Chastity Status, Bus Stop Challenge & Other Fun

This morning the chastity and outdoor challenge dice were rolled again. The chastity dice determined that i am to remain locked 24/7 until the 16th December, albeit with the caveat that Owner may choose to unlock me at any time. The chastity dice will then be rolled again in mid-December to decide if i am to remain locked and, if so, for how long and under what conditions.

The next dice to be rolled were the outdoor challenge dice. These saw the return of a familiar location, a local bus stop, and the requirement that i do a bra flash. To make it a little more interesting i put on a new little skirt that Owner bought me and fishnet stockings. Owner pointed out that the dice had said nothing about me also wearing a skirt but nevertheless allowed me to go out dressed as i was. She later remarked that i looked 'hot'.

Anyways, as usual i was seen by a number of people, workmen and drivers in their vehicles as i completed the short five minute walk to the bus stop in my puffer coat and little skirt and stockings. i then flashed my bra at the bus stop as instructed. 

Bra and panties showing

Only when i got back did i realise that the skirt i wearing, which Owner recently bought for me, is so short that my panties are clearly visible in some of the pictures. It is the perfect length!

Earlier that morning Owner also used the surveillance camera to monitor me sweeping the floors of the flat whilst She went out for Her early morning walk. i was blissfully unaware that She took some pictures of me using the surveillance camera until She later sent them to me by whasapp. 

Having swept the floors with the big brush in the pictures you can see me in the process of sweeping up the dust etc with the small dust pan and brush. You can also see that my tit weights are in place, swinging from my nipple piercings. They remained suspended from my nipple rings there until after Owner returned.

We both love the fact that Owner can now monitor me at all times when i am at home and also relay instructions to me via the camera. When She speaks to me through it i approach the camera and curtsy to it, to acknowledge Her message before i speak. It feels a little strange curtsying to a camera, but i am sure i will get used to doing so.

Yesterday Owner had to go into Her office, leaving me to work from home. As has now become custom on such occasions when She is not at home during the week but i am, this is when i sweep and mop all of the floors of the flat. With Owner not here there is no possibility of my disturbing Her.

So this is how i spent the start of my working day on Wednesday sweeping and mopping all of the floors in Owners flat. As has also now become customary, in addition to the weights that always hang from my pierced tits whenever i sweep the floors, on days when the floors also get mopped a small cast iron bell  also hangs, suspended from my nipple piercings. It swings wildly when i sweep.

Owner also decided that i should spend all of the day gagged, apart from when i was on calls, in meetings or having my lunch. Here are some images from the day

gagged and weights and an iron bell suspended from my nipple rings

iron bell swinging!

preparing my lunch

in between meetings

i was drooling pretty heavily by the end of the day when i removed the gag, so much so that i had to put my skirt into the wash as it got covered with mess!

drool leaking from my gagged mouth

drool drains from my mouth as i take off the gag

Back to today and this evening, after dinner and completing my chores, i will once again return naked to my cage to spend time locked up in the darkness with 1kg of metal weights and chains suspended from my nipple rings. This has now become my regular Thursday evening routine or, as Owner calls it, 'cagey thursday'.

Owner Watches Over Me (Remotely)

As Her submissive wife Owner likes me to be at home as much as possible where She can keep an eye on me. Unless i am given special dispensation, for example i was recently allowed out to briefly attend a former colleague's memorial, it is expected that i only leave the house if i am accompanied by Owner or to run an errand or complete a challenge for Her. The only other occasions i am allowed out (other than to empty the bins or tidy the front yard) are to visit either of my elderly parents or attend work meetings/events that cannot be conducted online. The latter used to sometimes require overnight stays or foreign travel. However, earlier this year it was decided that these are not appropriate for me. i once used to socialise quite a bit with colleagues after work. However, that stopped years ago.

Don't get me wrong. i am very happy and content with this arrangement. i enjoy being at home looking after Owner and keeping Her flat(s) - whether in London or Spain - clean and tidy. It is where i belong and it is who i belong to. i love being in Her company.  We are each others best friend. Owner also regularly takes me out with Her for meals or to have a drink etc so it is not as if my life is spent cooped up inside. It is not.

