Pink & Golden - Plus A New Tattoo From Owner?

Owner administered my weekly caning last night, another three hundred strokes with the thicker of Her two canes. In addition to being caned across my bottom and the backs of my thighs i also had my nipples clamped and had 20 mini clothes pegs attached to my clitty at the same time. My bottom was definitely glowing afterwards, as you can see below;

Pink bottom and back of thighs

i have to confess that being caned hard like this is a very therapeutic way to end a week. i was so tired by the end of the day, work is extremely busy at present and i had so many things running around inside my head. Canings are great at enabling you to forget about work etc and focus instead on something else, like the fact that your bottom is sore :).

Caning delivered Owner treated me by ordering a pizza and letting me have a small bottle of cider to drink with it. We then cuddled up and watched the last episode of an Italian drama on Netflix. It ended up being a very relaxed evening.

This morning i was served my regular glass of Owner's delicious piss to drink with my breakfast (a true breakfast of slut's). This morning Her urine was still warm. The previous week Owner had awoken needing the toilet in the night and had served my drink then, meaning that by the tie i drank it in the morning it was a glass of cold piss - it was still delicious though.

My breakfast of piss, tea and cereal with yoghurt (served in my dog bowl)

Delicious!

Now for the exciting (for me anyway) news. Owner wants to have my right breast tattoed. Many of you will know that i am already the proud wearer of many tattoos that symbolise various aspects of my life with and submission to Owner. This includes a tattoo on my thigh which states that i am owned by Owner. Pride of place, however, is the tattoo that circles my left breast and which, in latin, states the year when we were legally married (XVLILMMXVIII) and that i am Her wife (UXOR).

Anyway, Owner has decided that She would like to permanently mark my right breast as well. Specifically, She wants me to have a tattoo that is suggestive of my need to be disciplined. After researching suitable Latin phrases She has settled on 'ubi amor, ibi dolor' - which translates as 'where there is love there is pain'. Owner is now busy working on Her final design idea for submission to the tattoo artist. i am super excited at the prospect of receiving another permanent mark from Owner which symbolises another aspect of our relationship. How lucky i am!

Accessories

Owner returned home Her office yesterday declaring that She had a surprise for me that She knew i would love. It transpired that She had seen these sunglasses on offer in T K Max and knew immediately that i would love them. She was not wrong. What do you think (this is me 'modelling' them this morning just before work)

i think they are particularly amazing when combined with the awesome hat i bought in Venice :)

Talking of accessories. Owner had me wear my little pink maid's apron, stockings and furry butt plug when preparing, eating and washing up dinner last night. It's a hard life but somebody has to do it!

contemplation with apron and furry butt plug

If fellow blogger Vanessa Challand is reading this - look, no pants!

Spring is in the air...my sluttiness is rising

Hello all. Apologies (again) for the delay between posts. Owner and i have had a busy few weeks since returning from our Italy trip, including a trip to Spain to stay with Her family and visits to my mum and to my dad (more on that later) respectively. Add to that a really busy work period for us both and things have slipped a little.

However, fear not. A period of 'normality' beckons during which normal service will return. This week has already got off to a better start with the completion of my monthly outdoor challenge (rearranged from the 16th as that was when we were in Spain). The dice were rolled last night so i woke up knowing what i had to do, namely to stand at the bus stop next to our local park wearing high heels, shorts and my cat ear hair band on my head.

The weather was fine and this morning so i combined my heels and shorts with a pair of pretty tights, a light blouse and pretty pink bra. i could have chosen to walk to the park in regular trainers and then change into heels when i got there but i decided, being the slut i am, to walk to the stop and back wearing my heels. Anyway, it is good practice for walking in them them as the route involves walking up and downhill.

On the way i passed various people and was also passed by some cars and vans but my journey to the park bust stop was otherwise uneventful, i even paused on route to take some pics.  Anyway, i was at the bust stop and ready to take pictures within a few minutes of leaving home. 

Owner seemed very happy with my pictures when i sent them to Her, telling me i looked pretty, so i think She was pleased with how i got on. Photos taken i then retraced my steps and returned home. These are some of the pictures i took on my phone.  What do you think?

with an audience of one behind me

heading from our home to the bus stop near the park

On route to the park bus stop

As you can see i could not resist unbuttoning my blouse so that my pretty bra was visible. It would make for an interesting challenge to do this in just shorts and bra!

A number of people, and a bus, passed me whilst i was faffing about with taking pictures, i am trying to get better with walking with my head held high when dressed like this and holding eye contact with people if they look at me. i am definitely a lot less embarrassed of who and what i am when i do these challenges than used to be the case. 

