#dresses with pockets

EXCITING NEWS: we sponsored the American Astronomical Society team uniforms at AAS235*! The designs feature the phases of the moon and the Hubble Space Telescope…both with POCKETS. 

We are so thrilled to see them in the wild!

- Summer & Emily

*We are dividing and conquering our annual American Astronomical Society winter meeting this year with Emily in situ in Honolulu and Summer holding down the social media fort in New Mexico.  

Daily Picture Assignment #155

Happy hour outfit from last week. And yes, this dress has motherfucking pockets!

The final, and trickiest, context in which I need to show my submission is while out in public. Non-kinky public, that is.

Of course, one of the main ways I submit in public is by wearing the collar my owner put on me. I wear it all the time, to work, to see my parents, to go to the doctor. Its presence is a constant reminder that I am owned. It may just look like a (kind of strange) necklace to most people, but it’s also a signal to anyone in the know that I belong to someone. In addition, I submit in public when I wear outfits that my owner has picked out or inspired. The instructions may happen in private, but when we’re out and about, he can simply look at me to see an example of his power and control over me.

Another way I can submit while in public is by doing things for my owner. When he asks me to do something, I should recognize that he’s phrasing it as a question and adding the polite trappings of “please” simply because we’re in public. In reality, he’s giving me an order, so I should quickly and happily do as he asks. I should also be proactive in my submission, doing things for him without him needing to ask. I can certainly do this in public, since it will just look like I’m being a loving and attentive partner. Which is true, but I’m also being a good girl.

While in public, I can still follow through with one of the central aspects of my submission to my owner, asking permission to pee. It isn’t quite the same as when we’re among like-minded people or at home, since he can’t press on my bladder or taunt and tease me as openly. I’m still required to get permission before I piss, though, either quietly so no one can hear, or by phrasing it in a socially acceptable way, such as “Is it okay if go to the bathroom real quick?” And, of course, my owner can still deny me that permission, forcing me to try to hide my growing desperation.

Finally, someone on tumblr (Thank you, stryger1, who I can’t seem to actually @) sent me an ask with a suggestion that I thought was a really good idea. I ran it by my owner, and he liked it, as well. So, from now on, when we’re together, I have to wait for permission from my owner before I can start eating a meal. When we’re in private or with kinky folks, I won’t start eating until he tells me I may, or, at least until this becomes more of a habit, I will ask him out loud for permission. In public, or with non-kink friendly people, I will look at my owner and wait until he gives me a nod to indicate that I may start eating.

I may not be able to be as overt with my submission in public, but if I keep my place and purpose in mind, and follow through with the ideas above, I can still show my owner that I am always his, am always submissive to him, no matter where I am or what I’m doing.

Trivia night outfit from yesterday!

Yes, I look fantastic, yes, those are mathematical symbols in the dots, and yes, this dress has morherfucking pockets!

littlefeministbitch:

I walked into happy hour and Boy Genius hugged me and said “Cute dress!”

Does anyone know what my immediate and enthusiastic response was?

I walked into happy hour and Boy Genius hugged me and said “Cute dress!”

Does anyone know what my immediate and enthusiastic response was?

Anyway, here’s a picture of me in a dress from a happy hour outfit several weeks ago. Yes, this dress has pockets. And yes, my new Pebble matches this dress nigh perfectly.