Piss Drinking in the Park

Owner has arrived back from Her trip to Rome, yay! i have missed Her but am also really pleased that She had as good a time as She evidently did. It was lovely to see Her emerge into the arrivals hall at Gatwick airport last night and to be able to snuggle up to Her again in bed. i missed Her.

i am pleased to report that whilst She was away i kept up with my studies and household chores so that Owner returned to a clean and tidy flat. When we got home from the airport i prepared Her dinner and then we enjoyed a relaxed remainder of the evening together watching the first episode of the new (and final) season of Succession. It wasn't long. however, before Owner set me a new challenge.

Readers may have come to realise that i have a 'bit of a thing' about Owner's pee. She, in turn, enjoys having me consume it. Sometimes i am really lucky and am instructed to drink it direct from source, more common is being handed a glass of the amber nectar to drink. Typically, this is how i start every weekend, with a fresh, warm glass of Owner's piss.

Imagine my delight then when Owner instructed that today, the day that also happens to almost coincide with my 300 day orgasm free anniversary (it is actually day 299 for the statisticians amongst you) i was instructed to consume some of Owner's piss, not at home, but in public. Specifically, to consume it from a vessel in our local park.

Now, being the eager slut i am i could not have used just any old flask. No. i chose a transparent one so that it was clear for all to see that the liquid i was so eagerly drinking in public looked like piss, which of course is what it was. Not only do i love to drink Her urine but i love the idea of complete strangers possibly noticing that i am consuming urine, in public and with relish. i also chose a spot just outside the cafe in the park to drink it, which seemed quite appropriate. So that is what i did after work today, went to our local park and sat down with people all around me in front of the cafe and had the pleasure and the privilege of drinking Owner's piss.

Here i am, piss drinking in the park

It was delicious!

It may not be everybody's cup of tea but i for one think it was an excellent way to be able to have marked the near passing of that other 300 day orgasm-free milestone. So, thank you Owner for having kept me happily denied for 300 days and counting and for granting me the opportunity to consume your piss in public, cheers!

Owner Packs Then Punishes Poppet

Owner is heading off for a few days leaving yours truly home alone. She is heading off to Rome for a short break with a friend of Hers. i will travel down to the airport hotel with Her tonight and then help Her carry Her small case to check-in before, with a sad heart, i wave Her goodbye. i won't see Her again until Wednesday night when i head back to the airport to collect Her. i hope that She has a wonderful time, She deserves a little holiday.

Meanwhile, i sought permission for and was allowed out un-escorted after work on two separate occasions this week. The first was for a quasi-business meeting with a friend for an hour in a local pub. The second was a reunion with a housemate from University days whom i have literally not seen in decades. Of course, i was advised i would be punished in return for being allowed out. A combination of electro-torture and then caged.

The first such punishment was delivered yesterday along with a set of additional maintenance punishments but that was not before i received a wonderful gift from Owner in the form of a beautiful purple leather collar. It is to be worn outside of work and replaces the thin little pink collar and bell that i was previously wearing (the bell will be recycled and attached to a metal O-piercing which will shortly replace the bar piercing below my clit - we are just ensuring that has fully healed before swapping jewellery). This is a close-up of the new collar

and a shot of me wearing it for the first time

Shortly after the above image was taken that i found myself on my knees on the sofa, bottom presented to Owner in readiness to be caned by Her on my butt and the backs of my thighs. She used one of Her thick canes with a traditional curved handle to administer the caning. You can see the aftermath below

Immediately after the caning was completed i was then instructed to spread my thighs so that Owner could then give my sensitive 'labia' a spanking (60 strikes) with one of Owner's wooden spoons. It can deliver quite a blow to that most sensitive of parts and has a wonderful grin cut-out of the spoon which seems most appropriate given what its purpose in life is i.e. a punishment device

the wooden spoon at rest after having beaten my bits

My little caged clit was left aroused and a little excited from the beating. Not so excited as to be at risk of leaking but enough for me to feel it strain in its cage as my bottom, thighs and 'bits' glowed hot.

