Seventeen Years and Counting

Yesterday marked the day when, seventeen years ago, Owner and i met for the first time. It was at Bond Street tube station and was the culmination of a couple of months of chatting online. We quickly became friends and then, six months later, lovers. i used to cycle across London to meet Her as we both lived in opposite parts of town. We'd spend weekends together but still lived mostly separate lives. Then i wrote to Her asking if She would move in with me and also if She would do me the honour of letting me submit to Her.

What had begun as a very vanilla relationship began to change. i suggested i go into chastity, She agreed. She began to train me and slowly, gradually the true me began to emerge. She had me collared and tattooed and began to 'forcibly feminise' me. The latter was a real revelation. i began to like me and felt more comfortable in my skin. Sexually we went from me penetrating Her to Her penetrating me. It must have been about thirteen, maybe fourteen years since i was last allowed inside Her. It was around that time that i also started this little blog.

Meanwhile, my training continued under Her expert guidance. We got 'married' - not for real at that stage but staged our own little ceremony where we exchanged vows to each other in which i committed to submit to and serve Her. i wore a pretty white dress. By then i had a few 'marks of Her ownership' permanently etched into my skin. Chastity had become the norm, i had started to become used to wearing women's clothes on a daily basis, including wearing un-padded bras and my collar to work. We went to a few fetish events but mostly just lived our lives as best we could with me trying to submit to Her 24/7. It wasn't always easy, things sometimes went into reverse, but slowly, gradually my submission to Her and Her dominance of me grew.

At about this time Owner discovered that She could make me cum simply by beating my testicles...hard. This quickly became the only way i was permitted to cum, and i was trained to eat up my mess afterwards. Owner's use of sex toys for Her own pleasure grew and my role in bed became that of licking out Her anus as She pleasured Herself, something i grew to relish (and still do). Meanwhile, Her control over me extended to other aspects of my life. At my request She took over control over my finances, my salary now goes direct to a joint account and i am given a small monthly allowance. Owner controlled my purchasing decisions from quite early in our relationship. Handing Her financial control seemed a logical, albeit 'difficult' decision. i have zero regrets about this but if you are reading this and wondering whether to hand financial control to your dominant my advice would be to only do so if you are truly secure in your relationship, as we were and continue to be.

Owner began to enroll me on courses to help further my development as Her 'wife'. i did massage and sewing lessons, learnt how to give manicures and flower arranging and other useful skills. All these were in-person courses. She also began to set me tasks and challenges to complete. i was allowed (and encouraged) to make suggestions as to what these might be but She was the final arbiter. They became a means of developing me as a slut, improving my pain threshold and my ability and willingness to follows any order or instruction from Her, no matter how embarrassing or humiliating they might be.

By now i had written and published my first little short story (i am STILL working on a novella started during lock down) and Owner had started Her own little photo shoots of Her 'wife'. She had also started to (very occasionally) beat me, something that i struggled with at the time - i am not a pain slut.

In between times there was a time when i had quite a significant health issue with my back that put everything on hold. i was unable to walk for two months and it would be a few years before i could even contemplate trying to run. Just as i recovered Owner's health took a series of hits. First She developed a 'frozen shoulder' which left Her in constant pain for about a year and then issues linked to the menopause began to kick-in. It started what was, and unfortunately continues to be, a difficult time health-wise for Her.

However, our relationship continued to further develop and evolve. We took a trip to the States and got married in Vegas (under the 'Welcome to Las Vegas' sign.  My feminisation and self-confidence had become such by then that i got married in a pretty pink dress and heels in front of a gaggle of tourists.  Owner wore a smart trouser suit and bow-tie. It was a wonderful and memorable end to what was a brilliant trip.

Back home my development continued apace. i now had a daily routine of chores that i was actually pretty good (and still am i think) at completing. i had started regularly exercising with a routine specifically aimed at developing and targeting my butt, to try and grow it and make it more touch and fuckable. i went from wearing non-padded to padded bras and wore skirts and stockings/hold-ups at all times at home (apart from when wearing my cleaning smocks). i got used to answering the door/taking deliveries/dealing with tradesmen/chatting to neighbours etc whilst dressed like a slut.

