PRODUCTS:
IJ (Akuto) X 4 all around neck (Noon (1), 5h00 PM (2), 11h00 PM (1)
TUTH (2.5 mcg/spray) X 2 behind neck (5h00 PM (1)) and below adam’s apple (11h00 PM) (1)
A314 oil (Rev 32) X 2 drops behind ears (5h00 PM)
P75 (10 mcg/spray) X1 to adam’s apple X 1 (5h00 PM)
TAC (40 mcg/spray) X 1 under chin (5h00 PM)
Hedione X 4 dabs to wrists (2) and to jawlines (2) (5h00 PM)
Encre Noire as cover scent X 3 dabs to cheeks (5h00 PM)
Location: Night #2 - All-night horror-orientated real-life simulation event (Second edition)
Ok, so I’ll refer to posts #358 and #359 if you haven’t read them and have no idea what an all-night horror-oriented real-life simulation event is all about. I will not repeat all regarding context, setting and such.
Oh no, that disclaimer again: I will only repeat again that the events described therein are part of a legit GAME event where everyone is consensuous to be there, so if you’re shocked, I’m sorry about that, just skip to another article and nevermind the apparent craziness.
It was basically the second edition of the event described in post #359 and it happened a week later. This means a similar batch of actors was present, with maybe a few new faces, and a whole new batch of customers looking for thrills. I decided to go for a mix that would more clearly tickle the ladies’ fancy, this time around.
Early in the day (noon), all I applied was a single spray of IJ. We had a theater-skills training around noon, followed by two logistics meetings: one general for all staff and a team-specific meeting afterward. I figured I’d start slow with mones to easily top-up later on without ringing the dreaded bell of overfragrance that I rung big time last time. I was to be there for like 18 hours without any possiblity of washing up should the mix smell too harsh, so caution was paramount.
Lady #1 (actress, ref. posts #358 and #359) had straightened her red hair since last time. She was looking much nicer that way, she had a better score out of 10 score than what I gave her in the preceeding posts, easily a full one unit increment. Lady # 2 (actress, ref. posts #358 and #359), she’s that very young LOOKING dancer, she was there this time around also. For the training session, I was sitting next to Lady #3 (actress, ref. posts #358 and #359) and a new girl that was there with her boyfriend, both being new faces, I’ll call her Lady #4. I’d say she was around 23, long brown hair, 6/10. Nothing much to mention for this first meeting, except maybe that I was very comfortable doing rehearsal and acting in front of people. Believe me, I’m not a natural for that. This was also a way to introduce everyone to everyone, this should have been done the first time, really, not on the second, but it was ok.
After the training, I congratulated Lady #1 for her nice hairdo and she seemed happy. She even sighed when she said with a soft voice: ‘‘Wow, Conjurator, thanks a lot, how nice of you’’. This time, I had not so much trouble getting looks and eye contacts from her. The two last time those were next to impossible to get. Nothing much happened during the first general logistics meeting. Once the team meeting started, I looked to switch table to regroup with my team and Lady #1, said ‘‘Oh yes, Conjurator, have a sit here’’, so she welcomed me to sit real close to her, those benches are not huge. She seemed happy and laid back. She gave me lots of innocent knee bumps during the third meeting.
I went to add the 5h00 PM products listed above after all those meetings. After that, during the preparation phase, I asked Lady #1 to apply some make-up on my face to complete my costume. She’s good at it and she agreed. I got lots of eye contacts with her while she applied the make-up. She was much more comfortable around me with this mix than with those from posts #358 and #359. It was interesting to see the contrast on the same test subject. Lady #2 seemed to fall prey to magnet effect around me several times. Nothing sexual or slutty, but cool, we were assembled as a group standing up talking strategies and such and she would come real real close to me. On at least two occasions, she came right in front me turning her back at me, like 6 inches from me. she’s a very small and delicate girl, of legal age, but looking very juvenile, so she definitely was not hiding my view by standing in front of me. Was it attraction, was it a kind of friendship feeling, was it my alpha vibe or was it just that she felt safe around me, but it happened 3-4 four times for several minutes straight each time during a 1-hour span. I felt like a rockstar having that petite dancing queen with a wonderful baby face stuck to me like glue. I talked with the girl a lot and it was enjoyable. At some times, she actually bumped me standing in front of me. I tested for repeatability by moving out a bit further on at least two occasions. Each time, the magnet girl came back in front of me within minutes. And nobody else had that honor. One thing sure: not coincidential. I got some of that in post #359 from her too, but it was more intense and obvious this time around.
