Thursday, February 13, 2014

The last commando



We went out for a little lunch, mainly because we both looked in the fridge and went meh on a day that was filled with restlessness. He's detoxing from his nasty little chocolate habit that hit a bump, mainly in the form of too much temptation at work... Easter cometh don't you know...  and has all the symptoms of withdrawal. The headache that just won't quit, the cravings, the sweet tooth... the list goes on... while one small slave just has a headache that won't quit. It seems that there was soy in the pods for the coffee machine that ended up on our bench somehow... glares at His mother. It would seem that the odd one now and again didn't cause any issues. A couple of cups a day during holidays and the body just went oh hell no!

 So we thought we will take ourselves out, have a nice lunch and distract our minds and bodies with a little retail diversion. As it turned out it was a good day to do it, there were some very good sales on. To that end a rather lovely pencil skirt ended up in a bag. Personally one hasn't had a pencil skirt in years. That hip to waist ratio made it impossible, but that diet worked its magic in that area too it would seem. Of course then one spent hours in inappropriate shoes, we'd only been nipping out for lunch, traipsing around trying to find a top to go with that skirt. But that is a tale of woe for another time... this is about skirts.

Almost as a reflex to all that fabric, 'cos pencil skirts are by their very nature long, He spied this ridiculous, flippy little leopard print skirt that was too short to be worn by any adult human over the age of 20... must work on that His opinion is the only one that counts thing... in public. Muttering one went into the dressing room and stripped out of the short skirt one was wearing and replaced it with His even shorter selection, still muttering depreciating remarks under the breath as one did so. Looking in the mirror one realised something; the damn thing was perfect. 

It flared on the hips in just the right spot, it was the perfect length to make the legs look slim and long from all angles...
How does He do that?
Muttering slightly different things under the breath still one emerged to show Him.
He looked smug and happy, the way only the truly vindicated can...
Mutter, mutter, mutter...

Of course the damn thing is so short one is actually going to have to wear knickers. There's a box of them in the cupboard somewhere, largely unworn, most of them too lacy to offer any real protection...
Sighs still they need to come out of retirement

4 comments:

ancilla_ksst said...

oh no! Not knickers!

Master's piece said...

You mock, but the simple fact is they can get a man on the moon and yet they are still to invent knickers that don't ride up the crack of the arse the minute you move. Not to mention the dreaded vpl :(

nzrubber said...

I know! A C-string that has been modified slightly with an attached butt plug to give some reassurance that it will stay in place.

You're welcome! :)

Master's piece said...

LOL There are some c-strings in there... not that they actually cover anything ;)