The first niece and I have been awaiting this evening for some time.
Not three years.
More like three months, since the first previews arrived.
Then, on Feb 10th, we chatted thusly.
me: Okay, we are back on for next Friday with Mr. Grey. Will that work for him?
her: Well, I don't know. You know he's such a busy man. He does run a billion dollar company. (wink wink)
me: :-) Surely he would enjoy the company of we two lovely ladies...
her: The contract said there would never be more than one?!
me: Contract? I never signed no stinking contract! I'm a free agent!
her: I just spoke with Mr Grey and he said that he will be there ready and waiting on us whenever we're ready to go.
her: Have you even read the books?
me: of course not. :-)
her: All of my comments will make more sense after you see the movie hopefully.
me: But I have read OF them. That counts! And i will be going with one of his lady loves. That counts, too.
her: I do hope they didn't change too much.
me: Oh, i have a pretty good idea what the book says. I've been around, ya know.
her: LOL. I learned a few things from the book.
me: We should probably get our tickets soon. Actually, YOU get the tickets and let me know when to be there.
her: All this talk of Christian is making me want to see it sooner... Although... I am really hoping to not have a repeat of Hunger Games.
me: Me too. Just keep your mind open - and wait for the R-rated version to cum out on video. :-)
her: Wait what?? What is the theatre version rated?
me: Oh, my bad. I meant to say the X-rated.
Then it was the Friday, the 20th! She and I would dine together (sadly, Christian could not make it to dinner), then hit the 9:50 PM screening.
But where to eat?
She was pretty flustered, between being a wife, foster mother, full-time daycare employee, and student. What would I suggest?
Well, something different, something out of our routine. That meant no Mexican, no Italian. And she isn't big on seafood, so we should table those options while we were at it.
And it popped into my head!
B. Tillman's!
I had only been the one time, she had never been, and the atmosphere was ... how had one of the Lunch Ladies phrased it?... "industrial elegant"?
I was already dreaming of the little coffee tray with its two tiny sugar cookies... Yes, that would do nicely, and it was literally around the corner from the cinema.
That's important.
My first niece is time-challenged, so plans must always include measures to counteract her faulty internal clock.
(smile)
True to form, she arrived fashionably late, looking fashionably marvelous.
I already had my coffee to sip, so I was fine.
She decided to have the Spinach Salad,
with chicken,
as well as the Tomato Soup.
That was definitely out of her normal!
ordering the Braised Carrots,
the Kale,
and the Black-Eyed Peas Succotash.
The chef turned my dish into art - magnifique!
The Southern Deviled Eggs provided some traditional protein and some pommey mustard flair.
We both enjoyed our dinners at a leisurely pace, her taking in the various atmospheres of the locale, both chatting about matters here and there.
We ate every bite, too.
Then she asked about the time... yikes! Already 9:48!
We hustled the waitress with our checks, paid, and sped around the corner to the cinema! Mr. Grey is not a man to be kept waiting!
... And we arrived just as "Fifty Shades of Grey" was beginning.
Lucky us! We had only missed previews!
There followed a fairly true-to-the-first-book soft-porn film. Good!
That means the frontal nudity was fairly well restricted to above the waist or to positions which left the pelvic regions to the imagination. Good!
Rear and lateral nudity went from top of the head to the floor, as it should. Good!
The Bondage & Discipline (B&D) was kept straight forward, emphasizing the need of the dominant to please the submissive, to help the submissive achieve orgasm by use of nontraditional toys. Being that Christian Grey found himself attracted to a virgin - a sexual virgin, not just a B&D virgin - it seems that he would have wanted to explain to her some of the rationales behind the toys used. You know, to avoid the general misperception by the "vanilla" public that B&D is the same as S&M (Sadism & Masochism, decidedly darker and requiring pain).
"Vanilla" has nothing to do with skin color, by the way. We were accompanied in the cinema by two groups of black women who seemed to think they needed to remark on the actions on the screen. Clearly, they had not read the book (nor had I) and had pretty conventional views of "accepted" sexual behavior (whereas I spent seven years in the US Navy so my views are, accordingly, more worldly).
Perhaps those other ladies might have been more tolerant, and more openly curious, too, if some of the tenets of B&D had been explained by Christian to his naive charge.
Consider these, please. The restraints are used to limit the submissive's ability to interact with the dominant. After all, when being pleasured, our natural response is to try, simultaneously, to give pleasure to our mate. Not so in B&D, where the pleasure is to be experienced by each participant individually.
What about the mask or blindfold worn by the submissive? That is to heighten the sense of touch, my dear. When sight is blocked, you have to rely on other senses. A whip with long leather strands looks like a weapon; in truth, those strips of leather are soft and suede, providing lush friction against the flesh when dragged or flicked. The loss of the visuals allows the skin to be the primary provider of input to the brain - and soft touches are always a pleasure, aren't they?
(smile)
My first niece and I understood the context of what was being shown to us on the screen, and we reveled in it.
Oh! OH! OOOOOHHHHHH!!!
(big smile!)
What a night!
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