Eventually, the paying customers arrived and the night event kicked off. Things started out slow. We were all wearing crazy hillbillies kind of costumes at first, walking through the dark forest acting crazy, bipolar or autistic with the customers. It was a nice occasion to wear a very simple costume without a mask and stealthly approach ladies from very upclose in the dark. I would move like an inch from a lady’s face, they would notice I was there suddenly. At this point, most people were with their gang of friends. Friends got separated later on when the craziness started, but not at the beggining. Most had flashlights so there was a light ambiant light in mose cases. The reactions were different. Some of the ladies were startled by my presence, some were giggling, some seemed to enjoy it. With some, I had unstable conversation with my crazy townspeople attitude. With some, I remained silent and just invaded privacy or stared. I got some real nice comments. A few ladies told me that I smelled awfully good for a crazy guy lost in the woods. One said whatever you’re wearing, I sure want that on my man at home. In order not to drop my character, I replied that I was annointed by local sect members during the last ritual with some strange oil, which fitted the story nice. One lady saw me approach her friend from a few feet, the latter one detected my presence, I moved real close to her face, the friend tells the lady: ‘’ Oh my god! I was sure he was going to frenchkiss you on the spot’'. The lady answered: ‘‘Wish he did, he’s quite cute actually’’. The other lady agreed. Nice comments like that make my day in any context. People were still relax, jolly and laidback at this point. After maybe half an hour in the woods, we were instructed to change to our more elaborate costumes to impersonate now-badly-mutated blood-hungry townspeoples.
I will not go through every details of the twelve hours of encounters with the customers. I will only give some highlights. Some of these developped into possible fallouts that I will post about in the coming days.
One of my favorites encounters of the nights was a 28 y.o. genuine redhead, I’ll call her ‘Vicky’, she was maybe 5ft4, 6/10 with freckles and all and red hair arranged in a ponytail. I caught her twice all in all. The first time, I noticed her fiery hair at once and made her feel like a dark star in this crazy night by having my character raving on and on about her red hair in an intimidating way. I duct-taped her hands behind her back and took her to a dark place. I asked lots of questions about her, I like doing that and getting inside their heads. Even in simulated danger situation, people spill so much beans about themselves, it’s crazy. I was talking to her from very close, with my manic low voice. My partners eventually joined us (shoot!), we tied her up to a post, blindfolded her and we drenched her in fake blood and performed a MOCK knife throat-slitting sacrifice. The movie prop that was used was quite realistic actually. She was eventually freed by my friends. The second time I caught her, I actually caught her and one of her friends at the same time, I grasped one of each ladies’ arms. The friend was not very loyal however. She made me an offer. She said: ‘‘If I give you a very valuable information about my friend here, will you let me escape?’’. I’m like: ‘‘Hell yes, bad girl, treachery will get you far around here!’’. So she comes to my ear and tells me that her friend is ticklish as hell and that she gets crazy with pleasure when her ears are being nibbled on. I thanked the lady, I let her go (she was not that hot compared to the red one, so who cares) and I started taunting the red lady about her weak spot specifying of course that her friend had betrayed her just to escape. What a friend you’ve got there, I nagged. She had recognized me by then, however, she wasn’t reacting negatively. I told her that I did not have to tie her up this time if she promises to act like a good girl. I made her kneel down. I knelt down next to her. I moved her hair on each side to expose her ears. I said in her ear that I was about to exploit the information that her friend had given me. I was talking to her with my manical lowtone voice briefly nibbling on her ear, neck… and so on. She let out a surprise scream then broke into laughter and ticklish convulsions. I said: ‘‘I think I’m handling you too soft if it tickles. I’ll go harder on you, lady.’’. I grabbed her hair by the back of her head, tugged them and I tucked my cheek against her ear. She let out a deep sigh, she was shaking like a leaf but not out of fear… I felt expectation. ‘‘You like it don’t you?’’. She said it was very enjoyable so far. I started licking, biting and exploring her neck, ears and hair with my lips, teeth and face. I was pretty much behind her by then, she was moving her head from side to side with eyes closed enjoying my work each time I would tug her hair again and she would sigh and pant. After a few minutes, she let out a very faint: '‘Fuck yeah. you’re good, you!’ and she laughed maniacally, not loud however. I said: ‘‘You’re in the mood uh?’’. She told me I sure pushed the right buttons. My team eventually moved near so I lowered the sexual tension a bit and she was freed a few minutes later. When she got up, she told me she did not have that much excitation in months. I’ll talk about that girl later in this text, and also again in a few days 