Owner has continued to encourage me to appear as the 'slut' i am in public more often. i have now, on more than one occasion, stood on the platform of our local railway station with my coat open wearing just my lingerie, stockings and heels; gone shopping in the local supermarket wearing a short skirt and high heels; waited at a nearby bus stop dressed in short skirt or tight little shorts. i have also deep-throated a dildo a few times in our local park or worn Owners' used panties as a face-mask whilst out shopping or sniffed their heavenly scent in public places. i even appeared on a stage in front of a live audience in a manga maid's outfit with short skirt and panties whilst in chastity. i was nervous as hell about appearing in front of hundreds of strangers, but i did it and got a real thrill from doing so.

The more i do such things the more i crave doing something even naughtier. Owner has truly unleashed the exhibitionist slut in me, i am far less ashamed or embarrassed of being the person i truly am and i love showing Her that i will do anything She instructs. i am proud to be Her exhibitionist slut and to perform for Her or others as required.

Meanwhile, Owner has continued a trend that had been underway for a few years, namely restricting the number of orgasms i have a year. By the time we got legally married they were down to a just a handful and have since become fewer still. My own ambition would, be to get to a point when i am no longer permitted to orgasm at all. However, that will, of course, be Owner's decision alone to make, not mine. At the same time She also started to 'treat' me to the occasional glass of Her urine to drink. Drinking piss is an acquired taste but i am now lucky enough to be given a good glass full every weekend for breakfast. i even got Owner a large, engraved wine glass for the purpose. i would love for Her to simply squat over me and empty Herself over me, just as i would love to be asked to clean Her with my tongue after She has been to the loo, but then i am weird like that :)

My anus, or 'pussy' has continued to be trained and stretched, it can now take a pretty big toy and craves to be stretched even further. i was also encouraged to train my throat to be able to deep-throat a dildo, something i learnt how to do after quite a bit of practice. 

Owner also began regularly caning/spanking/beating me in earnest, something that She seems to greatly enjoy doing. Her beating me is now a weekly occurrence. i have become better at accepting such beatings and learning to deal with/manage the resultant pain and Owner, for Her part, has become less hesitant with Her blows. Her hitting me harder is a good thing for us both and i am really pleased that this has now become such a common feature of our lives together. The newest tattoo that She gifted me for our anniversary is a symbol of this with the latin words 'Ubi Amor Ibi Dolor' - meaning 'Love Hurts' - now permanently etched onto my right breast.

Finally, Owner has continued to extend Her control over me and to take decisions for me in other ways. For example, restaurant menu's are now just stared at pointlessly by me as i wait for Owner to decide what i will be eating when we eat out

It is fascinating to me how, things that would have shocked, amazed or just plain terrified me seventeen years ago have become completely normalised. i could never, in my wildest dreams have imagined that i would be in the relationship that i am, living the way that i do. i love it, love my life and think i must be one of the luckiest people alive. i am sharing my life with a beautiful, intelligent and creative woman who is not just my Owner but is my best friend. We do everything together and i could never imagine living like that with anyone else. My submission to Her and Her control over me is 24/7. i am far from perfect and there is much about me that needs to improve but i also feel that i have become a much better and happier person as a result of living with Owner. i adore the fact that Owner exercises the control over me that She does. In truth, She is very lenient and forgiving of me, probably far too much for my own good. The prospect of another seventeen plus years living together excites and thrills me in a way i never imagined might be possible. i owe a huge debt of gratitude to Owner. She helped me to unlock and connect with the real me and i will be eternally grateful to Her for that.

Sometimes we remark to each other about how, for each of us, we cannot imagine the life we lived before we met. i think i have changed Her and She has most definitely changed me, hopefully both for the better. i certainly struggle to recall and connect with the person i once was. In truth i don't really want to. i was not happy or fulfilled then in the way i am now.

So, here is to the future and whatever it may hold. But provided it is a future shared with Owner then i for one know that it will be a happy and exciting one.

Freshly Inked

So today was the day when i had my right breast tattooed. It was an early anniversary present from Owner who came up with the design. i then had it rendered into my flesh at The Gilt Moth tattoo parlour by a tattooist called Noise this afternoon. Owner and i are both very happy with the result. i had my left breast inked a few years ago with the date of our wedding and the word 'Uxor' - meaning 'wife' - inscribed with laurels surrounding.

My new tattoo continues the Latin theme. This time the inscription  'Ubi Amor Ibi Dolor' - meaning 'Love Hurts' - is now permanently etched into my right breast, again with a laurel but this time topped off with a little cupid and a love heart. The words are inspired by the fact that Owner likes to cane, spank and beat me,  so again my tattoo talks (as do most of my other ones) to an aspect of our relationship.