However, Owner was not done, not at all. Immediately after being spanked i was instructed to go and lie down on the bed where my hands were cuffed and chained to the metal bed-frame. Owner then straddled me and started to tickle me mercilessly. i was told to count one hundred tickles but kept losing count as i laughed and squirmed as She tickled my belly, my chest and under my arms. There were even times when i was laughing so much i was unable to speak at all, let alone count out loud. When i eventually made it to one hundred Owner announced that She was sure it had only been eighty and so carried on. i am not sure what was worse, the tickles or what came next.

After the tickles were done with Owner then attached Her infernal electro-torture device to my nipples to administer some electric-shocks, in part as punishment for having gone out earlier in the week and then another burst of electricity just for fun. Owner is thoroughly enjoying Her new electro-torture device. As for me, well i have got slightly more used to it but i still really, really struggle with it. Here i am looking relieved at the end of the torture session.

The real torture starts tomorrow though when Owner jets off to Rome and i traipse back to our flat on my own. i will miss Her terribly. i hope that She has a wonderful time but i can't wait to be reunited with Her later in the week.

Bimbo Workout

So this afternoon i had Owner in fits of hysterics as yours truly completed the monthly entertainment request She had given to me, which was to perform a 1980s aerobic workout for Her amusement. This was me getting ready to 'go for the burn' in my leotard, leggings and 'BIMBO' socks

And here are some clips of me in action with Owner bursting out into occasional hysterical laughter as She watches whilst also trying to hold the camera steady

In case you are wondering what i keep glancing at in that second to last video it is that i was worried my bouncing up and down might topple the fish tank off its stand, which would have made for a dramatic finale.

This was actually the fourth workout my poor glutes had experienced in less that 24 hours. The evening before, after Owner and i had both finished work, they were subjected to their regular Friday beating. This time Owner took Her thick green handled cane to them and the the backs of my thighs causing both to flush a lovely pink and red afterwards. It meant that my cheeks were still glowing as i prepared dinner and they were still hot when i washed the dishes and then cleaned the kitchen.

caned backside

Thia morning started, as Saturdays nearly always do, with breakfast and a glass of Owners delicious golden nectar. Today's had quite an intense, rich aroma and a lovely taste that i greedily gulped down. i do so love drinking Owner's piss and the different shades of amber and flavours She can produce never fail to fascinate me, i really ought to do a whole blog on it one day. Anyway, here i am happily consuming Her offering

Ready, steady....

...gone

Piss and breakfast consumed it was time to do a spot of Spanish study and then the first of today's set of glute (and abs) exercises. i am quite pleased with myself in that i am now back to using the same set of weights again as i did when i was exercising just before i caught Covid last year. i am hopeful that the regular exercise routine i have resumed combined with the use of my dumb bells, ankle weights and kettle bell will soon start to pop my butt and trim the weight that has accumulated around my mid-riff. i even continued with my routine when Owner tried to distract me by drawing on my bum

the smile Owner drew on my butt cheek as i worked out

Exercises completed it was time to move onto my chores, and another mini-workout, this time from sweeping and vacuuming all the floors. Yes, housework can most definitely be exercise too. Floors done, interspersed with a spot of random dancing to some music, it was time to  get ready for the day and make some lunch for Owner and i (tuna salad if you must know).

Lunch consumed and tidied away i did some ironing before being instructed to go to my cage so that i would be out of Owner's way for a while. i ended-up spending an hour locked-up on all fours, drooling into my little bucket from the bit-gag i was wearing whilst my teats were stretched by the heavy metal chain suspended on hooks from my pierced nipples. This is how i spent an hour this afternoon

you can see the heavy chain hanging from hooks through my nipple rings

and the bucket that i drool into

my matching mittens and bit-gag

After being released from the cage i cut and trimmed Owners toenails for Her, then did my little 80s aerobic routine, watched some TV with Her before then giving Owner a back massage. 

