
This week I am having work done on my flat in preparation for letting it out (and buying a house with the BDM, which might take a while due to solicitor-related DRAMA), and my first visitor was an electrician, who basically moved in for 3 days. Fortunately, the super people at Bars-and-Stripes.com were on-hand to kindly offer me accommodation and generally abuse me for a few days, so I wasn't around to see my poor little flat being sliced apart. (more to follow on the B&S shoot - it was super but I don't have any pictures yet).
But I've never had people I didn't know in my flat before, and it caused me some problems. To what extent should one de-kink one's flat when strangers are coming to work there? Well, I'm not the kind of girl to have modelling pictures all over my walls (too depressing in the morning, really, when your reflection bears absolutely no relation to the photograph), so that wasn't a problem. One of the BDM's pictures of me is normally up in the hall (it glares over my shoulder if I'm looking in my bathroom mirror - spooky!) but I'd already packed it away...
The horrid thing is that you become blind to your own surroundings after a while. It took some serious concentration to spot a riding crop hanging on the front door (I hid it in the wardrobe with the Janus magazines and all my hats) but even after wandering round and round the flat trying to see it through vanilla eyes, my problems weren't over.
If I was left in someone else's flat, I think I might look in their cupboards. I realise that this is not a good thing, and I do hope that perhaps I wouldn't, but I MIGHT. So, it follows, my electrician might well do the same thing.
So I had a look in my drawers in order to see the contents through his eyes. (A bit loony, you might say, since I hadn't even met him yet...) Hmmm. I suddenly realised that I didn't want him to know I was sub. Somehow I felt as though it would be altogether less shaming if he thought I was some sort of ball-breaking, leather-clad dominatrix. Why? I suppose that maybe it'd make him want to do an awfully good job with my wiring? Or maybe just because it's so far from the truth that I wouldn't feel exposed? Or am I a little bit ashamed of being submissive - I do hope not!
Anyway, I took everything that looked vaguely 'toppish', of which I have very little. Actually corsets are pretty much all I have, along with some little leather outfits which I never wear...
And I hid anything more incriminating underneath. Cos, OBVIOUSLY, no one would rummage THROUGH a stranger's drawers? Surely they'd be content with a little look at the top layer?
And off I went to my shoot, obsessing all the time. Good lord, how will I cope if and when I live in a house with an actual DUNGEON?
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