We both woke late... very late indeed. In fact the morning
had almost ended. And we were both feeling none the refreshed for the lateness
of the hour, might one add. If anything we looked a little rugged around the
edges.
So being not fit company one pulled apart the wardrobes to
make room for the new clothes and ruthlessly cull things that didn't fit. There
is nothing quite so satisfying as tossing things out of a wardrobe because they
are too big... except maybe tossing things out of His wardrobe. In fact one
even went through things like stockings... only to find the bastards have
changed the tops of one's favourite opaques and now they no longer stay up.
Fuckers!
You know as an aside there has been a small complication to
the skirts being hiked up. Stocking have to be switched out in favour of pantyhose...
something He is less than fond of. Should have thought about that shouldn't He J
Confronted with such surliness He sent one to bed. For a nap!
Like a small, truculent child one was packed off for a sleep to restore the
humours. Actually what He said was...
Then we can do something fun like tie you up and I can have
my wicked way with you
Sitting there one stared at Him, looking rather like a rabbit
in headlights. Dear gods He said that out loud. It was just asking for it inviting
grief...
And sure enough one woke up feeling not only
blah, but with the beginnings of a migraine. He cursed us L
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