Letting My Hair Down

There are moments in life when things do not go entirely to plan. However, such instances can actually be more memorable and fun than those times when everything went smoothly. That was the case when. as part of Owner's belated birthday present to me, i took to stage in front of about 300+ people last night for  public dance performance as the anime schoolgirl character Marin Kitagawa from the series My Dress Up Darling.

Video still of me on stage before things got..er, interesting

To re-cap, why was i on stage in the first place?

Well, Owner likes to have me perform for Her. She also likes making me perform in-front of others. Whilst this always makes me very nervous, being an exhibitionist little slut i also like being able to show-off and of coursed, as Her submissive wife i obviously always try to do what i am told to the best of my abilities.

For my 56th birthday back in January Owner announced that She had arranged a special treat. Namely, that She had booked for me to perform at the London Anime Con - a three day anime and gaming convention hosted in the convention centre of the Hammersmith Novotel hotel in West London. Owner had also booked us to stay in the hotel where the convention was being held.

Fast forward a little over a month and yesterday (21st February) was the big day. i had chosen some music and rehearsed my little routine. My outfit and wig had arrived and i had even got some coloured contact lenses to wear. i was all set to take to the stage and show the world what a silly and slutty little wife Owner has.

Owner checked us into the hotel on the Friday night. On the Saturday, after breakfast, She set about preparing Her slut (me) for my big moment. First off, She whipped me. She whipped me on my buttocks, She whipped the backs of my thighs, She whipped my lower back and She whipped me between my legs.

Having whipped me Owner then had me lie face-up on the bed, straddled my prostrate body, attached electrodes to my tits and then electrocuted me. She cycled through every setting on the device whilst using Her body weight to stop me from thrashing about.

Next, having whipped and electrocuted me, an arousing Herself in the process, Owner placed Her musky knickers over my face so that i could inhale the fresh scent of Her sex whilst She busied Herself preparing Her cock.

Owner then ordered me off the bed and onto my knees on the floor. She then sat on the edge of the bed and instructed me to start fellating Her cock. At the same time She took Her favourite vibrator in Her hand and proceeded to face fuck Her cock sucking slut as She brought Herself off.

We had only had our breakfast about thirty minutes prior to this and Owners cock was big and thick so i was worried about gagging and then bringing my breakfast back up. Nevertheless, Owner rightly chided me on not fully deep-throating Her wonderful member as She pleasured Her clit with Her vibrator. All the while my mouth slurped, gagged and drooled on Her cock.

After climaxing Owner then rolled onto Her side, presenting me with Her anus and instructed me to lick it out whilst She brought Herself off again. There is nothing in life i love more than licking out Owners' backside - it was a wonderful late birthday buffet! Owner came hard again whilst i remained frustrated and denied.

post-coital cuddles with Owners 'cock' on display and my caged clit

Having thoroughly used Her slut it was time to go visit the convention.

Our plan was to first recce the place and to visit the market stalls before we returned to the hotel room for me to change into my outfit in readiness for my 5pm stage performance. The convention was heaving with people and was quite cramped in places - lots of people packed into small side rooms as well as in the main convention halls. There were plenty of things available for sale but we resisted the urge and returned to the room after we had lunch.

We then chilled for a short while before i started to get ready. The process of doing my make-up, putting on my false eyelashes and coloured contacts and my wig took a while and ended up stressing out both Owner (not good!) and myself. However, eventually i was ready to head down ready for my performance.

posing in the hotel room before setting off

The hall in which i was to perform on the main stage was pretty big

When we arrived it was still early so we had time to sit together before, as the room began to fill, i was ushered backstage.

waiting for showtime with Owner

Backstage i was joined by about 30 other acts. Most were in their teens. i am sure i was the only one in their mid-fifties and i was definitely the only 56 years old slut. My nerves began to build as we waited to be called back into the main hall. When eventually we were the hall was packed out. It was standing room only. There must have been at least 300+ people.

i was the 9th or 10th act. i inched forwards, getting closer and closer to the stage as the acts before me each took their turns in the spotlight until eventually it was my turn. i could see Owner standing  with Her camera recording in the second row from the very front, just in front of the three judges. i could hear my music. My legs propelled me forwards and before i knew it i was on the stage and into my rehearsed routine.

