Life Goes On And Some Good News

Whilst Putin and his cronies plunges Ukraine into a bloody conflict, pitting ordinary Ukrainians and Russians against each other in a war neither people wants, life here goes on...sort of. It is difficult not to feel deeply saddened and helpless in the face of events in Europe. The Red Cross have set up an international appeal to help people caught up in the conflict and you can donate here.

Meanwhile, Owner and i have been continuing with our lives and i have been continuing with my chores and routines. i am pleased to say that Owner administered a good corrective caning on Friday, Her regular weekly physical reminder, not that any such reminder is needed, of who is in charge. It left me with a thoroughly warmed bottom and back of thighs

my rosy post-caning bottom and back of thighs

Earlier in the week i was to be found in a work online meeting wearing no skirt or panties, again at the behest of Owner

looking serious in just my stockings, blouse and bra

Then, this morning i was treated to a glass of Owners' finest amber nectar. Today's was quite a rich vintage. As you can tell from my face i was looking forward to downing it

looking forward to drinking my early morning glass of Owners' piss

down the hatch

Later this morning Owner and i are heading out to Canary Wharf for lunch followed by a walk along the Thames. It is a lovely sunny day so it should be a lovely stroll.

And finally, amidst all the horrible news i am glad to end this blog with some good news. Overnight, Mrs K posted that her husband and fellow blogger Sissy Kaaren was out of hospital and back at home being cared for by her and her friend Stacy. Furthermore, that she had 'just come back from tucking him in. In his own bed. In his pretty nightgown' - which is great news. We wish Kaaren a speedy recovery.

Solidarity With Ukraine

Owner's and my heart goes out to the people of Ukraine right now and to those brave Russians risking arrest to protest Putin's war. May his own days be numbered.

This is not a blog about geopolitics but how can one stay silent in the face of an unprovoked invasion of one European country by their better armed neighbour, all at the behest of one insecure man? To the brave men and women of Ukraine, and to ordinary Russians horrified by what is being unleashed in your name, my heart goes out to you all.

New Blouse, Faux Pas and Pissoire

Owner and i had a relatively quiet weekend. We managed to avoid getting blown away in the storms that seem to be sweeping across the UK with worrying regularity of late. On Saturday we took delivery of a new fridge/freezer for our kitchen. However, yours truly managed to order an integrated rather than a free standing unit so, so i hastily arranged for the one delivered to be returned and a free standing one to be delivered on the Sunday instead. So two lots of delivery men got to see me in skirts and stockings within the forty-eight hours.

In other 'news'. Owner gifted me a blouse She bought for Herself but never wore. i wore it today for work, it is really pretty and though i was wearing it to online work meetings only it is a blouse that could also be comfortably worn for face to face meetings or at events. You can see the blouse in question in this picture of me below modelling my work attire for today.

my new blouse

Finally, just before i started work this morning Owner had me drink some of Her golden nectar which She had 'decanted' into a bowl on the floor. It was a lovely way to start the new working week.

drinking Owner's piss from a bowl on the floor before work

Finally, a quick shout out to the lovely fellow blogger Sissy Kaaren who has not been well. i just wanted to wish her a speedy recovery, i know she will be being well looked after by Mrs K.

Painting (and Dancing) by Numbers

Well, after a week in which i paraded about in our local station in my high heels, walked around our neighbourhood with Owners' used knickers on my head and had my pussy well and truly stretched and stuffed, it ended with Owner giving my backside a thorough caning.

By the time She had finished my butt cheeks and backs of my thighs had been painted a deep red as She brought the thickest of Her canes down a total of two hundred and fifty times. As i counted each stroke Owner got right into the swing of things, even dancing about at one point as She struck from one side then the other.

