Happy Birthday to me

Yay! It’s my birthday.

This morning was very very funny. I was up until very late last night (or should I say this morning) so I slept in and was woken by a knock on the door. Expecting the postman I threw a robe on and opened the front door to be confronted by a pot plant and teddy bear wrapped in cellophane held by an old guy. Well I didn’t have a clue who he was or why he had gifts for me!

I’ve recently taken on a new sub, an old guy, who is into cross-dressing. He wears a red PVC dress, a black wig, full make up and prosthetic breasts when he is cleaning my home so in my sleep-befuddled state I wondered if it were actually him in his civvies, although how on earth did he know it was my birthday?

So I was dead nice to him just in case it was somebody I knew without actually saying ‘who are you then?’ hoping that my memory would come flooding back and fill in the sleepy gaps. I then realised that this guy was merely delivering the gifts from my local florists. It would have helped if he had been wearing a badge or something but he wasn’t.

How nice! One of my subs must have thoughtfully arranged a delivery for me; this is the sort of thing footslave would do for me. I took the gifts in to the kitchen, opened the small white envelope…. and it was from my mate Cinders

How fantastic is that girl eh? She’s in a different country but she can track down my local florist and have a guy who just happens to be the spitting image of my new sub deliver me flowers and a teddy. Absolutely marvellous! Cinders my ol mate, you’d make a cracking stalker.

Pics to follow…