Hello Iceland!

This is just a very brief post to say, we made it and are now on our holidays in Iceland. This is our second visit to this magical place and whilst we are here we are planning to visit volcanoes, glaciers and steaming pools. Of course, i will be looking for opportunities to do some little photoshoots and we wasted no time, doing one today - just two days into our stay.

The location was the mysterious volcanic black beach at Vik and you can tell what a determined little exhibitionist slut i am as when taking this picture it was about 10 degrees celsius with a 30km wind and rain - but i was determined to wear my pink bathing suit on the famous black beach of Vik.

Not quite bathing weather!

And here is a shot of the beach the above photon was taken at in Vik

Some of you may recognise this from a certain Icelandic TV series. Anyway, will update more about the trip after we return, i just wanted to say that we made it safe and sound and our adventures have well and truly begun!

Poppet In The Neighbourhood

Today being the 16th meant it was monthly dice day, both to determine how long and what state of chastity i am to be in going forward and secondly to decide what type of outdoor challenge i had to complete. In terms of chastity the Owners' dice decided that i am to stay locked for the next 3 months, but only on weekdays. i will be unlocked at the weekends.

When it came to what type of outdoor challenge i would have to complete and where, well it could not have ended up being more local. This time Owners' dice determined that i was to wear a wig, skirt and high heels in the street outside our flat - a nice, simple, easy to execute challenge with the added thrill of potentially being observed by our neighbours.

i completed the challenge shortly after 9.30am - after the local kids were all in their school. Here i am in my stockings, heels and wig outside where we live

Looking up at Owner in the window

Hello random passing car

Owner observed the whole scene from inside our flat

Owners' view from our lounge

Earlier in the week Owner had me eat from the bowl on the floor with my hands secured behind my back. However, being an old and not very flexible slut She graciously allowed me to rest my dinner on a small stool so that i might better be able to bend forward an eat it - the last time we tried this we realised that i really cannot get my head down between my legs kneeling on the floor - or if i can then i get stuck in that position! So Owner very kindly permitted an adaptation to allow me to finish my dinner and not need Her to lift my head out of my food

Not quite eating from the floor :)

Face full of food

In other news, on Saturday Owner and i start our holidays. We are heading away for two weeks. i am not going to say where we are going in case i jinx the whole thing, but international travel is involved and my knickers and bras are all packed :)

Decisions, Decisions, Decisions and the Exercise of Control

It should come as no surprise to anyone who reads this blog that, in our relationship, it is Owner who makes the decisions. It would not, after all, be a female-led/femdom relationship were that not the case. This control did not magically happen overnight. Surrendering and taking control is not a straightforward thing to do, it can and does take adjusting to by both parties and, in certain areas is not something that should be entered into unless you fully know and trust the other person.

For us it began gradually, developing over time as i surrendered control and submitted fully to Owner. To both of us it is important that Owner's authority and my submission extends to all aspects of our lives. We live this way 24/7 and 365 days a year so it has been important to us that Owners' control over me is practical, can be achieved whatever the circumstances and does not place additional burdens on Her. Fundamentally i should be making Owners' life easier and more enjoyable not creating more work for Her.

Today Owner controls almost every aspect of my life outside of work. Some examples of this include:

• Financial control - my salary goes into a joint account which i can use for household expenses but only with Her permission. i receive a small monthly allowance from that account to use to make small in-month purchases e.g. things like buying drinks in a cafe. 
• Clothing - it is Owner who approves any clothing that i might be permitted to purchase. i may suggest items to Her but may not purchase anything without Her approval. Requests are regularly denied but She often treats me by buying me surprise outfits, pretty underwear etc.
  
• This blog and Facebook - Owner checks and edits all draft posts to this blog and vets and limits what i put on Facebook. 
• Sex - i am not permitted to initiate any type of sexual activity. My body exists solely for Her to use at a time of Her choosing for Her own pleasure and amusement. Most of the time i am kept locked in chastity and denied permission to orgasm. 
• Home furnishing and decor  - our flat is decorated to Owners' taste. My personal effects were disposed of or put in the loft, bar one or two items of sentimental value.
• Eating out - Owner chooses what i will eat or drink when we go out.
• Decision making - in general all decisions are made by Owner, albeit with input from me (see below for what happens when i am asked to decide).
  

