A Spontaneous Slut

Like many people i work a lot from home. This was true to an extent before the pandemic but then became normalised during the lockdown. Since then, whilst i do sometimes go into the office or attend face-to-face meetings and events, i try to keep such forays to a minimum. In part, this is because i know Owner prefers me to be at home as Her stay at home wife. 

At home you will pretty much always find me wearing a skirt during the day until i change into a tunic to do my household chores in the evening. At first i was terrified at the thought of being seen wearing such an outfit at home by anyone other than Owner. But that, as they say, was then.

Over the years many, many different service engineers, builders, electricians, decorators, delivery people etc have seen me dressed in what has become my normal everyday attire whilst i am at home. i have grown quite accustomed to interacting with them whilst fully made up wearing blouses, bras,  stockings and panties (with locked clit) that are quite visible beneath my typically short skirts,as i lead them upstairs into our apartment. What they make of me i don't know. Only one ever asked questioned me directly on the topic of what i was wearing, an electrician who asked if my wife knew - answer, yes of course!

Take today for example. We had a decorator due in. i was working home alone, Owner was in Her office. When he arrived i greeted him, ushered him into the flat, offered to make him a tea (so very English) and chatted for a bit with him all whilst wearing make-up, panties and bra, shortish skirt, hold-ups, blouse and a pair of flats - oh and with my hair tied up in a ponytail. This is pretty normal now for me

in our kitchen dressed in my usual attire

decorator painting in doorway behind me

As i say, this has become quite normal for me.

However, earlier in the week Owner instructed me to wear a corset under my work blouse with no skirt underneath. This was on another day when She was at Her office and i was working from home. You can see what i was wearing in the picture below, taken just after i had showered:

showing off my green corset

It was also a day when i knew we were expecting to receive at least two separate parcel deliveries during the day. Accordingly, i messaged Owner asking Her whether i should put a skirt on to receive the packages when they were delivered or to keep it? Her response came in the form of a gif which read, and i quote, "You're fine being a spontaneous slut". 

So a spontaneous slut i was. i answered the door wearing just my stockings, corset, bra, blouse and panties...oh and my pink chastity cage of course...but minus a skirt. i think the UPS man had a bit of a surprise when he saw me! i took immediately after taking delivery of the parcel

dressed as i was when i answered the door

i think it is fair to say that i was somewhat sluttily attired :)

Incidentally, a charity collector also rang the doorbell later in the day just when i was expecting the second parcel to arrive. They were also greeted by the sight of little 'ol me in the same outfit, or lack of! Maybe it will put off such annoying cold callers.

So the moral of the story is (aside from the fact that clearly i have none) that not only have i  grown to become comfortable wearing short skirts around strangers, but appearing half-dressed before them is not so terrifying either. Whatever next?

Office Slut

Owner recently bought me some new blouses, a blazer and some shoes to wear for work as some of my current outfits are, well let's just say that they have seen better days. The blouses arrived today and i was quick to try them on. Being the fashion aficionado that i am (cue hysterical laughter) i am obviously aware of the current celebrity trend for suits without trousers/skirts, such as that modeled by Sydney Sweeney. Mind you, fashion is simply catching up with the lovely Vanessa Chaland who has been parading without pants for years, just not in a suit.

But back to my new outfits. Not wanting to be thought 'so last year' i chose to model my new jacket and blouses wearing just those, lingerie and stockings....oh and a pair of stripper heels. After all, a slut needs her heels, right? Anyway, you can see the resulting ensemble below (and yes i realise the blouses need ironing, i had literally just unwrapped them)

So what do you think? Fit for work?

It is actually that rather tedious time of year at work when i need to try and think up some more developmental goals for the year ahead. Maybe i should aim for 'advanced exhibitionist' or 'super slut' or something similarly aspirational and motivational? i wonder what HR would think?

What i do know is what Owner thinks of my office slut attire as i sent Her the pictures immediately after taking them (She is out tonight with friends). Her response was short and straight to the point, 'What a tart'. Yep, that's Her wife to a tee.

Of course, dressing up/down is not the only thing this slut likes to do at the office, she also loves to have Her mouth full, a bit like this

Yes, this was me between meetings all day earlier this week. My blouse got quite wet with drool. The only difference being that i removed my choker and gag during calls, but i did keep the blouse unbuttoned. i am trying to get less self-conscious about exposing a bit of flesh as a matter of routine. Women do it all the time without anyone thinking it odd or strange but i still feel quite self-conscious whenever i do. i guess one day that will pass.