There was a man who was working on his car on the opposite side of the bus stop who watched what i was up to the whole time. The more of these i do the more exciting (as opposed to terrifying - which was the case when i first did these) it is for me if i know there is someone watching me. i quite like the idea of posing in front of strangers. A few years ago, before the pandemic, Owner entered me into a cosplay event where i had to take to the stage in a maid's style outfit and do a little dance. i was terrified but on cloud nine at the same time, it was a real buzz. i guess that is what comes of being an exhibitionist slut at heart.

Aside from forgetting to smile in a couple of them i think they came out ok. It was quite a little thrill to do and to walk there and back. i think it is quite an appropriate outfit for me. None of the passing drivers gave me a honk this time though, perhaps it was the fact that i was wearing tights rather than stockings that held them back :)

Anyway, i hope i that my brief appearance in our neighbourhood today may have brightened some persons morning in one way or another just as i hope some readers derive some pleasure from the pictures of me.i love being an exhibitionist slut and i hope, under Owners' guidance, to become a better one.

Talking of appropriate outfits, as i mentioned at the outset i went down to stay with my Dad and his girlfriend this weekend. i visited alone as Owner had other things to catch-up with and, given the distance involved, my visit required me to stay overnight.

Now, i have previously met my Dad and his girlfriend with Owner whilst i was wearing light make-up and padded bra, and being in chastity. But this was the first time i stayed over so attired, re-doing my make-up after breakfast. i don't want to hide my true self but equally don't want to make a big thing of it either. i have never had a discussion about how i look or present with either or my parents but i  equally don't want to pretend or hide who i am. i feel most comfortable and more 'me' with make-up and bra etc than without. So that is how i presented myself. Not an eyelid was batted, at least not in my presence. It's a silly thing but it also feels like a bit of a moment, a bit of me just being 'me'. So that is one more line crossed. This is the picture i sent Owner as i was getting dressed in the morning at my Dad's

Love Is...

Owner caned me this evening, three hundred times. 

She said to me afterwards:

'I make your arse red because I love you. If I did not love you, your arse would be white'.

There was no particular reason for the caning, just that it is good for me to be caned, spanked or otherwise disciplined on a regular basis.

For my part i know i am loved when She beats me. i love Her and i love to submit to Her.

Sometimes It Is The Little Things

And, no this is not a blog post about my clitty (this in direct response to Owner when She saw the title) - though with a title like this one has it could easily be about my little clit 😉.

But, no. This is not a post about my clit, or any other part of my anatomy for that matter. No, this is a post about the day-to-day reality of living as Owners' 24/7 submissive wife. Regular readers will know that for many, many years now Owner and i have been living together as a Femdom/FLR, call it what you will, couple. This is not something we dabble in at weekends or on the odd day here and there. We try to make my submission to Her an everyday lived reality that gets incorporated into all aspects of our lives.

Like everyone there are days when other factors (work, health issues, general stress, family visits etc, etc) have an impact on our lives and, more specifically how i manifest my submission to Owner. But generally every day is filled with acts and routines each of which are a sign of my submission to and Owners control over me. Then there are also the 'big events', moments that occur less frequently, once or twice a week or once a month, and so on where the nature of our relationship is reinforced more dramatically. For example, my weekly beatings/canings fall into such a category, as too would the public challenges i am asked to perform.

Then again there are the rules i live by which have become so ingrained over the years as to have become second nature. For example to ask for permission to be allowed to purchase something, to post something on social media, to not expect to choose what i will eat when we go to a restaurant etc etc. There are a multitude of such rules that have gradually just become a part of my/our daily lived reality.

But for me the real icing on the cake are the little moments that occur the tiny incidental moments of authority or control. These are what make this submissive heart sing. The sudden demand for 'get me that' or 'do this' or 'do that'. These are often book-ended with a 'can you' or 'please' but to me they are most appreciated when they are not, when they are uttered as a simple and direct order or instruction. These are the moments that i love and appreciate the most as they truly remind me not just of whom i am but also that i have an Owner who enjoys, and treats as second nature, Her authority over me.

Owner is no harridan, She does not harshly punish me and only chastises me on occasion (and when it will always have been warranted). Life under Her rule is, in many respects, i suspect no different to countless millions of other couples who would never consider themselves to be in a Femdom relationship. For ours to be able to work day-in and day-out in the way it does the first thing that went out of the window was the fantasy Femdom that, all too depressingly, so often seems to be the only kind portrayed in most magazines, websites or films that claim to depict such relationships. i suspect such portrayals probably put off many women from the outset, sadly depriving them of the benefits and opportunities such a relationship can provide. To any readers who do have such a relationship of a 24/7 basis then i take my hat off to you, for us we could just never imagine how it could work, quite aside from the fact that Owner is much more of a hoodie and tracksuit bottoms girl than a whip-wielding leather or rubber clad-one. She does wield Her whip, but She does wearing trainers not skirts and high-heels. In fact, i am literally the only one who wears heels, skirts and stockings in Her house.

i am, however, rambling so i will draw this to a close. i guess all i wanted to say really was that sometimes (often actually) it is the small, everyday examples of Owner's control over me and my happy submission to Her that give me the greatest happiness. To be told by Her what to do or what not to do truly does make my submissive heart sing.

i leave you with a gratuitous tit shot from this evening. In this case my little tits, clamped as i prepared to wash-up after dinner. Owner had me wear the clamps for a full hour. It is safe to say my tits are now positively 'glowing' and really quite sensitive.

