Corseted, Caged and Clamped

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Human Footstool, Wooden Spoon + Electric Shocks

This past week has been a fairly quiet one for Owner and i. Both of us have been busy with work and i have also had my usual chores etc. i also received a treat in that Owner instructed me to act as Her human footstool one evening whilst She relaxed and watched WWE wrestling on the TV. The contrast between the 'real men' in the ring and Her slutty wife naked on all fours in front of Her was a stark one. My nipples were also clamped with vicious metal teeth clamps the whole time She had Her feet on my back.

Owner also kept distractedly gently kicking my 'labia plums' with Her foot and caressing the entrance of my 'pussy' with it too.

Talking of my bits. Today Owner set about striking them with one of Her favourite wooden spoons, beating them one hundred times before then electrocuting the base of my clit. First, She positioned me on all fours on the sofa with my legs parted and set about striking my labia bits then She had me secure the electro-torture device around the base of my clit and electrocuted me 8 times using different power settings. At one point i feared She might be about to turn the power up towards the maximum and was embarrassed to hear my own pathetic voice plaintively pleading with Her not to. i was lucky, She did not. Nevertheless, Owner enjoyed the whole experience of holding me down forcibly with one hand whilst beating me between my legs with the spoon and then electrocuting me, watching me flinch and squirm and listening as i yelped and begged . 

me looking a little apprehensive still post beating and electrocution

When beating me with the spoon Owner expects me to count off each strike. However, She often toys with me, as She did today, by increasing the tempo and striking me so fast that i lose count. That way She is able to land a flurry of blows in rapid succession that i am unable to keep track of and so have to just count them as one or two strikes. Consequently, it took a long time for me to count the one hundred target She had set.

As for me, well i was left somewhat sweaty and fearful that i might be hurt more and reminded once again how much i love the authority that Owner wields over me. As i have said before, i am not a pain slut and especially hate being electrocuted. However, i love that Owner enjoys to hit and zap me as She does, the more painful it is and the more fearful i am of what She might do the more wonderful She is to me. Weird perhaps but that's just how and who i am.

The wooden spoon and electro-clit device

In case anyone has wondered Owner still also watches me remotely whilst She is out on Her early morning walks whilst i am at home sweeping the floors of Her flat. This too was me earlier this week, waving to Owner, brush in hand, after She checked in on me remotely via one of Her surveillance cameras.

a cheery wave from Owner's contented housewife

Roses Are Red, My Bum Is Too...

Neither Owner nor i have ever celebrated Valentine's day together. For us it is just another day. However, Owner didn't miss an opportunity to redden my bottom and thighs with Her school cane this Valentine's Day.

Reddening bottom and backs of thighs from my caning

She then quickly followed this up by securing my legs and wrists in the black and red wooden stocks before zapping my labia bits, clit and pussy entrance thirty times with Her black and flame red electro tazapper.

twisted on the sofa after being shocked 30 times

Red most definitely was the colour even without the Valentine's celebration.

The week had started with me finding myself stood, essentially naked, hands on my head with the vicious spiked and spring-loaded clover clamps biting deep into my nipples for all the world to see for 45 minutes. 

Owner had instructed me to stand like that facing the corner of the lounge of Her flat. i stood facing the corner in front of one of the large windows that faces out onto the street and the flats and houses opposite ours. The window blinds were open and although the net curtain was drawn the fact that it was dark outside but the lounge light was on behind me. This meant that i was framed and visible in the window to the neighbours opposite, people looking up from the street or looking out from the busses that regularly trundle up and down our road.

Here's a rear view of me stood with my hands on my head;

Needless to say, by the time the 45 minutes were up i had lost most of the feeling in my arms and my clamped tits were on fire! It was, however, quite exciting knowing i was on public display.

On Thursday, after i had finished work for the day and completed my cleaning chores, Owner secured me in a head and wrist yoke and then electrocuted my still sensitive tits.