Until the next time...

Proud to be Owner's Submissive Slut Wife

One of the things that i hope comes across in this blog is how happy i am to be owned by Owner and how equally how happy i have become in my own skin . Owner is a wonderful and extremely talented woman who excels in everything She puts Her mind to. Intelligent and creative as well as beautiful i can not envisage a life without Her. Indeed, i struggle to even recall or imagine the person i was and the life i used to live before we met.

Our life together has transformed me for the better. Through Owner i have been able to find and connect with the real me and realise who i truly am. She has guided me, encouraged me and helped me to grow into the person i have become. In my early fifties i feel happier, more self-confident and at one with myself than i have ever done in my life.

It was with Owner's guidance, encouragement and training that i have been able to embrace the real me, the feminine, submissive, slutty, exhibitionist self that i am. She taught me to obey and to serve Her. She liberated me by taking control of all aspects of my life. In doing so She helped me to become a better person than i was. She continues to train, coach, challenge, chastise and discipline me to help me become the best i can for Her, and for me.

She has given me the confidence, not simply to be me, but to be seen to be the real me. i am comfortable in my skin and not embarrassed to be seen as i really am. Take today for example. We had some workmen in all day doing electrical works. i was working from home and dressed as i always am on such days. i chatted with and discussed things with the two electricians, made them cups of tea, looking like this.

me today

In addition, i have also now spoken at two live conferences this past fortnight (with real audiences in front of me), not just zoom or similar such events. Again, on both occasions i had my make-up on, and a smart blouse with padded bra. The only difference in how i looked from the above picture being that i was not wearing my pink bell collar (it came off just beforehand) and i wore trousers over my knickers and chastity device instead of a skirt. Before and after i presented i mingled and chatted with the delegates who were nearly all suited and booted. One or two gave me a slight 'look' but none reacted negatively to the feminised speaker amongst them.

A year or two ago i would have toned it down. Worn a little less makeup and swapped out the padded bra for an unpadded one. Now i am proud to be who i am and be seen for who i am. i am proud when, in restaurants, Owner orders my food for me,  proud to have to check with Her and obtain Her permission before agreeing anything, proud to be disciplined by Her, proud to have been permanently inked with symbols of Her control over and ownership of me, proud to show the world what an exhibitionist slut i am, proud to be Her wife. i am a submissive, sissy slut and i am proud to be seen as such.

Most of all, however, i am grateful. Grateful to have an owner who is as loving, understanding, caring and creative as She is. i am a truly lucky and happy submissive slut.

Why i Wear What i Do

In a comment on one of my recent blog articles Evy asked:

Do you always wear fem clothes including underwear?
And what is for you the reason to wear them.

They are good questions which i seek to answer below.

Taking the first question, do i always wear fem clothes including underwear? The answer is that 99% of the time, yes i always wear fem clothes and 100% of the time i always wear fem underwear. Any clothes that i am permitted to purchase (and i am not allowed to purchase anything not agreed to by Her) or which Owner buys for me are always feminine clothes, without exception. What that means in practice is that all my clothes are always purchased from women's stores or from the women's section of a store i.e. my jeans, blouses, work blazers, shoes, coats, etc, etc are all women's. All of my old 'male' clothes were gradually discarded. The only male items of clothing i possess are some t-shirts and a couple of long-sleeve tops which only ever get worn when we visit Owners' family in Spain. They are not worn on any other occasion. Everything i wear at work or when visiting my own family or seeing friends etc is a women's item of clothing. 

None of my underwear is male. i did for a while retain one pair of boxer shorts for use when going to the doctor but even that has now been discarded. Not all of my knickers are sexy lacy affairs, some are quite plain and perfectly OK to wear for a medical exam. i normally always wear a padded bra at home and when Owner and i are going out at the weekend. At work i wear non-padded ones except if i am wearing one of my short-sleeve blouses which is slightly sheer. My ambition is to wear padded bras to work too.

So normal is it for me to wear women's clothing that i know exactly what sizes i am for which items. If interested i am wear UK size 8 shoes, wear UK size 10 /12 trousers, UK size 10 knickers, UK size 12/14 tops and wear size 38AA bras.