All started well. i was doing the little dance i had practiced, not brilliantly but i had not fallen over or anything dramatic. i began to relax as i pranced about. i wondered, but ultimately did not care, if people thought it odd that a 56 year old man should be pretending to be a teenage girl in short skirt and school shoes and blouse. Little would then have known that under the lace black panties i was wearing i was locked safely in chastity. They would have seen the fake outline of my pert teenage breasts, courtesy of my padded bra. But i was enjoying myself showing off, showing what a little slut i am, doing my wonderful Owner proud and making the most of my birthday present from Her.

Then disaster. i felt my wig slip. i tried to subtly re-position it but then it slipped again, and obviously. i pushed it back into position. However, each time i danced about it kept moving. It was my fault for not having properly secured it. i felt embarrassed and humiliated. Three hundred people were watching as i fought to keep my hair on. i could see the judges looking at me. What was i to do? The video below captures the start of my routine and also the beginning of where things went wrong.

My answer, go with it and try to style it out. In a flourish i pulled my wig and hairnet off. The crowd, who had been mostly silent. Suddenly clapped and cheered. 

picture Owner took of me on stage minus my wig

My music finally stopped and i hastened off the stage towards Owner who, despite my very public mishap seemed delighted with how i had got on. i, however, still felt embarrassed.

After the act that followed me finished their routine i suggested to Owner that we retire from the hall. As we were leaving a stranger congratulated me for having dealt so well with my wig mishap. We headed to the hotel bar and some drinks. 

in the hotel bar sans wig

There another stranger also congratulated me on how i did and a girl even came over and asked if She could take Her photograph with me, which Owner was happy for me to do.

So, did everything go to plan? No. Did we have a great time? Yes. Thank you Owner for a wonderful belated birthday treat. 

For Whom The Bell Tolls

Tomorrow is the day. At Owner's instruction i will once again be taking to the stage in front of a room full of total strangers at an anime convention. This time i will be dressed as a manga schoolgirl character called Marin Kitagawa from the series My Dress Up Darling.

i am both very nervous and very excited at the prospect of taking to the stage and doing a little dance in my little school skirt and blouse, panties, bra, wig and make-up. i will also be locked in chastity. i don't imagine there will be any other 56 year old alongside me in the line-up backstage waiting for their moment under the stage lights!

For Owner it is an opportunity to put Her slut wife on public display and test my willingness to do as i am told. 

Meanwhile, last night Owner sent me to my cage in the kitchen after dinner and after having completed my chores. As usual my wrists and ankles were cuffed and chained, my mouth was gagged with a horsebit gag, an iron cowbell hung from my thick leather collar whilst another, and some heavy weights, hung suspended from my tit piercings -stretching them.

Owner hates noise and so i am expected to remain as motionless as possible, the cowbells providing an instant alert for any movement. That is what i did. Kneeling motionless on all fours, drooling into a small bucket in front of me from my gag and feeling the weights and iron cowbell distend my nipples as they hung suspended from S hooks hanging from my nipple piercings.

i remained like that, in the darkness, as gradually, slowly my hands and my legs went to sleep. i tried to ignore the pins and needles, tried to stay still. i focused instead on the pain in my breasts, embrace it as a distraction from my mounting discomfort. But eventually, that too no longer worked. The pain became too intense. i tried instead to ignore it, to clear my mind, blank everything my body is telling me out, fighting to remain still. 

From the far end of the flat i could hear the muffled sounds of Owner talking on the phone to Her family. Catching up, exchanging news and gossip whilst Her wife, their son-in-law, was locked, gagged and chained inside its dog kennel.