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A second noteworthy encounter was with another 28 y.o., a brunette this time, with eyeglasses. I’ll call her ‘Roxie’ She was chubby, 4/10, with light brown hair and eyeglasses. The first time I caught her, she asked me if I could tie her up. I told her I don’t usually wait for people to ask me to do it, but I couldn’t help but ask her if she had a bondage fetish or something. She did not go into details, she just said that it feels good for her and that she was sad she hadn’t been tied up so far in the evening. So i duct-taped her feet together, tied her upper limbs with rope and I saran-wrapped her body to a standing post. I put a cagoule on her head and I produced a shock-giving tool from my pocket (not a taser, but a makeshift bug-zapper type of thingy). It does not give much pain, but has a definite psychological impact on most people gives a light disagreeable sensation… kind of like when you’re sticking your tongue in both poles of a 9V battery . I gave her two buzzes on the exposed part of her back. She asked for more and requested harder intensity, sadly it was not possible, but I told her I was impressed with her submissiveness. Partners joined me and several other things were done to her. I observed the girl and she seemed to very much enjoy being ‘‘tortured’’. She was eventually freed. Later, I came across her again. She was tied up again, she was intimidated with a blunted-out real knife on her skin (with caution), she had been forced into eating worms and crickets were put in her shirt. I blocked the shirt’s exits to make sure the crickets were heading inside her clothes. During all that time she was very submissive again. I’ll talk about that girl again later in this text and again in a few days also .
A third lady, a girl probably 22, brunette with long hair, 7/10, with large eyeglasses, looking nerdy but very nice, I’ll call her ‘NerdyGirl’. I caught her and put her in a wooden prison cell we had. She told me she was claustrophobic and did not feel good in there. I had confiscated her flashlight too, so she was alone in the dark in a 2 foot X 2 foot cell with a single grillaged window. I listened to her pleas but I did not answer. She understood I had no pity whatsoever. If she was really panicking, she just had to utter the secret words to get out instantly, don’t give me the words, girl, and you’ll stay there. At one point, I opened the prison door, I entered inside with her and I closed the door. I lit my maglite and put it directly in her face. Her eyes watered until they cried (I like doing that, lol), it gave me a good chance to look at her. She really looked like a girl who was brought there by force by her best friend but who clearly would have preferred spending the night at home. I did not feel sorry though, one must be able to stand up to her friends and refuse doing something if need be (lol). So I turned off my flashlight and I cornered her inside the cell, I was occupying maximum space and my face was very close to her face and ears. She clearly wasn’t at ease and she told me so. She goes: ‘‘So I guess you’ll stay there, uh?’’. I’m like: ‘‘You betcha. If you want out, you know the drill.’’. She said she was too proud to do that. I told her I treat proud people in a very special way. She was staring at the floor. I told her: ‘‘I could stay there all night.’’. She told me: ‘‘I can stare at the floor all night too.’’. I lit the flashlight and told her: ‘‘Yeah, the floor looks real nice, but guess what, I don’t see it well because your boobs are in the way and I sure can look at that all night, I tell you, it’s much better than the fucking floor.’’. Eventually, I had to free her because one of the staff break times had rung. So I made her kneel down, I told her that if I catch her again, she’ll meet a more disturbed version of myself and that she’d better run. Fast. Saying that, I grabbed her hair and sprayed fake cum we had prepared in squeeze bottles in her eyelgasse and I rubbed it on them very well. I added a hefty dose in her hair She’s like: ‘‘Ewww. Is this what I think this is?’’. Of course, we always let imagination do the work (lol). So I’m like: ‘‘What do you think!’’. I added: ‘‘Now you explain THAT to your friends, lady.’’. She told me she’d definitely run fast if she saw me again. I’ll talk about that girl again a bit later in this text .
