sexyred1
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ORIGINAL: gorgeous1 Well, good day to all of you! I just couldn't leave you all hanging...so I'll tell you how my evening went. I wore my black and red corset, some fishnet stockings, leather calf high 3 inch heeled boots, a black calf-length pencil skirt, a 40's style black button down blouse with adorable puffed sleeves and a silver chain belt over the blouse. My hair was in a pony tail and my bangs were curled a-la-Bettie Page. It was very difficult to concentrate on the meeting at times, because every time i took a breath, I could feel the firm hugging of my corset, and when I walked, the straps of my garters stroked my legs and thighs. I wear my Tiffany collar and lock 24/7 (unless I'm wearing my service collar during play time) but the fact that he reminded me that it was to be worn made me conscious of it. I got compliments from men and women on my outfit, and I managed to not blush when I said thank you, and took a secret delight in my secret underneath. The meeting was politics as usual, and the usual stupidity and poop spewed from the mouths of the usual suspects. I won a few battles and lost a few, and I resisted the urge to lunge across the table and box Ms. Earwax-eater's ears. Mr. Devil's Advocate narrowly escaped my acting out a secret fantasy I have always had...to wad up the two page Agenda and shove it into his mouth like a ball gag, his slobber and blather slowly dissolving the pulp into easily digestible information. My two allies invited me over for an after meeting strategy discussion, and I cheerfully said, "Sorry guys, I can't tonight. My husband said I am to come straight home." One of them said, "You're such a good girl. I'll walk you to your car." They are both twice my age...they see me as a daughter-type, and are traditional guys, so they didn't even bat an eyelash at my being such a good wife and going straight home. So I drove straight home, and walked in the door. Hubby told me I looked amazing and told me to slowly unbutton my shirt. Then he said it wasn't slow enough and to button it back up and do it over. I will spare you the details, but yes, my beloved service collar was put on, my favorite gag, and a detailed lecture followed about my new cell phone, and somehow the mundane discussion of a cell phone became one of the most delicious things I have ever experienced. A great night was had by all, and I have been informed that I should be expecting another phone call this afternoon... Hey G, what a totally fun post, you lucky wicked girl! I hope you got just what you deserved. Loved all the details. Hawt!!!
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