So why does a cynical curmudgeon like me love Valentine’s Day, you ask? Simple. It’s that Late Bloomer thing again. Many, many Valentine’s Days spent alone when I was young, gorging myself on See’s Candy and crying. Hating all the damned ads and commercials, all the pretty displays in the malls. Feeling like Charlie Brown. (“I know nobody loves me; why do we have to have Valentine’s Day to emphasize it?”)
Then I met John… and I’ve loved Valentine’s Day ever since. 🙂 Yeah, I know it’s commercial. I don’t care.
My sweetie is still sick and injured, but he sent me roses — a whole week early! He figured I’d be more surprised that way, and I was. I’m hoping we can celebrate this coming weekend, if he feels better.
But in the meantime, I had a lovely time tonight with my toppy Valentine, ST. He had quite the nice surprise for me as well.
After he arrived and sat down, he pulled over his toy bag and started unzipping it. Hmmm; guess we’re going to skip the small talk, huh? But then he said, “Well, what have we here?” and he pulled out a bright red Frederick’s of Hollywood shopping bag. !!!!
I love Frederick’s. VS is nice, but I like Frederick’s so much more. Looking inside the bag, I first noticed a package of black thigh-high stockings, fishnet, with a seam up the back and lace tops. Gorgeous! There was also something bundled in black tissue paper, which I eagerly opened. Ohhhh, my. It was a red-and-black lace corset, with black spaghetti straps and garters attached.
I’ve never had a corset, so this was another first for the late bloomer. I’ve tried them on, but I never would let John buy me one, protesting that they’re too expensive. I’d make jokes, saying I enjoyed breathing. But this was exquisite. Came with a little matching g-string, too. The kind of thing I’d ooh and aah at dreamily in a store window, but would never buy for myself.
We did have a little comedy of errors getting me into my new outfit, however. Too bad we didn’t film it; it was pretty hilarious. This corset has the usual lacing up the back, but unlike some others, it doesn’t open in the front. So the only way to get it on was over my head. Unfortunately, it was a size small. I’m flattered, but it was too small. I may be thin, but I’m tall and I have wide shoulders. So, the wrestling began. I was determined to wear it tonight anyway.
ST loosened the lacing as much as possible, and then I pulled it over my head. I stood with my arms straight up while ST yanked and pulled, but it wouldn’t budge. He managed to get it loosened just a bit more, then tugged down on it, tugging and tugging (and cracking me up with his grunting noises) until finally it went down past my shoulders and over my torso. Then he tightened the lacing. There was a several-inch gap when it was pulled as tight as he could get it, but it still looked spectacular.
And then the fishnet stockings! Those fit perfectly, and I recruited ST to snap the garters in place for me (those were rather uncooperative and took several attempts). But at last, I slipped on some heels, and voila:
Isn’t it lovely? That was worth the work to get it on me! I feared I wouldn’t be able to get it back off, but we put that aside for the time being. After all, we had other things to do.
We kept it simple tonight, implement-wise. Of course, we had to use the heart-shaped paddle that he made for me last Valentine’s Day. He also wanted to draw hearts on my bottom with eyeliner or a Sharpie and then fill them in with reddened flesh, but I nixed that idea. (insert eye-roll here) Along with the paddle, just a couple of his straps plus the leather spanking buddy. No canes tonight. And mostly OTK, although I took a fair amount of strapping while bending over/kneeling on the bed.
You know why he was spanking me? Because I was wearing naughty clothes. “You bought me those naughty clothes!” I protested. “Yes, but you didn’t have to wear them! I was just testing you!” Oh, brother.
Not much banter tonight, once I settled down and stopped giggling. I felt sexy and sensual and my body relished every stroke deeply. I went so far into subspace, he didn’t even ask me to count the final flurry. He knew I wouldn’t be able to.
Of course, once we wound down and had uploaded the photos from his camera, it was time for Operation Remove Corset. It was actually a little easier than it had been getting it on; he loosened the ties, had me raise my arms over my head and then he yanked upward. Yank-yank-yank, and then it gave way and popped off. He’s going to take it back and exchange it for a medium. (OK, so I wore it a couple of hours. Sue me. :-Þ I was freshly showered!)
I had a little heart-shaped box of Ferrero Rocher chocolates for him, which I gave him as he was leaving. Sweets for a very sweet man.
To everyone who celebrates it, happy Valentine’s Day. For those who would just as soon bypass it, happy Tuesday. I’m going to spend my afternoon squirming in the dentist’s chair, and making him wonder why I’m smiling. 🙂