It has been a productive and fun little day, especially the part where i got to try do the aerobics workout. i think my butt will definitely be 'feeling it' tomorrow morning when i pick-up the weights and do a repeat of my butt and abs workout again. Fingers crossed, however, some results might be apparent in a couple of months.

Outdoor Challenge Goes By In A (Bra) Flash

Regular blog readers will know that on this day i.e. the 16^th of each month i am set an outdoor exhibitionist-type challenge to complete. What i will have to do and where i will be doing it is determined by rolling a set of dice that Owner has created specifically for such purposes.

Those same regular readers may also have read in my last blog entry of my slight ‘disappointment’ at my own nervousness when Owner asked me to give Her a flash of my bra when we went to the pub last weekend. It took a second attempt on my part for me to reveal my silk cami and bra to the pub, and then only quite fleetingly.

Thus you could perhaps say that it was a case of Karma when the roll of the dice this morning instructed me to flash my bra in public in a residential area that is about a 5-10 minute walk from where Owner and i live. It was a chance to redeem myself, or at least to try to.

Last night, as i lay in bed, i was thinking about the various potential scenarios that might have played out when i threw the dice this morning.  How i would complete the challenge, what i would wear etc. i always get a little nervous the day before 'outdoor challenge' day but i find that trying to think things through in advance helps me to come up with a few plans for whatever the dice should then decide i had to do. As a result, the minute that i saw saw how the dice had settled i already knew that i would wear my red bra for better visual impact. i had also decided that i would pair it with a black skater-type skirt, one that i often wear when working at home, and a pair of black stockings with a red-seam up the back, matching red kickers and a coat and shoes and…er… nothing else.

Well, I think i can safely say my bra was not hidden and was clearly visible, perhaps even from space!

me flashing my red bra

However, i am slightly jumping ahead. Given that it was a short walk to get to the location the dice (Owner) had specified i wore my flats rather than heels. In fact, Owner chastised me a bit on my return when She saw that i had changed into my striper heels for some of the photos. i did so simply so that the colour of my footwear matched the colour on my underwear and the seams of my stockings, honestly i did.

Here i am halfway up our street on route to the photo shoot location.

And this is me passing the local park which has occasionally featured in other outdoor challenges i have completed.

And here i am after having arrived at the specified location.

What is less clear from the images is that half of the properties along that road seemed to have builders in. There were brickies and sparkies all over the place, and the rest of the road was being dug up for various utility works by other sets of workers. i quickly had to reconcile myself to the fact that i would likely have a bit of an audience as i posed. There was also quite a bit of coming and going with vans and cars (more workers) some of which also put in brief appearances in the images. It even turned out that a car that was parked next to the pavement about two meters from where i was stood posing had a middle-aged woman sat in it the whole time!  Just as i was getting ready to head home the car door suddenly opened and a mature woman stepped out of it, much to my surprise. Given the direction the car was facing she must have seen the whole show!

Anyway, despite all that was going on around me in what is normally a slightly quieter street than our own – it is not on a bus route whereas ours is - i was quite pleased with how i got on. Owner also expressed Her approval when She saw the images i had taken. You can judge how i got on yourselves below.

And yes, my knickers were matching

matching panties

Rolling the outdoor challenge dice was not the only monthly task i undertook first thing today. i also took a card from Owners updated bag of ‘entertainment and treats’ – namely things She wants me to do for Her amusement. This month’s card was a cracker, it stated that i am to do a 10 minute 80s style workout video, dressed in the appropriate manner for the period. Jane Fonda eat your heart out! It promises to be fun. i hope to be able to complete that task this coming weekend. i will keep readers posted on the outcome.

