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Saturday, January 1, 2011

London Day 2 - Shopping at Selfridge's

Its a rainy and dreary New Year's Day in London and Fallen Angel wants to be taken shopping. We end up at Selfridge's on Oxford Street, where we get several sets of lingerie for her ($250), boots ($128), lots of MAC cosmetics ($240), and perfume -- Chanel No. 5 ($130) and her favorite, Tom Ford's Black Orchid ($125).

But what I most enjoy is being told to buy sunglasses for her boyfriend. Fallen Angel takes her time selecting the nicest pair of glasses. She describes her boyfriend to the shop assistant and explains that the sunglasses are a gift, so my role as a pathetic paypig is perfectly clear to everyone around. Taking out my credit card and paying for the sunglasses ($330) makes me hard. As we walk away from the counter and down the elevator of the department store, I let my Goddess know how much I enjoyed that.

Back at the hotel that evening, Fallen Angel allows me the pleasure of a fashion show to see the lingerie we purchased that day and the dress I purchased for her earlier from Agent Provacateur. She looks amazing.

Then she tells me to try on a cheap padded bra and panties she bought:

She makes me go out into the hallway of the hotel in the lingerie and lie down the floor for a photo. We hear some people farther down the hall near the elevators, but I don't think they looked our way.

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.