Afterwards i prepared and served the evening meal, washed up and was then sent to my cage for an hour, wrists and ankles secured, bit gag in place and cowbells and weights suspended from my leather neck collar and nipple rings. The cowbells are to discourage me from moving as they make quite a clanging noise if i move - Owner hates noise - so they incentivise me to remain as motionless as possible. Meanwhile the weights (and second cowbell) gave my nipples a good hard stretch, helping to train me to tolerate pain.

The hour passed surprisingly quickly and afterwards i was permitted to join Owner on the sofa and watch a TV series with Her.

This week has also seen the continuation of the same weather pattern that has been the hallmark of the UK weather since Christmas, rain and more rain. This means the ground is sodden and thus the paths that Owner uses through the park on Her early morning walks are wet and muddy. The plus side of this though is that it makes my morning ritual, of waiting naked to then kiss and lick Owners footwear when She comes in from Her early morning walk, extra enjoyable. There is something strangely special about licking and kissing Owners wet and mud splattered shoes. i like to ensure that they are left spotless and clean.

On Friday after work Owner took me out for some drinks followed by a pizza. We had a lovely time. Here i am, flashing my bra (what is it with pubs that always makes me want to flash my bra?) in the busy pub.

As you can see it has been a good week but it has not quite come to an end. Tomorrow we head to the cinema to watch the new Wuthering Heights movie. 

Next week Owner is taking me to dinner to celebrate our wedding anniversary and then next weekend i have my stage performance to look forward to. It promises to be a memorable week.

The Importance of Routines

One of the things that Owner and i both realised was important, when it came to my training and development as Her submissive wife, were routines. Repeating an activity at specific times or on specific days and doing that week after week, month after month, year after year helps to ensure that activity becomes second nature to me. Even during times when my performance has regrettably dipped the routines have continued. The more that can be incorporated into a regular routine the better when it comes to my training and development as Her submissive wife.

There are a wide variety of things that can become routine. Housework and cleaning is an obvious example. i love to clean and have specific chores that i do on specific days of the week and other chores that are done daily. For example, each part of the flat has a dedicated day when it gets cleaned during the  week e.g. the lounge gets done every Thursday.  Other tasks are completed daily, like cleaning the bathroom surfaces, sink, toilet and floor or sweeping and mopping the kitchen floor. So ingrained and second nature have these routines become that the other day i momentarily forgot what day of the week it was but then remembered it must be Wednesday as i had just cleaned the bedroom!

Last year we bought a flat in Spain and the first thing we did was to ensure that, when i am there, i continue with my routines as well. We now also ensure that i maintain my routines when we are on holiday. Typically when abroad for any length of time we self-cater. Our return home is much smoother and my service level is much more consistent if i continue my domestic cleaning routine when we are on holiday. This was not always the case but then my performance would drop and i would have to work to re-establish 'normality' when we returned. It is better for me and for Owner if it is expected that i maintain my routines wherever we are.

Rituals are another, and for us more recent, routine. Owner likes to go for an early morning walk around the local park every morning before work. She does this alone. i got into the routine of greeting Her naked in a kneeling position on Her return then bending down and kissing each of Her feet and handing over my mobile phone to Her. We have both come to really love this little devotional routine. As soon as i hear Her key in the door i am naked and on my knees awaiting Her welcome entrance. Owner will often lightly spank me with my phone after i have handed it to Her. It feels an appropriate way to welcome Her back to Her home and display my devotion and submission to Her.

Learning and study are further examples of routines. i do at least 15 minutes of Spanish a day, every day at Owners request. i also do morning stretches and exercises.

After i have washed up and cleaned in the evening Owner loves to have Her head scratched so i stand behind where She is reclining on the sofa and scratch Her scalp whilst She calls Her parents or checks Her phone. This is also the time of the day when i hand over my mobile again to Owner for safe keeping and to stop me from becoming distracted by it.

