The Poll Challenge part 2

I hope you all enjoyed part one of this blog posted a couple of weeks ago, and thanks to those of you who sent me some questions and comments. Hopefully I’ve replied to everybody now – if you think I haven’t, please check your junk folder, and if you still haven’t had a response, let me know and I’ll check to make sure I didn’t miss replying to your e-mail.


Anyway, there were two parts to the fulfilment of my blog-poll challenge, so here is the second part… apologies in advance if it seems a bit rushed, as I am seriously pressed for time at the moment. But as with the last part, please send me an e-mail if you want me to expand on any particular element for you.

Challenge part 2...

The second part of the challenge was, of course, to have the word “Slut” written on my ankle for 3 days, which was the period Saturday through to Monday – we took a one day break in between the two parts of the challenge, so Friday was a day off. There was no real reason for this other than the fact that Sat-Mon just worked better schedule-wise and gave better opportunities.


Similarly to the first part of the challenge, we again went with the process of printing the word out in a nice fancy font and using that as a template to carefully trace and copy it onto my ankle, to make sure it looked decent, as it’s pretty hard to write on somebody’s ankle in a neat freehand way, and being in marker pen, it is a one shot deal to get it right, and it was important to me (and us) that it looked good and could be mistaken for a real tattoo, at least at a passing glance.


So we were done, with it written on my right ankle – I think I was favouring my right side for this challenge, it must be what I consider my “good side” lol. But in seriousness, I do favour my right side, I almost always cross my right leg over my left leg etc, so it was the obvious choice to lead this challenge with my right thigh and my right ankle.


Day One


Day One was of course Saturday, and with no solid plans it was a day to just go out and do things, and see what happened. It started out with us catching a train into the city centre to do a bit of shopping, where I wore a smart grey above the knee dress, with some natural coloured stockings, with dark-red coloured high heels.

The train ride provided the first real opportunities to flash my tattooed ankle around as I sat in an aisle seat with my legs crossed and slightly into the aisle. A few people looked at my foot, and a few people had a double-glance, and I’m pretty sure I got a stare or too, but its tough to say what anybody really saw. Oh to be able to climb into the minds of others sometimes.


The shopping trip was the fun part, as we went shoe shopping – purely in the interest of the poll challenge of course! I hate shoe shopping normally! Lol. We must have gone into 7 or 8 shoe shops and I tried on two or three pairs of shoes in each. And there’s nothing like trying on shoes to bring attention to your feet. But you can never have a solid fool-proof plan for things like this – as much as you can go in there with the intention to get as much male attention as possible, it’s tough in reality. In a women’s shoe shop, or the women’s section of any shoe shop, how many men are actually around? 99% of staff are women, and the other 1% are often gay men! Any men who are in the shop generally aren’t in there alone, so to get their attention when they are with their wives or girlfriends is a struggle.


But some may say that made it all the more interesting, as showing off my tattooed ankle to several female staff members and fellow shoppers made it all that tiny bit more demeaning, I was going to say humiliating, but that may have been too strong of a word.


I came away from my shopping trip with a solitary new pair of shoes though – a pair of purple suede open-toed 4” heels.


And the Saturday finished with a girls night out with several of my friends. As I said in my previous blog, the plan was to do one significant event in each section of the challenge bare-legged to give the best and fullest effect to my temporary on-skin art-work, and this was the occasion for this.


So off I went with some of my girl-friends, wearing a short black halter neck dress and some killer black heels and not a whole lot else. Of course, my friends noticed my ankle tattoo, it would be ridiculous of me to think they wouldn’t. I got a bit of ribbing for it, but they know me well enough that even if they don’t know the full details of my secret submissive life, they know I’m a fun-loving gal who is up for a naughty joke, so they took it as that.


For most of the night the ankle went un-noticed – you know how it is, busy, dark places, you don’t see people’s feet! But it did spark a few chat-up lines (some very cheesy) when we were sat down at bars etc during the quieter moments of the evening. I enjoy the attention, but I’m out with the girls, and the girls stick together, so other than a few dances and the acceptance of a few drinks, unfortunately everybody got declined politely.


