Owner treated me to a wonderful feast this morning. After i had served Her breakfast She instructed me to return back to bed and wait for Her there. When Owner climbed into the bed beside me She immediately started caressing and teasing my titties and derriere before stripping me out of my nightie.

'i want to sit on your face' She suddenly announced.

This, of course, was music to my ears as i adore nothing more than the opportunity of licking Her anus. Owner took out Her favourite vibrator from the bedside cabinet and then squatted down astride my face so that Her delicious backside was positioned just a few centimetres from my mouth. As She brought Her vibrator into position between Her thighs i craned forward and began to eagerly lick and lap Her backside with my tongue. Soon She was pushing down with Her hips whilst i grasped Her thighs and buried myself in Her place of joy and wonder.

i was not in chastity and Owner began to slap and toy with my clitty as my tongue searched and probed inside Her anus, all the while Her vibrator buzzed happily against Her sex. As Owners orgasm approached She fully buried my face in Her lovely behind as my tongue feverishly explored inside Her and Her scent engulfed me. Then as She came She did a truly wonderful thing. i was not in chastity (at Her request) and She applied the vibrator to the tip of my free and exciteable clitty. i pleaded to be allowed to cum which She agreed to ensuring that it wasn't long before copious quantities of cum leaked out of me and poured across my belly. i scooped up handfulls and eagerly swallowed like a good slut but still some of it ran down my belly and onto the bed sheets. It really was a heavenly way to start the day.

Fun over Owner has instructed me to go back to chastity. i really am a very lucky slut indeed to have such a wonderful Owner.
i am continuing to try to build my butt so that it is bigger and firmer for Owner to enjoy. Owner likes the idea of my having a good sized bubble butt that She can play with whilst i hope to develop a backside that looks big and inviting for Her in a pair of tight jeans or a skirt.

i mentioned in a previous post that i had researched and developed a regular exercise routine based  on some great exercise videos and advice available on Youtube. Well, i have now started increasing the intensity of some of these routines every couple of days, for example some days doing 300 squats and 75 repetitions of some of the moves instead of 50, and have also started adding weights as well to help build muscle. It remains early days still but Owner seems pleased with how my butt is developing, you can judge for yourself below



 

i hope over time to develop broader thighs and hips and a big firm and full backside. i am also doing core
and abbs exercises to try and take some of the weight off my waist (which Owner highlighted a while back had grown too fat). i hope that a narrower waist combined with a bigger butt will look pretty and feminine.

Meanwhile, in amongst exercising and completing my expected household etc duties i have also been watching some of the World Cup with Owner - who is much more knowledgeable about the game than i. Now that the matches are entering the knock-out stages Owner is re-introducing our football world cup challenge game - essentially where the outcome of a game determines whether or not i will have to select a random challenge to complete. To get into the spirit of things Owner tasked me with selecting a challenge when England got eliminated from the pre-stages of the competition, i was to crawl on all fours in our local park and fellate a dildo at Her feet. You can see me completing my challenge below

 
i can't wait for the knock-out stages to begin in earnest and to see what challenges i end up having to complete. This last one was quite straight forward, i suspect some of the others may well be a lot less so!
As part of my development Owner has instructed that i start composing short stories for Her. The stories are to be erotic and to have the aim of getting them published. They also present an opportunity for me to further share some of my fantasies with Her. Below is the first story i have presented to Owner. She has professed Herself to be pleased with my effort. i would of course welcome any comment or feedback from any of the readers of this blog. And yes, i would love for this to happen one day!

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Train(ing)

They had had a wonderful weekend away together in the Cotswolds. The cottage had been idyllic and the weather neither too hot nor too cold with bright spring sunshine every day. Together they had enjoyed some fantastic walks, explored picturesque villages and cocooned themselves in the luxurious fabric of their four-poster bed. It had, in short, been a wonderful trip.

Now though they were on the train speeding through the countryside back to London and back to their everyday lives. They both loved these little breaks but equally loved their life together in the city. Countryside was great for a short while, but the city was the best.

As he sat and watched the fields whizz past his mind drifted, remembering past holidays together, the things they’d done, the escapades they’d shared. It would be their anniversary soon; it would be great if they could get away again, maybe another long weekend in a country cottage or a city break somewhere continental?