A fourth lady was a nice brunette 22 y.o., 8/10 at the very least, I’ll call her ‘‘InsectGirl’’. I stumbled upon this girl as she was preyed upon by some colleagues from another team. It turned out this lady had a crazy primal phobia of insects. I kinda joined my colleagues to try and make her tilt. In less than two minutes, she was screaming out the secret words. We had to let her go, according to the rules, but she had to do a long and sad walk of shame to the HQ. This got her a breaktime with the resident psychologist to make sure she was ok and ready to go again. She took 15 minutes off. Us monsters were quite happy to have obtained a surrender. Later in the night, I spotted the same girl, I said: ‘‘Hey team, that’s the InsectGirl!!! Let’s do it again!’’. She was caught, pinned to the ground, tied up, when she realized we were really gonna use insects this time, she started moving around like the Exorcist’s Linda Blair. She kicked like a cow and rolled in all directions. I must say I got hit by the girl a few times, but that was fair game. We were five people, guys and girls on her at one time to immobilize her. She screamed, cried all her soul, panicked, hyperventilated, the whole package, this went on for fourty minutes, but the girl just wouldn’t raise the white flag again. She had worms everywhere in her hair, crickets in her clothes but she was still fighting and taking it We were fucking impressed to say the least. A fucking trooper. I’ll talk about that girl again later in this text and again in a few days also .
A fifth girl was a girl I had chatted with on Fbook a few days before the event and I knew she would actually be there. It’s not someone I know, I just came across her random online. She’s a very very nice looking 38 y.o. woman. On her pic, she looked 19 and she was to be on site with her 18 y.o. daughter and they both looked the same age. That’s a nice 38 y.o. for sure. A brunette with long hair. She told me she was sad she could not get a ticket for the maximum level of intensity. I told her if I spotted her I would give her special treatment. I came across her only once. I instantly recognized her. Let’s just say I gave her her money’s worth, but the girl is solid. She had not recognized me on her side, cause I don’t use a picture on FB. I’ll talk about this girl again in a few days also .
On the more humane side, I helped and assisted one girl with an injury, acting like my true self. I made sure she was safe and unharassed until the resident medic arrived. We act badass, but nobody has to get hurt playing, that’s wouldn’t be right. Maybe except for Roxie (LMAO), but more about that in a few days I said.
At 7AM in the morning, the game was over. Actors were allowed to mingle with the participants who were there. I was still wearing my costume, so two ladies recognized me. First, Vicky (the red head) came to me with her not very loyal friend who had sold her. The friend asks her: ‘‘So this is the guy who aroused you so bad, uh?’’. She blushed all the way through and she said: ‘‘Yes it’s him alright!’’, giggling like a schoolgirl. Then both girls giggled. Vicky asked me wether she could take a picture with me as a souvenir for the great time she’s had. So her friend took our picture: I was being cheerfully hugged. I told Vicky she was awesome to be around. She said: ‘‘You too, for sure.’’. I’m not even finished talking to her that another girl, which I did not expect to hear about again, drew near: the NerdyGirl whom I scared the shit out from. She came to me with a friend also, and she told her friend: ‘‘With all the time I spent close to this guy, I must at least take a picture with him.’’. I asked her how was her experience, she said she actually enjoyed my presence, she somehow felt safe and protected, and in some sick way, she told me I made her feel like a perfect 10 lady. How cool is that? She hugged me for the pic and was all smile. Nice.