Last, there is the 'permission to speak' lanyard that Owner  made for me and which is worn around my neck at all times when we are at home. If i wish to speak to Her i must stand before Her and hold-up the lanyard to indicate i wish to say something and wait for Her to indicate that i may speak to Her. It's usage has become a daily part of my life.

Not everything is about routine though. i also get set tasks to complete each week. One of the tasks i was given this week was to stand naked, wearing a pair of Owners used panties over my head so as to inhale the scent of Her crotch, with my nipples clamped using the vicious metal clover clamps with their metal teeth. i had to remain like that for 30 minutes whilst watching TV with Her. i did it standing in front of the lounge window. The net curtains mostly hid me from view from the many passers by going about their business but their was a gap through which i could see people and, if they looked up, they would have seen me. i loved being displayed like that and would love to have to stand there with the net curtains and blinds fully open.

me and my belly on display - i am now on a much needed diet!

Meanwhile, London is once again experiencing a heatwave. Owner hates the hot weather and so She is just in survival mode until it cools down a little. As for me, well it is all the more reason to keep wearing my absolute favourite little skirt. Never mind my window display our neighbours also get to see me (and my knickers) dressed like this when i take the rubbish out or take delivery of the post of groceries etc.

i love this skirt - it is almost the perfect length

Greeting Ritual, Clamps and Gags

First thing every morning, come rain or shine, Owner likes to go for a walk in our local park. She likes to do this on Her own, it is Her moment to mentally set Herself for the day ahead. We now have an established little ritual for how i greet Her on Her return. i kneel at the top of the stairs that lead into our flat and give Her a little wave greeting as She comes in then prostrate myself and kiss each of Her feet.

Both of us feel it is an appropriate way for me, as Owners submissive, to greet Her as my Owner. Sometimes in response Owner will lean forward to give me a kiss, other times She just rubs me on my head, as one would when greeting an eager pet. Which i guess is what i am. 

The video below was taken first thing this morning, shortly after 7am, with me still in my nightdress and gown greeting Owner on Her return from Her morning walk.

Whilst Owner comes and goes as She pleases and sees whomsoever She wishes my own place is at home, so far as is practical. i can accompany Owner outside when She so desires and i obviously have to leave the flat for work on occasion (too often for Owners liking and something i am going to try and cut back on next year). i may also go out to run errands for Her e.g. do some shopping, collect Her prescriptions etc. It is expected that i first seek Her permission if i want to visit family etc.

Another time when i am allowed outside unaccompanied by Her that does not involve getting things for Her or doing the shopping is when i am sent out to complete an outdoor challenge or a task. Tuesday this week was one such occasion. Owner instructed that i was to complete a full circuit of our local park whilst wearing weighted nipple clamps. i did it after work and, as you can see, i 'adapted' an old bra so that i could wear just that under my coat but with my nipples poking through holes i had cut in the bra to make it easier to clamp my tits. The clamps in question were the metal clover clamps with serrated 'teeth'. That and the weights that hung suspended from them, stretching my nipples, left that quite lovely and sore. Here you can see the clamps in situ on my return from my walk

And this is me in the park

The week has also, as all weeks do, involved the completion of my chores after work. i had a treat on Monday though when i was told to clean the bathroom whilst gagged and also inhaling the scent of Owners used knickers, which were position with the crotch pressed against my nose. Inhaling Her delicious aroma certainly made cleaning the toilet, sink, shower etc a richly rewarding experience.

Blog Milestone Passed - Over A Thousand Posts & A Bit of Fun

i realised the other day that i missed a bit of a milestone occasion for this humble little blog. Namely that this is post number one thousand and two. i had managed to miss the fact that i had reached the one thousand blog posts milestone. That's a lot of words (and images) of me prattling on about my life as Owners submissive, exhibitionist, slutty wife in a female-led relationship.

My first ever blog post, and the only post not to have first been reviewed and checked by Owner before publishing, was written way, way back in August 2008. Which means this little piece of the bloggersphere has been chugging along for over sixteen years. It is now officially an adult!