Caning over i was left with a very warm bottom indeed! It was then time for me to make dinner, then clean the kitchen and give Owner a foot massage. It has been quite the week.

my bottom post-caning

Slut Training

Owner gave me a bit of a workout this evening, She had me fellate and deep-throat Her large brown dildo whilst at the same time She opened my pussy up with Her hand before then stretching it deep and wide with the huge tentacle dildo. The tentacle dildo really is quite something, it is super long and girthy and weighs in at over a kilogram. It truly is a marvel. It is amazing how good it feels as it pushes deep into my pussy and stretches me out, it is also amazing how readily my pussy opens up these days to accommodate it. But open up i did, i moaned and groaned as i took it inside me whilst i simultaneously sucked and slurped on the other dildo. i was the happiest slut in town as i was well and truly spit-roasted.

As i fucked myself on the enormous tentacle Owner reached underneath me and massaged and spanked my swollen bits hanging free beneath my caged little clitty. It felt wonderful to be groped and fondled like this as whilst at the same time hungry my pussy was being well and truly stuffed and plumbed. Stretched out and opened up i was, i hope, able to show Owner what an accommodating slut She has helped me to become. i thrust back and forwards, eagerly fucking myself on the monster dildo. i really have become a total size whore.

However, Owner made sure that i did not enjoy myself so much so as to risk an accident. It is now over eighty days since my last orgasm and Owner has become adept at making me wet, horny but denied and this was no exception. Having stretched and groped me and had me demonstrate what an accomodating slut i have become, She stopped, leaving me very wet and horny. 

Fun over, i was instructed to clean up and prepare dinner.

The giant tentacle dildo readied for action - note the size compared to Owners' hand

fucking the tentacle

meanwhile...at the other end

i had my mouth full of cock

Anniversary and Outdoor Challenge

Today Owner and i celebrated our fourth wedding anniversary. Yes, this day four years ago Owner and i were standing under the iconic 'Welcome to Las Vegas' sign in Nevada, me in a pink dress and heels, Owner in a trouser suit and bow tie, getting hitched in front of a throng of tourists. It was a wonderful day and we both hope to return sometime to renew our vows.

To mark our wedding anniversary we each got each other a card and gifts which we opened at breakfast. Owner bought me a beautiful silver bracelet - i am a sucker for bracelets - engraved 'Owner 💛 pet'. It is super pretty and nice and chunky and i love it. In return i bought Owner a red leather, braided whip and a very cute clitoral stimulator - which i hope will bring Her many hours of pleasure.

Our anniversary cards to each other - guess who gave which to who:)

Owners' new clitoral stimulator - super cute or what?

Owners' new leather whip

My super lovely new bracelet (the top one)

It being the 16th of the month also meant that today was the day of my monthly outdoor challenge. i duly rolled Owners' dice that decide what challenge i need to complete and where i need to complete it, and the result was that i was to wear high heels and trousers at our local railway station. 

Owners' challenge dice decided

This combination has come up before and is a challenge that is less nerve wracking to complete than some of the other potential combinations. Today, however, was a busy day at work and so it was not until late afternoon that i was able to escape from work to complete my task. By that point the station was starting to get busy with commuters. It was also swarming with police for some reason - maybe they'd had a tip off :).

Anyway, i found my spot on the platform completed the challenge i had been set. Owner was satisfied with how i got on, you can see the results below

down at the station in my heels

in my raincoat and heels

and my funky headphones

It was a fun challenge to complete.

One final bit of news, i am now the proud owner of a new food bowl that Owner ordered for me. Regular readers may know that i am required to always eat from a dog bowl, and have had the same metal bowl for years. In fact, so accustomed am i to always eating from it that i have on occasions eaten from it when we have had family staying. i did wonder what they thought of the fact i was using a dog bowl to eat from, especially as we do not have a dog!

Anyway, my new bowl arrived today, and it even has the nickname Owner uses for me inscribed in pink on the side, aren't i lucky

That's it for now, until the next blog post.

Roses Are Red....

