Into the black

And finally the weather has turned cool enough to actually wear something like this under the clothing :D

Impractical things

We had promised two of our Sunday gaming group a game of Mice and Mystics. They have two unnatural children who seem to have long attention spans and like campaign style games.  So He taught that merry group of four while one small slave slipped out. The plan had been a leisurely stroll around the shops, but we had made a quick viper raid to Simone Perele on the way. 

 Sighs it was such a pretty colour... that will go with nothing in the wardrobe :)

It only left an hour to do some shopping before the stores closed down around one. It was very pushed and ugly as one scampered around doing stuff for Him; like replace his macadamias that might have been left in a cupboard to be found...

You ate my nuts He cried

They didn't have your name on them

You knew they were mine He said in an accusing tone

Well obviously one didn't, otherwise they wouldn't have been eaten

But they were mine He countered

Look you leave things in the cupboard; there was no name on them. If they are for one's exclusive use one declares it so you know or one simply makes sure they are covered in chilli. You did none of those things. They were left there for someone who was peckish to find

So you just didn't care He said

Not really, no

That was why one spent precious time, going all the way to the other end of the shopping centre, to get Him some more. 

Whines it was horrible, one barely made it back in time to get coffee.

Mind you the children loved the game so much, that now the parents have to buy it so they can continue the campaign, so there was some humour in the day :D

What lies beneath

There is nothing like retro inspired foundation garments...

In fact He liked it so much that there is a black one on its way :)

He escaped...

Well it was sort of with an ankle cuff in the form of a shopping list from His mother that saw him run here, there and everywhere. But! He did manage to break free long enough to scamper through women's knickers to find a little something for Christmas...

So now you are all just going to have to wait for the pics.

Sighs He really shouldn't be allowed out by himself, that impish sense of humour has not been oppressed by his circumstances L

Persistence in the face of adversity

If someone was to ask what is the one quality that most masters have one would have to come down on the side of persistence. All tinkering, modification, Jedi mind tricks and long term plans need that ingredient. And frankly from what one has observed most of the owner types seem to have it in spades... it seems to be a companion piece to those hoarding instincts.

Round here though, it manifests itself in strange ways. Take this little tale as an example...

He bought one small slave a present. Now He is not a big gift giver... well not the kind you can open in front of others at any rate... so a spontaneous present is a treat. Opening up the package there laid the most fabulous pair of leopard stockings in a deep red and black. So fun!

Trying them on with great speed and alacrity we were both miffed to find that they refused to stay up. It didn't matter where they were put, they rolled.

Now a lesser mortal would have been disappointed. Not Him... oh no. One small slave came home from work to find Him awake and ready with questions...

Do you use moisturiser on your legs... it's the biggest reason why the latex tops doesn't adhere.

No, rarely... probably should moisturise more often come to think of it...

Things went on in this vein... it was starting to feel like an interrogation. All that was missing was the lights...

Well there is a solution He announced. There is special body glue that can be used to stick them in place. You might feel a bit of a tug on the skin when you move and the tights flex, but they will hold. I've ordered you some from Amazon.

So Cinderella will be wearing leopard print tights come this winter...

In absentia

Arriving home there was a small explosion of parcels on the bench. Some underwear had arrived. Honestly one is having more luck buying lingerie on the net than one has ever had in the shops. What normally happens there is one walks into the changing room with six items and if one is very lucky there might be one that fits. The notable exception to this rule seems to be Simone Perele. Mutters of course Pink and Perk have expensive taste... they aren't paying for them.

On line though, the strike rate is much higher, to the tune of only two rejects in twenty odd orders. It would seem that British and European companies design for a much fuller breast than they do down here. It is worth noting that the European companies seem to make their pants smaller than their British counterparts though. Maybe all those pastries and rich carbohydrate foods aren't as bad as we have been led to believe J

Anyway back to the explosion of underwear...

Surveying the mess one realised that somehow He had still managed to rummage through one's knickers...

Even though one hadn't even been there for the experience...

And for some reason one didn't feel any less violated.

It's like magic

You put on one of these and things disappear...

Mostly your line of sight and your feet J

Squeeee!

Tonight one arrived home to find a present on the bench from Him. Now as many of you know presents from Him are not always thing that... well... any girl in her right mind would want. Some of them have been downright painful. This however, was different.

What was in the package was some lingerie. Again historically some of that has been cause for dread too. But this was completely different. This was just gorgeous. It is a deep burgundy/ plum lace mesh with tiny sequins to accent the flowers on the borders of the design.

There is a bra, knickers, fully boned suspender belt and a... not sure what you call it to be honest. It's sort of a bra, slip and suspender combination. All very sexy and of course all, well except for the bra, too hot to wear as the weather starts to crank up...

Oh...

