Special Hydration Drink - Piss

Regular blog readers will know that, when it comes to Owners' pee, i am a big fan. i love to drink it, i even have my own special glass that Owner serves it to me in :)

My special 'piss slut' glass

Luckily for me Owner likes to serve me fresh glasses of Her delicious urine on a regular basis. This was me enjoying such a special treat from Her for breakfast this weekend.

Owner does not only doesn't only serve from the glass. My favourite is when She empties directly into my mouth or onto my prone body - i do love to be pissed upon! It is also fun and exciting when She has me drink Her special wine in public from a transparent water bottle used for just such a person. i mean, to me it is obvious what i am drinking, but to others? Do any passers by recognise what it is too?

i would actually love to have to sit in a pub or restaurant with my own special drink lovingly brewed and prepared by Owner. It is a drink i would happily consume all day.

Amidst this tedious and frustratingly persistent heatwave i know that there is always one drink that reliably reaches the parts other drinks can't reach. It is also loaded with essential electrolytes - who needs expensive sports drinks or supplements when there is Owners' fresh urine to be had. 

Thank you Owner for keeping me wonderfully hydrated and refreshed. 

To paraphrase Oliver Twist, 'Please Owner, can i have some more?' :) 

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]

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.

Home Sweet Home

This afternoon Owner watched a horror movie called Final Destination:Bloodlines. i started to watch it with Her but it quickly got too much for me too handle, i am a bit of a lightweight when it comes to horror movies whereas Owner loves them. Shortly after the movie started, and after despairing of me trying to hide behind Her so that i didn't have to watch what was unfolding on screen,  Owner sent me to the kitchen where She shut me naked into my new dog cage. She then returned to watch Her film in peace.

In my new dog cage in the kitchen whilst Owner enjoyed Her movie in the lounge

i must admit, i love being shut in this new cage and Owner is very happy with it too. It is so easy to assemble and really lightweight. There is something intensely calming and relaxing about being shut in it. This time i was lucky and was not gagged, cuffed and chained. Owner even brought me some snacks at one point, to eat from my usual dog bowl of course.

Snack time

It may sound a weird thing to say but hopefully on days when my chores have all been done and Owner has tired of me or is not desirous of my company i can simply be sent to my new little 'home', out of Her way. It is also light enough to take with us when we travel should Owner ever wish to.

The morning saw me busy with chores, study, exercises, tasks and providing Owner with a massage. After exercising i received a wonderful and refreshing glass of Owners' piss to re-hydrate me which was swiftly downed with relish.

To my delight i also received my first formal review from Owner using the new performance management system She has adapted to use with me and which i wrote about in my last post. Owner wrote that She had noticed a slight improvement in my performance, which She adjudged to have been 'satisfactory'. However, and to my shame, She then went on to highlight a number of areas in which i was clearly failing, such as having not properly dusted the light fittings and doors or finding spots of limescale on the spout of the kitchen and bathroom taps amongst other things. i swiftly rectified these errors and then duly noted them in my punishment book. 

Amongst the feedback provided by Owner was the following, which hopefully shows that i have been making progress in my submission and service to Her. She wrote:

'poppet has become much more proactive in the past few years, which was always one of my goals, they can anticipate my needs and what I would like to do and this is wonderful to see. I would like them to continue being proactive and come up with their own suggestions and not be afraid to share them with me, I may say no, but you never know!'

Today i also had an opportunity, with Her permission, to leave the flat and go and get a coffee for Owner from the cafe in the local park. It was a chance to show-off the 'Wifey' t-shirt, that Owner bought me a while back, to park goers and the people in the cafe. 

i hope everyone is well and is not feeling too bombarded by posts and updates from me of late!

Drool, Piss and an Electro Clit

Owner has been keeping me on my toes this week and setting me some additional little tasks and challenges to complete. These have been in addition to completing my regular daily chores and being punished for some of my misdeamours from the previous week.

The first of these additional challenges was being gagged during the day outside of work meetings i.e. i was allowed to remove my gag when on a Teams or Zoom call but when i wasn't the gag was in place. i actually had a relatively quiet day meetings wise (there are days when i spend all day bouncing from one such meeting to the next) so the gag was in situ much of the day.

This was me with my gag on at the start of the day:

Then here i am, drooling uncontrollably when i took the gag off at the end when the gag came off for the final time that day:

i have to confess, i quite like it when i get made to drool. i can't explain why, i just do.