Just as it is right and appropriate that Owner should expect me to stay at home so it is right that, on the occasions when i do go outside unescorted by Her then She should always know where i am and when i might be back. i obviously keep Her regularly updated with whasapp messages, informing Her of the progress in my journey and my expected time home. However, Owner should also be able to always tell precisely where i am at any given moment to ensure that i do not dilly dally. It is for this reason that my mobile phone location data is also shared with Her 24/7 and for 365 days a year. This means that wherever Owner is, if i am not home then She can see exactly where i am.

i have no idea whether Owner does track my whereabouts or not. But that is not the point. Just the knowledge that She is able to is a wonderful and constant reminder of the control She has over me, a watchful presence ensuring that i make sure to keep my time away from Her and Her home to the absolute minimum.

Owner Herself is obviously completely free to come and go as She pleases, do whatever She wishes with whomsoever She wants. She enjoys sometimes meeting up with Her friends and going for meals etc. Obviously, She does so without me. i remain at home, doing housework etc. As too is the case when She heads out for Her early morning walk.

However, when She left me home alone Owner had no means of keeping an eye on me. That changed this week when, as part of our anniversary celebration, i presented Her with an indoor security camera so that She could monitor me remotely. Getting a camera She could use to monitor me was something we had discussed and i was delighted to have the opportunity to gift one to Her.

The camera livestreams 24/7 from a location in the entrance to the kitchen where it can observe me when i am caged or doing housework in there. It can also look down the corridor and monitor me when, for example, i am kneeling naked at the top of the stairs waiting to greet Owners return from Her morning walk or see me sweeping/cleaning floors and entering and leaving rooms.

The camera tracks my movements and Owner can observe me from Her phone, direct the camera from Her phone and even issue verbal instructions to me from it - which the camera then relays. She can, and already has, instructed me to present myself to the camera or comment on or query what i am doing whilst She is away from the flat, as well as being able to see what i am up to. 

Even when She is at home the camera enables Her to relax in the comfort of the lounge whilst i am caged in the darkness of the kitchen and ensure that i am keeping still as expected when i am locked up in the cage. On Thursday, for example, She reprimanded me through the camera for not keeping still enough and making a noise whilst i was kneeling chained up and gagged in the cage with 1kg of weight suspended from my pierced and straining tits. An act that was a welcome aid in helping to train me to learn to remain immobile and tolerate discomfort.

We both agree that the addition of the surveillance camera takes Owners ability to monitor and control what i do to a welcome next level. Owner had hoped to go out with friends for a meal this week during which it was planned that i was to remain caged at home with Her remotely monitoring me from the restaurant. Owner would then instruct me when it was time for me to unlock myself and collect Her from the railway station and escort Her home. In the end one of the party took ill the day of the meal and so it has been rescheduled. However, we both look forward to Owner being able to go out and enjoy Herself and the company of Her companions whilst also able to observe me and communicate with me whilst i remain caged, immobile and gagged in the darkness of Her home.

In less than a week this little camera has become fully integrated into my and Owners lives. She has even given the surveillance camera a nickname, Minipetunio. i look forward to a life of being under Owners ever watchful gaze as i continue my development as Her obedient, submissive slut and wife.

presenting myself to the camera following a summons

Owners little all seeing surveillance friend

In my cage. Note - the bruises on my butt from my anniversary severe caning are slowly fading

i am grateful to sklave in stahl and to piss maid CUM slut and their respective owners for the original inspiration of incorporating security cameras into Owners and my life. It is a wonderful addition to our FLR relationship and provides Owner with even greater control over me.

Twenty Wonderful Years

Monday marked Owner and my twentieth anniversary. 20 years together, blimey how time flies when you are in love and having fun. We actually celebrate 3 'anniversary' dates each year. These are; 

• 16th Feb - our wedding anniversary 
• 31st May - the day we both met in person at Bond Street tube station after having chatted online for a few months.
• 6th October - the day Owner snogged me at Charing Cross station and we went from just friends to, well much more than that

i really am lucky and blessed to have had the honour and privilege of spending the past 20 years of my life with Owner. She is a wonderful and beautiful woman the love of my life. She is also the person to whom i willingly and completely submit and who controls how i live my life. She has trained, cherished and supported me throughout those twenty years and She continues to do so.

