Another busy social weekend in the lead up to Christmas which is not that far away. I had My first Christmas Party to attend at the Gold Coast Turf Club and naturally My chauffeur would be on call to get Me and My 24/7 slave to the event.
After placing My chauffeur’s duties in his calendar, I had a last minute change as a brief visit to My dungeon prior to attending the event was necessary. This did not unduly delay My arrival and ParkHer got U/us to the venue safely. The Turf Club was not too busy – only a group of females near the entrance and a group of males closer to O/our car. Not surprisingly, My chauffeur in his uniform and chauffeur’s cap, attracted much attention from both groups.
ParkHer was dismissed and told that he could expect a phone call from Me at any time from 2.30pm onwards with instructions to come and collect Me. The party was most enjoyable and I did end up calling My slave unexpectedly, seeking his advice on a race and his suggestion ended up coming a close second so no win on this occasion. It was all in fun and I had a fabulous time, so much so that ParkHer was not summoned until much later in the afternoon than I had anticipated.
Upon departure, there was no room to wait in the area set aside for limousines and I had to wait in clearer view near the taxi stand. By this time there were loads of people milling about making their way home. Once again, as My chauffeur got on with his duties after his arrival, all eyes were upon him, including those of the limo drivers on the opposite side, much to My bemusement and that of My 24/7 slave!
Having arrived home, I realised there was little point in slave tate going to his apartment as he would have to return fairly soon to take Me to My dungeon where I had arranged a play session with My toy, Ms Servitude. As My slave had been invited to attend and I was in no mood to cook, pizza was on the menu.
Immediately after dinner, W/we caught up with My toy at My dungeon where I did some long awaited rope bondage and rope suspension. The initial part incorporated the stool which soon led to the idea of full suspension using the waist as one anchor point and the top of the thighs as another point. My toy was in heaven the moment the stool was removed from beneath her and she was swinging freely.
Throughout this process, slave tate and Kane were busy chatting and taking some photos amidst their conversation. Ms Servitude’s time in suspension eventually came to an end and W/we finished O/our little get together with some yummy crackers and cheese followed by delicious cupcakes. My slave chauffeured Me home and as he had to collect his jacket and cap from inside, I gave him a surprise task of washing My lovely big pile of dishes before he could be finally dismissed for the night.
With every intention of being available for My maid the next afternoon, I awoke on Sunday morning with the realisation that I had run out of shiny pantyhose and would need a pair in the afternoon. slave tate was promptly contacted with instructions to detour via Myer on his way to My house to purchase 2 pairs of shiny black pantyhose for Me. I told him not to waste time by looking for them himself but to ask the salesperson for assistance.
slave tate arrived promptly with pantyhose in hand and I left maid marian with a list of cleaning duties to perform whilst I was off to deal with another slave.
Thank Goddess for collared slaves – both My boys have been busy chauffeuring Me around over the last week while My car was being repaired. By the time slave connor had picked Me up and W/we returned home, it was getting quite late in the afternoon and maid marian had just about finished her cleaning duties. It is not that often that I have both boys free at the same time and instead of cooking, W/we first had coffee and then I invited them to join Me for a dinner of grilled salmon, chips and salad. The other advantage of sharing dinner with My slaves, they get to wash and dry all the dishes afterwards.