Talking about a bad girl

One of the things I guess I’ve developed from my ‘dice with death’ cancer moment is the fact that I’ve decided I might as well have a bit more fun with my life, which is probably shown by yesterday’s picture, with the silver wig, silver bodysuit, and everything else. Yes, the temptation to wear the silver look on Thursday for the ‘medical team meeting’ on Thursday is definitely growing, even if the bodysuit will have to be under standard clothing, and the wig will only be worn for the actual team thing, not the whole visit, but anyway…

And certainly, due to a few politicians, and other people, my tendency to put up with idiots levels have gone down too. In this case, a spammer, as no, I doubt I’d have the cheek to actually do it to a politician, but dont call me out on that, lol.

So this morning, when I opened my email box, I had one of those emails, supposedly from a guy named Magnus in Sweden, offering me a half share of $6.2Million if I helped him with his ‘project’. Thing is, it came from a guy named Juvencio, with a Brazilian email address, so… Now normally in the past, with me, this would have been instantly deleted, and taken no further, but in my current mood, and because he’s made such an awful job of covering up who he really was, well, I decided 2 could play at that game, so I sent back a reply, though not the one he was hoping for, but this one…

Dear Juvencio,

My name is Dominatrix Queen of Pluto, writing to you from my home planet. I have a vacancy in my dungeon for a human slave or two from planet Earth, in need of severe punishment, and you sound an ideal candidate. I certainly trust your pussy eating skills are up to my demands, if not, I suggest you learn soon. In the meanwhile, send me promptly a silver latex catsuit as a tribute, size 16 UK. When you inform me this has been purchased, I will provide the address to send it to, where my teleporting unit is stored.

Given you might find Pluto a little chilly for your feeble human body, and I am capable of teleporting my dungeon to a suitable building on your feeble planet, I suggest you use some of that money on the purchase of a mansion in the area known as Hollywood, in Los Angeles, and let me know when you have completed this task, by sending me a set of pictures of my new Earth home.

I demand to hear that you have completed my demands within the next 30 days.

Your new powerful Dominatrix,

H, though I advise you to call me Mistress H

No, I’m not expecting a reply of course, but the thought of him seeing an email in his box when he got up this morning, thinking he had scammed someone, and then opened it, giggle… Of course, if you find in the future a blog written by me, from Hollywood, while wearing a silver latex catsuit, well…

OK, video. Well, I guess sending an email to someone, even a very poor scammer would make me a bad girl, so why not this one? Yes, I’d love that purple outfit Donna Summer is wearing, of course I would. So…?

 

So robot?

OK, lets start off with the amusing moment today, the first of my wig ‘collection’ arrived today, the cheapest I’m buying (though NHS backed one will be free, as on benefits), the silver bob wig. In truth, its what you would expect for £7, or there about, it will do fine as a fun wig, but its not going to win any prizes for quality, thats for sure. I was actually going to put it on today, and see if Eric (the landlord) even noticed, but because my hair hasnt been cut for just over 7 months, its now too long for a bob length wig, and too full for a wig to sit over it, so never mind… But yes, I will have to wait for the better quality redhead wigs to arrive in next few days, before getting shorn of hair, for sure. The last, the blonde bob wig, care of NHS/McMillan Cancer service, not until the 24th, when next on a definite visit to Leeds hospital before radiotherapy begins, as meeting team treating me that day. In theory I have a Occupational Therapy session before then, but as I dont yet have the rearranged date for that, taken the safe option on date.

I could go to my usual hairdresser round the corner, and get my hair done by her, but in truth, the weather around here recently has been wetter than what Noah faced aboard the Ark, and also, despite my mobility improving slightly lately, its not perfect, and is about 400-600 yards each way, so probably beyond me at the moment. 100-200 yards to the post box, yes, can now manage, but hairdresser far…?

The thing is, I was thinking that I was only likely to do the full robot look indoors with the wig, in which case a new (all my current ones are old, and in less than perfect condition) shiny Zentai/Lycra suit would have been fine, as figure hugging wouldnt matter all that much, but then someone suggested I should go outside, a la robot, and fine, that sort of challenge to an actress like me, oh please…how can I resist?