Today i was given another challenge. Owner sent me out to the park this afternoon with a clear flask She had part-filled after breakfast with Her piss. My instructions were to drink the contents of the flask in the park and then return with a coffee for Owner from the park cafe. Although Her golden nectar was well over six hours old, and so quite stale, it still tasted delicious. 

Here i am in the park, sat in front of the park cafe, consuming Owners' piss:

Part of the punishment i received for last week's punishment book entries was having my clit shocked ten times with the electro shock device that is kept affixed around it. Owner had me lie down in the bed as She administered each shock and i was soon jumping about with each discharge into my bits or wincing in anticipation of the next. Tonight it is the turn of my breasts to be similarly treated and then i will spend tomorrow in 'boy mode' i.e. no make-up and normal clothes and that will see my punishments for the week completed, just in time for my maintenance disciplining!

In short, it is proving a fun but busy week and one that is keeping me on my toes.

A Wonderful Gift

i am extremely lucky in that there are many lovely people who follow this little blog who are kind enough to also leave comments. i genuinely do enjoy reading them all and regularly bring them to the attention of my Owner.

Sometimes a new person leaves a comment that piques my interest or inspires me to want to write about something in particular. One such person is Gr Herman who wanted to know more about my interest in piss, something he also enjoys.

Anyway,  long story short. After a brief correspondence Herman not only created his own delightful blog called Piss Maid in which he describes how his fascination with urine first started and how his wife indulges his interest every Monday.

Well,  it turns out that Herman is quite an artist too. He sent me this wonderful illustration of me in my cage being made to drink Herman's piss as he stands next to me wearing high heels. He wrote that he also imagined Owner watching him piss in my mouth via this funnel and tube before Herself handing me a glass of Her own urine to drink. The artwork he sent me is below (reprinted with his permission)

Owner and i both love the picture. We are currently in Spain visiting Her family but Owner has instructed me to get it printed and framed for Her when we return.

Herman has captured the likeness of me in my cage and the image of me in the act of drinking his piss, as he urinates into a funnel connected to my mouth, is both wonderful and quite thrilling.

What wonderful and talented readers this blog has! Thank you Herman from Owner and i.

A Piss and More Special

In response to a recent blog post a follower called Gr Herman asked a great question. He wrote:

Why do we like to drink piss so much [?]

Herman is also someone who likes to drink urine, albeit in his case he likes to mix his wife's piss with his own semen then drink it hands-free from a bowl on the floor. i can't speak for Herman but i can try to explain why it is that i really love drinking Owner's golden nectar.

My interest/fascination with urine dates back to my very early teens. It was at the age when i was just about able, for the first time, to develop an erection but was still unable to produce semen. Instead, i played with myself until i pissed. i don't know if i am alone in that or if other men experienced any similar such early association between urine and pleasure before they developed the ability to ejaculate? When out fishing (again in my early teens) i would also sometimes deliberately wet myself to enjoy the sensation of warm urine soaking my jeans. i can still picture the damp patch with steam rising from the denim as i stood next to the pond. It was an enjoyable, albeit furtive activity. At about the same age i also discovered my Dad's collection of adult magazines some of which also featured images of women wetting themselves. My interest in piss was set as was the connection in my brain between urine and pleasure.

However, that does not explain the piss-drinking. i am not totally sure when i first developed a passion for drinking Owners' piss. i know that i tasted my own back in my childhood/teenage years out of curiosity. Later on in life i first came across the idea of piss drinking via porn later. However, it wasn't until i met Owner that i first started drinking piss/being pissed upon, and even then not immediately. It is not something i had ever done with anyone else in life.

With Owner it would be a good few years into our relationship before my drinking Her urine became a 'thing' between us. Indeed, it was not until i started writing short stories (which were essentially me writing many of my inner fantasies) in the early twenty teens that Owner got to read about my fantasies about piss. Through sharing drafts of such stories with Her to check She encountered my fascination with urine. It seemed to trigger in Her a realisation that this might be something She could incorporate into Her burgeoning domination of me. Indeed, a brief search back through my blog unearthed this blog post from 2014 when i write about how, after reading a short story i had written, Owner went on to say that:

She might incorporate my love of Her scent into aspects of our lives and routines. Ideas such as having me sniff Her used panties on a regular basis, be made to sit between and Her legs when She returns from work and just sniff Her sex, having Her wet Her panties and them me suck them dry or having to spray my face with a perfume diffuser filled with Her piss before going out.