Suddenly, and from out of nowhere, a carnival of lust exploded into my brain. My mind filled with an intense and all-consuming craving for my Owners fingers and hands inside my hot hole, Her cock pushing into my orifices, Her scent, Her taste and touch. My pussy excitedly winked open and shut in the darkness, more drool pooled in the bucket in front of me. Then just as suddenly as it arrived the carnival moved on. i am left with just my discomfort and pain and my frustrated arousal.

i tried to stay still, be good but eventually i had to move. Slowly, very slowly and cautiously so as not to set off the cowbells, i micro adjusted my legs and my hands to bring back some circulation. i then settled again and so the cycle repeated. Discomfort, pain, numbness, desire, arousal. It was, and is, the most delicious torment.

At one point i realised i could no longer hear the soft murmur of Owners voice. The flat was silent. i knew She must be stretched out on the sofa, relaxing and listening to Her audio book.  The thought of Her at repose on the sofa made me smile. Meanwhile, the discomfort, the pain, the frsutrated arousal and desire continued.

Part-way into my evening lock-up Owner checked in on me via the surveillance camera app on Her phone. Her voice came through the surveillance camera, loud and clear. i am unable to speak when gagged so wiggled my bottom in response. The below clip is me wiggling my bottom in the gloom of the kitchen dog crate upon hearing Her instruction. If you turn up the volume you can hear the melodic sounds of my cowbells and metal weights clanging and swinging like church bells with the movement of my body.

The movement of my body eased the numbness in my limbs but the weighted pendulum hanging from my tits, swung hard left and right, left and right, pulling and stretching them painfully as i gleefully acknowledged Owner's voice over the surveillance camera. 

Then, after a period, i realised that Owner had lost interest, returned to whatever it was She was doing. i settled back and returned to waiting motionless in the darkness. 

Wish me luck for tomorrow!

Wedding Anniversary

Today is Owner and my 8th wedding anniversary. We've been together 20 years but it was not until 2018, in Las Vegas, that we tied the knot and i legally became Her wife. You can read all about that momentous day in this blog post.

Fast forward to today and, before breakfast, we exchanged cards and i presented Owner with my tribute to Her to mark the occasion in the form of a silver celtic triskelion with black onyx stone pendant and silver chain; a t-shirt depicting of one of Her favourite wrestlers and a new short, thick cane to add to Her extensive armoury. In return, Owner bought me a small silver triskelion pendant to attach to my bracelet and booked me onto a one day-course in April where i can learn Japanese flower arranging whilst She goes out for lunch and drinks with friends on the same day. It will hopefully equip me with another useful domestic skill to use in Her home. Owner will also be taking me for dinner in addition to having taken me to watch the film Wuthering Heights yesterday, which we both enjoyed. How lucky i have been!!

Today was also the 16th which meant, of course, that it was outdoor challenge day. i had to go into the office for an in-person meeting so i knew i would need to complete the challenge fairly early in the day. The challenge that Owner's dice set for me was to dress in shorts and a bikini top at the entrance to the local DLR light rail station. Being mid-February it was clear that i would need to also wear a big coat but i sought to ensure the rest of my attire was in keeping with the shorts and bikini top by pairing them with some winter stockings (with a pink ribbon tie to match the bikini top) and my high-heeled shoes.

i actually managed to walk all the way from the flat to the station and back in the heels, which also necessitates navigating a steep hill. i was quite proud of being able to totter so far, even if it did mean that a walk that usually takes 8-10 minutes to get to the station took closer to 15-20 in my heels.

You can see how i got on, here i am at the station itself:

And this is me navigating my way there and back

Unlike last month's similar DLR station outdoor challenge (hoodie with skirts and stockings) nobody followed me home this time. In fact all i got were a few looks from passing commuters and members of station staff and then a friendly 'hello' from a passing gentleman. It was a fun challenge to do. i think i am slowly becoming more brazen.

The naughtiness did not end there. Owner had also instructed me to wear a butt plug to a work meeting. As today was a day that i had to go into the office for a two and a half hour work planning meeting with about ten colleagues this meant i would be wearing it in the office. So this was me in the bathroom, just before the meeting started having just popped my heavy metal butt plug into my pussy;

It has definitely been a memorable anniversary for all sorts of reasons!