Owner and i never really celebrate Valentine's Day. However, in a break with tradition and 'inspired' by the challenge that Owner had me complete today here is my short Valentine's poem (almost a haiku really it is so short) to the woman that i love and adore;

My Bottom Is Red

My 'Plums' They Are Blue

i Wore Your Knickers On My Head 

'Cause i Love And Submit To You

In case you are wondering what on earth i am talking about, today Owner instructed me to walk around our neighbourhood wearing a pair of Her used panties on my head, which i duly did

leaving our front garden and heading off with Owners' used knickers on my head

with Owners' used blue panties on my head

hello passing motorist

Food and Furniture

Owner and i have feasted well this weekend. Yesterday, Owner took me out to a Middle Eastern restaurant called Ceru off Bayswater Road where She ordered us a wonderful spread of delicious dishes and even treated me to a beer as well. The food was lovely but we were both very full when we left. After a short stroll through Hyde Park we visited an exhibition in South Kensington before returning home.

at the restaurant with Owner

Today (sunday) has been spent at home. i prepared a roast chicken with all the trimmings for lunch and then did some cleaning and chores and gave Owner a massage. 

carving the roast - watched by the zombie cow butter dish

When i was done Owner gave my 'labia' a beating with Her metal disciplinary device before having me act as her human side table for a while for Her to rest Her drink on my backside.

freshly showered and legs spread, presenting my 'labia' for a beating

human side table

This afternoon i also found out what challenges i will be required to undertake this week and how i will be disciplined next weekend. Luckily for me the challenges comprise a mix of the deeply humiliating (having to walk around the block wearing Owners' panties on my head) and enjoyable (being fucked by the huge tentacle dildo whilst fellating another dildo). In addition, on Wednesday i will also be rolling the monthly outdoor challenge dice to see what location and outfit i will have to wear outside and where i will be wearing it. It promises to be quite the week.

In other news, Owner bought me this super pretty blue skirt. i love it. Owner says the powder blue colour really suits me, what do you think dear reader?

my pretty new skirt

Proud to be Owner's Submissive Slut Wife

One of the things that i hope comes across in this blog is how happy i am to be owned by Owner and how equally how happy i have become in my own skin . Owner is a wonderful and extremely talented woman who excels in everything She puts Her mind to. Intelligent and creative as well as beautiful i can not envisage a life without Her. Indeed, i struggle to even recall or imagine the person i was and the life i used to live before we met.

Our life together has transformed me for the better. Through Owner i have been able to find and connect with the real me and realise who i truly am. She has guided me, encouraged me and helped me to grow into the person i have become. In my early fifties i feel happier, more self-confident and at one with myself than i have ever done in my life.

It was with Owner's guidance, encouragement and training that i have been able to embrace the real me, the feminine, submissive, slutty, exhibitionist self that i am. She taught me to obey and to serve Her. She liberated me by taking control of all aspects of my life. In doing so She helped me to become a better person than i was. She continues to train, coach, challenge, chastise and discipline me to help me become the best i can for Her, and for me.

She has given me the confidence, not simply to be me, but to be seen to be the real me. i am comfortable in my skin and not embarrassed to be seen as i really am. Take today for example. We had some workmen in all day doing electrical works. i was working from home and dressed as i always am on such days. i chatted with and discussed things with the two electricians, made them cups of tea, looking like this.

me today

In addition, i have also now spoken at two live conferences this past fortnight (with real audiences in front of me), not just zoom or similar such events. Again, on both occasions i had my make-up on, and a smart blouse with padded bra. The only difference in how i looked from the above picture being that i was not wearing my pink bell collar (it came off just beforehand) and i wore trousers over my knickers and chastity device instead of a skirt. Before and after i presented i mingled and chatted with the delegates who were nearly all suited and booted. One or two gave me a slight 'look' but none reacted negatively to the feminised speaker amongst them.