We always try to make a bit of a fuss of our anniversaries and this one has been no exception. It has been truly memorable. Owner gifted me my new lock tattoo, which symbolises the fact that i am mostly kept in chastity.  The tattoo was created a few weeks ago and is now almost fully healed. Owner also bought me a beautiful pearl belly ring and a wonderful cake for us both to share.

The anniversary cake that Owner bought for us

The new pearl belly ring Owner got for me. 

Incidentally, Owner has settled on a design idea for a cover up tattoo to replace this one on my belly (which neither of us like and pre-dates my life with Owner). i have discussed Owners ideas with the tattoo artist and i hope to get this tattoo covered up done early in the New Year with a new, much more feminine design featuring flowers and a crescent moon.

My main present for Owner was booking us into an overnight dungeon stay for Her to have fun caning and electrocuting me, which She did. On Monday night, the day of the actual anniversary, i took Her out to dinner to a restaurant inside one of our favourite London viewpoints, namely that to be found right at the top of 20 Fenchurch Street aka 'the walkie talkie' building. London looks stunning from up there at night

Exterior view looking west down the River Thames

Interior showing the panoramic view of London (which extends 360 degrees)

i also got Owner a few more little gifts, ones that, like the dungeon visit, speak to the FLR nature of our relationship. These were:

1. A silver chastity key necklace
2. A seven-braid leather whip
3. A 23cm (9inch) realistic dildo for Her strap-on
4. A WiFi enabled Eufy internal surveillance camera 

Whip, dildo, chastity key necklace and surveillance camera

 Silver Chastity Necklace

This came from the Etsy shop Locked in Chastity whose owner is also her own husband's key holder. Owner was really delighted with this gift and immediately placed it around Her neck for all to see that She has the key to my cage. 

Owner wearing the new chastity key necklace to our anniversary dinner

One delightful little surprise was that, as well as the key and chain, the parcel from the shop also contained some stickers showing this image of a caged cockerel;

These stickers now adorn my mobile phone case and that for my reading glasses. This means that whenever i get my phone out or put my glasses on people will, if they interpret the image correctly, be able to see that i am in chastity. i messaged the shop Owner, a lovely woman called Julie, to say how much Owner loved the necklace and what a great idea the stickers were and She emailed me back a copy of the image with the instruction that i should use it as my screensaver on my mobile. Owner approved the idea and so whenever i open up my phone i and anyone around me can now also see that my cock is caged courtesy of this caged cockerel screensaver image.

Leather Braided Whip

i love the colours of this whip which came from the company Meo in Germany. It appears to be very well made.  

Realistic cock dildo

With its fully retractable foreskin  Owner has another cock in Her collection

Eufy surveillance camera 

This camera is to enable Owner to monitor me at any time She wishes. The images it sees can be sent directly to Her mobile phone in real time. You can also send voice instructions through it which will enable Her to relay instructions to me using Her phone even when She is not at home. Owner plans to use the camera for the first time this Thursday evening. She is going out for a meal with friends after work and i am expected, as is now customary, to spend the evening locked in my cage. The surveillance camera will enable Owner to keep an eye on me locked up in the darkness of Her kitchen whilst She is out enjoying Her meal and then let me know when She is on Her way home so that i can release myself and come and collect Her and carry Her bag back home.

My mobile phone location is already shared with Owner at all times meaning that on the occasions when i am allowed out She can see where i am at all times if She wishes to. The addition of the home surveillance camera opens up the opportunity for Owner to also see what i am up to at home, even if She is out. i am excited at the possibilities that this additional level of control opens up.

We had a great anniversary and are both looking forward to spending the rest of our lives together and, i hope, my submission to my wonderful Owners control will become ever more absolute. 

"I Can Smell Your Fear"

"I can smell your fear" said Owner, whispering into my ear.

It was 7.30am and She had just turned my backside a deepening shade of scarlet as i stood tied and helpless, secured to a St Andrews Cross in the Brighton Dungeon i had booked us into for an overnight stay as part of our 20th anniversary celebration.

