how very forward of one

I was lying in bed the other day and day dreaming as usual in the cosiness of the under the covers world. Day dreaming being the usual euphemism for tweaking my chest, grinding my hips onto the mattress and riding edges while I think about smut. Or Miss. Or smut with Miss.

I have a thing for non verbal messaging and signals as I have made clear here before many times, and even where I am ok with verbalising i prefer simple one word commands to keep things simple.

So one of my favourite signals involves a piece of jewellery I bought Miss - a pendant for her neck which replaced a much beloved one she had had for very many years with many deep emotional connections that can sadly never be restored. The pendant i got her is British designed and very nice, subtle and celtic and while it can never properly replace what was lost it is as good as one can get I hope. 

In the spirit of our friendship i have tried to keep things as light and friendly as possible. So while my gift was designed to be meaningful and fully reflect the value i place on our friendship, and the deep affection i have for Miss, it is also meant to be playful. So when she would occasionally wear it outside her usual jumper or top, I would note this and say that it was, in effect, her being very forward as the pendant was like a lucky charm that beckoned, nay insisted, me give her chest the tenderest, most thorough rub I can muster. When we get home I do just that, rubbing at least twice, and if the wascally wabbits are about, three times. Each time I make sure that her pendant is properly and prominently displayed, often tracing my motions from the pendant to her magnificences.

The pendant is now a beautiful signal between us. If I see it over breakfast, or lunch, hanging outside her jumper, it means she is ordering me to worship her chest as she, and I, love. I will sometimes sit opposite and twitch with happy memories and longing for the upcoming chance to serve my Miss. It may be forward of her, but i love to see it and the instruction it represents. I trust she looks forward to what she is directing as much as me.  

So i was lying in bed the other day, rolling about and thinking on how I could be as forward. Then i thought, there was a brief trend a while ago for women to leave their flies undine to show their underwear. I saw this a few times and it was referenced in a tv show so pretty sure it wasn't my imagination. So i thought, might i try something the same? Leave my fly open so Miss can get a peep at my panties of choice and get me to explain what my colour choice means.

For example, i have ordered some butt scrunch, butt lifting gym shorts. In HOT PINK. 

I'll be wearing them on Friday to see if they fit comfortably (or whether women wear them to just show off their bottoms). They'll be under my usual conservative dark trousers. Except not entirely. for I'll accidentally leave open my fly, which Miss will hopefully catch sight of when I go to sit down to breakfast without my heavy dark coat on. 

When we are on the train again she will be able to see a flash of the HOT PINK and know what it means and that the knoblet and his cowardly friends are close to hand, close to her marauding hands on the train. That she can slip her hand into my open fly and maul the knoblet knowing it is protected by only the thinnest of lycra. 

And knowing happily that only the most outrageous butt slut would wear HOT PINK butt lifting gym shorts, cut to an obscene short length and leaving nothing to the imagination. And the only way to treat such a shameless butt slut? Why to make sure that their bottom is treated as it deserves and craves. Lots of spanking, lots of fondling and squeezing and pinching, and finally more spanking. Only way to treat the shameless...