Wet Run

One of the things that strikes me in my relationship with Sir is the extent to which he wants to know and to control what i am going to wear for him. We have now agreed the wardrobe for our next meeting and yesterday morning (while i worked from home!) we had a bit of a dry (or maybe wet, since i soon was) run.

Standing in front of my bedroom mirror in shortish dress that adequately covered my stockings and some very nice silver heels (i never realised when i bought those shoes how hard it would be to find clothes that would match them), i lifted my dress for him. He couldn't see this of course, he was over a hundred miles away and we don't do that webcam thing (not my cup of tea), rather we use the old fashioned phone. i described what could be seen if i bent over. We talked though meeting as if strangers in a coffee shop, me dropping something and bending over, my sitting opposite him and how much he might see if he looked under the table at my open legs. We talked about the possibility of walking around a supermarket together while my nipples were clamped. These discussions and writing about it now have an amazing effect on me. I reported that i was wet and sir as usual allowed me to touch myself and to orgasm for him.

Given a chance i would always prefer to be with Sir in person, giving myself to him. But when that can't happen online chats and definitely phone chats are a useful. They help remind me of who and what i am. They help me remember that i am his slut (he particularly likes me to tell him i am his slut, his whore as i cum) and they help set  me up for whatever else i am going to do.

I worked till just after lunch time (not that i actually ate lunch at lunch time) then i prepared a picnic for my brother, his girlfriend, hubby and i and we headed off to the races for an evening meeting. Wearing the knickers i had been wearing all day (different dress, no stockings) i was reminded frequently of what had happened during the morning and the discussions we had had. At the racecourse we sat on a blanket on the ground between races. With the start of the race though i got up, jumped about a bit to encourage my horse on (you have to embrace these opportunities for a bit of excitement). This whole process of sitting, standing and realising where your underwear is definitely serves as a reminder (Sir will love this bit),about what you were doing in them earlier.

We had a great time, i choose  my horses on the basis of their name, or if i have heard of the jockey and was unsuccessful this time. Hubby who applies some kind of secret knowledge to his decision making had a few good wins. Trouble is he tends to get a bit carried away and bets away his winnings given half a chance, on this occasion though i extracted a wad of cash which he can have back tomorrow. While there is no profit, the evening cost us the price of the admission, so that seems like a reasonable result.

There was a concert afterwards. Tom Jones still has a great voice and performed well. But he spent more time on music from his latest album rather than classic stuff, it was crowded, we couldn't get close enough to see properly and my back was aching (too much sitting then standing and jumping). Shortly before the end, feeling peckish (just the picnic all day) we headed off to a very nice Chinese restaurant and had a simple, reasonably light but very very nice meal before heading home.

My assessment of the day? Lovely in every way! 

Picture: Woman standing in front of a mirror, Christopher Wilhelm Eckersberg (1783-1853)

Almost too excited

Two events will happen at the end of this week. The first one will be when my son arrives home from the USA on Friday. He has been studying in California for the last academic year, though he did come home for Christmas. We went over to see him for his birthday in February, meeting his American girlfriend, some of his friends and taking him to Vegas!

Saturday sees hubby going on an annual day to the races which will enable Sir and i to have a day out in the great Britich outdoors (please let the weather hold)!

So i am almost too excited to work (though of course i am functioning fine at work). i am anxious about getting the son's room ready in time (carpet arrives Thursday; yes i am cutting it fine). Plus Sir and i are almost over planning the day we will have (online and this morning on the phone). Sir has in mind some naked outdoor play, some bondage, nipple clamps (if he has bought them), lots of naughty sex, food (there will always be food as sex makes Sir very hungry) and fun. We always have fun.

In a way i dont want to get Friday over - i just want it to arrive. Your baby is always your baby and i so want to see him. But a day with Sir. Well I want that too!

O what a week

This week's two lunchtime phone sessions have been rounded off by a third last night. i am currently in a hotel in the East of the Country where i am on a work related course. Last evening after dinner with my kindle in the hotel bar (plus a glass of a very average sauvignon blanc) i returned to my lonely room and dressed for sir. i have mentioned before that i am intrigued by my willingness to dress as instructed when the person who did this instructing can't see me.  Of course i did it and enjoyed the feeling of the sexy underwear as we spoke to each other on the phone. Sir had his children staying (which is why he was unable to join me) and the fact that he whispered down the phone to make sure his older child couldn't hear if not quite asleep made it all the sexier.

Phone sex is no replacement for the real thing but when you can't have reality it is pretty sexy and being told what to touch and where, what toys to use and where is even more erotic. We talked about where we will go next time i get down to his place and what we will do when we are there. He is pushing himself and me to try some new things and i am as he says a willing pupil.

i finished my latest book, the second in the Masters at Arms series. i think i will write a review of both the books read so far tomorrow morning.

So despite being alone in a hotel room i am a happy bunny and am feeling pretty fulfilled and loved. That can't be a bad end to a week can it?

On the Phone

You might call this post ophone, rather than iphone!

i have a couple of days off to decorate my son's room. i have been looking forward to these days, not specifically because of the decorating though that is quite theraputic (when you have moved on from painting the ceiling which is quite painful), particularly for someone like me who has lots to consider right now.

i love listening to music when i am doing things like painting, and i like to choose music to fit my mood. This morning's selection has included Adele, Mumford and Sons and Keane. i find you can fit the lyrics to many a song to your thoughts and feelings. One of my favourite songs ever is Keane's "Somewhere only we know". This made me think of a place Master took me last week in the great English outdoors and got me thinking about the things we did there. There is something about being outside that i find very erotic. But then most things i do with Sir right now is pretty erotic. As i am not entirely shallow i also spent quite a bit of Adele's albumn considering the state of my relationship with the man with whom i live and what i am going to do in the mid to longer term. i would like to stay living together, and to be able to see Sir openly, but i don't think that will work for him. Still i will continue to work that one through in my head. i think i will return to that at a later date here as this place is quite a good one for thinking things through.

Sir arranged with me yesterday that we would have a phone 'chat' today at lunchtime. We arranged what i would wear. i really do love wearing what sir tells me to, even if i know he can't see me. Today it was my split bra and knicker set, suspenders, stockings and high heel fuck me shoes. i have had to put myself out and at 12.30 there i was having my second shower of the day (decorating is hot and colourful work) before dressing. We have been talking about Sir buying me some nipple clamps; this idea definitely appeals to me as i very much like having then pinched and bitten. So today he suggested clothes pegs to try it out. And wow what an amazing experience.iI put them on while we were talking about things we have done and will do in the future. Boy it was like being short circuited! i had the most amazing orgasm right there on the phone with Sir. Nipples pegged and clit massaged. i  had to lie down afterwards due to being just a little on the light headed side. Sir was pretty pleased and is definitely keen on the clamps now, and wow so am i.

So back in my decorating clothes; back to work. Just got to decide on some suitable music for the afternoon session. something up beat to match my mood i think!