Owner and i have just about physically recovered from our trip back from Japan. The flight home lasted 14 hours and routed us out over the Pacific, then Alaska, Canada, Greenland and finally down back to the UK. Our sleep patterns were shot, making for an extremely groggy return back to work and domestic service reality. i also had an event in Glasgow, Scotland that required another flight there and back on Thursday. We are both embracing the respite of the weekend.
However, getting back to Japan. What an amazing country and culture. From the full-on, neon heaving chaos of downtown Tokyo to the sublime foothills of Mount Fuji or the structured grid and underground city of Sapporo to the sleeping giants, spitting mud pools and coastal majesty of Hokkaido, the wooden buildings of Kyoto or the nodding deer of Nara, vertiginous gardens of Kobe and castles of Nagoya and Osaka - what a place. The land and cityscapes are truly epic and extraordinary. We had an amazing time.
Then of course there were the accessories and the clothes. Oh. My. God. i was in gurl heaven. Every shop, and i mean every shop, contains a range of super-cute and adorable, must buy, hyper-girly accessories. i was so lucky, Owner permitted me to buy some to accessorise my little day pack. These are the cute accessories i was permitted to adorn my bag with and which now follow me around back home
Best of all though were the outfits. Little skirts a go go, hyper cute knee high stockings, the most AMAZING chunky shoes, bags, bags, bags, cute tops and blouses, clips and bows. It was full sissy heaven. Once again i was such a lucky sissy gurl. Owner permitted me to buy the most adorable frilly skirt, replete with bow accessory. i cannot wait to show it off in public. i will keep readers in suspense but rest assured, you will get to see it soon.
Then of course there was the kimono outfit. Owner sourced and then bought the kimono, the obi, the waist rope and traditional sandals. We had the best time doing the indoor but then especially the outdoor photo shoot in it. Thank you for all of your lovely compliments. Here are some more shots of me in a lakeside park in Hokkaido enjoying the cherry blossoms
One of the regular readers of this blog and all round lovely person, hs left me a wonderful comment in which he wrote:
"You look fabulous and so feminine in your Kimono and with that beautiful umbrella....in many, but not all ways, your lifestyle and relationship with your owner emulates the "traditional" role of a "good wife" in Japan.....I imagine you might feel quite at home in Japan" blog comment by hs.
It was hs's point about the 'traditional role' and the 'good wife' that really resonated with me, he knows me too well! i love being Owner's housewife and so the idea of being at home, subservient and demure, focusing on housework and home crafts, being at Owners side when She wants me to be, being beaten or fucked by Her when She wants that. All of this is what i aspire to and is, to an extent, how we live our lives.
However, that is not the full picture. i am also a slut and an exhibitionist. i love to wear and be seen in the shortest of skirts - so short my panties are visible and my stocking tops on full show. i love to show my bra and breasts. i adore being groped and fondled in public. Owner regards me as, not just Her wife but also Her slut and expects me to behave as one, something i strive to get better at.
Two things we witnessed in Japan, both quite troubling in many respects but which appeal to a sissy slut like me, resonated with this slut side of me.
First was the maid cafe culture. These are establishments where young women in stunning manga maid outfits serve and chat to men of all ages. Akihabara Electric Town in Tokyo is the epicentre. It is a district that in all bar one respect made me feel uncomfortable. It is dominated by manga and electronic stores, porn shops and maid cafes. That was not what made me uncomfortable. It was the fact that it is such a male environment. i would guess about 80% of those walking around it at any time are men of all ages. Male-dominated environments make me uneasy. i much prefer female spaces - unlike Owner who loves the boys. The one inspiring exception in Electric Town, however, were the maid girls that lined the street aiming to attract men into their cafe and who knows what else. They looked amazing dressed up in their cute little maid outfits. How i would love to have joined them dressed up and hustling for 'business' on the street.
The other thing you will see on the subway and some trains in Japanese cities are 'women-only' carriages, a response to the continued scourge of unwanted sexual attention, touching and groping that some women experience amidst the packed anonymity of rush-hour travel. The slut in me loves the idea of travelling these rides during the morning or evening rush dressed in a little micro skirt and low cut top. Of course, however, not for me the safety of the women only carriages. i would beeline straight for the busiest carriage, the one stuffed full of bored, frustrated businessmen and abandon myself to my fate, aching to be groped, fondled and abused whilst sandwiched amidst a sea of testosterone.
That dichotomy that you see on full display in Japan. The servility, politeness and submission, the hyper-sexualised maid girl culture and continued need to keep women safe from unwanted male attention. Both really appeal to my Jekyll and Hyde nature, part-good housewife, part whore.
As for Owner. There were plenty of cute young men and boys for Her to admire and lust over. We both had fun watching and observing people and i agree with Her that Japanese men can look quite beautiful. However, all kept their distance. Her fantasy of a cute toyboy remains unfulfilled, for now at least.
So that was Japan. We are already talking about when, not if, we might go back.
Now we are back home i am trying to return back to normal. Just before we departed i completed and passed my Spanish level training and have now moved to the next level.
i returned to chastity as soon as we got home and remained locked for my flight to Glasgow earlier this week. i hadn't intended to. Owner had given me the key to unlock and re-lock myself but i clean forgot to do so, only remembering as i was putting my bag onto the belt as i was passing through security. By then it was too late to remove my metal cage, i was stood mere feet from the body scanner. i gingerly stepped through but, to my complete surprise, nothing happened. i picked up my bag and headed to the lounge area. My metal cage had not triggered anything. i messaged Owner about the mistake i had made and the fact that there had been no consequences. i resolved to walk through the scanner with cage on on my return flight to see if this had just been a fluke or if the scanner really did not register the chunky metal cage between my legs?
Surprise, surprise i triggered the body scanner in Glasgow as i went to catch my return flight. As i stood legs parted and hands held out at my sides i could see on the monitor that all of my body was showing green, all part from my crutch which was glowing red on the scanner operators console. i steeled myself to having to explain that i had a metal chastity device on, i had already resolved to be fully honest if i did get stopped. It's not illegal to wear a chastity device after all. However, all that happened was the security officer padded down my pockets and then waved me on. So, perhaps it is fine for me to remain locked up in my metal cage whilst flying after all? That will be for Owner to decide.
My life of domestic service is also starting to return back to normal. i did miss my chores and i am happy to return to them. This was me cleaning earlier in the week as seen by Owner via the surveillance camera
Returning to the subject of housework, Owner has rightly pointed out the need for me to do a complete Spring clean of Her flat, which will keep me busy. She will also be going to Spain for a week in June before i fly out to join Her the following week. Whilst it goes without saying that i will miss Her terribly it will also provide an opportunity for me to be kept busy outside of work with household chores whilst She is away. Owner can monitor me remotely whilst She is away via the surveillance camera.
Owner will also be sharing with me Her plans for Her future retirement and Her expectations of me in terms of my own work. Both of us would like for me to have more time spent at home, where i belong, or spent accompanying Owner on little adventures. i would love to be able to drop to working four days a week to free up a day to focus on housework and other chores or practice my domestic skills so that i might become more useful to Owner. My lifetime goal is to one day be regarded by Owner as a suitable candidate to become Her slave. Obviously, this will not be practical whilst i still need to work but reducing the day or days that i work could present an opportunity to begin to prepare and improve myself and demonstrate my utility and potential as Her future slave. We shall see.
Anyway, sorry for the long post. i hope readers are well?
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