Roses Are Red, My Bum Is Too...

Neither Owner nor i have ever celebrated Valentine's day together. For us it is just another day. However, Owner didn't miss an opportunity to redden my bottom and thighs with Her school cane this Valentine's Day.

Reddening bottom and backs of thighs from my caning

She then quickly followed this up by securing my legs and wrists in the black and red wooden stocks before zapping my labia bits, clit and pussy entrance thirty times with Her black and flame red electro tazapper.

twisted on the sofa after being shocked 30 times

Red most definitely was the colour even without the Valentine's celebration.

The week had started with me finding myself stood, essentially naked, hands on my head with the vicious spiked and spring-loaded clover clamps biting deep into my nipples for all the world to see for 45 minutes. 

Owner had instructed me to stand like that facing the corner of the lounge of Her flat. i stood facing the corner in front of one of the large windows that faces out onto the street and the flats and houses opposite ours. The window blinds were open and although the net curtain was drawn the fact that it was dark outside but the lounge light was on behind me. This meant that i was framed and visible in the window to the neighbours opposite, people looking up from the street or looking out from the busses that regularly trundle up and down our road.

Here's a rear view of me stood with my hands on my head;

Needless to say, by the time the 45 minutes were up i had lost most of the feeling in my arms and my clamped tits were on fire! It was, however, quite exciting knowing i was on public display.

On Thursday, after i had finished work for the day and completed my cleaning chores, Owner secured me in a head and wrist yoke and then electrocuted my still sensitive tits.

Afterwards i prepared and served the evening meal, washed up and was then sent to my cage for an hour, wrists and ankles secured, bit gag in place and cowbells and weights suspended from my leather neck collar and nipple rings. The cowbells are to discourage me from moving as they make quite a clanging noise if i move - Owner hates noise - so they incentivise me to remain as motionless as possible. Meanwhile the weights (and second cowbell) gave my nipples a good hard stretch, helping to train me to tolerate pain.

The hour passed surprisingly quickly and afterwards i was permitted to join Owner on the sofa and watch a TV series with Her.

This week has also seen the continuation of the same weather pattern that has been the hallmark of the UK weather since Christmas, rain and more rain. This means the ground is sodden and thus the paths that Owner uses through the park on Her early morning walks are wet and muddy. The plus side of this though is that it makes my morning ritual, of waiting naked to then kiss and lick Owners footwear when She comes in from Her early morning walk, extra enjoyable. There is something strangely special about licking and kissing Owners wet and mud splattered shoes. i like to ensure that they are left spotless and clean.

On Friday after work Owner took me out for some drinks followed by a pizza. We had a lovely time. Here i am, flashing my bra (what is it with pubs that always makes me want to flash my bra?) in the busy pub.

As you can see it has been a good week but it has not quite come to an end. Tomorrow we head to the cinema to watch the new Wuthering Heights movie. 

Next week Owner is taking me to dinner to celebrate our wedding anniversary and then next weekend i have my stage performance to look forward to. It promises to be a memorable week.

Poppet The Not-So-Shy Exhibitionist??

The words 'shy' and 'exhibitionist' may seem like odd and contradictory bedfellows but i believe in my own case, and possibly for others, it is true. Owner may dispute this but i assure you that, with me, it is definitely the case that i am, or at least i was, a shy exhibitionist. However, thanks to Owner and Her training and guidance i have become bolder than i ever imagined would be possible. Let me explain.

That i am an exhibitionist is beyond doubt. In my early teenage years i would sneak out of my parents house at dawn and streak naked around our suburban neighbourhood. Why i did this i don't know, i just had a compulsion to do so and found it exciting and thrilling.

Fast forward to completing my MA at University, just before i started studying for my doctorate, and one night you would have found myself and a female friend streaking naked through the computer room - back in the days when virtually nobody had PCs and emails had just become a thing and you went to a special computer room on campus to send and receive messages.

