Safe and Secure

My man left early this morning.  It might be nice to eat the best food, drink the most delicious drink and generally make all of our dreams come true, but like all of us to some degree he has a business to run and he had to go north to make sure everything is going smoothly.

He gave me a choice.  Did I want to be locked au naturelle as he put it or encased in a corset first?  As I want to swim every morning and he wasn’t sure he could come back on Friday, I chose the less taxing option.  I said good-bye in hold-up stockings, a pair of my highest heels, a quarter-cup bra that exposed my pierced nipples and the Neosteel belt.  It was an image that I hope would draw him back earlier than he had planned.

After he’d left, I changed the shoes for a new pair of chunky boots much more suitable for walking, and put on a long tweed skirt and a jumper.  With a leather jacket, and matching woollen scarf, hat and gloves I was ready to walk the Heath.

I returned with lunch about one and cooked it for Harry and an old school-friend of his, who’d flown in from Australia.  Afterwards they announced that a group of four of them were going to meet in another’s flat and they’d deliver Harry back late tomorrow.

At first I was shocked, but then it is London and you’re never far from a good hospital and if he felt he could go out, then he can’t be that bad.  Perhaps, just being by himself doesn’t do him any good.  And would you want to lay down and die being looked after by your mother?  Is it some sort of failure?

So since four, I’ve been alone.  And quite frankly I’ve enjoyed it!  Perhaps, I’ve been feeling a little guilty, but so what!

In some ways, it was just like old times tonight, as I went down the pub on the corner for supper and a couple of glasses of wine.  Because of the belt, I couldn’t corset myself tight, but I did wear a long leather skirt and a skimpy top under a leather jacket.

I enjoyed myself!  I think I’ll need more than one night like that to get me through the next few months.