Some people just don’t appreciate sexy!

I don’t get a massive amount of feedback from readers of this blog, but I do get some. And I’m always happy to get more, so please feel free to e-mail me at blogslut13@yahoo.co.uk, and remember to add me to your safe-list if you want a reply and not have it caught in your spam filter. I get caught in my own spam filter, for goodness sake, so I can’t imagine how bad it is for others. Perhaps I should have thought about my e-mail address more when I set it up!

But anyway, most of the feedback I get is stockings related. People love to hear the escapades of a real-life stockings wearer. And I do try to make this blog appeal to a wider audience – I fully admit that this is, and I want it to be, a D/s blog, but by no means does that make it a bdsm blog that only people into whips and chains can enjoy. That’s not only not what this blog is about, it’s not what my life is about. It’s about the adventures of a slutty submissive girl, and stockings are a big part of that, so I’m happy to pick up a bit of the crossover audience of the stocking admirer.

I may have mentioned it before, or maybe I haven’t, but generally I have to tone the sluttiness of my clothing down for my day job, working in a respectable finance office. Over the past 12-18 months I’d been getting pulled aside occasionally and asked to dress with a little more... well, just dress a little more!

I noticed a pattern to my “tellings off”, they’d generally happen if:-

a) we had fairly important visitors to the office, of either the internal or external variety. A couple of the nicer guys in the office – the confessed admirers of my version of office-wear – usually give me advance warning if they know of any of these occasions now to avoid seeing me get dragged into an office and being told to dress more appropriately. As all in all, they like it when I dress inappropriately!

b) if I dress too sluttily for an extended period of time. Dressing reasonably for 3-4 days a week, and saving the real slutiness as a treat for the other day or two of that week seems to be fine. Showing a bit too much for 7 or 8 days in a row gets me into trouble.

And c) Seamed stockings. This one sounds a bit strange, as why would seamed stockings be any sluttier than any other kind of stockings, or any other item of clothing for that matter? But I think the powers that be think they add a bit of unnecessary distraction. Probably true - non seamed stockings probably have a bit of "is she or isn't she" factor to them, whereas with seams it's almost certainly a "yes she is". I don't know why anybody who's known me for more than a few weeks has to ask the question though, it's always a "yes she is" lol. But anyway, I’ve found that if I wear them several times in a short period of time, in particular with skirts that are a few inches+ above the knee in length, I tend to get the "inapproriately dressed" reprimand, so I’ve had to learn to wear them more sporadically.

I don't think the bosses know the lengths I go to for them though. Most of the time I get my clothing chosen for me by J, and I have to partake in various forfeits if I want to make changes to his selection. The things I have to do to convince J to let me wear a skirt that's an inch or two longer, to switch those seamed stockings for a non-seamed pair, to upgrade from an outfit consisting of just two items up to an outfit consisting of three items, or even to let me put a bra on underneath an almost sheer blouse... they are things a respectable lady shouldn't have to do!! Lol. Luckily, I’m no respectable lady! To be fair, J is reasonable and takes things into consideration, but he also likes to have fun with it, I guess we both like to have fun with it really.

Of course, my day job isn’t my only job, so I think the scales of sluttiness get evened out in the grander scheme of things. As the sluttiness of my attire at my office job has dipped a bit, the sluttiness of my attire for my evening/weekend bar job has seemingly increased, as I guess it has even for my weekend college day attire, or just my general non-work clothing.

You win some, you lose some!