That blog post dates from about 8 years into our relationship so, as you can see, piss drinking was not something i did from the outset, far from it. Instead it was something that resided initially in my imagination and which Owner then began to incorporate into Her domination of me when She learnt of my fantasy. In other words, my piss drinking started as a fantasy that Owner helped make a reality.

Initially i have to confess that i did not like the taste. It is like when you drink beer for the first time, not always a taste you immediately enjoy.  However, i soon acquired a taste for it.  There is a marked difference between morning piss and evening piss. In the morning Owner's urine is a deep, rich amber with a heady aroma whereas later in the day it is much lighter, almost clear, and almost unscented. i initially preferred the afternoon piss but was typically offered the morning variety by Her to drink. Slowly my taste buds became accustomed to the new beverage. i now much prefer drinking Owner's morning piss and this is typically what i am served.

i am lucky in that i get to consume Owner's piss most weeks. A large glassful has become quite a weekend ritual, typically served to me by Her at breakfast. i really love it and miss not having it on the odd weekends when none is provided. Owner usually serves me Her piss in a large glass goblet that i had custom-made for just such a purpose, it is engraved with the words 'piss slut'.

Sometimes Owner will also fill a glass flask with piss for me to take to the park and drink. In the past She also sprayed me with Her piss using an old perfume bottle. If i am really lucky Owner will serve me piss direct from Her body, squatting over me and pissing down onto my upturned face and into my open mouth - She even bought me a funnel gag for just such moments, so that She could fill the gag with Her offering. She stands above me as i lay between Her legs and swallow Her golden cascade.

Pissing on me and having me consume Her piss is something Owner also enjoys and, as i mentioned, was in many ways something that developed between us at Her initiative. i am not sure i would have ever have directly asked Her to piss on me but writing it down in a story that was clearly as much about my own fantasy gave Owner the idea to incorporate it into Her domination of me. Like an animal marking its territory my consuming Her piss reinforces Owner's control and ownership of me.

Whilst some might see being pissed upon by their partner, or drinking their piss, as a humiliating act i don't see it that way. To me it is an intimate act of love, an affirmation of control and submission. Were complete strangers to piss on me then yes, that would be humiliating, even if enjoyable, as too would be to have to walk amongst strangers/the general public whilst soaked by and smelling of piss. Humiliating but also quite arousing.

Drinking Owner's piss has become a regular ritual. i would love to do so even more frequently than i do, but of course that is out of my hands. i especially love it when Owner stands astride of me and empties Herself over my face and into my mouth. It is a huge submissive high to be pissed on like that, to feel and watch as the golden cascade drenches me, soaking my hair, my cheeks, my chest and fill my mouth. The anticipation when looking up, waiting for the first droplets to fall is wonderful. For Owner it reinforces Her dominant status in relation to me. Pissing on me, Her slut wife, is something She enjoys doing.

So, in summary, what started as a childhood/teenage fascination with piss and an association between piss and pleasure evolved into the regular consumption of Owner's piss and its use as a reinforcement of Her control and my submission. Her urine is something i have come to really, really love the taste of. My craving for Owner's piss has, i think, heightened since i have stopped being allowed to orgasm and so no longer get to consume my own semen as i once did. It is an oral treat that i happily drink whenever it is offered, which is most weeks.

In truth, i would love to be able to consume Owner's urine on an even more regular basis and perhaps also be set more 'extreme' tasks or challenges by Her that incorporate urine. Things such as being urinated on by Her outdoors, consuming Her golden nectar in bars or restaurants, wearing clothing outdoors that is sodden with Her piss or even being pissed on by strangers under Owner's supervision. Another dark fantasy would be to be to have Owner force me to drink litres of liquid and stand, fully dressed but denied use of the bathroom until i could hold out no more and wet myself, or have me do the same in a public place and have to walk home, knickers, shoes and trousers sodden. i have also long fantasised about being used as Owner's human toilet, Her living latrine.

This in turn brings me to another matter - WARNING - some readers may not want to read further as what follows deals with something some may consider repulsive. i refer to faecal matter - or shit. 