The heart is hidden behind my handcuff nipple ring

i am super happy that i now have both of my breasts tattooed. Each is slightly different but i think that they compliment each other and they frame my ever pert little nipples.

Both of my breasts are now inked

i wore my purple front-fastening bra in order to make it easier to expose my breasts to be tattooed in the  parlour. However, i realised when i got there that it would be easiest to simply take my blouse and bra off completely. There were 4 men and a woman being tattooed as well as me. There was once a time when i would have died of embarrassment at the idea of taking my blouse and bra off in front of strangers, not any more :) The only reaction i got was from the receptionist who came over and complimented me on my nipple rings.

i did manage to take one picture of me in the parlour just after my new tattoo had been finished.

In case you are wondering, yes it did hurt at times, but that is also part of the whole point.

Owner came to meet me afterwards and treated me to a delicious double scoop of ice cream. It was my second delicious treat of the day, the first being a large glass of Her special amber nectar for breakfast that i hungrily consumed.

My tasty breakfast glass of Owner's piss

Delicious!

i am so lucky to have, once again, been permanently marked by Owner and to wear another symbol of Her ownership of me.

Outdoor Challenge Fun In The Sun

Regular readers may have wondered what happened to my monthly outdoor challenge this month? This normally takes place on the 16th of the month. However, a number of factors, including me needing to go down and spend some time with my dad caused this to be a little delayed. 

But fear not, today was the day it was done. Even better, Owner also accompanied me to document my experience. The roll of the dice decided that i was to complete my challenge at the local station and that i was to wear shorts, cat ears and heels. It was a lovely warm day and so i paired my shorts with a little sleeveless blouse and then accompanied Owner, heels and ears in my rucksack ready to put them on when we arrived.

Owner suggested we first go for a walk around the park before we made our way to my challenge destination, which She decided should be at our local Docklands Light Railway (DLR) station rather than the mainline one. It was lovely to be out in short, shorts again, although as you can see my legs could benefit from a bit more sun.

Anyway, when we arrived at the station Owner was on hand to document the whole performance and even treated me to a drink in a local bar afterwards. It was a wonderful challenge and one that was great fun to complete. Here i am at posing in my heels, shorts and cats ears at the station;

And a few more shots in shorts, ears and heels

would you like a ticket to ride? :)

And here i am having a drink in a local bar/restaurant, challenged successfully completed

It was a wonderful challenge to do, made even better by having Owner with me to document it.

And The Winner Is......?

i was treated to a great Eurovision night in by Owner, but not before she painted my bottom with Her heavy cane, leaving it sore and wonderfully striped.

Striped bottom and thighs

To distract me from the discomfort of the caning my nipples were also clamped for the duration. She also lightly caned by chastised clit before focusing on my derriere.

Almost immediately after i received the above caning Owner and i went out to the shops to get some provisions for the evening ahead's entertainment. It was a warm day here in London so i just wore a t-shirt and little pair of denim shorts. It was only when i got back that i realised i would have been walking around with visible stripes on the backs of my thighs. i wonder if anyone wondered why?

Anyway, back to the evening's entertainment. Owner insisted on Her preparing all the snacks for the evening and She laid on a really great spread which kept us nourished for the following four hour TV extravaganza.

i was even allowed some limoncello cocktails to drink.

The event itself did not disappoint with some wonderful outfits, great dancing and the usual mixed bag of songs. The UK's entry, which i did not like, did surprisingly well coming in second behind Ukraine who thoroughly deserved their victory, not just out of sympathy with the war they are having to fight after Russia's invasion, but because their rap-folk song was also pretty good. Some personal highlights from me were the outfits worn by the Romanian, Spanish and Australian (don't ask me how they are in a European song contest) entrants although i was sad that the songs by the Netherlands and by Greece did not do better than they did (placing 11th and 8th respectively) as i thought they were great songs.

The event itself was the usual festival of diversity, camp and joyfulness that it always is. As winners, Ukraine get to host next year although whether that will prove possible is another matter, i hope that they can.

Incidentally, i also need to correct something i wrote in my last post. i am not getting my tattoo done next weekend, but the weekend after. i was getting my dates confused in my dotage.

It's That Time Of Year Again

Excitement is building this weekend as tonight it is time for the annual dance, light, political and music extravaganza that is Eurovision! i am a huge fan of the Eurovision song contest, i love its camp silliness, the often terrible songs and the politics of the voting. Owner is less of a fan but humours my annual enthusiasm, She even once took me to Vienna once so that we would be in the city where the contest was being hosted that year.