‘I have a surprise for you’ She whispered, leaning sideways towards him so that Her mouth was almost touching his ear.  He snapped out of his daydream and looked at Her.

‘In my case’ She said ‘there’s a bag, a blue bag. Go and get it but don’t look inside’

He paused momentarily and looked at Her ‘you’ll love it’ She whispered.

‘A blue bag?’ he queried. He hadn’t recalled seeing a blue bag

‘Yes, it’s inside the front compartment. Bring it to me’

‘Ok’ he said and eased himself up out of his seat and walked to the end of the carriage to where there suitcase was stored. Although it was a Sunday there were a few other people in the carriage and as the train sped along the tracks he had to steady himself at least once to prevent him banging into a fellow traveller as he made his way to the luggage rack.

On reaching their suitcase he pulled it out of the rack, unlocked and partially un-zipped it and reached inside. Sure enough his probing fingers quickly located a plastic bag which he carefully extracted. It was blue and tightly rolled and sealed with sellotape. Whatever was inside was light and felt soft and squishy. He re-sealed the suitcase and returned it to the rack and then carried the bag back over to where She was sat. He handed the bag to Her as he sat back down on the seat.

At first She said nothing and then She leant back towards him and tugged his arm gently with Her hand, pulling him towards Her. He lent towards Her so that their heads were touching.

‘You know I love you don’t you?’ She whispered.

‘Yes’ he replied.

‘And you know how I love having a pretty wife?’

He blushed slightly when She said this.

‘And you know I expect my wife to always do what I tell him?’

He tensed a little, something was coming. He nodded cautiously.

‘And I know how you need to be challenged, that you enjoy such challenges, and that you love behaving and looking like a slut’ She looked directly at him as She spoke these last words Her eyes fixed on his. He forced himself to say yes, his anxiety mounting rapidly.

‘Take this bag and go to the toilet. Take off what you are wearing, and I mean take off everything and put on what is in the bag, then come back and join me here’. She stared at him, watching his reaction. ‘Did you follow that? Repeat what I just told you’ She continued, Her eyes continuing to hold his in their gaze.

He paused; he felt his mind racing as he began to digest what She had just said. ‘You want me to go to the toilets, take off everything I am wearing, put on what is in the bag and return back to the seat’.

‘Good petty’ She replied.

‘Errm, what should I do with the clothes I am wearing?’ He asked.

‘If there is a window, throw them out, if not leave them in the bin’ She said matter-of-factly.

His jaw gaped open and his eyes opened wide in astonishment.

‘Remember you do exactly as you are told, that’s what wives do and you want to look pretty don’t you and show what a slut you are?’

He froze momentarily, unable to respond, unable to think as he digested the implications of Her order. When at last he was able to speak all he could think to say, in a plaintive tone, was ‘and my shoes?’. The shoes were new and comfortable, he liked his shoes.

‘All means all’ She replied ‘shoes, underwear the lot, everything in fact apart from your jewellery, oh and of course your little cage, but of course you couldn’t remove that even if you wanted to’ She smiled as She finished Her sentence and tapped his crotch. He felt his clitty involuntarily stir in its cage.

‘It’s a good challenge don’t you agree?’ She continued. He had to admit it was and one that had taken him totally by surprise and a far greater challenge than he had ever undertaken before.
‘Well, I am waiting’.

He took a last look at Her and then cautiously stood up, took the bag and carefully made his way back down the aisle towards the toilet at the end of the carriage. ’Could he do this?’ he asked himself repeatedly as he made his way down. This really would be a test of how far he might be prepared to go. What else might She make him do? Could he really pluck-up the courage to do as She said? He had done other challenges and he knew that, with each one completed the next became a little easier, but this? This was on a totally different scale. But, if he did do it how well he would have demonstrated his submission to Her. It was a test, of late he’d been doing well, She had complimented him on what a good wife he was becoming. Incrementally She was taking over more and more control of his life. And he was happy, happier than he had ever been. In truth he loved submitting to Her, desired nothing more than to submit further until She had complete control over all aspects of his life whilst coaching and training him to become an accomplished wife and total slut. This was a test, a big one. He was terrified but as his hand reached out to open the door to the toilet he knew he wanted nothing more than to complete it, whatever the cost.

