That was that

We were talking this afternoon. I have had a couple of really good weeks at work. Things have just gone right, everything that should have happened has; paperwork has not fallen down on me in an avalanche, equipment has worked...everything has just been good.
The week is over, I have two days off, and I was invited to a party...things were looking good. He had told me I could go, in fact I was to go and that I was to stay late and enjoy myself.

So this afternoon when we  were talking and i was beginning to get ready, I was happy and relaxed. He watched me shower as he does everyday, he watched me dry myself and it was a very lighthearted exchange, he told me I looked like I was off to a toga party,

He watched me get the cream and then asked me why I was covering myself in cream who it was for...somewhere along the line forgetting that he told me I must do it everyday....but ...........I told him and he laughed .

It was all very lovely.

I asked him if I could be allowed to please (can you see the note of beggingness here?) possibly have a drink at the party. "Yes" was his answer, "half a glass".

 "Half a glass?"..."half"...:really ...half?"

 There were notes,in fact whole symphonies of incredulity in my response.

He was certain, that he meant only half a glass.

Well, my mood dropped a little. I am not a big drinker, in fact I hardly drink at all...but really....half a glass!

So I "Yes Sired" and silently cursed him and hoped he got sunburn in the unseasonal British weather.
and then he started......................

"As you have been so cheeky, back chatting , forgetting things, giving me a 'bit of lip', you can choose.......
You can choose one of the following to wear to the party......................
A peg
 a needle
 or the TENS unit."

Oh how my little slavey heart sank.

I think my lip even began to protrude........................
It's not much of a choice.

The needle is not safe..it may fall out and without a "Sharps Box" how can I carry out "safe practice'?

The TENS unit......what I was wearing at his insistence would not conceal it ..............and also sweaty bodies at a party and self adhesive pads don't mix.

So it left the peg.

Now if you have ever worn a peg on a pierced nipple under a bra for hours you will be with me on this on....you just don't want to....its not nice.

"For the whole party Sir, the whole time? for hours Sir? till I come home Sir"

And my little slavely heart sunk lower and lower ...my skipping around the room in anticipation settled into a small sulk on my knees as I talked to him,
"You can phone me after an hour and ask to take it off slave"

And for some strange reason, all of a sudden I was happy again..................
And then he said

"Slave go and enjoy your party...no peg. Home by midnight Cinders"

And that was that.

Painting the town red?

Its Friday night.......am I going out? am I going to hit the town and paint it red?

Am  I going to party like its 1999?

Am I hunting out my glad rags and putting on my dancing shoes?

No

There is a big duvet with my name on it, clean cool sheets, 1908 songs on my ipod and  new headphones and a cool A/ C ,a good book (Winter in Madrid) and the promise of a long sleep with a lie in till 8.


I think I must be getting old...that all sounds so much more appealing than a night out......
So dinner, a shower and then the bed...sweet dreams blog world and to all of you just getting up....ITS FRIDAY......................