Sore Nips & A Warm Dip

As time passes it looks increasingly unlikely that we will get our old blog back. It’s depressing and the thought of all those years of content just disappearing in an instant does make me sad. But, we will continue, of that I am sure. A new blog will rise, phoenix-like from the ashes of the old. Until that time, life for Owner and I continues as normal.

Having already completed a walk around the park with my pussy plugged and my nipples clamped Owner set me a new task, again one that involved a plug and tit clamps. This time I was instructed to cook wearing the furry butt plug and with my still sensitive nipples (from the park clamps) once again clamped in the vicious metal clamps with teeth whilst i prepared dinner.

The food was not the only thing that was served hot and moist! My pussy was warm and wet by the time the plug came out and my nipples were on F.I.R.E. from the metal teeth of the clamps. They were still sensitive to the touch 48 hours later!

The week was then rounded off with a requirement to spend my working day on Friday wearing a mouth gag when not in meetings. I was a bit of a drolling mess at times. But I do enjoy being made to drool 😊

At the weekend I booked myself and Owner into a hotel as part of my early birthday present to Owner. It is one we have stayed at before called the Bermondsey Square Hotel and it has a room with a terrace hot tub with views  over towards central London. No sooner had we checked in than we were in the tub, Owner in Her swimsuit and me in my pink bikini. As you can see I appeared to have trouble keeping my bikini bottoms on!

Oops - i appear to have 'lost' my bikini bottoms

In the evening i took Owner out for a delicious Thai meal. Owner allowed me to order a panang curry with a Thai lemondade and a desert. I felt bad though during our stay as for some reason I felt really tired most of the time and so was of only limited company to Owner.

Part of the reason for the tiredness, something we are both experiencing, is that our holiday is now just under five days away. Owner and I always feel tired and somewhat apathetic when we are on the cusp of our holidays. I think our bodies shut down preemptively. However, before the holiday there is the small matter of Owners actual birthday. This will be the subject of my next post.

No Blog - Still A Slut

 

It is now almost a week since the blog first got taken down. The other day I noticed it no longer said the blog was ‘under review’ and instead had changed to saying that it had been taken down for violating Bloggers policies. It no longer specifically referred to the policy of ‘Violence and gore’ which it had previously. Again, it gave the option of appealing, which I did. We shall see. However, I am increasingly pessimistic about the chance of a happy outcome. It looks like we will have to start again from scratch with 17 years of content lost.

Still, I refuse to get too downcast about all this although it has had some effect on my performance as Owners submissive wife. The other day She had to chastise me for failing to have sought permission to speak to Her as required, thus disturbing Her. It has been entered into my punishment log as a misdemeanour on my part and I expect to be punished for it.

In better ‘news’. One of the tasks I was set by Owner this week was to walk a lap of our local park wearing nipple clamps and a butt plug. It was an opportunity for me to also put on my specially ‘adapted’ clothes, ones that I altered for just such a challenge. You can see what I mean in the pictures.

The park was very busy, it was late afterno0on when I visited on a sunny weekday. I had to find somewhere that I could safely take the pictures without, as Owner cautioned, ‘getting arrested’. I think I succeeded, and Owner seemed happy with the images. You can judge for yourself.

On the way home I saw that our next-door neighbour was out in her garden and I wouldn’t be able to simply walk past and ignore her. By this point the metal teeth of the clamps had been ‘tenderising’ my tits for over 30 minutes and they were quite sore. The heavy metal plug was also still buried in my pussy. As I spoke to our neighbour I kept worrying lest the plug suddenly dropped from my loose hole and fell to the pavement, something that I had also been worrying about throughout my time in the park. Luckily no such mishap occurred and, brief chat over, I returned to the safety and sanctuary of Owners’ home. Task accomplished.

A Quiet Week

It has been a relatively quiet week in Owners' house. i have been getting on with my chores and tasks and have spent the week mostly indoors. The exception was a brief foray out to the shop and to get a coffee for Owner and, on Wednesday, to accompany Owner to and from the local train station carrying Her bag for Her as She had an out of town work meeting to attend.

Spending the week working from home did give me an opportunity to wear my new little skirt which has fast become a firm favourite of mine. It barely covers my knickers and shows off my stocking tops and butt cheeks. It's the perfect length for a wanton little slut like me to wiggle about in. On a number of occasions Owner sidled up behind me and groped my buttocks whilst i was wearing it. This had the immediate affect of causing me to spread my legs apart for Her. 

Some strangers also got to see me wearing my little skirt during the week. Twice our front doorbell rang and i answered it wearing my bra, blouse, new skirt, suspenders and stockings and on another occasion i was wearing the same combination when i took the rubbish outside.

My new skirt is the perfect length for a slut like me, it only just covers my bottom

However, it has not just been a case of me spending the week wandering about in short skirts! 

On Monday, after work, i spent 30 minutes stood naked, save for the stockings i was wearing, hands on my head in front of our lounge window with a pair of Owners' used panties on my head and with my nipples clamped. The panties were positioned with the gusset under my nose, so i inhaled Owners' wonderful aroma, and the clover clamps were the vicious ones with serrated metal teeth that really bite into my teets. 

Outside dusk was falling, the window blinds were open and the lounge light was on so the silhouette of me stood naked, hands on head etc was probably quite visible from the street outside through the net curtains. i felt quite exposed as the minutes ticked by until Owners alarm indicated half an hour had passed and i was able to return to my duties.

