rudyblatz
02-21-2005, 01:17 PM
I had a cross-dressing pen pal for just a few exchanges (before I scared him off, but that is another story). He taught me “the Game of the Two Keys”.
When he traveled alone and when checking into his hotel, he always requested two keys. (This game works perfectly well with cardkeys.)
He left one key in the rent car.
When he had down time on his trip, the Game of the Two Keys began. The opening round of the Game of the Two Keys is the choice of attire. The game involves forced public humiliation. So, the choice of attire triggers that delicious anxiety of anticipated risk … as the player choses his attire and dresses.
My pal would dress in something distinctly feminine. In the game he described, he dressed for a jog. He wore white running shoes, anklet socks. His legs were shaven. (I want to remember he wore pantyhose. But, I think my memory is having its way with me.) He donned what we used to call “Dolphin shorts”, women’s shorts … perhaps nylon … loose and flouncy with slits up the side. Panties underneath. A woman’s tee shirt (I’m visualizing pink, or some obviously feminine hue and trim).
So, he looked plausibly masculine. But, no escaping it. Feminine.
Round two of the Game of the Two Keys then begins.
He steps into the hallway, lets his door swing shut behind him … locking itself … and my cross-dressing friend out in the hallway … with his second key left inside the door and on his hotel room dresser.
Game on. His has no choice but to find his way through the hallway, to the elevator lobby, into the elevator, a descent stopping at other floors, through the hotel lobby, to the parking lot and the rent car … to collect his room key.
A fine game, played solo, of forced public humiliation.
I would ratchet up the public humiliation in this game. I would hide the key in a public place. A planter in a bar? At a mall, under a mat in a men’s department changing room? Anything that takes forced public humiliation to a slightly higher level.
An extra benefit of the Game of the Two Keys (this Hidden Key Variation) is the tingly fear rising through one's insides that the hidden key may have been discovered and removed. The risk ... which builds tingly anxiety from the time the key is hidden until recovered ... is that the player would be subjected to the humiliation of standing at the hotel registration desk telling some embarrassing story and pleading for a THIRD room key.
When he traveled alone and when checking into his hotel, he always requested two keys. (This game works perfectly well with cardkeys.)
He left one key in the rent car.
When he had down time on his trip, the Game of the Two Keys began. The opening round of the Game of the Two Keys is the choice of attire. The game involves forced public humiliation. So, the choice of attire triggers that delicious anxiety of anticipated risk … as the player choses his attire and dresses.
My pal would dress in something distinctly feminine. In the game he described, he dressed for a jog. He wore white running shoes, anklet socks. His legs were shaven. (I want to remember he wore pantyhose. But, I think my memory is having its way with me.) He donned what we used to call “Dolphin shorts”, women’s shorts … perhaps nylon … loose and flouncy with slits up the side. Panties underneath. A woman’s tee shirt (I’m visualizing pink, or some obviously feminine hue and trim).
So, he looked plausibly masculine. But, no escaping it. Feminine.
Round two of the Game of the Two Keys then begins.
He steps into the hallway, lets his door swing shut behind him … locking itself … and my cross-dressing friend out in the hallway … with his second key left inside the door and on his hotel room dresser.
Game on. His has no choice but to find his way through the hallway, to the elevator lobby, into the elevator, a descent stopping at other floors, through the hotel lobby, to the parking lot and the rent car … to collect his room key.
A fine game, played solo, of forced public humiliation.
I would ratchet up the public humiliation in this game. I would hide the key in a public place. A planter in a bar? At a mall, under a mat in a men’s department changing room? Anything that takes forced public humiliation to a slightly higher level.
An extra benefit of the Game of the Two Keys (this Hidden Key Variation) is the tingly fear rising through one's insides that the hidden key may have been discovered and removed. The risk ... which builds tingly anxiety from the time the key is hidden until recovered ... is that the player would be subjected to the humiliation of standing at the hotel registration desk telling some embarrassing story and pleading for a THIRD room key.