Strictly Speaking – With Mistress Karen

First off, my credit card was credited with the return of the brown leather gloves! YAAAAY. Now I can order some new ones. Maybe I’ll go for the $850 Gautier ones. Now honestly, no matter how hot they are, they could never really be worth that kind of money, right? Well, on second thought, they might be pretty damn hot.

Anyway, as you know Friday night was Halloween and I have some rather interesting stories from that night. I decided to dress up as myself… well… at least my private and sexual self.

I work in an office with about 30 regular co-workers. Last year I went as an angel. I wish I had been blogging then because it was a pretty great costume, complete with a boned satin corset. The halo clashed with my real one so I left it at home.

But this year, I thought I would shake things up a bit and let them see a bit of the real me. Usually, I keep to myself at work and would say I’m not the most gregarious. It’s true we have to all work together all day, but I’m not the best at bullshitting at the water cooler.

But fuck it. I really wanted to go as a dominatrix to our company party. And knowing there was going to be booze there, it seemed like it would only be a matter of time until people dropped their guard and would be revealing their true submissive or otherwise kinky side.

My standard dom outfit was feeling a bit cliche as I was getting ready in the afternoon. You know the drill, my hair was up with a black chopstick holding it together. My neck was cinched into a high-end posture collar. I had a full corset and my black shoulder-length gloves with fur trim. Definitely an expensive look. Then on the bottom I wore a long black rubber hobble skirt and wickedly high lace-up oxfords.

But when I looked in the mirror, it really felt like a costume, like I was getting ready for a big scene or something. It made me want to just lay down and start playing with myself to some Philip Glass music. And actually, that’s exactly what I did.

So it was back to the shower to start over. While the water was pouring over my head, I came up with the perfect outfit for the office party.

When I arrived at the party, which was in full swing, I knew I had made the right outfit choice when I saw the heads turn. Not to be rude, but with some folks (like diabetic Dan) it doesn’t take a whole lot to get their heads to turn. But when Michelle and Sarah, the run-of-the-mill office hotties, take notice… well ladies and gentlemen, I have arrived.

I had on a camel colored A-line flowing skirt that went just below the knee… where it met my lace-up dark brown riding boots (the real deal from an equestrian store). Tucked into the top of the skirt was a crisp white blouse. I hid the skirt/blouse transition with a super wide (almost corset feeling) brown belt which felt sturdy and rugged against the white shirt. Can you say Catherine Hepburn? And to top it off… turned out the be the most sexually charged accessory I have ever worn. In fact, it ended up being an instant ice breaker, conversation starter, and object of verbal foreplay. Flirting abounded.

You see, at the top of my crisp white shirt was a classic starched collar and the front of the blouse was unbuttoned a little to give that feminine allure. But the elegant neckline was contrasted by a two and half inch wide leather belt that was strapped around my neck with a simple heavy buckle in front. It was actually a belt I was a little tired of, so after the Philip Glass music, I got an Exacto knife and shortened the belt to a little over a foot long so that it would fit snuggly around my neck.

Oh my God, it got more attention than any fetish gear I have ever worn in my life. Oh, and of course, I topped off the outfit with a dressage whip I held in my gloved hand. The gloves were short English riding gloves, kid leather.

In wondering about the outfit, people asked “Who are you supposed to be?” I invariably replied, “Someone you want to meet in a tack room.”

Now I’m out of time for writing, but I will create another post soon with some of the details of the goings on at the party.

I was going through online catalogs looking for a new bedside lamp when I meandered over to the Nordstrom site. Next thing you know, I was drooling over this straight wool skirt that had the lines of the 1940′s but had been updated with a little tighter cut and an earth-tone herringbone pattern. I could see that skirt with a crispy white blouse and some insanely high mustard-colored mary janes that have an extra thick strap across the top of the foot. Needless to say, I had to have that skirt. But… AKKKKK! It was $485!! Okay, at least I have good taste. So in an ultra masochistic move, I decided I could do without the bedside lamp and apply that money toward the skirt.

A couple days later, the FedEx guy showed up with my box. I immediately opened it and found that the fabric felt even better than I imagined. It was seriouly high quality with a silk lining over felt padding. I tried the skirt on, and even just with my bra, it looked amazing on me. So I grabbed my mustard mary janes from the closet and put them on. So now with the super high heels on (kind of a chunkier classic heel, not a stiletto), it looked like a million bucks.

The next day, I wore the whole outfit to work. It’s amazing how a high end skirt can give a girl some confidence. I really felt sexier and more powerful. It’s like how a little kid puts on a super man cape and they really think they can fly. Suddenly, all these compliments from both men and women were coming at me.

Four days later, the credit card bill came… and that skirt instantly lost its luster. Crap. So much for my self esteem. It was kind of like a bad hangover. Sure the night before was great but the next day you feel like crawling under a rock.

As I was making some tea to sit down and drown my sorrows in a Netflix movie, this major light bulb went off in my head. What if clothing were like Netflix! In other words, what if I could return the skirt, get the credit back on my credit card, buy a new skirt, wear it, get compliments, and return it and keep them coming just like my DVDs. Wow, I would never have to wear the same outfit twice. For that matter, I could order all kinds of couture kinky clothes from Neiman Markus or Barneys New York, let my slaves experience them (of course, I would need a slave for that first) then return the garments and have no credit card charges.

In a second flat, I was working hard to carefully re-insert the tag back into the fabric of the wool skirt. Luckily, I didn’t spill coffee on it at work that day. I sent the skirt back and prayed that the money would go back on my card. So much for the hangover.

The genie was out of the bottle. For the next 4 hours I was drunk with ordering from the high end web sites like e-luxury.com and all the big department stores. First I found some killer shoulder length opera gloves for $395. They are hot!!! Though I’m mostly dominant, I was couldn’t help thinking how sexy that would feel to be handcuffed in those gloves that have buttery leather going all the way up to my shoulder. The mental image of the steel cuffs against the chocolate brown leather makes me want to handcuff myself with my arms behind my back and sleep like that. I’m serious.

Then I ordered about 5 more skirts, each costing over $600 and then about 3 dresses that were over $800. Then it was off to BlueFly.com where I started creaming over all the shoes! I’ve never been able to afford thousand dollar shoes… until now. But I realized that shoes are different and are more difficult for the Netflix model because you can’t wear them on anything except carpet. That kind of puts a kink in the plan. But at least when Candice comes over on the weekend, I will be able to impress her around the house. If she’s tied up, I can visit her throughout the day in different couture outfits and she will think I’m the baroness that I feel like in my own mind. Or I can have her dress me in all the different outfits and shoes for a little game. I just have to be damn careful (or she does) because if I get a coffee stain on anything, I’m screwed!!! My formerly zero balance credit card now has a whopping balance of $14,215. Shit! Let’s pray I don’t lose a tag. I sure as hell won’t be eating any spaghetti in any of those clothes.