Friday saw a double bill. First, i was instructed to attach the piss funnel gag to my mouth and sit in the shower cubicle whereupon Owner relieved Herself into the funnel, quickly filling my gagged mouth with Her warm, fresh, wonderful piss. It was not easy to swallow and gulp down the amber nectar as fast as it was being squirted into the gag and before long my chin, neck and chest became soaked with urine as it spilt from my mouth and the gag. In the end, however, i was able to gulp it all down, tipping my head backwards to knock the last mouthful back down my throat.

human toilet

Having soaked me and quenched my thirst Owner then electrocuted me. She first secured me to the bed, to ensure that my arms and legs did not thrash about, then electrocuted my clit, my nipples, my pussy and my swollen labia using a combination of the electro clit torture device, the tazapper and the electric clamps.

The collection of electric shock devices Owner used

Arms and legs (out of shot) secured

Owner really enjoys electrocuting me. These regular Friday electrocution nights have fast become a favourite of Hers in lieu of Her being able to cane, beat, paddle, whip or flog me because of the issues She continues to have with Her frozen shoulder. It is really causing Her a lot of discomfort and sleepless nights. Hopefully it will soon start to unlock as it is horrible seeing Her suffer and there being little i can do to help beyond provide Her with regular shoulder massages. i know She also wants to be able to electrocute and beat me again as soon as She is able to. It will be wonderful when She is able to once again release some of the stress and tension from Her week by tenderising my buttocks and the backs of my thighs, as well as electro-shocking me. This also helps me to increase my tolerance for pain and discomfort, something that is important to Her and which She expects of me. 

Anyway, back to yesterday evening. When Owner was done electrocuting me i was untied and then left to get on with preparing dinner. After this was served i cleared, washed and put away the dishes then set about my usual Friday evening chore of cleaning the kitchen and sweeping and mopping the kitchen floor. i then returned to Owner, gave Her a head scratch before being invited to join Her on the sofa to watch TV together. It rounded off a quiet but wonderful week.

Scary Movies and a Stripey Bottom

Owner is a big fan of horror movies. She apparently watched Her first one as a child and has been enjoying them ever since. i, on the other hand, get scared easily, dislike gore and so have avoided them like the plague.

That changed this week. Owner has tired of watching Her favourite movies alone and so, in league with Her sister, decided to introduce me to the world of the slasher movie. Over the past couple of days we have watched all three of the Fear Street trilogy on Netflix as well as the first of the Scream franchise. i managed to survive them all and only had to look away a few times. i am still a bit of a scaredy cat but i am no longer a slasher virgin.

In other news, i have fully settled back into my usual routine after the disruption of the builders etc. Owner has even resumed caning me, not once but twice - first yesterday and again today - to help me get used to being beaten again on a regular basis again. She usually canes, paddles or whips me once a week but this weekend was the first such beating i have received in about two months. 

These are not punishment beatings meted out because of something i have done wrong. Owner is much more likely to give me an intense verbal dressing down, or take away from me something that She knows i like or enjoy, if She feels the need to discipline me. No, the canings and beatings are reminders that She is in charge and that She can make me suffer whenever She so desires. Owner has worked hard over the past few years especially to increase my pain threshold.

Despite my own discomfort i was pleased Owner finally got the chance to strike me again. Being on the receiving end of these beatings is quite an intense experience for obvious reasons. However, i know it is an important one as they serve as physical reminders of my submission to Her and Her domination of me. It is something that has become an important ritual for us both.

At first, i really did not like the pain. Owner never had a problem inflicting it but it was something  that only happened very occasionally and She had a limited armoury to choose from. Accordingly, She worked to find a way that would enable me to learn how to process and tolerate the pain whilst also enabling Her to enjoy Herself more by striking me harder. She began to beat me more regularly and we invested in more weaponry for Her to use on me, to provide Her with greater variety and help me to learn to tolerate different implements.

Now Owner has a collection of canes, whips, paddles and floggers and She normally puts one of these to good use every week. She devised a system of cards that i draw every sunday that let me know at least a good five or so days in advance what implement i am going to beaten with by Her and how many times She will strike me. Knowing how i am going to be beaten and the number of strokes i will receive adds to the psychological impact as too does the fact that i then have to ask to be beaten and to count out loud each stroke after impact. These beatings provide an opportunity for Owner to indulge in an activity She has come to enjoy more and more as Her dominance over me has grown. They have become an important ritual for us both and it was lovely to be back this weekend in my familiar position, bent over, waiting to feel the first kiss on my cheek

Here was my bottom after Saturday's caning

Saturday's caning

And this was my bottom after being caned again this afternoon

To help 'distract' me from the pain of being caned my nipples were also clamped, on both occasions, by the super-vicious Japanese clover clamps with the metal teeth - they are pretty intense when clamped tight on my tits. You can see how spikey the 'teeth' are in the picture below;

The less good news is that when Owner also tried to use the remote-control electric cock torture device that i had bought for Her we discovered that it does not work. The control unit does not pair with the device. i will try to get it replaced as i am sure it could be quite an effective means for Owner to ensure She gets my full attention when it is fitted.

Yesterday i was also allowed to have a couple of drinks at home with Owner and today She took me out for lunch to a local cafe/deli.

in the cafe

i also completed all my studies, exercises and household chores. In short, it feels like life has finally got back to 'normal'. Oh, and i even did a bit of research for the ballet piece Owner has asked me to perform for Her.

So, it has been an enjoyable weekend. i proved to myself that i am not a complete scaredy cat when it comes to movies, Owner got to inflict a bit of pain on Her wife and we also got to spend some quality movie and outdoor time together. i hope you also had a good weekend.