In my mid-twenties i would, on occasion, be found naked on a beach on holiday. Of course i would never countenance such a thing now, not when there are pretty bikini's that can be worn instead! But that was way back then, before i knew Owner and before my feminisation journey began.

However, i was also what i would describe as quite shy. The streak at University happened on a night when i was pretty drunk, the naked sunbathing only if i knew i was alone or was with my then partner and nobody else. Even my early teen escapades happened at a time of the early morning when nobody was really about. The idea of showing my feminine self in public would have terrified me. It simply would not have happened. It was Owner who helped me to overcome such inhibitions.

i still recall the terror i felt the first time i took a bus with Owner whilst, at Her insistence, i was wearing make-up. Or the first time i stepped out with Her in a skirt or flashed my bra in Central London with Her alongside.

Each occasion, though nerve wracking, was made easier by Owner's presence and encouragement as She expertly but gently pushed me to become ever more willing to appear and show myself as She requested. At the same time Owner made it clear that She expected me to be willing to do anything She demanded (She still does) and to be proud to show myself as Her slut, which i still most definitely am.

Owner's next move was to start setting random outdoor challenges for me to complete on my own, without Her reassuring presence. To begin with i was nervous as hell, mortified about making eye contact with any passersby as i posed awkwardly to provide Owner with photographic evidence of a task completed. Tasks that evolved over time from wearing heels or flashing my bra to shopping wearing a skirt etc. To quote Gloria Gaynor:

"At first i was afraid, i was petrified"

But then something amazing happened, i started to become more confident, more daring, less scared of being seen by others. i also got a bit better at posing, something that Owner continued to train and coach me to improve via the photoshoots She regularly stages for me.

A demonstration of how far i had come, how much more brazen i was, how prepared i was to appear and dress however and wherever Owner desired came when Owner told me that i was to take the stage dressed in a short manga maid's outfit in front of hundred's of people at an anime convention. Oh, and i was also in chastity, obviously. As i waited my turn in the line-up of performers it dawned on me that most of those also waiting their turn in the spotlights were in their teens or twenties. It was February 2020, the world was blissfully unaware that Covid was about to close it down, i had recently just turned 50 years old and i was about to step out on stage dressed as a maid.

You can read all about how i got on in my blog post about it. i was so, so nervous and yet also so, so pleased with myself and how i had got on. Owner applauded me in the audience and told me afterwards how pleased She was with how i had done as i was told and performed in front of a room full of strangers. Her shameless little slut had danced about on stage in front of a few hundred people in a short little manga maid's outfit, with bunny ears whilst in chastity.

i was on a real high afterwards, i had been so, so nervous before and then having done it was such a buzz. i was super proud of having demonstrated to Owner that i could overcome my nerves and perform in front of Her, that Her slutty wife could make Her happy and proud.

So, why do i write all of this?

Well, as part of my 56th birthday treat Owner bought tickets for the two of us to the London anime convention. She also selected and chose a manga outfit for me to wear. The schoolgirl outfit worn by the character Marin Kitagawa from the anime series My Dress-Up Darling 

The character Marin Kitagawa i will be appearing as

The convention runs over a weekend in late February and is held in a hotel in London. Owner has booked accommodation for us and i have formally and obediently registered and booked my spot to take to the stage as Marin. i have even selected the music i will be appearing on stage to the soundtrack of. 

The event is in a few weeks time, meaning that i don't have long to get my routine sorted. i have been practicing my little dance in the flat, much to Owners' amusement.

i am really excited, but also a little nervous. i hope to make Owner proud of Her wife and to hold my head high, do my little dance and act as if it is the most normal thing in the world for a middle aged person like myself to cosplay as a teenage girl whilst locked in chastity in front of a room full of strangers. Totally normal, right? :)

My ultimate fantasy would be to one day perform for Owner and others in a strip club or in a burlesque cabaret. Now that would be the ultimate exhibitionist challenge! i very much doubt, however, that any such venue would let me anywhere near their stage. In the absence of such a show, however, Owner continues to test and challenge my ability and willingness to pose and show what a true exhibitionist slut i have become on the streets of London through the monthly challenges and tasks Her dice decide for me on the 16th of each month. i also get to strip for Her from time to time, which often ends up with us both in hysterics.