We had arrived the evening before having traveled down from London. However, Owner was not feeling too great and so, after ordering out for pizza, we retired early to bed. Owner instructed me to set my alarm for 6am in the morning as She had lots of things She wanted to do to me before we had to checkout.

i slept fitfully, my mind wondering what Owner might have in store for me. Before going to bed She had told me She wanted to cane and flog me, electrocute me with the mains powered violet wand, strap me into the spanking bench and have the fucking machine fill my pussy, amongst other things. No wonder my sleep was disturbed!

After a light breakfast the first thing Owner did was to put me in a metal cage in the dungeon.

When i was released Owner collared me as Her 'Bitch'

 Before securing me to the St Andrews Cross 

Taking Her time Owner then took out the implements She had selected the night before that She wanted to test out on my backside. First, She flogged and paddled me, then whipped me with a short rope whip. This was followed by 100 hundred strokes of a standard cane, a further flogging before concluding with 50 strokes of a cane that had the thickness of a snooker cue (i kid you not!). You can see the selection of implements used to beat me in the image below:

With the 'snooker cue' cane!

My bottom was well and truly marked and reddening quickly at this point as Owner untied me and then secured me to the spanking bench to test out how it worked

Satisfied that She knew where all the buckles should attach too Owner released me and led me through to the medical room for the next round of torment, electrocution. The room had an old fashion medical examination chair with leg stirrups and an array of devices and insertables. 

Owner had me spread myself apart in the chair so that i was exposed and vulnerable to whatever She had in store for me. As it turned out Her first desire was to spank my most vulnerable and sensitive bits, my labia plums and nipples, with a weighted metal rod. The rod hurt much more than the heavy 'snooker cue' cane had as it came down against my most vulnerable flesh. Being hit repeatedly by these weighted metal implements across my tits and bits was really painful! i was soon wincing and thrashing about whilst Owner was clearly in Her element. Believe it or not i actually told Her, as i grimaced against the pain of repeated impacts from the metal implement, that i would buy Her some as a present, so apparent was it how much She was enjoying striking me with them.  

However, they were just the warm-up. Owner had further plans in the form of something that She really wanted to experiment with and use to torture me, namely electricity. The night before Owner discovered that there was a mains operated violet wand device.  We have never used one of these before and She was determined to electrocute me with it. 

Owner plugged the device in and after a bit of practice, during which Owner also identified that She needed to restrain my arms and legs if She wanted to use the violet wand on me on the higher power settings (which She did) She set about torturing my clit and (clamped) tits. 

'Relaxing' ...Not!

Owner dialled the device up to its maximum output and my body shook and convulsed as She shocked me again, and again and again. i even saw whisps of smoke as the glass prong of the violet wand crackled and sparked against my throbbing labia, singeing flesh.

After making me count off a final set of 10 electrocutions from the device whilst it was on its maximum setting Owner finally ceased torturing me. 

'Now it's time to prepare you for the fucking machine' She declared. 

Owner put on a surgical glove, lubed Her fingers and then inserted them into my pussy, lubricating and opening up my hole. She then undid the straps that secured me to the medical chair and led me out of the clinic and back through into the dungeon and strapped me, once again, onto the spanking bench but now with a condom-covered dildo from the fucking machine inserted into my wet pussy.

Owner set the device running and i felt the mechanical dildo thrust rhythmically in and out of my open hole. i had been worried lest i found being fucked by the machine too stimulating and i ended up having an accidental leak from my caged. However, i need not have worried. Owner used the device just long enough to make me super horny and excited and then switched it off and released me.

It was the most wonderful start to the day and i am so lucky to have such a wonderful Owner to have spent it with. i am grateful to Her for beating and torturing me as She did and for the pleasurable experience of being briefly mechanically fucked.

Believe it or not we booked the dungeon through AirBnB, just follow this link to Brighton Dungeon. It certainly has a lot of different equipment in it but we found that it was a little worn and the decor etc was in need of a bit of a make-over. Here are some pictures of the place:

When we returned back to London Owner took me for lunch before we headed back home. As you can see from this picture taken when we got back home Her caning and flogging made quite the impression on my butt!

