This is a true story I am about to tell ya'll.
I was working at a haunted house in the fall of 2008, and there were lots of skinny, emo and gothic ladies working there too.
Anyhow, for some reason, for years now, (and believe me I take full advantage of this)........but women....*tiny* women at that....5'1-5'4. 90-115 pounds.....LOVE to play fight with me. I don't know if it's immaturity....probably is very likely, and it could also be because I'm so tall and big (6'4, 260), and they know I won't hurt them no matter what they do, so they love to take advantage and beat me up. It's like I am a big toy they get to wrestle and beat up, and I love it. ( But don't tell them.
)
I digress.
In any event, in the haunted house, I was hanging with three emo ladies who were my co-workers. All skinny and hot. Two were 19-years-old. The other was 20. And I was 25.
So one of the 19-year old's was dressed as a hot Halloween zombie nurse or something. (So were the other ladies.) She started play fighting with me. I playfully fell down on the ground, and then she started playfully kicking me in the ribs as her two girlfriends gleefully watched. I proceeded to get on my knees, and pleaded to this young woman to please not hurt me, and I begged her for her mercy, and offered to kiss her boots.
She looked hesitant at first, then she looked briefly at her two girlfriends and I could see one of them...the 20-year-old....well, her face had a smile that looked very casual as she watched her friend, like she was watching a slightly funny scene on TV. The other I knew was smiling cause I heard her quietly giggle. I could sense she had a big smile on her face as she eagerly awaited her friend's response. This young woman who looked to her friends for advice quickly realized she wasn't going to get it.
The young woman walked closer to me, and slowly and awkwardly stuck her leg and boot out in front of me, and she looked uncomfortable at first, but her facial expression quickly changed to the type of smile a young woman working at Burger King has as she hands you your fries. I closed my eyes, held her boots in my hands, and slowly kissed her boot. She smiled, but it was a smile of relief on her face, and her face then had a curious and strange smile on it as she looked down at me,
The 20-something year old woman next to her laughed as I kissed her friend's boot, and then she walked over, stood next to her friend, looked down at me, and stuck her boot out with this expression on her face -
So I closed my eyes, held her foot for her, and kissed her boots too, and I could hear the other young woman behind me giggling as I did it. Only this time she was giggling louder. I knew she'd be expecting her boot to be kissed too, so I turned around, and she had her boot in my face. I looked up, and she had an "evil" face, but I could tell she was trying not to start laughing. She was trying to look serious and scary, and she stuck her boot out for me to kiss, so I held her boot, closed my eyes, and kissed her boot.
I could tell/sense the first woman who's boot I kissed seemed disturbed by it, and probably regretted that she was picked by me to be "The Queen Bee". i.e. The first one to get her boot kiss. My error was - I *picked* the Queen Bee, and that was stupid. You're suppose to *know* who the Queen Bee is, and I usually try to make sure I kiss the Queen Bee's boot/shoe/high heel/foot first cause it makes her followers, especially the more shy ones, feel at ease.
You see, we humans are animals too, and we have heards like animals when with a group, and we have a leader we look to, to be incharge and handle everything. Well, I've been doing this bowing/foot-kissing stuff since grade school, and for the most part, I do it one-on-one with a woman, but every now and then, I do it with entire groups of ladies.
When doing this bowing/boot stuff with groups of ladies, I *always* make sure I offer to bow down and/or kiss the shoes (or make them think the bowing stuff is their idea).....to the Queen Bee. Always, always, always, always to the Queen Bee. I sometimes make mistakes like I did in the Haunted House, and I was just lucky I didn't screw it up, cause the first woman's reaction can usually set the stage for how the whole theme of the event is going to play out. Cause in my experience, when doing it to a worker bee first, it confuses and embarrass's her. Most of them know how to cover it up, but I can sense their discomfort.
When I do it to the Queen Bee first, *everyone* has more fun. Cause the Queen Bee laughs, which makes the other ladies laugh, and the Queen Bee quickly encourages her followers to come up and get their turn, and since the worker bees worship the Queen Bee, what she enjoys, they enjoy. No questions asked.
What the Queen Bee decides is cool, is cool. You've seen "Mean Girls", right? And if the Queen Bee decides a guy bowing down before them and kissing their shoes is funny, then it is, no questions asked. You don't question the Queen Bee unless you're ready to have no friends.
This episode at the haunted house was on the fly. The first young woman was clearly NOT the Queen Bee, and I should have known better, but despite her timidness, she handled it like a pro, and only an expert like me would have even noticed her timidness, and it was just luck that her timidness did not affect the group, or anger the Queen Bee.
The thing about the Queen Bee is - She protects her followers from outsiders. That's why she is the Queen Bee, and if an outsider (especially a male) offends one of her followers, there's SERIOUS hell to pay. But because this one woman handled herself well, it didn't anger the Queen Bee, which meant I didn't get in trouble.