In addition to drinking Her piss i love, love, love worshiping and licking out Owner's anus. Her arsehole is actually the only part of Owner's body i am now permitted to penetrate, and then only with my tongue. Owner enjoys bringing Herself off whilst my tongue is probing deep inside Her anus. Inevitably, there is the odd occasion when my twirling tongue chances upon a tasty little nugget. Rather than be repelled my natural reaction is to work it into my mouth and to then swallow it. Why? Well i love the scent and taste of Her anus anyway so why not!

i am not talking here about Owner actually crapping in my mouth, i have no idea how i might react were that ever to happen - which i doubt. What i am referring to is the chance discovery of a small morsel or two of shit when i lick out Her anus. When that does happen i am happy to eat what i consider to be little treats. i am actually quite thrilled when this happens. As it is so rare an occurrence it is a wonderful little tasty surprise when it does.

i confess i have gone further in my head, have occasionally thought and fantasised about Owner defecating directly into my mouth as She would naturally into a toilet. i have written on here in tje past about such fantasies of mine, including this instance back in 2016. However, it is not something that has ever happened and i am doubtful it ever would. But then again, never say never and it is not something that, if it were to happen, would be a hard 'no' from me. As disgusting to some as this may sound i know i probably would consume such an offering were it to ever be served this way. It is, as i wrote back in 2016, an appealing thought the idea of being first smothered beneath Owners anus, lubricating it with my tongue and then having Her defecate straight into my mouth.

So there you have it. You now know things about me that you might never really have wanted to know! But if you have been a regular reader over the years there is nothing in what i have set out that i have not previously said. It is just this is the first time i have talked about drinking Owner's piss or consuming Her shit in such detail in a single article.

My thanks again go to Gr Herman for having prompted this post by posing the question he did. i would love to hear more about his and others experience with regard to this, albeit knowing it won't be to all readers tastes.

If any reader has other questions about this or any other subject please always feel free to flag them in a comment or email me direct about at poppetsubslut@gmail.com 

Thanks for reading. Cheers!

one of multiple examples of me drinking Owner's piss

Human Toilet

WARNING - this post discusses things that may not be to everyone's taste (pun intended). If you do not wish to read about the consumption of human waste products skip to the next post.

One of the things that Owner regularly gifts to me, and which i have come to relish, is Her urine or Her special golden wine. Each weekend starts with me being presented with a full glass of this magical fluid to consume with my breakfast. It is presented to me by Her in a special over-sized wine glass inscribed with the words 'piss slut' for that is what i am. i love drinking Her special gift.

Drinking Owner's urine was not something i immediately enjoyed. Don't get me wrong, i still readily consumed it, but it took me a while to really come to enjoy the taste and flavour. Her piss, especially first thing in the morning when it has been maturing overnight, can be rich and mature, full of flavour and with a heady nose to it. In contrast, when served later in the day her urine is much lighter, almost clear, more diluted and with only the faintest, most ephemeral of tones. Still enjoyable but much less complex than Her early morning offering.

It took me a while to truly acquire a taste for Her overnight vintage (not that it made any difference whether i liked it or not) but now i a truly am a connoisseur of Her richer, darker offerings. Sometimes She will even pour it early, before i have awoken, and leave it to cool for me. Somehow, the flavour and smell is even more intense when served cold compared to when i can feel Her warmth in my hands as i drink Her offering down, the wine of my Goddess.

A real treat is when Owner serves me straight from the source, pissing on me as She stands astride me or squats over my face, directing Her flow straight into my open mouth. i cannot describe what a wonderful experience this is. To be drenched by Her, my mouth filled, hair matted, trying to swallow so that i might consume some more, gasping for air amidst Her deluge. It is a truly, truly wonderful experience and one that leave me in complete awe of Her. To be pissed on is to truly know ones place.

i would love to be allowed to drink Owner's special wine more regularly. Whilst working i always have a a bottle of water at my side to keep me hydrated during the day. How wonderful it would be were that to be full, not of water but, of Owner's piss. For colleagues to then wonder what it was that i was consuming. Or when i am caged to have my gag removed and be presented with a bowl of Her pee to consume before being gagged again.

Owner will sometimes send me to the shops wearing a pair of Her used panties as a face mask or make me walk around the block wearing a pair of Her used knickers on my head. What a thrill it would be were these knickers to be soaked with Her wine. To be able to suck on Her nectar, inhale Her scent in the street, in the shops, would be both wonderful and deeply humiliating.

My interest in piss goes way back to my childhood/early teens. As a young boy i eventually discovered the pleasure that could be had from touching the thing between my legs (as we all one day do). However, at the time i was too young to ejaculate, having not yet gone through puberty, but would instead pee. But that does not explain why i adore drinking Owner's piss or having Her piss on me. Incidentally, She seems to enjoy peeing on me as much as i enjoy being pissed upon.

