My new employer invited MrH and I to go on the Christmas Party. It was at a local venue, and as I didn’t have to go into work the next day, we decided to go. It was an opportunity for us to go out together and get dressed up. Something we haven’t done in months, with one thing and another.
Making and Effort for Each Other.
Being able to dress up and look pretty is something I like doing, because I want MrH to be proud to have me on his arm. I know he will read this and say he is always proud to have me on his arm; how I am dressed doesn’t matter. But sometimes it matters to me. I went and had my hair done, and did my makeup. I chose to wear my 50’s dress which I feel very feminine and pretty in, and I chose to wear my red suspender belt and red top stockings. MrH had already selected my red bra and panties for me to wear that day and this worked perfectly.
MrH enjoys having me in stockings and, a few times during the evening, his hand caressed my leg under the table. In return I rubbed my leg against his, trying to show I wanted to touch him in my own way. Part way through the evening, I realised that when I walked, the lace edge on my stockings was visible. Confidently, I walked across the room to tell Mr H, and he raised his eyebrows at me smiling.
We managed to stay at the party for 3 hours, but after 2 I was in a lot of pain. I really didn’t want to eat and run, so I struggled on. My boss’ husband is learning to ride a motorbike so we chatted about that for a while. Eventually when I couldn’t stay any longer we left and went home.
I had a good time at the party, before the pain got too much. I enjoy being out with Mr H and I adore walking by his side arm in arm. When we are out he will often place his hand on my back, a gentle pressure that reassures me, guides me. His touch makes me brave and strong.