Spending

Sunday sees madame and I off to the London Fetish Fair in deepest Vauxhall. Not been to the LFF for some considerable time, its a new venue and parking is at a premium so we show up early and snatch a space. We manage to get in early, stands still being set up. We say our hello's and have a wander. Oh dear corsets hove into view and madame is off and running and trying one on. Her mind almost made up we find a seat and refreshment and settle down for a gossip with Anita and Spike. Madame goes on a wander and the next thing I know she arrives in a Velda Lauder corset which is rather splendid. With the passing of Velda two of the girls are selling off the remaining stock. Madame parades round and soaks up the compliments then disappears only to reappear in another, an underbust in black and white stripe. Needless to say both get purchased.
On one of my excursions I slip out for a quiet smoke and get into conversation with what turns out to be a tranny pornstar who has been working in L.A. ! Well what an interesting life mine is LOL. As the Velda girls are only taking cash madame has to go in search of a cash machine, the local Sainsbury's in Wandsworth Road and while there manages to get us some lunch as the venue does not do food :-(
We take our leave around 5.00 and are homeward bound, a thoroughly enjoyable day.
Monday of course has to be photo day, well there is last weeks purchase, the yellow frock and I have to try on madame's new corsets ;-)

Joy of joys

Well it would be a shame to have wasted the nail polish so a photo session today and.......... oh wonders of wonders a particular outfit fits again if rather snugly. It must have been around 15 odd years ago when we first embarked on our fetish journey and we visited an emporium in Camden Market now long gone called F.U. Baby selling Murray and Verne and you can see madame talking to Tatiana in the shop. Amongst our purchases was a skirt and top which haven't fitted for many, many years and they do now!!

Another one?

So after last week's manic activity this weekend of course was as quiet as the proverbial grave, an ideal opportunity for yet another photo session. I must admit I've rather overdone the photo's recently but what with this weight loss its more to see what fits and what is now too big and of course I do so love being dressed.
Talking of weight loss the treggings I bought a week or so ago are now too big so they have been passed onto madame and she has replaced them with a pair of size 10's which we picked up yesterday and they fit, like a glove, as they should.



It is quite disappointing in a way that some of the corsets are now too big, of course not all of them are mine but still the opportunity to 'borrow' them is no longer there. The red leather Rawhide never was a favourite but the plaid Miss Katie meets at the back and is not tight enough, oh that it was two inches smaller.
Madame has taken yet more stuff to D of Second Coming for her to sell on, a couple of Dolenta Breathless outfits and that lovely House of Harlot military one. Some lucky so-and-so's are going to get themselves a bargain. I really must try the Samurai outfit Dolenta made as a one off but it being a male outfit its hard to drum up the enthusiasm.
Ah well I can't sit here wittering today is joy-of-joys, Tesco day.

Disappointing fit

Well off out again with madame, Oxford Street of course. A quick dive into Primark, bra shopping again. Its so nice that we can both discuss clothes and lingerie and shop together. I get myself two new bra's but madame just cannot find one she likes aaaaanyway she manages to find something that takes her fancy while I go off to pay for my purchases then its off to Pret for brekkie and thence to M&S. For two shopaholics as we are it is slightly disappointing that they do not have the treggings I want in stock and we have to order them which means we have to pick them up the next day at Brent Cross. We trawl through the lingerie department but still madame cannot find the bra she wants so its off to Selfridges. We wander round the denim studio so madame can exchange a pair of Levi jeans and we see the most expensive jeans in existence, in a glass case. £12,000, yes twelve thousand pounds, for a pair of jeans, with over two carats of diamonds on them !
Next day we are off to pick up my treggings and we pop into Lipsy where madame treats herself to a pair of jeans an I just try, successfully, to convince myself that I cannot afford anything, although I do promise myself something in their post xmas sale.
Friday sees the chance of another photo session, well two frocks from the depths of the wardrobe have appeared and it would be rude not to wouldn't it. Unfortunately for me when trying on some of my latex frocks I find one is now verging on too big, just a little slack around the hips so that could be passed onto madame and I also find that madame's latex catsuit is too big too. This is highly disappointing, a little slack in the arms, especially around the wrists and also from the thighs down but perfect in the body although it does now fit madame perfectly.
Off out again today to visit Dolenta and Andy at the new Breathless shop which hopefully will involve plenty of cava and chocolate and out again tomorrow to the London Alternative Market to meet up with the delicious Penny and Natacha, Sara and Russsell and a chance to dress up!