The task also seems appropriate as i have recently resumed my exercise regime in earnest after being slightly ashamed of how big my belly has got as can be seen from some of the photos in the blog from the past few months. i seriously need to trim my stomach back down. As per my previous exercise regimen i am focused exclusively on my butt and abs (i have no interest in developing my upper body) and, judging by the number of times Owner has been groping my arse of late it seems it has started to have some affect, in that department at least. However, i still have some way to go when it comes to my stomach.

i did, however, receive a little bit of helpful ‘encouragement’ last night after returning home from a day away for work when Owner instructed that i was to complete fifty Russian twists for Her, whilst also simultaneously wearing nipple clamps. The clamps i used were the super-evil pair of clover clamps we have (i say super-evil as on each clamp one of the pads has been removed and replaced by one half of a serrated set of metal crocodile-style teeth). They hurt….quite a bit. Anyway, here i am doing my alternative workout last night in the nude.

Anyway, let me know how you think I got on with my challenge this month. By for now.

In the boozer y en la casa

Yesterday, after first going for a lovely walk around a local park ,Owner took me to one of our local pubs for a few drinks and a meal. The pub was a bit busier than it usually is for that time of day as some people had gathered to watch the rugby. We managed to find a spot where the TV screen wasn't too distracting (i hate TV's in pubs, whatever the reason) and then took perverse delight in watching the disappointment on people's faces as England got thrashed by France.

As the game played out, Owner and i focused on our customary pleasures of people watching and gossiping. Owner also used the occasion to tell me how much She has come to enjoy whipping, caning, paddling, spanking and, more recently, electrocuting me. The latter is a new discovery of Hers and one which i will say a little more about later. In the meantime, back to us sat in the pub. 

As we were chatting away Owner issued me with an instruction, namely She wanted me to stand up, walk to one side of the pub and then return to where we were sitting but to flash my bra to Her as i did so. i had on a blue a v-necked cotton top under which i was wearing a lace-trimmed blue and white silk slip and a cream and black bra. 

My first attempt to flash Owner my bra was rated something of a disappointment by Her. A couple sat along from Her were both watching me quite intently and i confess that i slightly lost my nerve (yes, i do still occasionally get shy), not acceptable behaviour from a slut. i knew i had to try again.

My subsequent attempts were a little more successful. Here i am flashing my slip and bra to the customers in pub whilst sitting down

flashing my bra and slip

And here is a short video of me returning to sit with Owner whilst flashing my slip and bra a little more successfully second time around

Still not quite the casual and carefree flash that i would like to have done but better than my first, failed attempt. i still have a long way to go though if i truly am to become worthy of the term 'slut'.

Despite my mixed efforts at revealing myself to Her as instructed we had a lovely evening. i confess that more than a couple of drinks were consumed

me returning from the bar with a fresh round

Owner and i

i did wonder what others in the pub made of me in my make-up, low-top, choker and bell and mini-boobs. Owner complimented me on looking very pretty. i did get the odd, slightly puzzled, look when i walked into the bathroom (the gents) but that was all.

However, next time Owner gives me an instruction i will definitely try to be less self-conscious. i aspire to be a real slut and they would not have batted an eyelid if told to show off their bra when being looked at by strangers in a pub. i am ashamed by my initial embarrassment. Owner desires a wife who is both submissive and a slut. Although i did partially make-up for my moment of shyness i know i still need to work on having the confidence to do anything i am told to do, irrespective of the circumstance or who might be watching.

Aside from having me make an exhibition of myself whilst we were out, earlier in the day Owner also indulged in another of Her other favourite activities, namely torturing me. It has taken a while but Owner has become a fully-blown convert to the delights of inflicting pain and discomfort on me. As i mentioned at the start of this post She confessed how much She really, really likes beating me. However, more recently She has also discovered the delights of electrocuting. 

Yesterday late morning She conducted an experiment/test on me by electrocuting my nipples with Her new infernal device. She started at the lowest power setting and then cycled up in short  intervals through each setting until She reached the maximum level. Mercifully, my tits were only subject to brief bursts of electricity but it was still enough to have me thrashing about, moaning and drooling. Here i am just after Owner had completed Her electrical experiments on my breasts

me as Frankenstein's monster!