A year or two ago i would have toned it down. Worn a little less makeup and swapped out the padded bra for an unpadded one. Now i am proud to be who i am and be seen for who i am. i am proud when, in restaurants, Owner orders my food for me,  proud to have to check with Her and obtain Her permission before agreeing anything, proud to be disciplined by Her, proud to have been permanently inked with symbols of Her control over and ownership of me, proud to show the world what an exhibitionist slut i am, proud to be Her wife. i am a submissive, sissy slut and i am proud to be seen as such.

Most of all, however, i am grateful. Grateful to have an owner who is as loving, understanding, caring and creative as She is. i am a truly lucky and happy submissive slut.

The Happy Arse Licker

 'I love cumming with your tongue in my arse'

'You have a lovely face to sit on'

The above are two of the sentences uttered this morning by Owner. She has a beautiful and a delicious backside and on occasion i am treated to the luxury of pleasuring and worshiping Her anus with my tongue. Such occasions are moments of great intimacy, which serve also as reminders of my place and purpose, Her arse-licking, human sex toy. This morning was just such a moment.

After waking me by caressing my breasts, fondling and spanking my little caged clit until the hanging plums of my labia were heavy and swollen Owner directed my attention to Her own pleasure. Kneeling on the bed She directed me to position myself between Her thighs, so that my tongue might delight Her whilst She brought Herself off with Her vibrator.

i live for such moments. i adore the taste of Owner's anus, can't get enough of it in fact i could feast for hours, delighted and intoxicated. Sometimes Owner will position Herself on all fours and i have me kneel behind Her whilst i worship Her heavenly backside.  On other occasions She will lay on Her side and lift up Her upper leg, inviting me to place my lips against Her inviting sphincter and worship Her with my tongue. My favourite position, however, (and i think Hers too) was the one She adopted this morning. Her sitting above me, straddling my face, pushing down and enveloping me, suffocating me as i strive to pleasure Her with my out-stretched tongue.

i licked hungrily and enthusiastically between Her butt cheeks, my tongue lapping and circling the entrance of Her anus before pushing inside. As my tongue entered Her Owner sank down lower, smothering my face completely. i felt and heard Her vibrator buzzing against the bridge of my nose as She worked it against Her clit whilst my tongue licked and probed Her backside.

Worshiping Her anus like this with my tongue has become the main way that Owner uses my body sexually. My tongue serves as Her human sex toy, pleasuring Her backside with whilst Her primary sex toy purrs away mechanically against Her clit. Occasionally She may also rub and grind against other parts of my body but my tongue in Her anus is what She seems to enjoy the most. It is the only part of me that is allowed to penetrate Her, it has been well over a decade since my clit was last allowed inside Her. i can't imagine it ever being allowed inside of Her again, She has no need of it. Her toys and my tongue do a much better job than it ever did.

It's curious to think that some people might think that my sex life ended in my late thirties. That was the last time my clit was allowed inside Owner. Yet, here i am, well over a decade later and i am living my happiest years and i am more sexually and emotionally content and fulfilled than ever i was in my teens, twenties or thirties. What i had once referred to as my cock was, in fact, nothing of note. Nicknamed, rather accurately, 'floppy' during my first disastrous attempt to lose my virginity in my late teens it led to years of disappointment and repeated 'stage fright' that meant sex for me was a minefield of performance anxiety and shame-faced apologies. Meeting Owner changed all that and, in doing so, liberated me from my sexual insecurity. 

It was She who first verbalised that what i had was actually not a cock at all but a clit. She also quickly came to realise that She had no need of it sexually. It was small and cute and something that, still to this day, She likes to occasionally torture, tease and torment, but sexually it was pointless. She had no need of it. Consequently, it soon became redundant. For most of the over a decade and a half we have spent together, it has been locked away. Put simply, it is not needed. It serves zero sexual purpose and, i assume, never again will. So, in one sense it could be thought that my sex life is well and truly over. How wrong that thought would be.