In that first ever blog post, which you can read here, i covered a few themes that anyone who has read or followed me over the years will find familiar. Chastity, pain, cooking, public humiliation and forced feminisation - 'forced' until Owner and i both realised that this slut actually loves being feminised. There was not much 'forcing' needed for me to become happily immersed into a world of make-up, bras, knickers etc. i had finally found my true self.

That first foray of mine into the world of blogging attracted the sum total of zero comments at the time and that first post has never been commented on since, despite the passage of time. However, since then a number of people have come across and read my ramblings and some have been kind enough to comment and get in touch. There are people i have connected with through the blog that i consider to be friends, despite never having met, and whose comments and correspondence are always a delight to receive.

Back in 2008 i also, in a later entry, wrote about a trip Owner and i took to Belgium. By complete coincidence we are headed there again at the end of this month, which we are both excited about.

Much has happened in those sixteen years. i have got fatter to start with. Owner and i got married, we moved home, i gained quite a few tattoos and some piercings, discovered i am perhaps even more of an exhibitionist slut than even i realised.  We have both experienced periods of ill health but have been fortunate in being able to have travelled far and wide together and further strengthened and deepened our relationship and our bonds with each other. 

i strive to submit absolutely to Owner (sometimes more successfully than others) and know that true happiness for us both comes from my service to Her and Her domination and control over me.

When i started this blog i hoped it might be useful to others perhaps also exploring the FLR/Femdom lifestyle. In particular, i hoped that by sharing my/our reality of what living a developing 24/7 FLR relationship was like for us i might offer a more realistic and attainable view of such relationships than the more typical (male) fantasy depictions one encounters online. Depictions which i doubt bear little resemblance to (m)any couples lived daily reality. i have always sought to give an honest and open account of my life with Owner, the ups and the downs and, in doing so, hope this little blog may have helped others realise that there is nothing odd or weird about recognising you want nothing more in life than to submit to the person you love and adore. Neither is there anything weird either in wanting to dominate and control (in a consensual manner) the submissive in your life.

Of course, over the sixteen years i have come to realise many other things about myself. i enjoy being locked in chastity, love to be told what to do. i get a lot of satisfaction from cooking and housework. i love to wear make-up with a pretty pair of knickers, bra and clothes. i adore worshipping Owners backside and consuming Her pee. i am an exhibitionist and i am also a slut and derive great pleasure and satisfaction at the thought of being regarded as such by others. i have learnt to tolerate pain (mostly) and am delighted to have been permanently inked many times with reminders of my submission to Owner. i love the inner peace and intimate exposure that comes from being periodically caged and restrained  - well that is until my legs fall asleep! i adore performing for Owner and cuddling up to Her. i have a thing about gigantic cocks and love the taste of cum but have no real desire to be allowed to orgasm myself. i am sexually happiest when kept denied. i love to pose and preen for Owner and serve as Her muse and have got a little better and more confident at doing so over the years. 

i welcome the fact that my salary is not my own and that Owner, not i, is the one who buys clothes for me and decides what i might do or not do. The more controlled i am by Owner and the more authority She exercises over me the happier i have become. Never did i imagine i might enjoy being beaten by Her but i do. i love being the one She comes home to, greeting Her by prostrating myself and kissing each of Her feet in greeting. i love carrying Her things, doing Her hair, Her nails and giving Her massages. i love Her body and Her brain and the fact that i get to spend my life in Her company.

Looking back over the lifetime of this blog, and back further still over all the years Owner and i have been together, i am struck by just how much we have done and experienced. i could never have dreamt my life might have turned out like this. That i might have got to experience so much with such a wonderful person. It hasn't always been plain sailing. There have been illnesses, good times and darker times, periods when both of us have struggled, times when others things in life have intruded and sometimes taken over. There have been times when i have been far from the person i aspire to be, times when Owner has had to chastise me and pull me up short. Times also when, frankly, there hasn't felt or been much to blog about.