Owner particularly loves the fact that i hate being electrocuted and find it quite difficult to cope with, unlike being caned or whipped where my pain tolerance levels have improved. She has already advised me that i can expect to be tortured like this for longer periods. She also mentioned that She might want to get a cattle-prod type electrical device that She can use to zap me whenever i have done something to displease Her, such as when i leave my side of the sliding wardrobe doors open, blocking Her side. She has bollocked me about that a few times and gave me quite the dressing-down when i did it again yesterday and left a written reminder. She made it very clear that there will be consequences next time it happens.

the note Owner left on my wardrobe door

Aside from drinks of the alcoholic variety i also got served my regular glass of Her piss first thing Saturday morning. As always, it was delicious. Now, if only they served that down the pub....

downing a glass of Owner's finest

i hope your weekend's have been as enjoyable and fun-filled as ours is proving to be.

Office Slut

Owner recently bought me some new blouses, a blazer and some shoes to wear for work as some of my current outfits are, well let's just say that they have seen better days. The blouses arrived today and i was quick to try them on. Being the fashion aficionado that i am (cue hysterical laughter) i am obviously aware of the current celebrity trend for suits without trousers/skirts, such as that modeled by Sydney Sweeney. Mind you, fashion is simply catching up with the lovely Vanessa Chaland who has been parading without pants for years, just not in a suit.

But back to my new outfits. Not wanting to be thought 'so last year' i chose to model my new jacket and blouses wearing just those, lingerie and stockings....oh and a pair of stripper heels. After all, a slut needs her heels, right? Anyway, you can see the resulting ensemble below (and yes i realise the blouses need ironing, i had literally just unwrapped them)

So what do you think? Fit for work?

It is actually that rather tedious time of year at work when i need to try and think up some more developmental goals for the year ahead. Maybe i should aim for 'advanced exhibitionist' or 'super slut' or something similarly aspirational and motivational? i wonder what HR would think?

What i do know is what Owner thinks of my office slut attire as i sent Her the pictures immediately after taking them (She is out tonight with friends). Her response was short and straight to the point, 'What a tart'. Yep, that's Her wife to a tee.

Of course, dressing up/down is not the only thing this slut likes to do at the office, she also loves to have Her mouth full, a bit like this

Yes, this was me between meetings all day earlier this week. My blouse got quite wet with drool. The only difference being that i removed my choker and gag during calls, but i did keep the blouse unbuttoned. i am trying to get less self-conscious about exposing a bit of flesh as a matter of routine. Women do it all the time without anyone thinking it odd or strange but i still feel quite self-conscious whenever i do. i guess one day that will pass.

Until the next time...

How to Unwind - the Poppet and Owner Way

Owner and i both went into this weekend in desperate need of some time to just unwind and relax a little after what has been a stressful and intense fortnight, with the likelihood of more stress to come. When we collapsed into bed Friday night we both reminded each other that we had no need to get up early the next day, unfortunately, our bodies had other plans for us. At 4am we had both woken up. By 5.30am had given up trying to go back to sleep and got up for breakfast half an hour earlier than we normally would on a working day. OK, so not the best of starts to the weekend. Things did, however, improve.

Within two hours of getting-up i had also completed my daily Spanish study and was ready to crack on with the day. First off i completed my exercises. i am back exercising daily, focusing on my butt and abs the former of which definitely feels like it has regained a bit of the definition my derriere had last year. It feels perter. Owner also definitely grabs and gropes it on a more regular basis now than was the case when i allowed it to get a bit flabby. She has also resumed stroking by butt cheeks it and running Her fingers between them first thing in the morning, which is a lovely way to be woken up, especially when She circles Her digit around the entrance of my 'pussy', mmmm!

This morning (Sunday) Owner even said how much She loves to grab and squeeze each buttock but that what would be even better would be if they made a squeak type sound whenever She did so, like a dog's or child's toy. Now, much as i enjoy having my body accessorized, inked and adorned by Her i am not sure how having squeaky glutes would make me feel. Luckily, i am pretty confident that no such procedure or technique exists....yet!

