If you really want out, just find the door and you can leave.
Seriously. Just go over to the door, it’s not even locked.
No hassle at all.
I’ll give you a few minutes to decide.
And if I find you’re still here, I’ll assume you’ve decided to stay.
thigh highs
She has a set of rules to follow regarding how to sit in chairs. Perhaps they’re a little particular, but most are in the interest of posture, others aesthetic.
When she’s caught, she’ll insist that she’s sitting up straight. She will tell you how this shows her off better, how it makes prominent the lacing of her corset or the thin fabric over her rear.
And it will all make perfect sense, but so will the added punishment of the top of the back of the chair digging into her stomach as she’s pulled up, bent over it and dealt with properly.
“Buy the ticket, take the ride." – Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.
The Winter Formal, Part 2
We were all having a blast before we knew it. Wine was poured out, laughter bounced around the room, and the impending threat of finals was – for the night – left back at our dorm rooms. It was a nice change to see everyone dressed up and amidst the formality of the event, there was definitely a pervading sense of ease.
“I would like to propose a toast…”
I raised my glass and started roasting my friends. It was in good spirit, maybe a bit acerbic, but never hurtful. We laughed, we clinked glasses, we cracked jokes. It was nice to just relax, to just enjoy each other. The evening was off to a great start.
Top Hat and Tush
These next few days are going to require discipline. Unfortunately, not the sort I’m inclined to enjoy.
Perfect commentary, absolutely true.
I’m strong. I will put up a fight, but not to be a brat, or to manipulate. It’s not because I’m not a ‘true’ submissive. I fight because I need to know you’re stronger than me.
“Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.” – Zelda Fitzgerald.
SG has a go-to phrase for when I’m stressed out.
“Would you please calm down? Everything’s going to be fine. We’re the beautiful people.”
I’m not entirely sure how that solves anything, but it’s certainly nice to remember.
Blue bra? Nope.
Red lace panties? You betcha.
Green thigh highs? If only.
One third of the way to life imitating art. Or something. Tell me this little arrangement isn’t perfect.
I’m thinking of opening a chapter of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee. And we’d have to all show up like this. Uh huh.