Hopefully, there will, however, be many, many more blog posts to come.

Finally, to all who read and comment on this little corner of the internet. Thank you. Your comments, our interaction, means a lot to me. Thank you for taking the time. i always love hearing from you.

Meanwhile, back to the here and now. This morning, just before lunch, saw me stood in the corner by the window, naked with my nipples clamped with the clover clamps with metal teeth and sniffing Owners used panties for 30 minutes. 

As any self-respecting slut should i confess to having been quite excited at having stood naked in the window looking at the neighbouring houses opposite and the people passing by in the street.

Then, after lunch i did a couple of little 'performances' that Owner had requested of me. The first is my re-imagining of the Barbara Stanwyck grocery store scene from  Double Indemnity

You can quite literally hear  Owner almost crying with laughter at my performance.

This was swiftly followed by my own version of the Sophia Loren strip-tease in the Italian 60s film Ieri Oggi Domani 

So yes, life with Owner continues to be as fun as it has always been

Brought to Heel

Owner loves to zap me and give me electric shocks. It is not something that i am a huge fan of but She derives such obvious sadistic pleasure when electrocuting me that observing Her doing so gladdens my twisted submissive heart. i love being Her plaything, even if being so involves suffering on my part.

Accordingly, when thinking of what to get Her for our anniversary last month i latched upon the idea of a remote control electro-shock device that could be affixed around my clit and which would enable Her to zap me, Her wife, in my most sensitive bits whenever the mood took Her whatever i might be doing at the time. Essentially, a dog training collar for Her human pet....me.

Anyway, long story short, the first device ordered was a total disaster. It was a 'Master series Cock Shock CBT electro cock ring' and my strong advice to anyone reading this is don't waste your money with one. Neither the original nor the replacement we were sent worked. The transmitter did not pair with the receiver and the transmitter was clearly also a cheap plastic thing. The only positive was the customer service at Sinful, the company whom i had ordered the device through. They were great. They replaced the original device no questions asked and when that proved to be equally useless they instantly refunded the money.

i was, however, determined to try again. i found another device online which looked good but which retailed for a suspiciously (or so i thought) low cost. It was an Electric Stimulation Electric Shock Penis Ring ordered from Wish. After the previous experience i confess i was a bit skeptical as to whether this device would be any better and, coming direct from China, how long it might take to arrive.

My skepticism was proven wrong on both counts, it arrived promptly and worked perfectly. This is what the device looks like

Electric shock device and control unit

The build quality is much better than the Master Series device, plus both the transmitter and receiver are fully rechargeable. The device comes with a neck collar but i used the smaller velcro collar the Master Series device came with to attach it to my clit. It attaches snugly around the base of my clit with the twin electrodes pressed firm against my labia/plums. They are activated by remote control from the transmitter. The shock device can be worn with my chastity cage as well as without, ensuring that my clit can be zapped irrespective of whether i am caged or not. 

The device has a number of different settings all of which are adjustable from the control unit. It has a shock setting that starts at 1 and goes up to 100 (i am such a woos that even level 1 can bring me to my knees). It also has a vibrate mode and a flashing mode. It has a claimed range of 300m and Owner has tested it and found that She can zap me wherever i am in the flat when i am wearing it. In short, it has the potential to be the perfect device for Her to unleash Her sadistic and playful side on me.

Owner has already had great fun bringing me, quite literally to my knees by electrocuting me in my most sensitive of areas. There were a few times yesterday when, one minute i was doing some housework and the next i was doubled over or on the floor. She also playfully alternates between the vibrate and shock mode and will stand next to me, device in hand, finger on the control causing me to flinch simply in anticipation of what might be to come.

i suggested that the vibration mode could become a means for Her to summons me if She wants something from me whilst the shock mode, aside from offering Her hours of amusement, could also be used for an instant and memorable punishment if i displease Her. The device will now be worn by me at all times when i am at home and i need to learn the habit of ensuring that the control unit is always close to Owner should She need to use it. i also need to make sure both the transmitter and receiver are kept fully-charged.