In that regard, February promises to be a fun month with a random outdoor challenge to complete followed about a week later by me taking to the stage. What a lucky exhibitionist slut i am and how grateful i am to my wonderful Owner for training and pushing me and giving me the confidence to overcome my shyness and reveal my true self to the world.

Of course, i am not a tart all the time Owner takes me out. Mostly i am quite demur and respectable, such as when She took me for some drinks after attending an Asian indoor lunar market/fair. We actually ended up having drinks in the, quite pretty, bar of the Novotel hotel in Greenwich as all the pubs were showing the damn rugby on TV screens. As you can see i was very respectable

i only flashed my bra once :)

After a few drinks Owner took me out for a meal in our favourite Turkish restaurant. It was a lovely day and evening spent in Her company.

There were also two girls in the hotel reception that caught my attention last night. They were posing and preening, dressed all tits and arse, taking selfies for their instas or their websites (who knows). i admired their confidence - especially as the receptionist kept giving them the evils, but they cared not.

Later, Owner showed me some pictures on Her phone. They had been sent to Her by one of Her good male friends. He is gay and is, by all accounts, currently fucking his way around the Caribbean. He had sent Owner some pictures of his latest fuck buddies and these were the photos Owner showed to me. 

Both were fit and cute although each sported neatly trimmed beards (i am not a fan of beards). Disappointingly, each was clothed from the waist down although one of the boys was grabbing his crotch VERY suggestively. Still, it was a shame there were apparently no dick picks, now they would have been nice to see!

Owner and Her gay friend and another friend of theirs are all hoping to go on holiday for a few days sometime this year. i hope they manage to. i am sure that Owner would have a riotous and memorable time with them.

Today Owner and i are having a quiet day at home. This morning, after completing my studies, chores and exercises i had a shower. After doing my make-up Owner presented me with a delicious fresh glass of Her piss

the special piss glass

Which i drank with relish

As you can tell i love drinking Owners' piss.

Piss consumed i then hastily dot dressed so that i was ready and decent to take delivery of our groceries when they were dropped off late morning. This is what i was i was wearing to greet the delivery driver and haul the groceries up into Owner's flat. The text on the front reads 'Hot Wife Slut' - it is a LBD that Owner bought for me a while back

The rest of the day will likely comprise some chores and spending time with Owner and enjoying Her company. i hope readers have a lovely day too.

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A Very Special Evening

A bit of a landmark moment has occurred in Owner and my relationship, something we have talked about and discussed and planned to make a reality, only for those plans to subsequently fall through due to external factors. Not anymore. Not tonight. The mutual ambition has now been made real, creating a very special moment for Her and i and marking a further deepening of my submission to Her and Her control over me.

What, you ask, was this really special moment?

Well, Owner went out for a meal straight after work with colleagues of Hers, leaving me at home. That is something quite normal. Whenever Owner meets Her friends or goes out with colleagues i remain at home doing my chores etc.  At home is, after all, where i belong.

What made tonight so special was that whilst Owner was enjoying Her meal i was locked up, chained and gagged in the dark in my cage at home in Owner's kitchen watched over by the surveillance camera, enabling Owner to observe Her submissive wife on Her mobile phone from the comfort of the restaurant. It was a truly magical and special evening. 

To be secured in my place, caged and naked save my stockings, drool leaking from the horsebit gag in my mouth, wrists and ankles chained and secured, cowbells hanging from a thick leather collar and suspended from my tits so that any movement by me would ring out loud, weights hanging from my tit piercings and to remain like that knowing that Owner could be watching me at any time via the surveillance camera whilst She dined. Wow. That really was special.

i know that there will be readers that will wonder why on earth i might want to do that? Why Owner might wish me to do that? but i also know that there are others out there, reading this who will understand exactly why this was such a special shared moment between Owner and i. An opportunity for me to physically demonstrate my submission and willingness to be controlled by, and to suffer for, Her even though She Herself was not here but was out having a lovely evening.

