The Great Concealment + Pissed On By Owner

Next weekend Owners' sister and Her partner are arriving from Spain to stay with us for just over a week. We are both looking forward to hosting them. It is an excuse to take time off work and enjoy London as a tourist. We will also be taking them to Bristol and Bath.

Owner's sister and boyfriend are lovely people but they know almost nothing of the true nature of Owner and my relationship. i say 'almost nothing' as Her sister did once see some pictures of me that were not meant for Her eyes! Owner and i also rarely host others so our flat is littered with objects and items that leave little to the imagination these that it is actually quite a challenge for us to spot things that others might seem strange. i once shocked my Dad when he came to stay when i nonchalantly poured my breakfast cereals into my dog bowl whilst talking to him only to suddenly realise how strange it must look that a) i was eating from a dog bowl especially as b) we did not, and never have had, a dog.

The good news is that our flat has a massive loft so Owner and i have spent some of the weekend ferrying an assortment of objects, items and clothing up into the loft. Owners guests will be staying in Her bedroom and we will spend the week in the spare box room. This necessitates emptying out my wardrobe for them to use. 

That aside, life has continued its happy routine since we returned from our trip to Norfolk. i have kept up with all my chores and tasks. On Thursday evening i was locked away naked in my new dog cage whilst Owner relaxed watching TV and catching up with Her family on the phone. At one point She came to see me and stroked and caressed my naked buttocks and caged clit, causing me to part my legs and wiggle my bottom in excitement, like a bitch on heat. This caused the cowbell suspended on S hooks from my nipple piercings and the other attached to my leather collar to clank noisily, an aural indication of my aroused and excitable state! Owner departed leaving me chained up, horny, frustrated and alone on all fours. Drool leaking from my gagged mouth. It was daylight when i was sent to my cage and dark when Owner allowed me out to re-join Her.

On Friday Owner spanked me between my legs with Her favourite leather paddle after returning from Her early morning walk as i prostrated myself naked in worshipful greeting, kissing and licking Her wet and muddy shoes. She then electrocuted me on my clit. Later that day She administered my weekly maintenance beating, using Her favourite cane to create some neat stripes across my buttocks and the backs of my thighs. 

After finishing putting stuff away in the loft i then attended to the hedge at the front of our building which has grown a little unruly and was in need of a trim. i managed to avoid falling off the ladder!

We ended the day with a bit of a circular walk around the neighbourhood in search of a bar we could drink and gossip in that wasn't a) hired for a private function or b) had a DJ set playing. We did eventually find one.

Out for drinks with Owner

and showing off my new reading glasses

Today, Sunday, after completing my usual studies and exercises after breakfast i then prepared lunch for Owner. Meanwhile, She spent some time finalising Her design ideas for a new tattoo She will have  commissioned for my body. It will be Her 20th anniversary gift to me. i am looking forward to, once again, being inked with one of Owners designs. Another symbol of Her ownership of me.

Later in the afternoon Owner had me strip off and go into the shower so that She could use me as Her human urinal. It was wonderful. Owner said that She loves to piss on me. i love to be pissed on by Her and to also get to consume Her delicious golden wine.

How i love being my Owners' piss slut. [Comment by Owner - you look so cute, like a real duck]

Norfolk Naughtiness

Owner and i had a great little break over the bank holiday weekend. We left London and traveled to Norwich in Norfolk by train on Friday after work. Owner had booked us into a hotel on the edge of the city which sported a little house in the garden that you could rent, which is where we stayed.

On the Saturday we took another train from Norwich out to the coast. Stopping off first for a boat trip along the Norfolk Broads and again at the village of Worstead. Here, having time to kill for the onward train Owner did a little photo shoot of me on the deserted station platform which i then followed with a cheeky strip. It was fun to do, especially as we knew that the train was due to arrive within fifteen minutes and other passengers might turn up, which eventually they did albeit after i had put my trousers back on!

We then continued our trip to the small coastal town of Cromer for a walk along the pier and the beach followed by a couple of drinks in a local pub before catching the train back to Norwich.

Sunday and Monday morning were spent exploring the delights of Norwich. From its sublime Cathedral and river walk to the less enchanting recently renovated Norwich castle, a case study in how to eradicate all historical interest courtesy of a rubbish interior re-vamp from a building with a fascinating one thousand year history.

In between times Owner undertook for a couple of photo shoots of yours truly in the grounds of the hotel. i was instructed to 'bring something classy not slutty' to wear this time. They were great fun to do, as hopefully you can tell. 

Being 'classy' :)

hello fellow guests behind me :)

Oooh, what's that shiny metal thing you can see up my skirt? :)

 

A better view of what was could be glimpsed up my skirt!

Queuing for drinks in Cromer in my tight t-shirt showing off my padded bra

We also got in time for plenty of sightseeing as i alluded to earlier. Here is a selection of some of the places we saw and visited over the weekend.