We are both very pleased with the new device. Owner has the perfect tool to torment, punish or summons me whenever She so wishes whilst i get to live with another constant reminder of Her control over me and my submission to Her. In the same way that i love being in chastity because of the constant reminder it provides me of Owners control of me so wearing this device ensures She always has a way of enforcing Her domination, if needed. It also plays to Her sadistic side. 

One of the things that i have observed, and which i cherish, about our relationship is the fact that as She has grown in authority Owner is no longer averse to inflicting pain on me. Quite the opposite, She enjoys doing so. Now She has a means of doing so at home whenever She feels like it and She has already demonstrated on multiple occasions over the past 24 hours that She loves to do so, just for fun.

In other news, Owner took me out for drinks with Her after work on Friday. We both had a lovely evening and there were plenty of other people in the bar for us to gossip and chat about. Then yesterday, after completing my household chores i was sent to a cafe that is about a ten minute walk from us to go and get a coffee for Owner (She really likes the coffee they make) and one for myself. However, i was despatched with some specific additional requirements a) my nipples were to be clamped and b) my pussy plugged.

The cafe is about a ten minute walk away and on route there was a nearby quiet spot that afforded an opportunity for a couple of quick photos to show what i was 'wearing'

lifting my top and bra to flash my clamped tits

plug in place

It made for a memorable coffee run.

Later today, in addition to my studies and housework i also have a spanking and corner time to look forward to. Life is good and i can think of nothing i would rather do than submit myself completely to my wonderful Owner. i truly am a lucky slut.

Bad Boy

So, earlier this week i did a bad thing for which i am rightly being punished by Owner. On Tuesday, with Owner's permission, i met up with my mother for dinner (no meeting my mother was not the bad thing!) i had submitted a written request to Owner to be able to go out for dinner with my mother, Owner requires me to ask for permission in writing whenever i want to go out unaccompanied by Her. In my written request, which She had approved, i explicitly wrote that i would not have an alcoholic drink whilst i was out, but then i did. Specifically, i had a gin and tonic.

On returning home Owner immediately detected the smell of alcohol on my breath, She has an amazingly acute sense of smell, and was rightly extremely upset with me. Not only do i always need Her prior permission before having an alcoholic drink i had even explicitly said that i would not have one. Only to then then drink one. Owner announced that i could expect to be punished. i spent the next few days feeling very bad about what i had done and sweating, waiting for news of my punishment. Today, Saturday, i found out .

Any reader thinking my punishment might involve me being caned or spanked etc does not know the mind of my Owner. She knows that to be truly effective a punishment should deprive me of something very important to me. In this instance, aware how much my expressing my femininity has become a core part of me, that is what She targeted as my punishment. From Midday Saturday until Midnight on Tuesday i am back in full 'boy' mode. i am banned from wearing make-up of any kind, not allowed to wear a bra or pretty panties or dress en fem, neither am i permitted to shave. These are things i have grown accustomed to doing daily. They have become a part of who i am. i do not feel i am me without them so to be deprived of them for three whole days will be hard, but deserved.

me in 'boy' mode

 i know what i did was very, very wrong and i am truly, truly sorry but also grateful to my Owner for caring enough to punish me for my misbehavior. Thank you Owner.

Away from my punishment the week passed quickly. Returning to work after a fortnight's break was a bit of a shock to the system, especially as i ended-up having to go into the office three days in a row, no working from home all week from me. Still, one evening Owner did have me prepare dinner for Her naked save for wearing my large metal fur-tailed butt-plug and vicious spiked nipple clamps (see below)

cooking whilst naked, clamped and stuffed

My nipples were quite sensitive when i was eventually able to remove the clamps which are quite nasty. You do get used to the pain a few minutes after attaching them....until you remove them that is. Below is a picture of my spiked clover nipple clamps.

a reminder of how nice and nasty these clamps are

This morning, despite the fact that i was about to learn of my punishment, Owner also gifted me a delicious glass of Her piss to consume after breakfast. Which was lovely.

n.b. my punishment had yet to start, hence still in my nightie

So i am typing this in full boy mode and feeling rightly ashamed of what i did earlier this week. It really was not the return from holiday that Owner deserved.

