Unexpected Night Away

As part of the future plan for our life  and FLR, where I start reducing work load, I arranged to meet with one of my clients.  My current job with the individual and his company was coming to a close and I wanted to let him know that I was reducing my future work load, which I thought was only fair as this individual has given me quite a bit of work over the years.

The guy is fairly busy but could fit me in on Friday afternoon as a face to face meeting.  The distance from home wasn’t too far so it would be a short trip out and back.

However on Wednesday I got a call from the company with an invite to a dinner event with the client on Friday Evening.  Apparently the client was hosting a few of his clients and senior management people for a social event and the invite was as a ‘thank you’ for the work provided.

This is not my normal thing and as such I was going to politely decline the invitation until Madam asked me why I was going to decline the offer of an evening out.  Well it was on a Friday evening, it was near but not near in terms of a taxi ride, and the thought of a late night and then a hour drive back just wasn’t what I wanted.

Madam pointed out that I’ve known this guy  over many years and we’ve had a very good working relationship, so I should take this offer, almost taking it as a farewell dinner.  Having thought about it I agreed and sent the response back.  An email came back telling me that I would have the meeting with the client at his offices at 4pm and that the dinner would take place at a nearby hotel and that a room for the night had been booked I was also asked if I would like to join everyone for a round of golf the following morning. It was clear that my client was aiming to impress who ever he was inviting from his client side.

I declined the game of golf, as I’m bloody rubbish at it, and didn’t want to show myself up or my client.  I was going to decline the offer of the overnight stay, but Madam insisted that I take the opportunity to have a night out and even have a couple of drinks – but only a couple!

On Friday morning I found that Madam had packed my overnight bag for me, with a combination padlock on it. She told me that she would text me the combination once I got to the hotel.

The meeting went very well, the client was happy with my work and slightly disappointed that I would be becoming “semi retired”, but hoped that I’d enjoy the evening as a thank you for all of the work we had done over the years.

At the hotel I booked in and then sent a message to Madam that I had arrived, to which I got a reply with the code for the padlock, a smiley emoji and the words “Enjoy your evening see you tomorrow morning”.

When I opened the bag there was my wash bag, fresh panties and a set of hold ups clearly for the following morning to replace the ones I was currently wearing, but also a bra, stockings, suspender belt, heels and satin teddie with a note – “something to wear for the evening and to bed, send me some photos later Love Alice xxx.” In the bag was the camera phone and also the selfie stick and the small tripod.

Considering that I hadn’t been keen to attend the evening, it was really enjoyable evening and while there was some business chat and discussion it was a very relaxed event.  It was something that I hadn’t done for a long time.

Having been fed and hosted well I went back to my room at the end of the evening to meet the requirements of Madam.

With my suit and shirt stripped off I went and retrieved the heels from the bag.  These were a pair that I don’t often wear and they are not ideal for long term wearing, put them on and secured them on my ankles and then set up the camera to take a few photos.

My room was quite nice with a couple of nice chairs and a fancy table so I thought that would make a good backdrop.  What do you think?

With the photos taken and sent I headed to bed, dressed in the lovely teddie and with the stockings and suspenders making me feel very submissive and wishing I was home with Madam.

Note – I’m still topping and tailing the next post about our Christmas visitors so please bear with me.

billie xxx