Pink and Tender

So today i have mostly been catching-up with some long overdue household chores, studying some Spanish and then watching a movie with Owner (Mad Max: Fury Road) whilst gorging on a giant bowl of popcorn. This was followed by Owner spanking my backside with Her heart-shaped metal spanking device, before turning me over, securing me in the wooden yoke and spanking my caged clit with the wooden spoon. All the while my nipples were securely clamped.

So, just another 'normal' Saturday :)

My bottom and 'bits' were left pink and throbbing. 

How was you day?

Hello Again

 So, Owner permitted me to get a new hat.

Wait. What? You post nothing for weeks then you ramble on about a hat?

But, it is a great hat. Look, if i squeeze these bits its ears pop-up!

That looks suspiciously like you are squeezing your tits.

i wish. Sadly, like my clit, they are tiny. Like these in fact

Hang on a minute. That's not London is it?

Well-spotted, it's Venice, as in Venice in Italy.

You've been in Venice?

Yes. i took Owner there for a few days as part of Her birthday present from me. We had a wonderful time, saw some amazing sights, ate great food and i was permitted to buy that great hat. Look, here it is again, isn't it awesome

It's ears really do shoot up like that when you squeeze the ends of its 'bits' like that. Oh, and this was the view from the veranda of the place we stayed in.

And so you just wandered around Venice, flashing your bra to gondoliers like a slut?

You mean like this?

Or like this?

OMG, you were quite the brazen hussy you know. 

i know, but you know me, ever the exhibitionist!

So, what else did you get up to?

Well, we went to the opera.

Oh, not, not in the Fenice as well? Please tell us you at least kept your top on there?

i did, yes, i was well-behaved that time, i even wore a matching mask and blouse :)

So, did Owner enjoy Her birthday?

She did indeed. It was a complete surprise to Her up until the day of departure, which was the day of Her birthday. She is someone who usually hates surprises, but this one She loved.

Did She 'reward' you in any way?

Well, She did give me a glass of Her, special wine to drink on the morning of our first day in Venice

Oh, and She also whipped me and fucked me whilst She pleasured Herself to orgasm, which was a lovely additional treat for me, especially considering the orgasmic treats i received before we left.

What? You had orgasmic treats?

Yes. About a fortnight before we left for Venice Owner changed my chastity regime to just being locked up at weekends. Since then She has taken (and enjoyed taking) full advantage of having access to my unlocked clitty, teasing and tormenting me. On one occasions this led to an accidental ruined orgasm, which saw over 100 days of denial come to a sticky, embarrassed end. The second, a few days later, saw me 'cumming like a whore' under Owner's direction as She masturbated me to climax.

I say, that was a turn-up for the books. Two releases in quick succession.

Indeed. Not, however, that i think it did me much good. i still think i am a much better pet and person when kept denied. But still, it was a rare treat.

But you did not cum like a whore in Venice?

No. i was fucked and left wet and wanting, but no more than that.

Quite right as well. This was, after all, supposed to be your Owner's birthday treat, not yours.

Exactly. But that is not to say that i did not also have a great time. We both did. It was so nice, after years of Covid restrictions, just to be wandering about in another city again. And Venice is a very special city as you can see.

We also visited the neighbouring islands of Murano and Burano (famous for their glass and lace respectively) in the lagoon. Each was fascinating and, in the case of Burano, much more colourful buildings compared to Venice.

The main canal in Murano

Glass making in Murano

Colourful buildings in Burano

So, what was the high-point of your visit?

Well. Obviously, it was the hat. I mean, just look at it, isn't it cute with those floppy......

That's enough of the hat, thank you. What else?

Well, then there was sitting about beside the canals

Yes, we know you liked that, especially the bits when you got to flash your bra 

i know, did i show you when i did this?

You did, yes. And it's not like you are going to impress anyone. You're looking fat by the way, do you know that?

i know, i need to lose some weight and all those lovely gelatos didn't help.

But truthfully, what made the trip really special was spending a few days with Owner with neither of us having to think about work and just doing what we love to do most. Exploring, people watching, drinking in the sights and the coffee and, in my case, posing (enough!).

Any final thoughts?

Yes. 'Si, sono una puttana'