The man is a complete fucking sadist!

Bastard!

For Sarah

Because she asked for it...

His choice in dresses...

Would someone please tell Him...

That is not a dress L

All pleas aside this little creation came from Pink Lipstick, a company that seems to produce a huge range of very little J

Waiting for...

As promised...

We nipped out yesterday and picked up the bra from Simone Perele...

The style is called Olympe

Well it had to happen

After putting it off for a long as possible one finally bit the bullet and went through the bras. After the cull there are now exactly three bras that fit and one that sort of does... providing you squint just right. There is a shelf full of corsets, both the lingerie and the more exotic lace up kind, that one is frankly too scared to even try on.

This is heart breaking... not to mention devastating to the wallet. There are bras in a bag that have been worn once, never worn but are without tags and brand new with tags. Thousands of dollars worth... all too big L

The body moved from a 38F to a 36FF and then to a 36F before settling on a 36E... right after one had just forked out for the 36Fs. Unfortunately, loath though one is to spend more money, the breasts are still too big to be allowed to roam around in an ill fitting bra. So out came the wallet again...

As it turned out we had to get Him some new work pants 'cos the new work shirts have finally arrived. He no longer looks like a pirate, but the work pants had taken on clownish proportions. As we were scampering past Simone Perele a bra caught our eye. Now one small slave hasn't darkened their door for a long while. Although they do up to a G (an Australian F) cup they are notoriously thin strapped and only have two hooks and eyes on the back. They just don't give enough support and sometimes looking fabulous is just not enough... well not at their prices

Standing there transfixed like a bunny in headlights... there was a small and very unladylike trail of drool creeping along the chin... one made inarticulate gargling noises

He bent down and said go and see if they have it in your size...

Don't wanna spend that much money on a bra that might not last more than a few weeks

They might not even have it in your size He countered in a perfectly reasonable tone

Well it is very pretty...

Go and see He whispered

And so one meandered into the shop and all was lost

Shhh... if you listen very quietly you can hear small whimpering sounds and it's not one small slave.

The bra while a good fit was too big around the back so it has been sent to Melbourne for alterations. Oh there will be pics. That bra makes the breasts look... spectacular J

Pretties

The other day one mentioned the arrival of new pretties, in spite of a bra buying ban at the moment.

They are very pretty, but all ready starting to become too big L So He has done the gentlemanly thing and promised to ravish one suitably... while wearing them... next week. In fact He was most graphic...

He put that out into the ether...

He was just asking for it...

Bastard!

Bless British Post

On the eleventh day of holidays... sung with far more joy... the twoo love gave to me...

Today was Valentine's Day, a time that is traditionally devoted to the giving of gifts and flowers and chocolates and cards. A small bit of trivia, for those who are so inclined, we often joke here that Hallmark invented the whole Valentine's Day thing, but that isn't true. What they did was capitalise on it... rather aggressively. The day was celebrated long before they took hold of it. Anyway back to us...

We don't really do Valentine's Day, but we do have little traditions. He always gives one some sort of a sex toy. That was suspended this year due to budgetary constraints. Now personally one didn't care either way. He on the other hand was somewhat mortified at his fiscal lapses. The silly thing is that having Him dress stylishly is the greatest gift.

Usually when we go out we look a bit like the odd couple. One of us is well dressed in well cut conservative clothes while the other one of us looks like a geeky adolescent. A state only added to by His proclivity for superhero t-shirts and Converse sneakers. The upshot of all this spending is that He now looks like an adult... one with button fly jeans J

So we spent the day out and about only to end up abominably late for dinner. That was how we found ourselves at a local chicken joint... one noted for its rather red decor. You know He said, you always take me to the best places for dinner on this special day. I feel so underdressed...

You would think the man would have been a little more grateful that He was getting fed... considering the circumstances.

Hey the decor is in keeping with the day one replied, ignoring His barbs

You're right He said, not looking the least bit contrite. And don't worry I will put out in exchange for this nice dinner.

Of course that was before we faced the two and a half hour drive home... He wasn't quite so chipper after that. However Valentine did produce one last miracle and saved His arse...

This arrived courtesy of British Post...

It was even an appropriate colour J

Black hearted

The downside...

Of lingerie shopping online is that it is available to anyone with a credit card...

Including Him L

Oh don't get one wrong we chose the good stuff together, but still the joke panties arrive... with no warning L

Surprise!

Stumbling out of bed one started to cross over to the source of all mornings... the kettle. Only to be shocked into wakefulness by a strange apparition... the sight of Him dressed in exercise gear.

Want to come to the gym with me?

