Compromise

Generally one firmly believes that compromise is when two people are equally miserable... 'cos let's be honest no one likes losing... not really. Every once in a while though, the idea of compromise has some merit... OK only if it is slightly stacked in one small slave's favour... but one is prepared to consider it under the right circumstances...

As some of you know He loves to torture shove one into have one wear costumes... hate them, they itch and are stupid... but the one he has always lusted after is a Wonder Woman outfit. Personally one loves the costume... on her. And for a long time there have been plenty of excuses... not tall enough, can't fit the boots (which we all know are essential)... glares at the naysayers... the arse is too big. Oh the list has been endless over the years.

The trouble is that in a fit of insanity one might have said that if one ever got back to a size 12-14 ('cos those breasts aren't going anywhere very fast) one would wear the damn costume. Secure in the knowledge that between the PCOS and the gym it would never happen...

Now as one nears that goal one is prepared to consider a compromise. How do you think this will go down? It's in the spirit of the costume surely? We can call it a gateway practise costume...