So instead of waiting for me to get round to it, he started quizzing me in detail about exactly what kind of stuff I wanted, and then while I was in Nottingham ordered some from that well-known fetishwear boutique Argos (thus averting a whole catalogue of disasters - Ed)
I went round to see him on Monday night after Bicon and there it was. So I put it on and asked him how much I owed him, but he didn't immediately respond, too keen was he to leap on top of me for a snog and a grope. I eventually managed to push him off long enough to elicit the response that a 50/50 split of the cost would be fair to him if I felt it was. I felt it was.
So I have a very long, loud black leather skirt which I am wearing in the office today and which makes a big noise when I walk, and I have a big Matrix-type full-length black leather coat which will require wearing with shades during the winter, but which I have left at Mr. U's house for the moment for ...um... recreational use.
I have decided that Argos is a wonderful institution. No sniffing at the back there.