On the Broads

Country path

Medieval church in Worstead

Cromer pier and beach

Beach and bay at Cromer

Norwich castle

Norwich Cathedral font, which was once part of a local chocolate factory

Cathedral cloisters

Norwich Cathedral

Elm Hill in Norwich

Cow Tower and swimmers in the River Yare

Pull's Ferry

It was a wonderful and relaxing weekend and Owner spoilt me rotten. i brought my Spanish studies with me but Owner made it clear She wanted me to just relax. However, i am pleased to report that when we arrived back home, after unpacking our suitcase and putting on the washing i then set about cleaning the bathroom and catching up with some of my chores.

 

Thank you Owner for a lovely trip. 

Cagey Thursday

'Cagey Thursday' is the term Owner has coined to describe the time i now spend every Thursday evening, after cooking and clearing away dinner and completing my evening chores, when i a sent to be locked up in my dog cage/crate whilst Owner enjoys a period of peace and quiet. 

inside my dog cage last night

The cage is set up in our kitchen and before entering it i strip naked and my wrists and ankles are cuffed, a heavy leather collar goes around my neck and a bit gag is secured in my mouth. The collar has a cow bell suspended from it and another is suspended from my tits using two S-shaped hooks through my nipple rings. The purpose of the cowbells is to stop me moving whilst i am locked up as, if i do, they make quite a noise and Owner hates noise. The final addition is a small black plastic bucket positioned on the floor below my head to catch the drool that continuously leaks from my mouth courtesy of the bit gag.

That is how i then spend my time. Chained and on all fours, cowbells gently swaying, drool dripping in my cage in the growing darkness of the kitchen. It was light when i entered, dark when i was allowed out again.

Whilst i am locked out of Her way Owner is able to relax and have some time to Herself. As for myself? Well, i have time to think and reflect on ways i can improve. Being locked on all fours in the darkness, legs spread apart a little, also feels wonderfully vulnerable and exposed. All sorts of naughty thoughts raced through my brain. Only my rear-end is visible from the open entrance of the dog house, my 'pussy' available, my hanging bits vulnerable. Meanwhile the slow swinging of the cow bell that hung suspended from my teets tugged delightfully on them, stretching them out. My clit throbbed  inside its metal cage. 

At one point Owner wandered through to the kitchen and caressed my buttocks and heavy swollen labia in the darkness before returning to the lounge to watch TV. A little later i heard Her get up to go the toilet. i could not help but crave Her piss.

My mind again wandered. This time to thoughts of Owner's fingers and hand inside of me, opening me up, then of Her cock penetrating me, fucking me in the darkness. Then my thoughts took a darker turn. This time of Owner stood behind me, attaching clamps to my labia to electrocute them or shocking the entrance of my pussy with Her tazapper electric-shock device, both things She has done a number of times before and takes delight in doing.

However, nothing of the sort happened. Time ticked by. i could hear the sound of the TV on in the lounge and the sound of the neighbours talking in the flat below. i remained immobile in the darkness. 

The floor of the dog crate/cage is covered with a fluffy dog matt to cushion and protect my 55-year old knees and hands. However, even with this being immobile on your hands and knees becomes uncomfortable after a while. i have learnt to very slowly shift position, to ease the pressure without causing the cowbells to clank.

Eventually i heard the sound of Owners footsteps again down the corridor. This time She told me that my cage time was up and i could rejoin Her in the lounge. Truth be told i was lucky in that i was only locked up like that for about 50 minutes. She could of course cage me at any time and for any duration. However, one thing is now certain. Every Thursday night, after i have finished my chores, i can now look forward to spending time locked up in the darkness, trying to keep still inside my new dog cage.

Earlier in the week Owner had me stand in front of Her in the lounge and spank my the vulnerable and exposed labia bits of my clit hard with a wooden spoon. In the end they were struck over one hundred times. My plums were left reddened and sore. Relief, of a kind, was immediately provided to them as Owner then instructed that i clamp ice cubes against them and hold them in place until they had fully melted. My bits went from hot and swollen to cold and frozen! i stood, pressing the ice cubes against the soft sensitive skin of my plums for over 5 minutes until the ice had fully melted.

spanking my bits with a wooden spoon

then freezing them with ice cubes

This morning, after sweeping all of the floors whilst Owner was out on Her early morning walk, i greeted Her return home in the now customary manner, prostrating myself naked before Her and kissing Her feet having first handed Owner Her favourite leather paddle to beat my backside with as my lips pressed against Her shoes. Today, rather than use the paddle against my butt cheeks She instead brought it down between my legs, leather against the soft skin of my labia plums. 