So, why do i wear women's clothing? When Owner first met me i did not - in fact She used to take the piss out of me for having such a drab boring wardrobe (think browns and grey) and that i only possessed about two pairs of shoes. Clothes were of no real interest to me and didn't bring me any particular pleasure. Before i knew Her i would sometimes wear women's knickers in secret but only occasionally. As a teenager i had dressed in my mum's clothes (with her knowledge) once or twice for fancy dress parties but that was that. In short it wasn't that Owner had met an active cross-dresser when She and i first met.

So what happened? Not long after we started dating i confessed in writing to Owner my desire to submit to Her and, to my eternal delight, She agreed. Neither of us had much idea what this might mean in practice and so we spent a lot of time trying different ideas and seeking others advice. One such person was a wonderful woman called Mistress 160 who was an active blogger at the time (and with whom we are still in touch yet have still never met - she lives on a different continent to us). Anyway, Mistress 160 was quite active on a fetish site Owner and i joined and she ran a forced feminisation group. Knowing by then that i did occasionally wear lingerie in secret Owner thought that this could be a good group for us to join. Over a period of time some outfits were purchased for me to be 'forced' to wear and her photograph and send to the group.

Unbeknownst to us both at the time, however, was that we had stumbled across and tapped straight into a deep-seated but essentially hidden (including to myself) desire on my part to be feminised. The clues were there but even so even i was surprised how quickly the change from 'forced' to 'willing' feminisation occurred. i was really shy and often quite embarrassed at first and would be pushed to do things, such as walk around Trafalgar Square wearing a basque or walk across Waterloo Bridge in heels. However, my initial fears soon subsided and being en femme started to become more and more normal. i began to wear bras and make-up and even started to go en femme to work. i realised two things very quickly.

First, for the first time in my life i liked what i looked like. These days i literally don't go out without make-up on and if for some reason i am not wearing any as far as i am concerned i no longer look like me and i don't like what i see. Equally, i love wearing women's clothing and though that more often involves tight jeans than skirts i love opportunities to wear the latter. i still get butterflies wearing skirts in public but if instructed to do so i do without hesitation. i really like how i look when dressed en femme and though i realise that sounds a very vain thing to say it is the truth. i never used to like what i looked like so now actually liking how i looked was quite novel for me.

The second revelation was discovering that the sky did not fall in if i dressed en femme. Living in London (or any liberal city) probably helps but i have worm make-up and women's clothes in many parts of Europe and Canada and the USA now and have never once had any issues. i obviously get the odd glance but it is rare that anyone will ever say anything. Nobody says anything at work nor has it affected my ability to present at conferences or workshops etc. i wear make-up, a blazer, blouse, bra, knickers and trousers and a pair of women's brogues and nobody either a) notices or b) cares.

In the early days Owner used my newly discovered enthusiasm for all things feminise against me as a form of punishment when required. She would deny me permission to wear certain items, force me to throw some it away for bad behaviour or prevent me from wearing make-up for a fixed period. These were hard but effective lessons.

Today my feminisation is an integral part of who i am. i don't think i could ever go back to how i was before and would not  willingly want to. For Her part Owner has been incredible. She met a vanilla man and ended up, quite literally, marrying a wife. At our wedding in Vegas i wore a pink dress with matching heels She had chosen for me and She wore a dark blue trouser suit with a blouse and bow tie.

Owner, however, is the ultimate arbiter of how far my feminisation goes. She decides what clothes i am permitted to buy and decides what might be appropriate for me to wear or not. She has grown accustomed to seeing me in make-up and women's clothes and regularly comments and compliments me on looking 'pretty'. However, Owner does not find the female body physically attractive nor does She like feminine smells and so would not permit me to ever physically alter my appearance (develop breasts for example) or wear perfume. i confess to fantasising about such things but fantasies they will remain. But i am incredibly lucky and fortunate to have met someone who has been so supportive of and embraced what was a rather unexpected journey on my part. i for one have never been happier than i am as a person now and love Owner even more for helping me reach such a point.

So there you have it, that is why i dress as i do. i adore it and Owner allows and encourages it.
 
i leave you with a picture of my 'dress down Friday home working outfit' taken today