Honestly, the first young woman was having trouble at first deciding if me kissing her boot was funny or creepy, and when the offer from me to kiss her boots came up, she clearly gave in to peer pressure. It's like she was hoping her friends would back her up somehow, or answer for her, or tell her what she should do, which is why she looked at them first when I offered to kiss her boots, and I suspect because the women (mainly the Queen Bee) just smiled at her, she took that as a sign that clearly told her to accept the offer, so she went for it.
Who was the Queen Bee? The 20-year old. I knew right away that her *offering* her boot to me after kissing the other lady's boots is what eased the tension, and probably caused the young lady behind me to join in. See, I asked the first woman if I could kiss her boots, when it's usually better to *get* a woman to offer her boot to you, so that way she feels more in charge. This lady offering her boot to me told me right away she was the Queen Bee, among other reasons.
Again, the young lady behind me quietly giggled in a slightly shocked tone at first when I offered to kiss the other one's boot, so she was not sure how to react either, and she said and did nothing as I kissed her girlfriend's boot, but when I kissed the 20-year old woman's boots, she giggled LOUDLY and practically kicked me in the face to make sure I saw her boot to give it a kiss. See, the Queen Bee said it was okay, so it was okay.
Right away, I knew I made a mistake as I kissed the worker bee's boots first, and knew the older woman was obviously the Queen Bee because she was older, and usually the Queen Bee is typically the older one in the group. The first lady would have enjoyed me kissing her boot A LOT more IF I kissed the 20-year old's boots first. And she seemed to relax right away as soon as she watched me kissed the Queen Bee's boot, and the other lady's boot, and was smiling more, and enjoying the whole experience a lot more, and laughing more, and got a kick out of seeing some big and older guy shame himself and literally bow down before feminism.
I love studying human nature.
I think the reason why I thought that other woman was the Queen Bee was because she was the one kicking my ass. Usually the Queen Bee, in 95% of the stories, since grade school, always leads the charge, roughs me up, then gets the other ladies to join in. See, how it works is - The Queen Bee roughs me up, I grovel, and either I offer to bow down and kiss her shoes, or the Queen Bee orders me to. Her followers giggle, and the Queen Bee usually orders me to bow down and kiss her girlfriend's shoes too, or the more eager followers come up and ask..................not ask me, But the QUEEN BEE!
"OMG! Can you make him kiss my shoe too!? "
It's like I'm not even there. It's like I'm just the Queen Bee's boy toy, and the followers know that.
And the Queen Bee says yes of course, and ORDERS me...D.I. style.....to kiss her friend's foot. After that business is done, the beating returns, and/or a subject change happens.
The thing about some of the youngin's is they can sometimes be very easily distracted. Or when the Queen Bee decides the game is over, it's over. Very simple. Very, very, simple. Sometimes, later on, days, weeks later, a worker bee will abuse me in front of the Queen Bee. It always has to be as the Queen Bee is watching so they can receive praise from the queen. Often, I'd "mouth off" to a worker bee, and it was amazing....the worker bee would look at the Queen and ask "Can I hit him?" Queen Bee nods, and it's BDSM all over again.
Often, a psychology trick I would use when playing with the groups of women, I'd mouth off, disrespect, etc, the worker bees. But whenever the Queen Bee got involved, I begged and pleaded, and ran, like my life depended on it. I even often use to plea with the followers not to "tell on me" to the Queen Bee. By doing all that, it increased her status as the Queen. It set the stage of -
Yeah, I'll mouth off to the followers, but if the Queen Bee has to get involved.....ought oh. Run while you can cause ya don't fuck with the Queen Bee.
Seeing me disrespect the followers, but be scared of the Queen Bee made her followers love her more. One time a lady pretended to be sad, and scared of me, and said to the Queen Bee "He's scaring me. ". So the Queen Bee scolded me, and hit me, and chewed me out. Seeing this made the other lady happy. The Queen Bee would always love this power too, and have the biggest smile as she dominated me, and her followers cheered her on. I gave her some of the biggest rep points ever, and she never even knew it. Despite towering over the Queen Bee, and outweighing her by one hundred pounds, even I trembled in the presence of the Queen Bee.
Figuring out who the Queen Bee is, is usually easy too. That night at the haunted house, I had not studied the group enough, but it worked out. The thing about being an expert in human nature is sad though....cause no one knows what I'm doing. No one is there to watch me work, and praise me. I fool so many of these women into playing into my BDSM desires, and no one but me knows it sometimes. The truth is, when it comes to all this BDSM, in all honesty, when you pull back the curtain, and take off the masks.....I'm in charge. lol. I'm the puppet master. But I can never let the women know this. I like making women feel good about themselves. I think because this is a sexist world, a lot of women enjoy bullying guys, especially if they know they can get away with it.
