They also serve who only...

 ... buy an overpriced coffee and carry some groceries.

This is the first chance I've had to pause and reflect after a fabulous Friday last week, as afterwards I was laid low by a lurgy that has had me coughing and barking like a dog and not in the good way.

Last Friday was a delayed start to slut season, the time of the year when I shave myself closely so my stockings and suspenders feel so heavenly. We had our usual Friday fun, some cuddles, some spooning with snoozes, some wascally wabbit attacks, some Miss time, some little spooning with my teats in her hands and her teeth on my arm (still happily bruised). 

After a while we went downstairs and after a lovely dinner, we adjourned to the sofa where I donned my strait jacket for a through going therapy session. 2 hours of edging torture of the most exquisite kind, interrupted only for a pause for dessert. Profiteroles and cream fed to me while I stayed bound, delicious to be helpless but pampered. As I was listening to the tick of the old mantel clock, especially the whirr of the gear as it prepared to strike the half hour and the hour, time bending as edge bled into edge, panting and happy. 

When finished, i then went to bed, slept many hours and was finished again in the morning. 

After which I went  home and was will for a week. 

And with family duties this week, all I could manage as a follow up this week was to meet Miss for a coffee and help her with her shopping as far as the station. Which being the big smoke was virtually a tenner (madness) but I was happy to pay it for the pleasure of her company, her hug and the smile on her face as we parted.

Until next week and another date with the straitjacket, ma belle Tyrante.