Snag is, at 61, with a bit of middle aged tummy, going out, even to the front gate, let alone further, in a figure hugging outfit, well…? Oh fine, I joke about wearing a latex catsuit, and would in private, given the chance, but winter is coming, and that would be in public, so… Dont get me wrong, I’ll do it, in the right robot suit, but something like that needs something not figure hugging, and at this time of year, probably with some lining too, all of which is going to be far more complex to get, to put it mildly. But if I can find, or be provided with such an item, oh yes, would be great fun to do.

I have to admit it, my friend Angie posted a great picture of a 6 ft tall beaver suit this morning, full body enclosing, which looked great fun. Now, if that had been a similar suit, in robot look, I might have been tempted, even at a price I really, really cant afford, but anyway… Still, if anyone knows of such a robot suit, in the UK, then please, an old lady, even if just to wear it once, well…?

Right, video time. I actually have a Police (pop group) story I can tell, that might amuse some. Back around 1979 (judging by singles discography) some friends of mine at the time were asked to be the band for one of those singers (cant remember who) who could sing, but had no touring band to do a few little concerts, which they did. The thing is, for reasons best known to the promoters, the last concert was an outdoor one in Inverness, so they were looking for a band to play a short set before the star turn, and my friends were asked if they knew anyone who might be interested in doing so. Well, they’d worked with this group who had released 2 or 3 singles previously, with little to no chart success (highest reached 42), called, yes, you’ve guessed it, Police.

Concert was done, Roxanne was re-released, got to number 12 in the charts second time round, and the rest was history! This isnt Roxanne, but one of those other early singles, with a one word tweak for the blog title, lol

 

 

I will always obey you

Really been a quiet weekend, and therefore I havent got a lot to write about. So lets do a story based piece, I’m only surprised I havent used this story before, in all honesty.

https://mcstories.com/SubroutineKalie/index.html

Yes, it will surely surprise no one when I say I’d love to find out who did that to Lori, and get them to do exactly the same thing to me! Oh please, mindless drone mode, clad fully in latex clothing, just sounds like heaven to me! Yes, it is quite a bit of reading if you’re starting from scratch, but if that sort of thing appeals to you, or if a game of moralistic ping pong appeals, because thats what Harper does with events, then this is probably your thing. If you do read, you might be amused to find out that Harper may not yet escape the latex drone experience herself, or possibly not?

Let me add, that I have no idea what it feels like, being that enclosed in latex, and at my age, I probably shouldnt now! But equally, if someone presented me with a silver latex catsuit, and a means to get into it, I probably would, regardless of how awful it would look on a 60 year old woman!

Equally, unsurprisingly, I have no idea what it would be like, to be a totally mindlessly obedient drone, like Lori. That might be for the best, but if someone offered to give me the experience for a few hours or so, the chances of me saying no would be less than zero! Combine the two, and well… 😉

Oh, and heaven forbid I have any transphobic readers here (given I’m a staunch LGBT person), but if I have, just be warned, Lori is transgender! I know, doesnt matter, but fair warning, and all that…

Right, video time. Much though I love Whitney’s metal outfit in the video, and all that, this is the original, and in my opinion at least, the best version of this song. The lady who wrote it, though she had no complaints about all the royalties from Whitney, lol

The perfect outfit for shopping?

Fine, for those privileged to see both blogs tonight, you’ve got one serious one, and a silly one. Of course, in either case, if you only know of one, or the other, well, its pot luck, in that case! In case you couldnt guess, this is the silly one.

One of the non writing boards on one of the writing forums I visit twice a day, has one board dedicated to images. Some of them nice, some of them weird, or weirder (depending on your tastes), and an eclectic mix in between. One of those in the eclectic mix (though some might see it as weird?) is a board dedicated to pictures of latex clothing.

No, sadly, as I’ve commented before on here, my days of even considering wearing latex clothing is long gone. Well, as far as I’m concerned, it is, though given the, err, skirt, I saw a woman very much older than me this week, which just about covered her ‘modesty’, maybe I shouldnt think that way? or maybe I need to be made to think differently, lol, now that might be fun. Sorry, Sir (or Madam), wasnt my choice to go out in a latex catsuit, at my age, they made me do it! No, if anyone has got any taste, they wouldnt want me to wear a latex catsuit in the first place, at my age.