Hell no. It's pre-mouse. There is no exercise before morning mouse or food

Oh come on it will be a great start to your day

No it won't. It's not even 6.30 am and you know... no morning mouse

He lingered in the doorway chirping away like an annoying (insert insect here... it was too early to identify the species) while bobbing around in the line of sight. All of which made one curl protectively around the mouse with narrowed eyes and a growing sense of annoyance. Seeing one was not scuttling to the door dutifully with Him he trotted off leaving one in a much better frame of mind.

Well it was until one mentally calculated how much housework, laundry and shopping had to be squeezed in over the next two days. The two miserable days that now constitute one small slave's days off. Sighing one ignored most of it in the pursuit of mouse and in fact one was still engaged in that pursuit when He came back from the gym.

When are we going to Yum Cha He enquired

Well the thought was that one would make breakfast, do some of this domestic stuff and then we could leave here about 11 am. Does that sound alright with you?

So three changes of outfits (it is amazing how a few kilos off and nothing fits the same way it did last time) and three changes of boots (OK that one was purely trying to find the right boot for the skirt and micro nets one was wearing) off we scampered for a leisurely Yum Cha lunch. With one small slave sporting some of the new underwear that had arrived courtesy of an online lingerie store and British Post.

Not a word about the colour OK?

We wended our way home via a sports shop to get Him new gloves and to replace his old squash racket for the game he has booked in for Saturday. Him and his little school chum (who also joined the gym and seemed way too keen about the bar that is being installed) are going to kill themselves at this rate...

Mind you it would mean peaceful mouse...

Peers around furtively does that make one selfish? 

A mixed bag

Today was a day for car rides, lunches, sex and naps... it all sounds very promising doesn't it. Of course as many of you know life round here often has a looking glass kind of quality. Take the car ride for instance... it sounds perfectly harmless. Yeah here to say a car ride on day three of a migraine that just won't go is ambitious to say the least.

Often when we drive along He asks what are you thinking? In this case it was more concentrate on the horizon, ignore that wave like sensation in the tummy. No, you are not going to throw up! Look at the trees... oh that is an unusual colour for a car. Wonder if they chose that off a paint chart and why? Why out of all the colours did they think that was the one for them?

Nothing too deep going on at all...

By the time the car rolled to a stop one small slave was more than ready to disembark. That exit was thwarted by a man who had developed a keen interest in what one was wearing under the dress. It seemed the explorations He had conducted as we drove along needed to be confirmed... visually.

Lunch was strangely similar to the car ride. See when one said well let's go to sushi tomorrow, a thing He has been craving for a couple of weeks now, one assumed the head would have settled down. Well we know what they say about assume don't we L So there one sat watching little bits of raw and cooked seafood on tiny beds of rice trundle past. Need we say more?

Now the sex was awesome. It even took the mind of the rest of the stuff... including the fact that the head and the stomach were competing for the title of most queasy. Though why He thinks the begging skills need to be improved is quite beyond one. To be honest one suspects He just enjoyed the sound of it yesterday... a little too much.

There one is on the cusp of an orgasm and there He is saying no. It was getting very dire and desperate towards the end... not to mention painful. Even when He said cum for me it wasn't that simple. He made one do it a few times... until one was begging him to stop.

And the nap? Ah yes one of us got about 20 minutes before the nausea got going again and the other one of us settled in for a solid four hours. By seven o'clock one went in to poke the bear... it was so fucking unfair that He was just there snoring gently...

There are limits dammit!

The rising cost of transportation

A change of plans

The day was supposed to involve going to the city to take His mother back to the heart specialist. We were then going to New Farm for breakfast and potter around. What actually happened was that one woke up still as sick as a dog... and whining like one... when the alarm went off at an ungodly hour. He said that he would take his mother to the city and come home instead.

We passed each other a little later as He was getting ready and sort of collided for hugs... one of us naturally tactile and the other one of us grateful to be let off the hook. Somehow that sort of ended up as a little masturbation... try as we might we are lousy at the whole "just hugging" thing. That was when one got pressed up against the fridge. An act that caused loud squeaks 'cos the fridge was damned cold against bare flesh.

Then the coughing started... not His might one hasten to say

And then one ended up against the kitchen bench as He started to finger a now moist cunt

And then the coughing got very persistent

Somehow one ended up pressed down onto the kitchen bench, held in place with His hand between the shoulder blades, as he fucked one roughly in the arse.

Still not quite sure how that happened

And it doesn't cure a cough at all... though the surprise did make it stop for a couple of minutes

Oh He was helping keep the lungs clear wasn't he?

Master is merciful,

Master is benevolent,

Master is kind... of an opportunist

A big one as it turned out when one took Him out for breakfast when he returned...

First it was show me your tits...

And then it was show me your cunt...

Then it was spread you thighs further apart...

Even this tiny caterpillar scurried for safety... probably thought it was going to be asked to show its wings J