Only a tranny...

A few weeks ago, I was over in Germany for a few days with work, and had the opportunity of meeting up with my sis for a few days, and evenings. It gave me the chance to view the scene over there, which turned out to be a bit different to what I usually see back home.

On Friday night we were over in Mannheim, for a lovely Indian meal at a friend’s house, and then over to a ‘fetish pub’ in Mannheim; shame when you have to get glammed up, and then go in to a smokey bar (Germany still has them) so that your clothes stink of smoke afterwards. Still, it gave me the chance to speak to a few t‘s in there, dressed, and in ‘bob’ mode. I didn’t discover what the German equivalent of ‘bob’ was, maybe ‘Fritz’ or ‘Helmut‘, or similar. From what I could tell, the scene isn’t as developed or ‘mainstream’ as what it is over here.

Late on Saturday night we went to the Grande Opera event in Offenbach; a rather classy bdsm event in a club, which I thought was very impressive. At the other end of the scale from Nap’s, for example. I’ve never been faced (!) by nude slaves before, nor absolutely gorgeous blondes wearing the most revealing of outfits; it was very much of an eye-opener, and as one of very few t’s there, I felt rather under-dressed in my best burlesque outfit, with black lacy skirt, highest heels, and tight corset. The venue had a lovely setting, with the entrance being though an old courtyard, and made a great background to the photos we took at the end of the night, which I’ve added to Flickr.

Included in the entry ticket was a food buffet, so towards the end of the evening, we settled on trying a bowl of their finest goulash soup. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw one of the naked male slaves swinging his way past my table, where we were eating. I kind of gave him a stare along the lines of ‘Oi Helmut! Mind where you’re shaking that thing. I’m trying to eat my goulash.’

A fantastic all-round experience, and I look forward to going back to see one of their future events!

Another funny moment that had us in stitches afterwards, was on the way to Offenbach, sis had lost the piece of paper with the address on, in the car. We were on the autobahn at this time, so I suggested we pull over in one of those wooded lay-bys that they have on the continent. What surprised me were the number of cars parked there, at about half past midnight. Then in the headlights we saw 1-2 men scurrying across the road, and another guy coming out of the woods. So anyway we parked up at the far end, and stopped and put the interior light on to look for the paper. We found what we had lost very quickly, but when sis looked up in the rear mirror, she could see a silhouette of all these guys walking towards our car! She then said ‘S**t! I think this is that do**ing lay-by! Let’s get out of here quick!’ So we razzed out of the lay-by as quickly as we could!