Doing A Carol 10
Dear Diary.
It’s a Saturday afternoon and I’m back working in my Surrey boutique, trying to do things to take my mind off about what’s going to happen tonight.
I’m not sure if I’m scared, excited or stupid. Whatever it is, my stomach has been churing all day, cursed by a case of the dreaded first time nerves.
I’ve been chatting to Michael by text over the past week and he wants to make sure that I’m still OK about meeting him.
Of course I am. I can’t wait. The weekend has taken ages to come around, with what seems as though the time had passed so slowly on purpose.
I’ve been looking forward to today, ticking the days off mentally in my methodic mind and physically preparing my self with a series of ritual pre show waxing, moisturising and a general all over preening sessions.
I’m not sure if Jerry has noticed that I had a spring in my step all week, but I have been a bit skittish and not my usual calm self. Who can blaim me?
Then I received this message from Michael.
Ping. ‘Instructions. When we meet on Saturday night, I want you to wear black sexy underwear and stockings, a white or light coloured front buttoned up dress and a black wig.’
What? What’s his game? Is this his kink?
‘Why?’
Ping. ‘Because.’
Bastard.
Should I be annoyed by this, his arrogance, his ego and his demands? Or do I, in a strange submissive kind of way find this dominate side of him attractive and desirable?
I should be the one giving him orders as he’s the one doing all the chasing as he wants to fuck my brains out.
I’m not used to being bossed about as that’s usually my job, so why am I giving him my power?
And why am I finding this unchartered territory unnerving, intriguing and interesting?
You can see my dilemma, can’t you? I so want him to take me, defile my aching body, crack the code, break the seal to Jerry’s personal pussy, make me dance diligently upon his loaded weapon and let me squirm within his flowing man juice.
But I don’t want to seem easy and succumb to his demands. If I do, where would that lead me? Could I trust myself with him taking the lead?
I’m sure I could. I’m a big girl now! But what if I did allow him, want him to take charge for a change? There’s nothing wrong with that, is there? It’s just for fun! For shits and giggles.
Anyway, were consensual adults, now part of the sexual revolution, an awaking of sexual equality and balance. It’s not as if it’s going to be a full-time thing. Just a one off, isn’t it?
Especially if it’s done on my terms. Is that so wrong? I don’t know. I’m really flustered at the moment. My brain isn’t functioning properly. It’s as though I’m a teenager again, going on my first date.
I don’t know what to expect tonight. My head is cloudy in anticipation and my heart is pounding heavily.
I just want him to desire me as a woman, a goddess and a lover. And not to be treated like a piece of cheap meat laid out on the slabs of a shabby market stall for any Tom, Dick or Harry to have a fondle and grope.
Mmm. Thinking about it, a threesome does sounds fun.
Back to the matter in hand, oh Diary, what am I going to do?
Silly question. We know that answer already, don’t we?
Ping. ‘Do you have everything as requested?’
Here we go.
‘Yes I do.’
Ping. ‘Good. Meet me tonight at 10pm in the Dog And Bone car park. It’s about five miles from the village. I’ll send you the post code.’
‘It ok. I’ve been passed that place many times. I thought it was closed down.’
Well it looks like it should be just by going on the outside decor. It’s a rundown place that’s renowned for its undesirable clientele, a so called spit and sawdust pub. Definitely ‘not’ the place to be seen in!
Ping. ‘No. It’s the perfect place for what I have in mind.’
‘And what’s that?’
Ping. ‘You’ll see. Remember to wear what I told you.’
‘It’s in my bag, ready for your pleasure, sir.’
Ping. ‘Mmm. Good girl. You’re making me hard just thinking about you in your sexy outfit.’
‘That’s what I want to hear. I can’t wait to see it and feel it when it’s hard.’
Ping. ‘You won’t be disappointed. ‘
‘I’m sure I won’t.’
Ping. ‘Good. I also have a surprise for you.’
Oh shit. I don’t do surprises. ‘What is it?’
Ping. ‘Can’t say, but you will enjoy it.’
Mysterious and exciting.
Ping. ‘Now wait for further instructions.’
Further instructions? What is this?
Ping. ‘See you later my sexy slut.’
Slut? And now he’s calling me a slut! How can he call me that? We haven’t done anything yet! Well, I guess with what I’ll be wearing, it will be very revealing, that’s for sure. But it will be dark and no one will be able to see me. Thank goodness.
I looked at my watch that Jerry bought me for our anniversary last year.
Only a few hours to go. That will give me plenty of time to lock up the shop, have a bath, pamper myself and have a drink or too. I think I’ll need some Dutch courage, just enough to take the edge off tonight’s activities, don’t you?
Right, back to work.
Oops, almost forgot. Need to book a cab. I mustn’t be late, must I?
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