Despite my earlier misbehavior we were both greatly cheered, however, by the news yesterday when not only did our former Prime Minister, Boris Johnson resign in disgrace as an MP but Donald Trump was also formally indicted and faces the real possibility of ending up in jail. Good riddance to them both i hope.

Birthday Countdown Tests, Challenges and Tribulations

Some of you may have wondered why i have not been posting like the over-excitable pet i am this week about my birthday countdown, well the answer is that i have been ill...again. i spent much of last weekend in bed, then returned to work Monday (the day the countdown began) but may have been a bit over-optimistic as to whether or not i was fully recovered or not as i started to then feel unwell ungain, ending up taking more time off sick. Note to self, when ill you are ill and don't try pretend otherwise.

Anyway, a consequence of my less than 100% state has been that i got behind with some of my countdown tasks. Whilst Owner likes to give me uncomfortable things to do and greatly enjoys beating me, when i am ill She insists i take things easy and generally looks after me. Countdowns, punishments etc can wait until i am feeling better.

So it was not until last night that i was feeling up to completing an overdue countdown task, and it was a painful one. However, i am delighted to report that i completed it successfully. The task required me being placed in my cage for 30 minutes, gagged and chained up. However, i was also instructed to wear an 30 mini pegs on my caged clit for the duration of the 30 minutes and to have my teats clamped - that in addition to having the heavy metal chain suspended from them on hooks as is always the case when i am caged.

i confess that i drooled a lot as i knelt there, waiting for the thirty minutes to elapse. My heavily clamped caged clit also became increasingly uncomfortable as the minutes counted down, not least because my knees are quite spread apart when i am caged (so that i fit under the desk) with my clit brushing against the floor. Normally this makes no difference but with so many pegs attached to my bits each time i shifted position some of them caught on my mat, tugging at my 'labia'.

Despite that when the 30 minutes was up i felt a bit conflicted as i knew the worst was still to come, removing the pegs. This is by far the most uncomfortable part of the process. Anyway, i successfully completed my task and was rewarded with my countdown present - a beautiful jewellery box which i am thrilled with.

In my cage with my locked clit clamped

counting down the minutes in my cage

the beautiful jewellery box i was given in return as a countdown present

Meantime, today i have been set a slightly different countdown task in that i have already been given the present, a beautiful pair of stockings with matching suspender belt. My instruction was to then wear these outside with a skirt. Here are some pictures of me modelling my new stockings and suspenders in our street. 

 

yes, it's bin collection day

gratuitous upskirt shot

It was quite a windy day and my phone kept getting blown over, despite its stand, when i was taking them. A number of people noticed what i was doing and stared at me as they were walking, but i am happy to say i simply ignored them and carried on posing like the little slut i am. The pictures do, however, seem a little tame so maybe i am still not fully recovered from my earlier illness after all.

Another of the tasks that i was set, which got delayed as a result of my illness, in return for another present was to be whipped 200 times with the short red whip i bought as a gift for Owner last year. i got it so that Owner has a whip She can easily take with Her on our travels. The whipping was combined with a weekly task of standing for 30 minutes with my hands over my head and sniffing a pair of Owners' used panties It is pretty effective. This is the outcome of the whipping i received from Her

me with a red bottom - Owners' used panties still on head

In return, i was presented with these lovely earrings

Now that i am feeling better i am also catching up on some of my usual weekly challenges and tasks that have not yet happened so far this week, like 5 minutes of deep-throat training with Owner's silver dildo.

Owners' 'cock' dripping in saliva

Ready....

Steady....

Go!

i wonder what tomorrow will bring?