I came across the InsectGirl the next morning after all was over, without my costume and I asked her if she was feeling better. I was still wearing makeup, though, she probably guessed I was part of the staff. She told me that she wanted to kill us all a few hours ago but that in retrospect, she was thrilled with her experience and she thanked me for having helped her cope with her phobia. She said her fear of insects will be much milder from now on. Wow, that’s cool. And I confirmed, in the light of day, that she was a very good looking girl.
Shortly before I left the place, I came across Roxie. I turned out she’s a friend of some friends who were there also. I had a brief chat with her, but everyone was there, so I could not ask her the questions I wanted to ask her. Lol. I just looked at her with eyes like: ‘You – Me – Talk we must’.
At the end of the event, when we were packing our stuff and cleaning the place before leaving, a lady actor, maybe 24, brunette, 5/10, let’s call her ‘‘Kat’’, a very funny girl and very uninhibited speechwise came to me, she just stared at me, smiled and she ran her hand through my hair without a word. She kept smiling without saying a word. I did not talk to her much before this, she’s like the over-the-top extrovert type and I’m a bit quieter. Typically, there is like zero seconds of silence when she’s in a room. I have no idea why she did that, but I think that such small acts are for free and they can warm the heart very much without any form of afterthought. That’s the effect it had on me. I was damn tired, but next time, I’ll be talking to that girl more, for sure. It was not DIHL, but it was cute, comfortable and so unexpected from her. I couldn’t help but smile back, but I was damn speechless, so was she. But it was NOT sexual. There was something in her expression that looked like she had just really noticed me. The thing is… at least four people saw her pass her hand through my hair and smile like that suddenly (lol)… but the social circle was not otherwise included in this moment. I rarely experienced that – ever. I don’t know if she knows, but she frigging touched my soul as a real true benevolent and quiet friend would have O_o. I think there is someone interesting inside the ‘‘clown suit shell’’ that this girl seems to wear all the time. She added me to FB a few days after the event. I’m curious. I wasn’t really close to her physically at any time during the afternon, evening, night or morning before that particular moment. Maybe she was just hit in the face by a cloud in a way that was new to her too and that she did not fully understand. But I mean, it was like 14 hours after my second product application… So there’s a part of mystery in this.
Ok, so let’s try and sum up what I got from the mix. IJ akuto-scented smells terrific. It easily takes the center stage over any decent amount of neroli. IJ was good to turn me into the bad guy personna and to care less, up to a certain point, about the victims predicaments. The A314 probably helped me intimidate people and make them more obedient. P75 screamed masculine presence with the ladies and I avoided and was avoided by guys in the evening. That’s ok with me. TUTH gave the necessary sexual tension in some cases, and I’ll add that for outside use, upclose to the ladies, the TUTH dosage was just right. The TAC helped make a few ladies relaxed in stressful situations. I’m not sure why I added hedione to this extensive mix. I decided to use it I guess because ladies like it so much even if it can kill the A314 a bit at times. Plus, it lives forever on the skin. The cover scent was nice, but it was long gone after a few hours of running and sweating. Good news is that at the end of the night, I was still getting comments that I was smelling great, even though I had sweated like I had played a few consecutive ice-hockey games (lol). Thanks mones. In the morning, I got spontaneous hugs from some female participants, plus that hand-in-hair act of kindness, so I guess I wasn’t too high on the BO. Was the mix kickass? Yep!
With definite fallout capacities: I’ll tell you all about it in a few days as promised.
Oh, no, not that disclaimer again: I hope the acts described in here did not offend anyone. One final reminder, this was a legit game event. I love and respect women. It was just a rare opportunity to let go of all social conventions in a controlled environment. Do not try this in your neighborood, clearly, The Conjurator tells you: ‘‘Don’t!’’. If you do and if a little blue or green man comes knocking at your door, it’s your fault and y’all’ve been warned.
Just kidding…