All the above, and more, work pretty well and we have quite a well-oiled machine when it comes to Owners' control over me. However, an unfortunate consequence of ceding so much control to your dominant partner is that, rather than making their life easier and more stress-free, you can end up increasing the workload for them considerably. 

To avoid this his we have sometimes adjusted or abandoned some things. At one stage Owner decided what clothes i should wear on a daily basis but we stopped doing this, largely because it was such a faff for Her to have to do. Instead, we simply have some basic expectations of what i will wear in certain circumstances. For example, i will wear skirts and look 'smart secretarial' when i am working from home except on a Friday when i can dress less formally. Likewise, when doing my household chores it is expected that i will wear one of my cleaning uniforms. 

Another form of control that was in place at one point but is no more is that i am no longer collared and cuffed at home. i used to be but have not been for some time now. It was reassuring to be restrained in this manner and is something that i would like to re-start. It was a clear sign of control and helped to delineate my 'working' self from my 'at home' self. Covid and the subsequent lockdown obliterated the lines between these two selves and i admit i miss no longer being physically restrained as i once was. It did, however, create some practical issues e.g. the need to unlock to answer the door.

Another way Owner has found to lessen the burden of decision-making for Her is through the use of dice and cards. She bought some blank-faced dice on which She can write instructions which i then have to randomly 'obey' through a roll of the dice, avoiding the need for Her to regularly come up with new instructions. There are dice that determine whether and for how long i am in chastity and dice that determine where and what type of monthly outdoor 'challenge' i must undertake. The dice have been loaded by Her but, having done this, they can then be used repeatedly whilst ensuring that i am left unsure of what each roll may decide.

A more recent development (as in the last 18 months) has been the use of instructional cards which contain orders from Her. Owner has various sets of these each of which relate to a specific requirement or activity e.g. weekly discipline cards, cards the detail 'treats' for Her, weekly indoor 'challenge' cards and special meal request cards. Having taken the time to write these out and place them in separate bags the cards can then be used for months on end until the last of the particular set of cards has been drawn and Her instruction followed. They then generally get re-used or added to with new cards as fresh ideas strike Owner. This does require some significant initial work by Owner but then leaves the rest of the year free for the cards to decide my fate rather than Her having to keep thinking of fresh things on a daily/weekly/monthly basis. This way it reduces, to some extent, the work for Her.

So far, so good. However, there are occasions, say when Owner is unwell or genuinely does not have a strong view either way on a matter, when She will ask me to decide. These moments can prove quite challenging (for me). i have become so accustomed to simply waiting for Her decision (or making a suggestion when asked) that i find having to make an actual decision myself can be difficult. My 'default' mode is to try and think She would like. Even if i have a strong preference myself the idea that i might put my own desires over Hers, even though i have been instructed to decide, is something that makes me feel deeply uncomfortable and causes me to prevaricate, which in itself is a breach of Her order to me to make a decision. 

i like to input suggestions and Owner almost always asks me for my opinion, especially for big decisions, but it is almost always Her that decides. This is what i am most comfortable with, making a suggestion but knowing that, in the end, She knows best. It is when the boot is suddenly on the other foot and She instructs me to decide that i get all flustered, so i am pleased that this does not happen very often.

In the future i would love for Owners' control over me to tighten still further, for example needing Her permission to use the bathroom or the furniture or to leave the flat but i am conscious of the need for this to be practical and to not create additional burdens for Her.  It would be interesting to hear from readers about what aspects of their lives their dominant partner controls.

Oh, but what a long and rambling post! Owner is going to hate me for having to read and edit all of this so i should try and bring things to a close. i leave you with two 'scenes' from my week. The first image is from when i was again instructed to wear a butt plug whilst working from home. The second two photos are from last night, when i was instructed to practice before bed with my 12 inch double-ended deep-throat training dildo. It has been a while since i have last done this and was a little out of practice! Well done to anyone who has read to the end of this, i hope i have not bored you rigid!

plugged pet

Ready, steady....

Do try not to gag!

