London Day 1 - In Diapers on New Year's Eve

I arrive in London and I am excited to meet Fallen Angel. It is a strange and very impulsive trip I have arranged as I have spent comparatively little time chatting with her on CamContacts and actually never spoken to her on the phone before we arranged this trip. But in throes of one D/s cam session, I offered and she accepted, and about a week later I find myself on the London Underground heading from Heathrow to our hotel.

I gave Fallen Angel my password and free reign over my Expedia account and she selected a nice 5-star hotel in a convenient part of London for us (separate rooms, of course). She was supposed to have arrived the night before but due to plane troubles she spent an unexpected night layover in Zurich and arrived in London just hours before I did.

I know that she understand the spirit of my fetishes when we she takes the letter, scratches out her first name, adds my full name and cellphone number to the bottom and then folds it and leaves it visible by the coffee shop table we are seated at.

A few minutes later when we make a stop at a drugstore on the Strand.