Anyway, back to Saturday morning. After exercising it was time to clean the aquarium and then sweep and mop the floors. Just as i was about to start cleaning the floors Owner came through and presented me with a very large glass of Her wonderful amber nectar to drink. As always, it was super delicious. i never imagined i would ever think this but to anyone reading this i do heartily recommend drinking your significant others urine. It is a lovely way to start the day.

a full glass of Owners piss

delectable

Floor cleaning done i then set about tidying and re-organisjng my knickers and hosiery drawers, organising the former into big and non-big panties and the latter into tights, hold-ups and stockings. i was shamed into doing so by my delightfully slutty and naughty  friend and fellow blogger billie who recently posted about her own super-organised lingerie drawer. Hers is, however, much neater than mine. Like billie i also pack no pistol in my panties.

Drawers tidied (sort of) i also took the opportunity to do my nails, which were starting to look truly awful. They are now resplendent in a lovely shade of pink. Whilst i was doing this, Owner picked out some new work blouses and a new blazer for me. She ordered the blouses online and we went to the store today for me to try on and get the blazer.

The observant amongst you will have noticed that i was cleaning etc still dressed in my nightie and dressing gown. Well, with a day at home ahead of us i soon rectified that and, after changing the bedding and putting it to wash, i jumped into the shower for my daily wash and pussy 'flush'. Incidentally, do others do that? i do like to keep my pussy clean and available if needed. Suitably cleansed i did my make-up and changed into my pink maid's outfit for the day.

check-out the sexy slippers :)

Whilst i showered and tried to make myself look vaguely presentable Owner was busy in the kitchen preparing lunch. Of late She has taken to preparing lunch a lot, which makes me feel very guilty as the very idea of Her undertaking household activities when Her wife (me) should be doing them all for Her fills me with shame. Even though She assures me that She likes to sometimes do meals Herself i still can't help feeling somewhat guilty at Her undertaking tasks that Her wife (me) ought to.

Lunch itself was delicious, obviously so as Owner had prepared it. i then washed the dishes and did a spot of baking. With a tray of gluten-free biscuits baked i returned to Owner's side and  presented myself to be beaten by Her using the new rubber paddle that i had got Her as part of my wedding anniversary gift to Her. The paddle immediately caught my eye when i saw it as the design is one that i knew Owner would love, namely being a sort of cartoon evil type image. It was purchased from this shop on Etsy although it appears it is currently no longer available.

Anyway, as a paddle it is super effective and delivers a walloping blow. The whole paddle is made of thick rubber and so it flexes along its' entire length, a bit like a slipper. It certainly left my bottom glowing after Owner set to work warming it up.

the evil rubber paddle and my pink bottom

Having transformed my glutes into a mini radiator, they were actually almost hot to touch afterwards, Owner then instructed me to do Her hair for Her. Little known fact, i am Owner's hairdresser in that one of the activities i am expected to do as Her wife is to look after Her hair and ensure it is as She would like it to be. Anyway, here i am in my 'salon' with my beautiful Owner and Her long, luscious locks

poppet the hairdresser

Hair done Owner then advised me that, rather than be caged, She wanted me to join Her on the sofa to watch a movie with Her. i was allowed to choose and went for Thoroughbreds which i enjoyed but Owner did not. It was made clear to me afterwards that i would not be tasked with choosing a film again for a while!

By late afternoon, with the movie over, we were both super tired. i think a product of the past week's stress. We went to bed for a lie down and both promptly fell fast asleep! It was a shock to wake up and discover it was already the evening. We didn't do much after that except have some supper and watch the last of an Italian TV series we have been watching, which i also enjoyed, called La legge di Lidia Poët (The Law According to Lidia Poet).