Far from emasculating me this past decade has been hugely liberating to me.  Mentally and physically (courtesy of the tiny chastity cage it spends much of the time in) i no longer even think of myself as having a cock. i don't, i have a (normally caged) clit. Freed from any expectation or hope that such a part of my anatomy might be in any way be sexually needed by Owner i no longer worry about whether or not i will be able to 'perform'. Instead i get to focus on giving Owner pleasure in whatever way She would like. That way is licking Her anus with my tongue whilst She brings Herself off with Her vibrator. 

i know other fellow submissives out there in the blogger sphere who are similarly kept in a state of semi-permanent denial, their cocks no longer of use or interest to their partners. For a few they are, on occasion, still made use of. Unlocked to briefly perform and then quickly locked away again. Others have had their caged cocks supplemented by strapons with which to fuck their partner. In Owners' household the only person who gets fucked by a strapon is me, by Owner. In other relationships the submissive is cuckolded by their Dominant partners who takes on lovers to provide what they, as sissy sluts like me, are so incapable of providing. Owner has never sought to do this and seems to be quite happy with Her toys and my tongue. i would, of course, understand and accept it if She ever wanted what i am so obviously not equipped nor capable of providing. But, so far she seems to get what She wants and needs from Her personal submissive sex toy, namely me.

For my part i love to help provide Her with pleasure this way. i am honoured to be permitted to be so intimate with Her and to share and feel the exquisite sensation of Her orgasm whilst savouring, inhaling and tasting Her delicious derriere. It is a heavenly treat and each time i get to experience it, such as this morning, i feel like i truly have won life's lottery. If allowed to i would happily feast on Her butt hole all day. 

So it was with great happiness and joy, and frustrated arousal, that i pleasured Owner this morning until She came, and it was with a throbbing, aching clit and heavy, swollen labia that i cuddled up to Her afterwards before getting out of bed to make breakfast. 

Her pleasure is what matters the most, to both of us but providing it to Her also serves to give me great pleasure too.

To add to my state of heightened but frustrated arousal later in the afternoon, after completing my household chores, Owner had me fuck my pussy with one of Her dildos. i have a feeling i am going to be feeling horny all week after so much excitement!

My 'labia' lips hanging heavy below my chastity device

Looking out the window whilst i fuck myself for Owners' amusement

Grab and Grope

Yesterday Owner woke me up by grabbing and caressing my butt. She ran Her fingers across the entrance of my pussy, stroking it whilst also squeezing and gently spanking my plump, swollen 'labia' at the base of my caged clit. She also pinched, rubbed and massaged my teats, causing them to quickly stiffen in response. 

It was a heavenly way to be woken up and i was soon spreading my legs, and presenting myself to Her like the wanton slut i am, moaning softly in response to Her touch. All the while my caged clit strained inside its tight little confine and my 'labia' grew swollen and engorged. i rolled partially onto my side presenting my swollen, exposed plums to be spanked. It was 5.45 am.

Owner continued to tease and caress me. She traced Her finger across the soft, smooth skin between the base of my clit and the entrance to my pussy. It is one of Her favourite parts of my body and a place Her fingers are regularly drawn to. She grabbed my breasts more firmly, squeezing them hard. As She mauled my titties i wished they were bigger. My fantasy is to have pert, fuller breasts with super elongated nipples that are easier for Owner to bite, stretch and chew but i know She likes them just as they are. 

As i lay there, moaning and fantasising Owner slapped and spanked my bits again, causing my clit to strain further inside the confines its tiny little cage. My labia bulged and i spread my thighs further apart, presenting my sex fully open for Her. Then the alarm went off. Owner stopped and i was despatched from the bedroom, aroused and frustrated to make breakfast.

A little over an hour later, my morning exercises completed, breakfast cleared away and having showered, flushed and cleaned my pussy found me dressed in my stockings, short skirt and blouse ready for work. i had wandered into the kitchen to make a coffee and was stood at the kitchen sink, staring out of the large window at the house opposite when Owner sidled up behind me. She placed Her hands under my skirt and deftly pulled down my panties.  i immediately bent forward and parted my legs as She pushed Her hand between my buttocks and rubbed my pussy, groped my arse and fondled my caged clit. Then She stopped and told me to carry on.

