Wednesday. No – Sunday! And if it’s Sunday, it must be a themed special. What’s the theme today? Well, we continue to delay the scheduled World War M post, because of unpleasant (and, it would seem, somewhat poorly thought-out) developments in the so-called ‘real world’, so today we are once again celebrating that most delightful of feminine attitudes: being utterly, stubbornly, deliciously unreasonable.
On Tuesday I’m due to go and see a lady I’ve not had a session with before and we’ve agreed on email that it’ll be a domestic scene in which she scolds me, is demanding and impossible to please and generally thoroughly unreasonable. Which sounds lovely, but what if she changes her mind and just decides to do something else on a whim?
Let’s Put on the Show Right Here!
That’s all well and good for teenagers doing musical theatre! But what on earth would the reaction be if my mistress decided to do that with a session in respectable West London?
Actually, all she would need to do is lead me (by the collar, I presume) a block or two westwards. A little CBT, bondage and breathplay probably wouldn’t look that out of place outside Shepherd’s Bush tube. Especially at the weekend.
One can but dream . . .
PP
Alice alfresco, so to speak? I’m sure you’re right: the West Londoners wouldn’t bat an eyelid. Rather there than dragged along the notorious ‘murder mile’ near Ms Morrigan Hel’s establishment of the same name.
Best wishes
S
Not so much Alice through the looking glass as Alice in the underpass!
Now that is a thought!
PP
I’m sure Cruella must have done a shoot in an underpass some time. The guy shooting those either has a love of brutalism and faded industrial wastelands, or a very low budget. But then we’re not really looking at the surroundings, are we?
Best wishes
S
Here we go: glamour, Cruella-style. (And just for the avoidance of doubt: I love it!).