I was working at a haunted house in the fall of 2008, and there were lots of skinny, emo and gothic ladies working there too.
Anyhow, for some reason, for years now, (and believe me I take full advantage of this)........but women....*tiny* women at that....5'1-5'4. 90-115 pounds.....LOVE to play fight with me. I don't know if it's immaturity....probably is very likely, and it could also be because I'm so tall and big (6'4, 260), and they know I won't hurt them no matter what they do, so they love to take advantage and beat me up. It's like I am a big toy they get to wrestle and beat up, and I love it. ( But don't tell them.
)I digress.
In any event, in the haunted house, I was hanging with three emo ladies who were my co-workers. All skinny and hot. Two were 19-years-old. The other was 20. And I was 25.
So one of the 19-year old's was dressed as a hot Halloween zombie nurse or something. (So were the other ladies.) She started play fighting with me. I playfully fell down on the ground, and then she started playfully kicking me in the ribs as her two girlfriends gleefully watched. I proceeded to get on my knees, and pleaded to this young woman to please not hurt me, and I begged her for her mercy, and offered to kiss her boots.
She looked hesitant at first, then she looked briefly at her two girlfriends and I could see one of them...the 20-year-old....well, her face had a smile that looked very casual as she watched her friend, like she was watching a slightly funny scene on TV. The other I knew was smiling cause I heard her quietly giggle. I could sense she had a big smile on her face as she eagerly awaited her friend's response. This young woman who looked to her friends for advice quickly realized she wasn't going to get it.
The young woman walked closer to me, and slowly and awkwardly stuck her leg and boot out in front of me, and she looked uncomfortable at first, but her facial expression quickly changed to the type of smile a young woman working at Burger King has as she hands you your fries. I closed my eyes, held her boots in my hands, and slowly kissed her boot. She smiled, but it was a smile of relief on her face, and her face then had a curious and strange smile on it as she looked down at me,
The 20-something year old woman next to her laughed as I kissed her friend's boot, and then she walked over, stood next to her friend, looked down at me, and stuck her boot out with this expression on her face -
So I closed my eyes, held her foot for her, and kissed her boots too, and I could hear the other young woman behind me giggling as I did it. Only this time she was giggling louder. I knew she'd be expecting her boot to be kissed too, so I turned around, and she had her boot in my face. I looked up, and she had an "evil" face, but I could tell she was trying not to start laughing. She was trying to look serious and scary, and she stuck her boot out for me to kiss, so I held her boot, closed my eyes, and kissed her boot.
I could tell/sense the first woman who's boot I kissed seemed disturbed by it, and probably regretted that she was picked by me to be "The Queen Bee". i.e. The first one to get her boot kiss. My error was - I *picked* the Queen Bee, and that was stupid. You're suppose to *know* who the Queen Bee is, and I usually try to make sure I kiss the Queen Bee's boot/shoe/high heel/foot first cause it makes her followers, especially the more shy ones, feel at ease.
You see, we humans are animals too, and we have heards like animals when with a group, and we have a leader we look to, to be incharge and handle everything. Well, I've been doing this bowing/foot-kissing stuff since grade school, and for the most part, I do it one-on-one with a woman, but every now and then, I do it with entire groups of ladies.
When doing this bowing/boot stuff with groups of ladies, I *always* make sure I offer to bow down and/or kiss the shoes (or make them think the bowing stuff is their idea).....to the Queen Bee. Always, always, always, always to the Queen Bee. I sometimes make mistakes like I did in the Haunted House, and I was just lucky I didn't screw it up, cause the first woman's reaction can usually set the stage for how the whole theme of the event is going to play out. Cause in my experience, when doing it to a worker bee first, it confuses and embarrass's her. Most of them know how to cover it up, but I can sense their discomfort.
When I do it to the Queen Bee first, *everyone* has more fun. Cause the Queen Bee laughs, which makes the other ladies laugh, and the Queen Bee quickly encourages her followers to come up and get their turn, and since the worker bees worship the Queen Bee, what she enjoys, they enjoy. No questions asked.
What the Queen Bee decides is cool, is cool. You've seen "Mean Girls", right? And if the Queen Bee decides a guy bowing down before them and kissing their shoes is funny, then it is, no questions asked. You don't question the Queen Bee unless you're ready to have no friends.
This episode at the haunted house was on the fly. The first young woman was clearly NOT the Queen Bee, and I should have known better, but despite her timidness, she handled it like a pro, and only an expert like me would have even noticed her timidness, and it was just luck that her timidness did not affect the group, or anger the Queen Bee.
The thing about the Queen Bee is - She protects her followers from outsiders. That's why she is the Queen Bee, and if an outsider (especially a male) offends one of her followers, there's SERIOUS hell to pay. But because this one woman handled herself well, it didn't anger the Queen Bee, which meant I didn't get in trouble.
