It was my birthday yesterday. I like to dress-up nicely on such special occasions.
This is what was lying underneath my clothes at work yesterday:
Shhh…you won’t tell on me, right? It’s our little secret.
More to follow soon on the extra treats I got from Mister.
Yippee!! Placement finished! Just two final days back up in college and then I shall have finished my Post-Graduate course! I shall be a Qualified Pandorah!
My last day was spent with lots of mushiness through cards, cake and flowers from an unexpected source.
But I have a feeling you are wanting to know about my other, more private celebrations – did I wear my stockings and suspenders? Well, short answer to that is: Yes, yes I did. I wore them with pride, excitement and energy. I know I would stumble about in the morning so pre-prepared the hooks from the garter belt to the top of the stockings last night before I went to bed – and that took me nearly ten whole minutes – goodness knows how late I would have been if I’d left it until the morning to affix said hooks.
Anyway. Off I trotted in my work heels and naughty hosiery and had such a smily, bittersweet day – an end to my time there, but looking forward to the future kinda thing.
I came home a little earlier and had a play with my camera. Hope you like.
Looking at my knees…
Quite like this one. I might use one of these as my avatar – y’know, obligatory stocking avatar. Just for a little while perhaps.
Any who, enjoy! I shall be enjoying myself tonight in celebrations of the flesh and of the tapas. Mmm.
As it was Friday today I thought I’d treat myself to a bit of personal naughtiness.
I find there’s naught more sexy and ego-boosting than doing something that makes you feel that little bit of a minx in an everyday situation. So today as I was getting dressed at god-knows-what o’clock this morning I peeked into my underwear drawer for something a little more exotic than the usual black underwear I usually plump for. Not only did my pretty turquoise bra say to me ‘Please oh gorgeous one, wear me today’, but my suspender belt also was looking at me in a despondant light. Now I have somewhat neglected my stockings and suspenders of late, and as it was Friday and a special occasion (last day spent at a particular point in my course) I got myself dressed in the full garb: stockings, suspenders, pretty bra and my skirt get up. Teehee!
It really puts a spring in your step if you go to work/evening out etc.. knowing you’re wearing something that’s considered very kinky and alluring these days. Add that to the fact it makes you feel oh-so feminine with a slight sense of empowerment in the knowledge that no-one else knows you’re wearing stockings and suspenders and you are really set up for the good few hours ahead of you.
So I was walking around during the day with the occasional smile emerging from my lips – people must have thought I’d finally cracked under the pressure – saying hello to everyone I passed on the stairs. A really lovely day was had today.
I believe my inner minx was quite sated by the time I got home. I do so love to get her going. Not many people get to see her. The privileged few I could probably count on one hand. And then, Mister has been the only one to see her in the full light of discovery. She’s a tricksy one, our inner minx. She loves to come out to play, and gets upset when she’s not taken out often enough – possibly why Tuesdays are hard! (see earlier post) I have come to the conclusion she must be released every 4-5 days or else things start to get a little…tense, shall we say?
Now. Inner minxes are not to be confused with sex-drive. Minxes in this sense refer to the mischievous sides to our sexuality. I do wonder what the male equivalent would be called…answers on a postcard please!
Well…anyway. Day spent in stockings would have been absolutely perfect, except for getting a bloody hole/small ladder in them at about 10.30am. Bugger. Ah well…who cares…the slightly dishevelled look never hurt anyone. And it was a quite sweet/sexy little ladder too! Maybe I should rip my stockings more often…I did have a pair of fish-nets that turned into something that would have let a whale through in the end…but even they had their uses.
So, gentlemen. Take heed whenever you see a lady with a smile to herself – especially if she appears to be in tights. Maybe, just maybe she’s in something a little more exotic and your complimentary salute will mean the world to her inner minx.