Why am i writing this? Because it illustrates one aspect of our relationship well. Namely, that my body is always available to Owner to tease and torment and caress as She likes, in public or in private. Only She is allowed to initiate any form of sexual activity between us. This was one of the first 'rules' She established all those years ago when we first started our journey into a Female-led relationship. It was made clear that my body existed solely for the purpose of Her pleasure and entertainment. i was to become Her sex toy and was to be available for Her amusement and pleasure at any time.

i love the constant little reminders Owner gives me that my body is Hers and that She can do as She pleases with it. She does, on a regular basis, grab and grope me, fondling and squeezing my chastised clit and massaging my 'labia', squeezing my butt and sliding Her hand down to caress the entrance of my pussy or groping my breasts through my top. She does this at home and, on occasion, in public. When She does this being the eager slut that i have become, i will spread my legs or generally try to make myself available and open to Her attention.

Such attention rarely leads to anything else, they are simply reminders that my body is Hers and She can touch, grab, grope and expose it whenever and wherever She likes. For my part, i melt a little inside each time She does this, my little caged clit throbs and my pussy tingles in pleasurable anticipation. 

i love to be treated by Owner as Her sexual play thing, to be grabbed by Her, especially in public. There was once a time when i would have been embarrassed, mortified even to be publicly groped. Now i crave it. i fantasise about being out in public somewhere really busy dressed in a pretty skirt and stockings and for Owner to lift my skirt up and pull my knickers down so that they fall to the ground around my ankles and then have me stand there, hordes of people passing by, with my legs spread apart and my knickers at my feet. In my daydreams the locations vary, Trafalgar Square, Waterloo Bridge at the bar of a busy pub but the fantasy is the same, stood for all to see with my panties around my ankles.

This week Owner also demonstrated Her control over me in a different way, by having me eat my dinner from my dog bowl whilst kneeling on the floor blindfolded with my hands secured behind my back. It is a messy way to eat, to empty the bowl requires that you pitch forward so that you are face down in the food. It was also quite thrilling too, to be at Owners' feet as She ate at the table whilst i was down on the floor, eating from my bowl. What is more, every time i bent forward my hungry pussy winked open so that all i could think about was of Owner being inside of me, fucking me, as i stuffed my face with food. It was a deliciously naughty thought.

face down in my food

blindfolded with my hands secured behind my back eating my dinner

By the time the bowl was empty my blindfold was covered in food as too was my face, it was wonderfully degrading and i loved every messy, humiliating minute of it.

Last night i was not feeling quite at my best. Perhaps just the result of quite a long and intense week of work. Owner very kindly cooked dinner but i still completed my evening chores (cleaning the kitchen and the aquarium) before presenting myself for my weekly disciplining. i think Owner held back a little with my caning on account of me feeling not quite my normal self, though i still received multiple strokes across my backside, the backs of my thighs and my breasts. The fact that She still disciplined was greatly welcomed and appreciated by me. Once upon a time She would not have done so if i was feeling under the weather. i am very happy that this was not the case last night and that She still carried out my weekly disciplining. Another indication, i think, of Her continuously evolving domination of me.

Caning aftermath last night

This morning i was again gifted a glass of Her delicious urine for breakfast. My wonderful weekly treat and a great way to start a day. 

Later this morning we are setting off on a day trip to meet up with my dad and his partner. We have booked a restaurant where Owner will, as is now always the case whenever we eat out, decide what i will eat and drink. Another aspect of our relationship that has now become second-nature to us, that Owner decides for me what i will have. As for myself, i will be sat there wearing my pretty knickers, padded bra, nice blouse and jeans, in chastity with my makeup on making small talk to my dad whilst secretly longing for my wonderful Owner to fondle and grope me and have me demonstrate what an eager, obedient and submissive slut i am.

Current mood = horny, frustrated and very happy [ comment from Owner - I thought you were always in this mood :)]