In truth, most of the items are catsuits, crop tops, or short dresses that pretty much reveal everything, even allowing for the fact that latex clothing tends to do that, in one sense at least, anyway! But then, you get the odd one that well, could be quite respectable, like this one.

Luxury latex

Yes, pretty classy, dont you think, as latex clothing goes, lol? Just a casual day out, shopping, or the like, darlings! No, at my age, even something like that, I dont think latex would be flattering on a 60 year old figure, but fine, to my weird eyes at least, that looks fun! Perfect for the local shopping center, I have my doubts! Or does it just look classy because of the hat, and the necklace, and after that…?

But fine, if I was 40 years younger, and slimmer, that would be a fun shoot to do!

Fine, end of silliness for tonight!

Well, given it looks like she’s going shopping, I thought of this. Lets face it, those guys have worn some pretty weird outfits over the years too!

And with lyrics like these, its hard to believe this song was written long before the internet became popular!

We’re buying and selling your history
How we go about it is no mystery
You check it with the city, then change the law
Are you looking forward?
Now you want some more
It’s easy when you got all the information
Inside help, no investigation
(No investigation, investigation)
No questions in the house, no give and take
There’s a big bang in the city
We’re all on the make

Respectable clothing at 60?

Recently on Amazon, I saw a silk skirt that was described as long length, 20’s style, in silver. Fine, for me, that ticks all boxes, lets face it. And on receipt, I have to agree with everything but one tiny matter, the length! Maybe knee length (barely) was long for those daring young Flapper Girls in the 1920’s, but for me, at 60, when I see long length, I’m expecting at least calf, if not ankle, but anyway… Yes, as you’ve gathered, this long length skirt just about covers my knees when I’m standing up, and struggles to do so when sat down!

No, I’m not sending it back, as I say, its gorgeous, and a young cheerleader, or even a young Flapper would love it. But me, at 60, where it out, doing the flapper look, absolutely no chance! My legs may well be better than I believe they are (several have told me they are), but my knees arent a pretty sight due to surgical issues, so something this short, in public, no chance!

But what I was wondering, is what length do people regard as respectable for a woman of my age? Is flashing my knees, as a Flapper would, fine, or just the biggest no-no of all time? But what is OK? Just below the knee? Calf length? Ankle length? Is it just me being too modest, or am I wise not to wish like mutton dressed as lamb?

Before you ask, yes, I do wear dresses out that show some leg, from time to time. But I do make sure they’re safely below the knee, but now I’m wondering, is that just because I’m aware of the state of my knees, or is it just because I dont think its suitable for a 60 year old to wear? If anyone wants to advise before I pack for Seattle, feel free! Funnily enough, last year, I bought a dress on line that claimed to be calf length, but again, barely covered my knees, so never worn since. Yes, its pink, yes its gorgeously flapper, but for a woman of my age, wearing it out, my view is no!

But should it be that way?

Mind, thats not the only style of dress I love that i’m not brave enough to wear now. Lets ignore my crazy ‘leather’ skirt purchases, they are too short to wear out, but fine, I picked them up for virtually nothing, and they were fun to wear indoors once, but probably never again. But my leather trousers, should I really be avoiding them, just because of my age…?

And no, much though the idea of wearing latex clothing, especially a catsuit, might appeal to me, in my eyes, there is no way that a 60 year old should ever wear anything like that, so now I guess I never will. But is that the right attitude?

To be fair, there is one dear friend (Yes, Adriana, I mean you), who would happily convince me to dress up showgirl style, a la Clara Johnson without any thought whatsoever. And fine, maybe she’s right? Oh, and agreed, if I was talked into it, and no one else beyond close friends saw, I agree, it would be fun. But I can see her wanting me to go out, in showgirl mode, and have fun for an evening, but…is it the done thing?

So tell me, should I lighten up, and flash my knees (and maybe some body?), come what may, and just enjoy it, or am I wise keeping it at least relatively modest in look? What do you see as apt for a 60 year old? And no, as much as I would love to wear a Burqua just once, for the experience (and Muslim support), I hope you dont want me to go quite that far in cover up lol!