Honestly, the first young woman was having trouble at first deciding if me kissing her boot was funny or creepy, and when the offer from me to kiss her boots came up, she clearly gave in to peer pressure. It's like she was hoping her friends would back her up somehow, or answer for her, or tell her what she should do, which is why she looked at them first when I offered to kiss her boots, and I suspect because the women (mainly the Queen Bee) just smiled at her, she took that as a sign that clearly told her to accept the offer, so she went for it.
Who was the Queen Bee? The 20-year old. I knew right away that her *offering* her boot to me after kissing the other lady's boots is what eased the tension, and probably caused the young lady behind me to join in. See, I asked the first woman if I could kiss her boots, when it's usually better to *get* a woman to offer her boot to you, so that way she feels more in charge. This lady offering her boot to me told me right away she was the Queen Bee, among other reasons.
Again, the young lady behind me quietly giggled in a slightly shocked tone at first when I offered to kiss the other one's boot, so she was not sure how to react either, and she said and did nothing as I kissed her girlfriend's boot, but when I kissed the 20-year old woman's boots, she giggled LOUDLY and practically kicked me in the face to make sure I saw her boot to give it a kiss. See, the Queen Bee said it was okay, so it was okay.
Right away, I knew I made a mistake as I kissed the worker bee's boots first, and knew the older woman was obviously the Queen Bee because she was older, and usually the Queen Bee is typically the older one in the group. The first lady would have enjoyed me kissing her boot A LOT more IF I kissed the 20-year old's boots first. And she seemed to relax right away as soon as she watched me kissed the Queen Bee's boot, and the other lady's boot, and was smiling more, and enjoying the whole experience a lot more, and laughing more, and got a kick out of seeing some big and older guy shame himself and literally bow down before feminism.
I love studying human nature.
I think the reason why I thought that other woman was the Queen Bee was because she was the one kicking my ass. Usually the Queen Bee, in 95% of the stories, since grade school, always leads the charge, roughs me up, then gets the other ladies to join in. See, how it works is - The Queen Bee roughs me up, I grovel, and either I offer to bow down and kiss her shoes, or the Queen Bee orders me to. Her followers giggle, and the Queen Bee usually orders me to bow down and kiss her girlfriend's shoes too, or the more eager followers come up and ask..................not ask me, But the QUEEN BEE!
"OMG! Can you make him kiss my shoe too!? "
It's like I'm not even there. It's like I'm just the Queen Bee's boy toy, and the followers know that.
And the Queen Bee says yes of course, and ORDERS me...D.I. style.....to kiss her friend's foot. After that business is done, the beating returns, and/or a subject change happens.
The thing about some of the youngin's is they can sometimes be very easily distracted. Or when the Queen Bee decides the game is over, it's over. Very simple. Very, very, simple. Sometimes, later on, days, weeks later, a worker bee will abuse me in front of the Queen Bee. It always has to be as the Queen Bee is watching so they can receive praise from the queen. Often, I'd "mouth off" to a worker bee, and it was amazing....the worker bee would look at the Queen and ask "Can I hit him?" Queen Bee nods, and it's BDSM all over again.
Often, a psychology trick I would use when playing with the groups of women, I'd mouth off, disrespect, etc, the worker bees. But whenever the Queen Bee got involved, I begged and pleaded, and ran, like my life depended on it. I even often use to plea with the followers not to "tell on me" to the Queen Bee. By doing all that, it increased her status as the Queen. It set the stage of -
Yeah, I'll mouth off to the followers, but if the Queen Bee has to get involved.....ought oh. Run while you can cause ya don't fuck with the Queen Bee.
Seeing me disrespect the followers, but be scared of the Queen Bee made her followers love her more. One time a lady pretended to be sad, and scared of me, and said to the Queen Bee "He's scaring me. ". So the Queen Bee scolded me, and hit me, and chewed me out. Seeing this made the other lady happy. The Queen Bee would always love this power too, and have the biggest smile as she dominated me, and her followers cheered her on. I gave her some of the biggest rep points ever, and she never even knew it. Despite towering over the Queen Bee, and outweighing her by one hundred pounds, even I trembled in the presence of the Queen Bee.
Figuring out who the Queen Bee is, is usually easy too. That night at the haunted house, I had not studied the group enough, but it worked out. The thing about being an expert in human nature is sad though....cause no one knows what I'm doing. No one is there to watch me work, and praise me. I fool so many of these women into playing into my BDSM desires, and no one but me knows it sometimes. The truth is, when it comes to all this BDSM, in all honesty, when you pull back the curtain, and take off the masks.....I'm in charge. lol. I'm the puppet master. But I can never let the women know this. I like making women feel good about themselves. I think because this is a sexist world, a lot of women enjoy bullying guys, especially if they know they can get away with it.
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