After about 40 minutes spent motionless on all fours, chained with the weights and iron cowbell silently tugging on my tits and the other cowbell hanging suspended from my collar Owners voice suddenly filled the room.

'Hello pet' She said, followed by 'what a lovely bottom'

Me inside my cage as seen by Owner - unfortunately the mesh entrance flap had come down without me realising it which is why my bottom appears lost in the gloom

She was watching and speaking to me through the surveillance camera that, at that moment, was trained on my posterior as i knelt in the cage. i immediately began to wiggle my bottom in excited acknowledgement (the bit gag made it impossible for me to speak). My chains and bells clanged and rattled and the weights swung haphazardly, pulling hard on my tits. It was a wonderful moment knowing that my amazing Owner was watching over and speaking to me, Her chained wife from afar. Then it was over. Silence returned.

After seventy-five minutes had elapsed, as per Owners instructions to me, i unlocked myself and exited my cage. The time i spent locked was thrilling, arousing, exciting as well as tedious, uncomfortable and painful. In short, it was wonderful and i am so grateful to my wonderful Owner for having Her wife remain locked up like that whilst She dined and enjoyed Herself and the company of Her friends.

i would love for Owners dining companions to also know that the woman that they were dining with has a submissive wife who was, at that very same moment, locked up at home in the darkness whilst She was out enjoying their company. Owner is, however, a very private person (unlike me) and so they will have remained blissfully unaware what She will have been occasionally glancing at on Her phone.

Later that evening Owner messaged me to say She was heading home so i walked down to the railway station to meet Her when Her train arrived, took Her bag and escorted Owner back to Her home.

It was a wonderful and blissful evening. i appreciated the opportunity to clear my mind, be still and focus solely on thinking about Owner and how lucky i am to be able to serve and submit to such an amazing woman.

Having now been kept caged whilst Owner has met with friends my fervent wish is that She might consider making this the new normal for me and leave me caged every time She is out relaxing and having fun.  

Greeting Ritual

Someone recently asked me if Owner and i were still maintaining the morning greeting ritual that we established as a means of me displaying my submission to Her whilst, at the same time She demonstrates Her authority over me. The answer is, yes, absolutely.

My morning greeting ritual has come to be my favourite moments of the day. It is both an opportunity to re-affirm my submission to Owner, but also to pause and reflect and to honour Her. In return, i am physically reminded of Owner's authority over me.

The ritual consists of five parts and it typically commences at about 6.40-6.45am on a weekday when Owner leaves the house to go for Her early morning walk around the local park.

Part one - the departure

This part lasts only a few seconds but sees me at the window, curtains pulled back, waving goodbye to Owner as She leaves the flat and heads up the street to the park. Owner always acknowledges my wave with a wave back of Her own as She pauses and looks up at me, Her wife, waving from the window, before She sets off on foot up the hill.

Part two - the floor sweep 

As soon as Owner has departed i set about sweeping the floors, starting first in the lounge and then working from room to room through the flat. Each room is swept, as too is the staircase leading down to the front door. The expectation is that, upon Her return to Her home Owner should find the floors spotless.

Part three - the message

Whilst She is out, walking around the park, Owner is able to observe me at work via the surveillance camera. At some point as i am sweeping i will often suddenly hear Her voice through the camera. This is my queue to pause what i am doing and present myself to Her by curtsying in front of the camera's ever watchful gaze before speaking with Her. Sometimes Owner takes a photo of me using the surveillance camera.

Part four - the wait 

Having swept and tidied i then strip naked and position myself at the top of the staircase that leads down to the front door of Her flat in readiness for Owners return. i place Her favourite leather paddle and my mobile phone on the floor in front of me and then complete seventy-five squats, to exercise my glutes, before settling down on my haunches, legs parted and palms resting open on my thighs. open pose style. i then stay like that and wait.

