPAGE
june-august 2004
You have cajoled me into
doing a dare - me, your good friend, but indeed me, the well-respected Mrs. V!
When did I Iast do one? Perhaps during 'A day to Remember'?
But that was not a dare! That was a profound affair, a quest for what I was and
was not about. I cannot remember what I was about, at the moment. A submissive?
Don't make me smile. Don't feel like one. Indeed this time it is a frivolous
affair for you, my friend. And I am quite looking forward to it. Spice to my
wholesome, bland menu. Not that there is no trepidation. There would be, as my
erotic excursions few and far, very far between.
There I go!
The skirt I have selected is
mid-thigh. I cannot do any better than that, at my age. I may be exposing
myself to a degree, but I remain vain and do not want to look ridiculous. It is
a wrap-around skirt though, with an overlap of about one foot at the front and
made of sea-green linen. I will wear a hard blue, shiny silk top, with long
sleeves and wide, round collar, becoming to a lady, but 'attractive' (a lady's
language; sexy, others might say.) Blue medium heels to match. I will wear a
bra, as I would normally, and you, my friend, have not forbidden this.
And my friend, you should
know that I have worn chains with little weights to excite me before. Haven't I
described this in one of my stories? The chain I
have used and will use is of chromed steel. The type is intended for hanging up
paintings and is fairly heavy for a small chain. I interpret your instructions
such that I will wear a chain around my waist and attach a second chain to the
front above my vagina. This one I will guide between my legs to my back, where
I will attach it to the first chain again. Hope that is alright. In an
arrangement like this I thought the chain would swing the most freely under my
skirt. I will pick you up on your extra credit #1see note
below and have it hang an inch
below the hemline of my skirt. At the low point, I attach a little clip-on ruby
earring for weight and decoration. Several inches above, at the front and at
the elevation of my clitoris, I attach the other ruby earring for direct
stimulation. Up to you whether I get extra credits for these adornments.
I have just shaven and
removed all hairs between my legs. I do this off and on, but have not for a few
months. I know you like the bare style and so do I. It is not so much laziness
that made me suspend the habit. Rather it is a protest against shaved vaginas
being a trifle too common these days from what I can tell. But for you, my
dear, I gladly revert to old sins. I take a bath, rub the area with baby oil
and shave the area as bare as a newly born's, apply aloe vera lotion to sooth the
mild protest my skin calls forth. I inspect my 47-year old sex in a hand mirror
and declare the job well done.
Undressed still, I apply the
chain arrangement and test it by parading in front of the mirror. I make minor
adjustments to the position of the earring at my clit. The movement of this
little weight is tantalising... divinely gentle... The other one hits my
thighs. The two are not in unison, but in fact have completely independent
motions and jerk at each other. Can I keep a straight face wearing this?
I complete my dress and am
ready to go. Naturally, no panties, Sir!
My destination is not my own
town. I go to Amsterdam instead, which I am sure features as the capital of sin
in your book, my dear, the nice kind of sin hopefully. I like it because it is
a city, yes, with a multicultural inhabitance and all the city comforts, but it
is really the largest village of the world. The two hour walk you dictated
happens fairly uneventfully, streets, shops and an art gallery or two. Who
would recognise my continuous smile as one fraught with stimulation? Myself,
however, I surely felt the divine ruby striking me.
I hope I look knowing and
happy, not ridiculous, like a woman who is desperate for kicks. I am not
desperate for kicks, I think. But have I not confessed I am a masturbation slut
(As Nature Intended...?) and that 'Vanna Vechian' is
about breaking back into 'wild behaviour' , out of the conventional marriage I
have? Perhaps. But desperate? No, I stand on two legs, as in: two lives.
My uneventful walk then.
Have there been careful observers that would have seen my chain? I had a short
coat with me, but the weather just allowed not wearing it and allow me to carry
it folded over an arm. Maximum visibility! But then I think I have not rocked
my hips excessively to accentuate the chain motion.
I cannot exclude it has been
seen. People look. The biggest chance would have been in the two art galleries.
The owner or attendant, a man in the one case, a woman in the other, must have
seen it. They will have discretely observed me when I had my back towards them.
The chain and ruby would have been inevitable. Brrr... I exchanged a few words
with either of them after arriving and before I went. They were discrete. Bless
them, and me!
Still I did feel a bit
unfulfilled at the end of the two hours. What if it had not been seen?
I had to show it to someone
for me and, my friend, for my credit #2. Then I thought of the nearby red-light
district. Onwards! When there, I found it quite empty. Under the circumstances
I found it hazardous to exhibit myself to the few customers there. They could
well follow me, if not bother me. So I turned to a window in an empty side
street and presented myself to the prostitute there. She was not young -
mid-thirties, not especially attractive - weight above average, but she
appeared friendly, had groomed herself well and was clad in fine white
lingerie, which radiated in the customary black-light. I was wearing sunglasses
and lifted them for a moment in order to connect with her. She smiled.
Sunglasses back down, I lifted my skirt and revealed my chain and the rubies
for half a minute or so. She was not taken aback, merely looked on with
interest and then looked me appreciatively in the eye after I dropped my skirt
again. I simply gave her a wave and left, a trifle embarrassed and indeed
excited.
The weather was very much
so-so, only intermittent sunshine, but there were outdoor terraces open. A chance
to collect my credit #3. The first one I saw had aluminium chairs. A few tables
were occupied. I sat down somewhere, quickly spreading my skirt a bit so that I
would sit on my bare ass. The chain and the suspended earring made a distinct
clanking sound, only a split second before I gasped when contacting the awfully
cold seat. My friend! I looked around surreptitiously and saw only one person,
a young man, looking back at me. Actually, I think he only looked up when I
looked at him and he might not have been aware of either clank or gasp, but who
knows! I am afraid that the chain arrangement I had devised did not allow me to
display it on the seat between my legs. Instead I simply sat on the chain, had
only a coffee and left.
A gentle dare, you said? I
have underplayed the trepidation I felt, especially before revealing myself to
the prostitute and in the galleries, but also at times during the walk. In
life, I pretend to be a respectable lady of the world. I felt less than respectable
today, but very nicely tickled.
Note
My friend wrote:
“Variations for extra credit!!!!
1. Wear a short skirt such that
the chain hangs a trifle below the hem-line -- it must be obvious to a careful
observer.
2. Give someone a purposeful
flash. Not accidental.
3. Sit at a bar or restaurant
and hike your skirt to reveal the chain between your legs. Sit so that your bare bottom is touching the
chair or stool.
This is a "gentle" dare isn't it????”
Copyright by Vanna Vechian & Erica Chappuis, 2004. Reproduction allowed only for personal use.