He locked the door behind him and in the narrow confines of the lavatory eagerly ripped open the blue bag... Inside was a white cotton dress. He took it out and held it up. It was sleeveless with a V-neck with a short line of buttons that extended down to the waist. There was a matching white cotton belt attached around the waist and underneath the fabric of the dress flared out. It was the pretty skater-style dress he had pointed out to Her a few weeks ago and which he had longed to have. She must have bought it for him. As he held the dress out in front of him he realised how thin the fabric was, it wasn’t transparent or sheer but he could definitely make out the outline of his hands through the fabric.

He stood holding the dress like that for a minute or two. Could he do this? Dare he? Could he really, did he really want this that much? There would be the rest of the journey, the tube across town and then the final train journey home with him wearing nothing more than this, this beautiful white skater dress.

He was still thinking this when he realised that, unconsciously, he had already began to unbutton his blouse. He returned the dress to its bag, placed it on the lid of the toilet, looked at it for a few more seconds and then slowly continued to unbutton his blouse. He extracted first one then the other arm from the sleeves and dropped the top into the toilet bin before reaching down and untying his shoe laces.

Two minutes later he was naked save for the jewellery he was wearing and his chastity cage. He realised that his toe nails were painted bright pink and that he was wearing his pretty ankle chain, there would be no way to hide those. He suddenly panicked and had second thoughts and began to start to pull out some of the clothes he had discarded in the waste bin. ‘What are you doing?’ he said to himself. ‘You can do this; you want to, you know you do’. He released his grip on the clothes and let them fall back into the bin. He took the dress out of the bag and pulled it on over his head. It was a great fit. He noticed with immense relief that the hem of the skirt, though flared, reached down to just above his knee, affording him a small degree of modesty. He flattened the skirt down and then looked at himself in the mirror. It was a pretty dress.

Right, now the terror begins in earnest, he thought as he tried to mentally steal himself to pluck up the courage to open the toilet door and walk back down the corridor and re-join his Owner. He took some deep breathes and placed his hand on the lock of the door and forced himself to click it open, pull the door towards him and step back out into the train corridor.

He glanced down the length of the carriage. The ten or so other passengers were all either staring out the windows, or engrossed in conversation or reading. Only one stared back at him, Owner. Her eyes lit up and She smiled broadly. He tried to force a smile back then took a deep breath, focussed his gaze straight ahead and set off back down the corridor between the seats back to where She was sat waiting for him.

To his intense relief nobody seemed to notice him at first. He’d made it half way back when he saw that Owner had got up out of her seat and was pointing Her camera at him. ‘Oh wow!’ She exclaimed and as She spoke his cloak of invisibility suddenly vanished and he became aware of ten pairs of eyes that were suddenly focussed on him. His face flushed crimson as he rushed the last few yards and virtually dove into his seat, finally disappearing from view from most of the other passengers whose journey had suddenly, albeit briefly, become more interesting.

Owner sat down next to him.

‘Well done petty!’ She exclaimed, Her face still beaming ‘I didn’t know if you’d do it or not’ She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. ‘And how pretty you look! Were you nervous?’

‘Terrified’ he confessed ‘and still am’.

‘Why did you do it? She asked.

Her question surprised him and he turned towards Her. ‘Because you asked me to’ he replied.

‘And?’ She prompted ‘and because you are..?’

‘And because I am a slut’ he confessed.

‘Such a good slut, what a good slut you are’ She said admiringly ‘walking down a train with a dress and no knickers on, flaunting herself. You may have been terrified but you enjoyed it didn’t you? You like to be told what to do, like to be told to act like a slut, want to dress like a slut and behave like one, don’t you, don’t you? As She spoke She reached under his skirt and between his thighs with one hand, Her fingers searching for his caged clitty forcing him to part his thighs for Her as She reached up and caressed the metal of the chastity cage. As She did this Her other hand reached for the buttons of the dress and undid the top two. She slipped Her hand inside, seeking out and twisting his nipple. Her mouth pressed against his and he felt Her tongue probe inside, rubbing against his as She kissed him violently.