Of course, it is not just Owner's amber nectar that is special.There is another special bodily treat that i have been lucky enough to sample, albeit unintentionally so. For many years now the only way in which i am permitted to sexually pleasure Owner is by licking Her anus with my tongue. Owner has a most wonderful backside. i could quite happily spend hours with probing and licking Her anus and consider myself to be extremely lucky to be allowed to worship Her so. i love the feel of Her sphincter against my tongue as it brushes against Her puckered entrance, the sensation of my tongue gently pushing into Her, of Her muscles parting as my tongue probes deeper. i adore the sensation of those same muscles quivering and clamping against my tongue when Owner climaxes. i love Her smell, love it when She sits on my face and forces my nose against, even into, Her arsehole. Filling my senses with Her scent and aroma.

i also, and this is something that i could never have imagined i would ever have enjoyed, love Her taste. Occasionally my probing tongue will encounter a small nugget, an edible jewel, to lick, taste, consume and savour. Finding and eating such morsels is a true delight. Like discovering the golden ticket in the chocolate factory. They are quite delicious. i have said to Owner that i would love to be asked to lick Her clean one day after She has been to the toilet. i never have but it is a desire of mine. This is not something i ever could have imagined wanting to do, far less even contemplate as something i might find enjoyable but the idea of being Her human toilet, of cleaning Her anus with my tongue, being fed by Her, consuming Her wonderful offerings really would be the greatest honour and privilege.

So my apologies to anyone who might be offended by this post, i did try to warn at the outset. But this is also a side of me and an aspect of my submission to Owner. This too is something that has evolved over time. i never once could have imagined that one day i would wake-up eager to drink a glass of Owner's delicious urine or be thrilled when i unexpectedly find and consume a morsel of Her faeces. Still less to fantasise and yearn to consume more.

Dirty Dancing

Owner and i enjoyed a wonderful night dancing at the ever excellent Magic Theatre last night. This is by far and away our favourite London club and it is held in a fantastic old art deco ballroom that is only about 2 miles away from where we live. It is a great night of dressing-up fun with people of all persuasions and ages, straight, trans, students and pensioners letting their hair down and their inhibitions go. Here are pictures of the two of us getting ready to depart for the evening;

Owner striking a suitably stern pose

Me looking more gurly - and yes, i am wearing my wedding dress

Owner has a new camera which we are both still getting to grips with so we didn't come away with any really great pictures at the event but the one below does gives a 'somewhat impressionistic' sense of what a gorgeous venue the event is held in, the magical Rivoli Ballroom

Anyway, we both danced our proverbial tits off and had a wonderful night.

Last week i spent three days off sick and, as often seems to happen to me, this made me feel hornier than usual. We have concluded that this may be a seasonal thing as Owner has noted that this often seems to happen at this time of year, namely i have a couple of days when i don;t feel well but do seem to be super horny. i tried to make constructive use of my over-sexed state of mind by channelling my arousal into writing another erotic short story. In truth, the end result was a bit of a dog's dinner. It is over-long and not that coherent and so i do need to re-visit and edit it before publishing. However, one aspect of it seem to have struck a chord with Owner.

In the story i made a number of references to sniffing Her used knickers and how much pleasure this gives me (which is very true) and then coming up with some imagined scenarios involving some element of this. Well, this morning after breakfast we both retired back to bed whereupon Owner almost immediately retrieved a pair of Her worn knickers and draped them over my nose. Over the course of the next ten to fifteen minutes Owner then teased and taunted me with a series of ideas and suggestions for how She might incorporate my love of Her scent into aspects of our lives and routines. Ideas such as having me sniff Her used panties on a regular basis, be made to sit between and Her legs when She returns from work and just sniff Her sex, having Her wet Her panties and them me suck them dry or having to spray my face with a perfume diffuser filled with Her piss before going out.

Of course, the more such ideas and suggestions Owner whispered to me the hornier and more aroused i became. Owner then proceeded to clamp my titties before commencing some intensive flogging and spanking of my clitty and then having me lick out Her wonderful arsehole as She pleasured Herself to an orgasm with Her vibrator. Then to my surprise and delight Owner fisted my pussy and permitted me to cum, to a loud shuddering climax which She then scooped up and fed to me.

It was a wonderfully dirty start to the day to top off a great evening spent dancing the night away.