Plenty to get through today before I head out to Brisbane this evening to meet some old friends (and meet some new ones).
No time for breakfast before I go so a quick detour to the bakery to get something to eat. After choosing something for Myself (with an obligatory lunchtime coffee fix), I thought I had better get a little something for slave tate to eat – nothing too extravagant – he had already put on weight this week instead of losing weight as is expected. A nice cape seed roll should be healthy enough for him – LOL. And drinks-wise, there is a plentiful supply of fresh water from the tap!
slave tate arrived and immediately after finishing My lunch and coffee, the photo shoot was underway. No time to waste – I had a hectic social evening coming up.
Back to slave tate – I had decided as there were extenuating circumstances which would have influenced his weight gain this last week, it was not entirely his fault and punishment was not appropriate on this occasion (much to his relief – going by the expression on his face – the poor thing – not!).
I also decided to put My slave out of his misery after his pathetic attempts to cum on TWO occasions when he had been given permission to do so. But not before leaving him wondering whether I would or wouldn’t – nothing like a little torment for the mind first *wicked grin*. I have always warned him that he would be TOTALLY under My power and control but I don’t think he really believed Me – seems to have changed his mind more recently.
Time’s passing and after sending My slave back home with instructions for maid marian for Monday, I had to get Myself appropriately dressed for the night out (and packed with an overnight bag). What to wear was the first obstacle. Made up My mind fairly quickly – short black skirt with pleats, zip up French Lace cardigan (birthday present from slave tate), Jonathon Aston contrast seam stockings (beige with black seams) and 3″ black leather shoes with leather laced ankle straps.
I was driving Myself for a change instead of having My slave chauffeuring was a novel treat (can’t have My slave hanging around on Our girls night out). The evening would be that much easier for Me by having a friend’s place to stay at overnight in Brisbane, instead of the usual driving back at some unGoddessly hour!