I’d love to go into much more detail about my Saturday girls night out, but even trying to think about the nights events makes my head hurt! Lol.


Day Two


Day Two was then of course Sunday, which was a full day at college for me, much to my behest as I woke up – if you can call me rolling out of bed and crawling into the shower barely opening my eyes waking up lol – with a hideous hangover, all bleary eyed and considerably worse for wear.


I’m generally far too over-dressed for college on most occasions, and despite the way I was feeling really not belying a day of sexy dress up, I dressed up anyway. My outfit for this day was a smart knee length black skirt with tan stockings and black heels.


It was generally a quiet day as college often is on Sundays. Many late arrivals too, which is another thing that is often the case on Sundays. I was sat near the front as usual – being the super swat that I am! Lol. I’m joking, I have to wear my glasses at college due to struggling to read the projector et al, so sitting near the front is just common sense for not straining my pretty brown eyes too much! :-)


I’d love to say I noticed loads of people checking out my ankle, but to be honest, the combination of not really seeing too much of what’s behind me, along with the hangover that meant it took all of my energy just to focus on the lecture and the work I had to do, meant that I can’t say I really noticed anything specific.


My cross-legged sitting with my right foot raised and toward the centre of the room surely meant that everybody had ample opportunity though, and that is what really matters.


Day Three


Day Three was Monday, the final day of the challenge, and was my one day at the office as part of the second part of the challenge.


I wore black stockings for the office, just because it made the “tattoo” a little more discreet, which was important for the professional work environment, as I said in part 1 about the thigh tattoo in the office. And again, like I said in part 1, against what I actually wanted to do, once again I found myself hiding my foot away under my desk far too often and I really had to put the effort in to not hiding my ankle away.


I’m glad to say that it was discreet enough to not have to worry about it too much though, although it could be seen through my sheer stockings, it wasn’t too “in your face” obvious, and my heels had ankle straps that just threw another small obstacle in the way. I know what many of you are thinking – “what’s the fun in that?” lol. But look at it from a different point of view – I want people to have to work a little to get a good view of it, I don’t want to give away cheap thrills for nothing, especially in the office environment.


And it’s fun watching people work for it.


One particular guy, who works in the office directly next to our office, came to my desk three times during the day. Nothing too unusual about that statement on it’s own, but he rarely comes to my desk as he never has any real need to. But he certainly created some reasons on this day – none of which were very good reasons I must add. The first time was to ask me about a piece of work that was nothing to do with me, he obviously thought it was my work so came to ask a random, basic question about it as an excuse to come to my desk. Epic fail, as I sent him on to the correct person! Lol. The second time was a more generic query that he normally would have asked somebody else (ie the person who actually prepares the accounts for his department, which isn’t me). Again, it didn’t give him much time in my company as it was a very short query. A couple of other times he walked past and looked at me as if he was racking his brains to think up reasons to stop by, but he had nothing. So I threw him a bone later in the day by getting one of my study text books out and putting it on my desk - I was planning on doing a bit of studying after work before I went home - making sure he saw what the subject text on the front of the book said. Because he is head of the department in the business that my study text relates to! Just so it all makes sense to you! lol. I wondered if he was going to take the opportunity I’d nicely presented to him, but he did toward the very end of the day when the office was quieter after the early starters had left (we have flexible office hours where you can start between 8 and 10, and leave accordingly between 4 and 6). He came over to chat about what I was studying, and he even dropped his pen on the floor next to me, which is what sealed the theory in my head that he has actually caught some glimpses of my ankle and was trying to get a closer look. I didn’t move it out of his vision either and let him look. Nothing was said, but I think we both felt we had accomplished our missions – mine to show off, and his to confirm the glimpses of an inappropriate ankle tattoo weren’t just a figment of his imagination.


Of course, not everybody in my office is that discreet and un-forward about things like that, so of course there was the one guy who saw it and let me know he had. Quietly of course, not blaring it out over the entire office! Lol ;-p


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