It was such a wonderful way to celebrate our 20th anniversary, which is still a few days a way. What a wonderful Owner i have and how over the moon i am to be able to live with and submit to and serve Her 24/7 for 365 days a year. She is quite simply the best.

(Tit) Weight Training and Stretching

No, i do not mean going down to the gym and pumping iron! What do you take me for? That would, i am sure, never be seen by Owner as an acceptable reason to allow me out of Her house (besides i have some dumbbells and a kettle bell at home). No, the weight training i am talking about are weights that are suspended from my pierced tits.

i have mentioned before that something that is important to Owner is my ability to tolerate pain. She enjoys inflicting it and expects me to be good at tolerating it. It is, after all, the reason for my weekly caning. It provides Her with an enjoyable end of week activity and an opportunity for me to get better at learning to tolerate discomfort.

However, my butt (and the backs of my thighs) are not the only part of my body expected to be able to endure discomfort. My breasts and nipples are too. Indeed, the latter are now relatively big and puffy as a consequence of years of abuse, both deliberate; in the form of piercing, clamps (both with and without weights), canings etc and accidental; specifically the time when i tore my right nipple in half when my bracelet caught in my nipple ring as i was vigorously toweling myself dry post-shower whilst staying at Owners parents. i tore the ring clean out of my tit and left my right nipple fully split in half. Ouch! It took a while for the nipple to heal back together, it was quite literally split down the middle.

But that was then. With tit healed, re-pierced and fully healed i can, once again, safely resume tit training with weights. i now have a daily (weekdays only) regimen of tit training/stretching using weights. 

First off, each morning when Owner leaves the house at 6.30am for Her daily walk around the park i set about sweeping all of the floors in the flat. i do it at this time so as not to annoy Owner by getting in Her way. However, before i start to sweep the floors 200g of weight is suspended from each one of my nipples using S hooks. Like this:

how frightful i look first thing!

All floors swept i then position myself naked at the top of the stairs with Owners favourite paddle ready to greet Her return home, still with tit weights attached. These are only removed and put away after i have kissed Owners shoes in greeting and She has paddled my backside and caged clit.

awaiting Owners return home at 7am - tit weights still hanging

a big grin on my face to welcome Owner home as i hand Her the paddle to beat me with when i kiss Her feet

However, the floors need more than a daily sweep. They also need mopping. This happens once a week. i used to do this at the weekend but doing so annoyed Owner as i got in Her way and disrupted whatever She was doing. This created a dilemma. One the one hand Owner rightly expected i should regularly mop the floors, however, my doing so annoyed Her. The solution i arrived at was to sweep and mop the floors on a weekday when Owner had to go into the office and i was working from home, which i usually am.

So, on days that i both sweep and mop my tits are also stretched with weights. However, an additional iron bell also hangs suspended from my piercings, bringing the combined weight hanging from my tits to over half a kilogram. The hanging bell swings and clanks noisily as i sweep and mop, giving my tits a proper workout.

i wonder what the neighbours think is causing the clanging sound upstairs? 

Then there is Thursday and the time i spend every Thursday evening locked inside the dog cage, gagged and with my ankles and wrists chained. My tits are again stretched with weights and the same iron bell suspended from my piercings using S hooks. However, a heavy solid metal chain is also hung from my tits as well 

the items hanging from my pierced tits when i am caged

In total 1kg of weight hangs down from my stretched and straining teets. 

The weights definitely serve to focus my attention and discourage movement that might set them swinging and straining as i kneel chained and drooling (from the horse bit gag) in the darkness. The exception, of course, are the times when Owner comes through and spanks or caresses my butt, caged clit and pussy. Then i cannot help but try and spread my legs and wiggle my bum and swing the weights in hyper-aroused excitement.

Training my tits with weights this way helps with my ability to tolerate pain and discomfort whilst continuing to complete my household chores and act as a slut, also things that are extremely important to Owner. It also means that my stretched out tits and i spend the remainder of the day feeling wonderfully  aroused and in heat, whilst i remain frustrated and denied. Such sweet torment! i am indeed a very, very lucky slut.