Right, video time. Being honest, these outfits are about as revealing as many that Clara had to wear, but these were seen on TV when children would have been watching! Oh those wild 70’s lol! But me, like Clara Johnson, dressed as a dancing queen, hmm?

Thats what I like!

Its fair to say that more than a few stories on the EMCSA attract my attention, because they are well written, cleverly done, and have great characters. Then, fine I admit it, you get stories that push my buttons for just so many reasons, and today happened to provide one of those! I have no idea if the use of the name Stephanie was an actual tribute to me, or just coincidence, but fine, dropping a character named Stephanie (its the name I’m known as, on the forums) into a situation where she can choose to become part of a hive mind, then yes, I’m impressed. The fact that the story is well written, and includes latex drone outfits are a handy bonus as well, mind.

Oh, you want the link? Well…?

http://192.155.80.152/HiveGames/index.html

Before you ask, no, I’ve never been to a hypnosis convention, so have no idea if the portrayal of such is accurate, or not? I have been hypnotized of course, more than once, but always on a one to one basis, nothing like a convention. But yes, if I was met by a latex clad drone, asking me if I wanted to become part of a hive mind, there is only one possible answer, yes please! Oh, and if you’re wondering, no, my, sorry, Stephanie’s transformation isnt just by simple hypnosis! And yes, there is a bit of a twist at the end too!

Oh fine, a chrome coating would be even better, but…

So no, I have no idea if it was written for me, or not, but regardless, I could very much fancy the thought that it was. Now, if that could really happen…

The logic of pop music over the years really is, that there is nothing logical to it. So, if anyone now said that this act, mixing old songs into a record/video, the latter of which would include a bunny, well…But yes, 3 number 1’s in a row in the UK, with first 3 records! So, yes, being turned into a hive mind, latex clad drone, thats what I would like!

My version of Gotham City

Most people nowadays, when talk turns to Batman, think of the dark, brooding portrayals in movies, in recent times, but not me. For me, the one true Batman came from a camp, kitschy TV series from the 1960’s, portrayed by Adam West, who has sadly just departed this world, and not in a Batmobile either. Fine, he was 88, but the fact that I remember watching the original series, when it came out, though only in black and white, then yes, I begin to feel old!

Oh fine, given I was between the age of 8, and the age of 10 when it was originally shown, a lot of the camp nuances would have sailed straight over my head. Possibly for the better at that age, but anyway… I do remember all the ‘Bam! Kapow! and Wham!’ stuff that appeared on the screen each time a punch was thrown, mind.

I guess it just shows how much things have changed, that all the technology in the Bat Dungeon now seems so dated. Back then, it was so far ahead of the technology of the time, that a young girl probably watched on in amazement. Lets face it, nowadays, the Police would just call him on a cell phone lol! But back then, the concept of the bat signal, floodlit for him to see it…ah well!

No, I might be able to blame the whole Batman thing for some of my kinks, but the robot fetish isnt one of them. The whole kinky clothing thing though, absolutely! Even though this was before the days when Batman wore a solid looking latex outfit, the outfits were, err, quite something, all the same. Especially my favorite one, but more on that shortly!

Yes, I know, Adam West, as Batman, was no youngster, even back then. The whole point being that he had to be old enough to be Robin’s guardian, lets face it. So yes, I might still have a few years left yet, but its the sort of thing that makes you realize that you’re getting old!

So, RIP, Adam West, and thanks for so much childhood entertainment, that lives on today, even if only on You Tube!

Oh, right, I mentioned one specific character, and outfit, didnt I? I’m not saying that the Michelle Pfieffer Catwoman outfit didnt influence me, because it did! I suspect that was more PVC, than Latex, but it was restrictive, sexy, and fine, I wished it was me wearing it. But again, the Catwoman I grew up loving was not her, it was the more kittenish Julie Newmar for me. And fine, for a young child at least, that outfit was something I longed to wear at the time, too.

So here, as a tribute to Adam West, is a clip where Julie attempts to ‘seduce’ Batman, even if thats not really her aim, as the clip shows. Thanks for the memories, both of you.