We did spend Christmas evening with family -- our daughter and her fiancee accompanied us to the Dowager Domme's home where she prepared a filling Holiday feast. But first there was a certain hazing of the young, innocent fiancee that was required.
You see, the DD has an "interesting" collection of various artifacts collected from around the world to complement her world class collection of kinky shoes and boots. (I was unable to discretely photograph the spikey 4 inch pumps shoes she was wearing for a holiday meal at home, which surely would have impressed our readers).
One "conversation starter" was the penis gourd hanging on her wall..... a souvenir brought back from a trip to New Guinea. Over hor' dourves, She explained to our slack jawed future son in law that the guys in the tribe she visited wore penis gourds and nothing more during their visit."when they danced sometimes their scrotums popped loose!", the DD's more typically submissive husband, and Mistress's stepfather interjected.
Oops.
I tried to be helpful, suggesting that he and his groomsman might want to consider penis gourds in lieu of tuxes for the wedding.
"They're actually hard to come by....it's a long trip to New Guinea.", the DD countered.
"You mean you can't find some on E - Bay? ", slave helpfully rejoined.
As the family chatted on I took my own little tour around the room, noting the very useful antique lariat on the wall. I didn't ask the DD for the story of how this keepsake was acquired, or how she had put it to good use since then.
Hopefully the fiancee was not taken aback by this pre-dinner chit chat, or the DD's rather peculiar collection of items which could be put to use in more ways than one.
Nothing worse than a runaway groom who must be brought to heel. Though the DD might consider than a challenge.