Then just as suddenly She pulled away, withdrew Her hands and looked at him again. ‘My dirty, horny, frustrated little slut’ She cooed. ‘Sitting there with Her lipstick smudged, her top undone and her legs spread. Stay like that, don’t move a muscle’. She turned and reached back down into Her bag and took out Her camera then turned back towards him and took a couple of quick photos. ‘Perfect!’ She exclaimed. ‘Now button yourself back up and straighten out your skirt.’ Still stunned but also aroused by Her sudden groping and fondling of him he realised to his surprise that he no longer felt the intense nervous anxiety that he had felt just a few minutes before. He fumbled to straighten himself out.

‘I really am proud of you’ She said briefly leaning Her head against his shoulder and gently caressing his thigh through the fabric of the dress. ‘What a good slut you are starting to become. Now then I want to carry on reading my book so I suggest you get out your knitting as we still have over an hour to go.’

‘Yes, thank you Owner’ he managed to reply. He reached into the small rucksack down at his feet and extracted the knitting She had told him to bring along. It was a hot water bottle cover that he was making for Her though at present it just looked like a woollen rectangle.

They continued the rest of the journey like this. She read and he knitted. All the while She kept Her hand rested on his thigh, just occasionally stroking it through the material of his dress. She kept Her hand there until the ticket collector came along. Once the collector had stamped their tickets and moved onto the next passengers She gently pushed the hem of his dress higher up his thigh, all the while concentrating on Her book. Higher and higher the hem rode until She had uncovered and exposed his chastised clitty. Then, still concentrating on Her book, She re-positioned Her hand so that it rested on the top of his thigh, trapping the fabric of his dress underneath so that his clitty stayed exposed. 

Try as he might he could no longer concentrate on his knitting such was his state of arousal and he dropped a number of stitches until She moved Her hand down his thigh again, tugging the hem of his dress back into position as She did. All the while not a word was said between them.

Soon the hills and fields of the countryside flashing past out of the window began to transform into the familiar colour and fabric of the city. The guard announced over the tannoy that they were due to arrive in a few minutes time. He felt his anxiety return as the prospect of journeying across London naked apart from the little white dress he was wearing drew close.

Sensing his mounting nervousness She turned to him and checked if he was okay? Despite the butterflies that were now fluttering wildly in his stomach in nodded that he was. She squeezed his hand tight and lent towards him whispering ‘touch your titties for me through your dress, caress them, pinch them’. He looked at Her.

‘I know you like it’ She continued quietly ‘it will help you relax and enjoy your experience as my slut. Go on, do it’ Though said quietly the last statement was a definite order.

As the train slowed through the outskirts of London he cautiously brought his fingers to his breasts and began to caress his nipples through the soft fabric of the dress, feeling them slowly start to tingle and harden as he did so. The more aroused his nipples became the more his anxiety and nervousness subsided.

‘That’s good, keep going’ She whispered encouragingly as She watched Her wife wantonly caress Herself in public on the train. Some people in the carriage began to stir and start to get up as their final destination neared. She waited until the first people started to head down the aisle of the carriage towards the exit before telling him to stop. ‘That’s enough petty. We’ll stay here and let the others get off first and then we’ll get up and get off.’

It was true he did feel a little more relaxed and some of the intense anxiety he had felt had evaporated, replaced instead by a state of happy arousal. He was pleased as well that they were going to wait and get off after the others, somehow that felt like it might be easier. He also entertained the thought that maybe, just maybe She would tell him to hurry back to the toilet and retrieve and put back on his clothes??

But that was not what She had in mind. As the train pulled in She waited until all the other passengers in the carriage had got off before turning to him.

‘Ready?’ She enquired.

He nodded.

‘Ok, let’s go.’ With that She eased Herself up out of Her seat and headed down towards the carriage door. He followed. She paused briefly in the vestibule and waited for him to pick up the suitcase and then She stepped off the train and out onto the platform.

As he stepped down after Her he noticed how cool the concrete of the platform felt on his bare feet. He was relieved to see that all the other passengers were ahead of them at the end of the platform and there was no-one else near them. He had a few more seconds until the ordeal would begin when they walked out onto the main concourse and then down to the tube. 