Waiting for Owner to return home

Sitting like this, waiting to hear the sound of the outside gate opening and closing that heralds Owner is returning home is a wonderful moment of reflection. i remain motionless and focused. My thoughts are about Owner. i can feel my excitement and eagerness for Her to return. She is the centre of my world. When i hear the outside gate open and close as Owner comes in off the street i feel excited and elated.

Part five - the greeting

This is the final and most important part of the ritual.

As Owner opens the door to the flat i raise my arms and wave at Her in greeting. Then, after She has shut the door behind Her and started Her ascent up the staircase into the flat i pick-up the paddle and my mobile phone and hold them out in front of me for Her to take from me when She reaches the top stair.

Then, as She steps off the final stair into the corridor i bend forwards, tilting at the hips and kiss and lick Her shoes in greeting. First one, then the other.  

Kissing Owners feet in greeting

As i am prostrating myself and kissing Her feet Owner uses the paddle to beat me, sometimes striking me on my buttocks, sometimes striking between my parted legs to beat my vulnerable labia plums, sometimes a combination of both.

That is our morning weekday ritual, one that happens every working day, whatever the weather, unless one of us has to go into the office. It does not matter if it is teaming with rain outside, Owner will still go for Her walk. All it means is that, when She returns and i greet Her in my usual style i can feel the dampness of Her footwear against my my lips and tongue, taste the grit of the mud on Her shoes as She beats me. If truth be told i actually quite like kissing Owners shoes when they are muddy!

Anyway, the above routine is how Owner and i start most working days. It is a routine that we have both come to love. A reminder at the start of the day of my submission to Her and of Her authority over me. A ritual that sets us up for the day to come.

Pain and Piss - My Drug and Drink Of Choice

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Used Panties On My Head & A Cock In My Mouth

That, dear reader, is how i roll. At Owners instruction, obviously.

Owner likes to occasionally have me humiliate myself in public and this week was one such an occasion. She instructed me to take a pair of Her used knickers, go to the park and then take a selfie with me wearing them on my head.

Instructions like these are, quite obviously, non-negotiable. Accordingly, on Monday afternoon i found myself in our local park with dog walkers, parents with toddlers, teens coming out of college for their lunch break, sitting on a park bench with a pair of Owners used knickers positioned on my head.

i plucked up sufficient courage to take a few pictures of me completing my task. Despite my nervousness i loved the opportunity to inhale Owners wonderful scent through the gusset of Her panties. It left me quite excited and aroused as i sat there, inhaling deeply, showing the world how shameless i am.

i would love, one day, to have the courage to walk a lap of the park with Owners panties over my head to show Her just how obedient and willing to be humiliated for Her amusement i am.

Here are some pictures of me in the park.

What a wonderful aroma

The following day, after work, i was in the kitchen finishing off prepping food for dinner when Owner came through, handed me one of Her dildo's and instructed me to 'suck her cock' for fifteen minutes. The cock was stuck to the door of the fridge/freezer and i sank down onto my knees and set to work fellating it whilst Owner observed me as She blow dried and straightened Her hair in the corridor.

i really love sucking cock whilst watched by Owner and it wasn't long before drool was running down my chin and pooling on the floor. The dildo is a 'realistic skin' variety and so i was also able to masturbate it as i fellated it.

Owner remarked that She enjoyed having Her slut wife suck cock wherever and whenever She wanted. The feeling is definitely mutual. i also find the act of sucking cock arousing and exciting and as i worked my mouth up and down its length and gripped and pulled the skin back and forth i could also feel my pussy grow warm as it twitched, winked open and closed and quivered, hoping to be fucked. Meanwhile, my little clit throbbed in its cage.

Owners' viewpoint of me sucking cock

The fifteen minutes were over all too soon and Owners cock was cleaned and then returned to Her custody.

Just two examples of how this owned slut and wife rolls.