Yesterday was supposed to be a quiet day, but somehow it didn’t end up like that. To make sure my clips site is ready to open in the next day or two, I had another meeting about it which involved getting up close and personal with a mango again.
Then I had to go to a friend’s house for another meeting and as it is a co worker’s birthday I’d been instructed to bring a cake as the baker in the group. I considered chocolate cake. After all, who doesn’t like chocolate?
But who doesn’t like mangoes either? Especially soft juicy ripe ones. And I do have the a very recipe for a mango cake that I’ve been meaning to try for ages. It seemed a shame to waste the opportunity.
Cake in the oven, I started planning my next shoot and tidied up from the morning over a cup of tea. Then it was on with my waist trainer, in with my glass plug and on with my red wig and out of the house with the cooled cake.
My Master has me on my month from my list of always leaving the house with a wig on and a toy inside me and it’s nerve wracking. Last night involved seeing people I’ve known for years who I knew would ask questions and show their curiosity clearly. The cake was a bribe.
And my new do was the talk of the evening. Lots of prying as to why I’d changed my look so radically. I muttered about just fancying a change, squirming as I felt guilty like I wasn’t entirely telling the truth. Or maybe because I had 150g of glass toy in my ass.
All I had to do was get them talking about the cake and keep a straight face while they ate it. Strangely that was much easier…