There was a further twist. Today being a Friday the electro-shock device was also secured tightly around my clit, it's twin electrodes pushing into the soft skin at the base of my clit, next to the metal base ring of my chastity cage. As i handed Owner the leather paddle before prostrating myself and kissing Her feet i also handed Her the remote control of the electro-shock device.

i do, quite genuinely, fear being electrocuted by this device. Yet each week i obediently make sure to re-charge it, put it on, hand Owner the remote and make sure the remote stays close to Her throughout the day, so that She always has it to hand. It scares me and yet it is such a powerful and forceful reminder of the authority Owner has over me. Wherever i am in the flat, whatever i might be doing (unless i am in the shower - that is the only time i am safe) Owner might choose to electrocute me. Today She electrocuted me minutes after returning from Her walk and then again mid-morning whilst i was working. As for me, well i get to spend the day in a constant state of mild fear that at any moment Owner might electrocute me remotely again in my most sensitive parts.

This coming weekend is a long bank holiday weekend here in England. Accordingly, Owner has arranged to take me with Her to stay in Norwich, a medieval town in the East of England. We have various sightseeing activities planned. Owner has also instructed me to bring along a pretty outfit that is 'classy not slutty this time!' i have brought my pretty white lace dress. Hopefully there will be an opportunity to do a photoshoot in it.

i have also, as i always do whenever we go away, packed vibrators for Owner's pleasure as well as Her red whip, a paddle and a cane for Her to use on me. We are both looking forward to our mini-break.

The Glorious 16th

Yesterday was the 16th, that day of the month when dice get rolled and outdoor challenges (and this month chastity as well) fates are decided. It was also the day when another new chastity device arrived for me, more on that to come. But first, the outdoor challenge.

The dice threw up quite an easy challenge for me to complete, in the form of a bra flash. Owner had already planned to take me to lunch and then to an exhibition in town and so said we could do the challenge together, Her photographing, on route to the railway station to head in central London. So here i am, flashing my bra in our neighbourhood on the way into central London;

Incidentally, the t-shirt i am wearing is this Gremlins one that Owner bought for me, i think it is super cute

Brief poses and bra flash completed we headed to the station and caught the train to Waterloo. We arrived a little early and so had time to have a short walk around before heading for lunch. i, of course, could not resist a pose or two!

by the London Eye

After lunch by the Thames we then headed to the Hayward Gallery to see the Yoshitomo Nara exhibition.It was really excellent. The exhibition closes soon. Owner and i would both highly recommend it.

An hour or so perusing art was followed by a walk up the Thames towards London Bridge and then a detour over to Bermondsey for some drinks, conversation and people watching (Owner decried the absence of attractive men) before we returned home. It was a wonderful day out with my beautiful Owner.

drinks in a Bermondsey pub

Which brings me onto chastity. Earlier in the day the chastity dice was rolled and a change of regime introduced, namely to just being locked on weekdays until the 16th September, when the chastity dice will be rolled again. However, whilst we were out in town a new device was delivered. This required testing and so i was locked into it. It is a metal nub version of the Python chastity device. i have previously had the plastic version but, although it was very comfortable, it broke. Hopefully this stainless steel version will prove to be more resilient!

still in my nightie and dressing gown

Earlier in the week i also spent part of my day plugged whilst working, at Owners request. i love being plugged and i love the feel of my heavy metal butt plug inside of me

Thursday this week was a really special day as this saw me sent to my cage for the first time under Owner's newly instigated weekly lock-up regime. After completing my evening chores post-dinner i stripped naked and retired to the kitchen to spend time locked in my new dog crate whilst Owner relaxed and enjoyed some time to Herself. My ankles and wrists were cuffed and chained and i wore my heavy leather collar from which was suspended a metal cow bell. Another hung from two metal S shaped hooks suspended from my nipple rings. The bells ensure that, if i move, i make a noise - something Owner hates - so i have to stay still.

i wasn't gagged this time with the 'horse-bit' gag, so i didn't need the little bucket to catch the drool that streams from my mouth when gagged that way, but next week and thereafter i will be. i mentioned to Owner that She could set-up a small surveillance camera to monitor/keep an eye on me when i am locked. She is considering the idea.

Then on Friday i again spent the day with the electro torture device secured tightly around my clit, enabling Owner to electrocute me via the device's remote control at any time She wished. Even when She does not electrocute me simply wearing the device and knowing that, at any minute She might decide to do so, is a powerful reminder of Her control.

Today, after making and serving lunch for Owner She administered a maintenance caning using the heavier and thicker cane, striking it repeatedly across my buttocks and the backs of my thighs.

post-caning

Owner also announced a new period of enhanced monitoring to ensure that i further improve my development as Her housewife. Specifically, and in Her owns words, for the remainder of the month She expects there to be:

'Never a speck of dirt in the sink. This will be monitored 3 times a day: morning, afternoon and evening. Failure to comply, ie any dirt in the sink during inspection, will result in an instant caning and/or electrocution'. 

It is wonderful to experience Owner raising the bar when it comes to the standards She expects of me!

Later in the afternoon Owner took me out to accompany Her on a brief walk around the park and to buy Her a coffee before we returned home and i resumed my cleaning duties, this time washing down and cleaning all of the exterior window sills and the windows. Owner rewarded for me work me with a delicious, crisp glass of Her fresh piss.

It has been a lovely, busy weekend.