‘Wait a minute, one more for the album’ She said as She rummaged inside Her bag for the camera. ‘Ok pose for me’ She instructed.

He adopted a couple of what he hoped to be reasonable poses on the platform in front of the train door.

‘Nothing naughty?’ She said, sounding disappointed whilst continuing to hold the camera expectantly.

Gingerly he grasped the hem of his dress and lifted it quickly, offering Her a quick naughty flash.

‘Again’ She instructed,’ that was too quick, do it properly’.

Nervously casting his eyes about he once more lifted his dress up for Her and held it like that until She indicated he could let go, each second seeming to last an eternity as he forced himself to smile for the camera.

‘That’s better’ She said walking back over to him ‘right let’s go’.

It was the longest walk. With each step the main station concourse drew nearer. A concourse crowded with people. A concourse he had to walk across, in a dress, wearing no underwear, barefoot, toes painted pink. Perhaps sensing his fear She briefly squeezed his hand as they walked. And then they were amongst them.
Yesterday Owner and i went to the movies. As is now expected of me by Her whenever we go to the movies or theater together i was instructed to change into a skirt when we got to the venue to wear for the screening. i was then allowed to change out of my skirt and back into my jeans for the journey home. The picture below was taken whilst we waited to enter the theatre. On previous occasions i have worn tights with my skirt, but as it was a warm day i went bare-legged this time. As i think you can tell from the picture i quite enjoy wearing my skirts out in public (though i do still get nervous). Afterwards Owner said She was pleased with me too and remarked that i looked quite a slut in my little skirt - which of course i am. You can judge for yourself below;

Incidentally, the film we watched was The Two Faces of January - which was OK, not brilliant but OK with some lovely shots of Greek landscapes


Owner and i have just returned from a wonderful two week holiday in Lapland in North West Finland, high up in the arctic circle. It is the furthest north we have ever been and we had a wonderful time hiking the forests and fells, spotting wildlife (though sadly i am still yet to see a bear in the wild though i know they were around), relaxing by crystal clear rivers and lakes, exploring some of the small scattered towns and generally having a good time. If you have never been to this part of the world then late May/early June is a wonderful time to visit. The snow is fast disappearing, nature is springing back to life all around but the mosquitoes have yet to get their act together and so have not become a problem (which they apparently are later in June/July).
 

In short, it was wonderful to be able to spend time away with Owner relaxing and enjoying our own company and exploring some beautiful countryside and landscapes. Here are a couple of pictures.



Of course, it wouldn’t be us if that was all we took photos of – Owner also snapped a couple of me enjoying an ‘al fresco’ moment by a river and another of me wearing some less than appropriate arctic clothing!





The problem with holidays though is that they come to an end. We’ve already started to plan our next one to try to cheer ourselves up!


Now that we are back i can once again continue with trying to demonstrate to Owner that i am capable of further development and training to become the wife She can be proud of. Things were a little more relaxed (with Owners permission) whilst we were away – which i am not sure is necessarily a good thing - but i am pleased to report that i have picked up and am continuing with all the tasks, duties and behaviours Owner rightly expects of me since we have got back.
 

We also made a small breakthrough just before we went on holiday. I am a bit of a kleptomaniac by nature and have, over the years, amassed quite a bit of stuff, stuff which clutters up the loft and the flat. Anyway, Owner stated that She wanted me to sell some of my stuff – the money earnt to be put into the household account. Just before we went on holiday i sold two full boxes worth of books and i will be selling or recycling the remainder of the stuff i have collected over the years and for which there is no need. The aim is that, unless something really does have particular sentimental value to me, was gift from Owner, was bought with Her explicit permission or is something She likes then everything else will go. Owner desires a minimalist flat free of clutter. As Her wife Owner rightly expects to be able to tell me what i may and may not do, this is now extended to what i may and may not own. Owner will now determine and decide what i do and do not need and the flat will be re-decorated and re-modelled in accordance with her taste and expectations.


Last, i am also pleased to report that i am continuing with my exercise regimen discussed in my last post. Owner has remarked that my butt is now a bit firmer and perkier. My ambition over the summer is to develop a shapely and firm butt She can be proud of and enjoy and also to slim down my waist and lose my stomach. This is what my butt looks like at present – have a way to go still! :)