100 Swats

Owner administered a slightly different weekly discipline yesterday. Rather than use one of Her canes or paddles on my backside She instead used Her leather fly swat on my 'labia'. After first securing me in the yoke to stop me from thrashing or wriggling about She then set to work warming up my exposed and sensitive bits with the swat. i have to say it is a very effective implement to use 'down there' and She soon had me jiggling about and struggling to count off each strike until the one hundred mark had been reached (Owner expects me to count each stroke for Her - not always an easy task sometimes when She delivers a rapid succession of blows).

For some reason positioning me on my back like this, legs spread forcibly apart, fully exposed, always makes me giggle. No matter how hard i try not to it always still happens. It is a nervous reaction and usually occurs just before Owner lands the first blow. This time, as you can see from the picture below which was taken after my disciplining, i was still giggling helplessly afterwards - i am just thankful She did not strike me another one hundred times on response!

me, after 100 swats from the leather fly swat - see too how the colour of  my chastity device continues to fade

Having administered my spanking i was left to get on with cleaning and mopping the floors whilst Owner listened to Her book. Later, my tasks completed, we sat down and watched a movie together.

As we were watching the film Owner began, once again, to caress, squeeze, pull and stroke my nipples. i adore having my nipples played with in this manner and spent most of the film lying in Owners lap, my bra and top pulled up, breathing a little heavily as Owner idly toyed with my tits. Needless to say it left me excited and aroused.

Owner has been playing with my nipples a lot of late, something we both seem to enjoy. She knows that She can illicit an almost instant from me, sending me straight to a state of contented arousal as my brain is flooded with desire. When Owner touches, caresses or pulls and squeezes them my nipples, which are quite big and fleshy after years of being happily abused, stiffen and grow fully pert. In that state they are wonderfully sensitive and touching them sends delicious sensations right through my body and sends me deep into a happy subspace. Her touching me this way also invariably causes me to spread my legs like the slut i am as i 'purr' with pleasure. With my clitty having been locked almost permanently away having my nipples played with like this, or having my 'labia' spanked, has become one of the few ways in which i get to experience some form of direct sexual pleasure. It is quite intoxicating.

After the film ended my nipples were tucked back away inside their bra and i prepared our evening meal. Then, after i had washed up and sorted out the laundry i gave Owner a foot massage. It was a most relaxing and enjoyable day.

Continuing the breast and bra theme i also, i think for possibly the first time, met up with and went for a meal with each of my parents whilst wearing not only make-up but also one of my padded bras, albeit under a loose fitting blouse - not a tight t-shirt! On Friday Owner and i met up my mother in London and went out for a meal together to a restaurant in London. Then the following day we travelled west out of London to Salisbury where we met up with my dad and his long-time girlfriend for lunch. Neither made any comment although on entering the restaurant in London the maitre d' did pass comment on what nice silver jewellery (just my usual bracelets, rings and earrings) i was wearing.

i have never actually said to either of my parents that i cross-dress, still less that i submit totally to Owner. The two of us, Owner and i, have developed a way of my being able to discretely take instructions from Her in their presence, such as to what i may order to eat or drink. It doesn't always prove possible and sometimes i still end up having to choose for myself, which now feels wrong somehow on the few occasions when it still happens (for context it has been the norm now for many years that when Owner and i eat out She decides what i will eat and drink).

When we are staying with Owners' parents in Spain the opposite is true. My feminine side is much more hidden, i don't wear makeup, nor many of my women's clothes (knickers aside). However, it is probably much more obvious that i submit to Owner and that She is the one in charge in our relationship. However, that is also the norm between Her mum and dad. Her mum is very much in charge of her dad so it is more a case of like mother like daughter. The only difference being that Owners' control over me extends far beyond the purely domestic and financial.

The whole subject of control and submission in a 24/7 and 365 days a year Femdom relationship is a fascinating one. Questions of how control is exercised in private and in public, types and means of control and how moments or occasions when the dominant partner presents the submissive with choices to make are dealt with is an area that i find fascinating. i will do a future post about this and would be really interested to hear other couples in similar relationships perspectives on this.

But, i have digressed massively. Back to Salisbury. It is a very pretty city, one that i haven't visited for about a quarter of a century (typing that makes me feel very old!) and Owner had never visited before. So i leave you with a few photos of the city and its famous cathedral. Take care everybody.