Friday 19 September 2014

Give a girl a bone.

Puppy play.

This is one of my favourite things to do.

Absolutely.

Which girl doesn't like being stroked and petted?

Anyway, so I got the email inquiring as to whether I'd be interested in playing, oh yes Sir I really would! Possibly seeming too eager in my reply to organise as soon as possible (a girl has got to have her fun!)

After replying I ran into my play room threw open the cupboard and starting raking through all the toys I have in there in a strangely puppy-like manner anyway.

No luck.

I just couldn't find my puppy toys anywhere! I only came across my heavy leather collars and leads which I do love but I had the CUTEST pink spikey pup collar that has vapourised.

Ok plan B. Please remember that I had almost embarrassingly made this appointment for the evening and although I wasn't sure Sir would be particularly bothered about the missing toys I was not going to have the opportunity ruined.

An hour later I was scurrying down Edgeware Road to where Google told me the nearest pet shop was. It was so fun!  Scampering all over the place I collected a few fun brightly coloured toys that were (all natural) easy to pick up with my teeth. Except the tennis balls.. but you've got to be punished for something right?

Pet Shop Girl awww these are so cute!! You must have a girl puppy?
Charlotte You have no idea
Pet Shop Girl oh that's the sweetest!  Which breed is she! Oh you should have brought here its so dog friendly round here!
Charlotte Dog friendly you say..?

The wheels in my head have been turning since I heard that.

Walkies anyone?

Wednesday 10 September 2014

Dinner Dates.

Some of the most fabulous evenings out I have ever had have been the prequel to wonderful (naughty) nights in.

One of my favourites was sitting in a bar of The Dorchester wearing nipple clamps under my dress while I tried different cocktails.

Another time I went cliché all the way and played remote control vibrators in Gaucho. It almost fell out, talk about a moment of panic!

The most humiliating time was wearing a tight white dress, fuck-me heels and a collar to Bincho. I'm pretty sure they wanted us to leave as soon as we arrived. As we left Sir "spilt" his whisky all over me and made me walk back to Marylebone with a see through dress on. Oops!

This evening I had a date and as wonderful as it was I'm afraid it'll be the last one.  So thank you to everyone I've had a fun time with and sorry to those who didn't get a chance!

I always prefer to skip to dessert anyway!