Sunday dawned slightly less early with breakfast at 6.30am. i started to draft this post, did some Spanish and then did my morning exercises before showering and getting ready for the day. i wore a slightly different outfit, putting on an old skirt that i have not worn for a long time.

This time i prepared lunch but before we sat down to eat Owner ushered me into the bedroom to 'torture' and then fuck me. After securing my hands in with my lockable mittens and blindfolding me i was given one of Her dildos to fellate. Owner then asked if i would prefer to be tickled or electrocuted? i replied i would prefer to be tickled, but She did both. With me secured and sucking on the phallus She had given to me She set about tickling and then electrocuting me. i am extremely ticklish and it wasn't long before i was squirming about on the bed whilst still trying to keep sucking on the cock i had been presented with.  Worse, much worse, was to come though when Owner then took out Her electrical device and started zapping my plump labia and my nipples.  During a brief pause Owner also took a couple of pictures of me. First, a shot of me with my hands secured in my lockable mittens as i fellated Her dildo;

Then a shot from behind showing my pierced and chained tits, again as i fellated Her cock. i really like this picture, it is a view of my right breast that you don't often see. The silver chain connects to an identical piercing on my left nipple

my pierced breast

Having had Her fun with me Owner then lubed my pussy and pushed the large tentacle dildo (visible on the bed in the last but one image) into my hungry hole. i was instructed to fuck myself whilst continuing to fellate the other brown dildo. Owner set the timer to five minutes and then, with the base of the tentacle dildo placed against Her hip, pushed the tentacle into my moist pussy. Owner counted down the minutes as i thrust greedily back and forth, trying to push the enormous tentacle deeper and deeper inside of me. At one point i got a little too carried away and nearly knocked Owner backwards as i moaned loudly, slurped greedily on the cock in my mouth whilst simultaneously thrusting my hips vigorously backwards as i tried to accommodate more and more of the tentacle into my hungry, wet hole.

However, before i had a chance to get too aroused, and with only about half of the tentacles full length inside of me, Owner announced that my time was up and that i was to stop immediately. i was left feeling both deeply grateful for the opportunity to have been fucked by Her but also deeply, frustratingly aroused. i did not leak and at no point was i close to climaxing (Owner has perfected the art of fucking me, or having me fuck myself, without risk of an orgasm, ruined or not, on my part) but it was still deliciously pleasurable enough to leave me aching and desperate for more. i felt horny for the rest of the day and will, no doubt, continue to feel so for days to come.

After cleaning up i served lunch, washed the dishes and then accompanied Owner on a shopping trip to Canary Wharf. We stopped first to have a coffee and then hit the stores. As mentioned earlier Owner had found a woman's blazer online that She thought would be good for me to wear with a blouse to smarter work events. However, She wanted me to be able to try the blazer on to ensure it would be a good fit. It was and so was duly purchased. i was also allowed to buy some more hair bands and scrunchies for my, now a lot longer, hair.

Shopping completed we returned home where Owner also ordered me a lovely pair of blue suede women's brogue's to match my new blazer (which is also blue). The blouses She ordered for me yesterday are pink, pale blue and blue striped respectively. When they arrive i will try and see if i can do a photo shoot in them with my new blazer and footwear.

i also picked my weekly tasks and punishment/caning cards for the week ahead. i now know that my tits can expect to be tortured using the electrical device, starting from the lowest and then working up to the maximum power settings. i am very nervous about that as i struggle with just the lowest setting. i genuinely think i may need to be gagged and physically restrained to cope with the the device on full power. i will also be spending one day next week gagged whilst working from home (except during online meetings) and then at the end of the week Owner will whip me as a reminder that She can do what She likes with me.

So, that has been our weekend. It has been thoroughly enjoyable and very relaxing and i end it feeling wonderfully frustrated and aroused. i have been beaten, tortured, fucked by, and had the pleasure of Owner's company whilst also treated to a full-bodied and aromatic glass of Her delicious urine and some smart new clothes to wear to work. Not a bad forty-eight hours. i also got my head out of work and family stresses for a bit.