This year the contest is being hosted by Turin as Italy won the contest last year. So tonight Owner and i will be sitting down with a limoncello cocktail and a platter of snacks for a few hours of musical and political silliness whilst Whatsapp goes into a frenzied meltdown as we discuss and debate the highs and lows of the show with friends and family. Also, as has become an annual ritual, a small competition will be run between us which culminates in me purchasing and awarding a small 'trophy' to the person who wins the Whatsapp group Eurovision competition. i have yet to win it myself, maybe this will be my year??

Meanwhile, in non-Eurovision news, i am now booked in to get my right breast tattooed with Owners' design next weekend. i am very excited at the prospect. It will mean that each of my breasts will have been tattooed and will be the ninth such tattoo i will have had done to mark me as being Owned by Her and to symbolise an aspect of my relationship with Her. My new tattoo will represent the fact that my being beaten and suffering pain at Owners' hands is a token of Her love for me. In short, it represents part of the more BDSM aspect of our relationship.  

Finally, last Sunday Owner and i enjoyed an afternoon in South Kensington, West London visiting an exhibition of miniature artworks, some so small that they could only be viewed through a microscope. Called Small is Beautiful it is well worth visiting if you can. We went for lunch in a nearby pub beforehand where Owner took this picture of me

t-shirt weather has started to arrive

Clamps, Spanks and a Strip

Hello all, i trust that you are having enjoyable weekends? i have spent some of mine being spanked by Owner, doing some housework, studying, serving as Owners' hair dresser and doing a little strip-tease performance for Her. In between we also managed to squeeze in my regular Saturday morning piss-drinking treat (warm, golden and delicious), some exercises (to try and trim the fat i have put on over the past few months) and watched a movie together with home made popcorn. It has been quite a busy day and i still have some baking to do later!

Tomorrow we are heading out for lunch before going onto an exhibition in the afternoon. i am also hoping to have my consultation with the tattooist whom i hope will then, sometime in the next few weeks, ink my right breast with the tattoo that Owner has designed for me. i cannot wait to get it done.

Oh, and the week started with Owner sending me to do a lap of our local park with my nipples clamped and to sniff Her used knickers near the park cafe. It was a pleasant day and there were lots of people about so i had to be relatively discrete about it!

Anyway, here are some vignettes from my week

nipples clamped in the park

sniffing Owners' use knickers near the park cafe

The spanking i received today was administered using the new green leather paddle that i purchased for Owner (with Her permission) at the fetish market we attended last weekend. Owner says She really like it and that it is easy to use. As you can see it left me with a pink bottom

my post-spanking bottom and Owners' new green paddle

And so to the strip-tease. The routine Owner had requested from me was a version of the strip-tease by Kim Basinger in front of Micky Rourke in the film 9 1/2 weeks. Well, i think i can safely say that Ms Basinger does a much better and far sexier job than i did, but Owner was amused. Here are some stills and video extracts from my routine

trying to look sexy

Out and About

Owner and i have been enjoying a really pleasant bank holiday weekend here in London. For the first time in a month we are spending the weekend at home together which has meant that we have been able to enjoy some of the delights that London has to offer.

Saturday saw me getting a haircut in the morning after which i headed out for a walk along the Thames in the afternoon with Owner. It was a sunny day so i got an opportunity to wear the funky new heart-shaped sunglasses She bought me. We walked from Canary Wharf to London Bridge before heading to Bermondsey where Owner had made a dinner reservation for us both in a Thai restaurant we love.

However, we arrived rather early and so we stopped off in a cafe nearby. Here disaster nearly struck, i left my phone in the cafe. It is a horrible feeling when you realise you don't have your mobile as so much of your life is organised or documented via it. Luckily, i knew where i must have left it. Owner phoned the cafe who, despite by that time being closed, answered the phone and confirmed that they had found the phone and said that we could come and collect it - what a relief!

Phone successfully retrieved we then headed to the restaurant where we had a lovely dinner. i wore one of the new blouses Owner gave me and my big heart earrings. This is what i looked like

as can be seen, Owner even allowed me a beer

As is now second nature when we eat out, Owner chose and ordered my food and drink for me - menu's really has become completely redundant for me - She ordered pork belly with cabbage for me, which was delicious. She had a Thai cauliflower curry.

Yesterday we went out again, this time to London's Alternative Market (LAM), a monthly fetish market in central London that is held on the first Sunday of every month. The last time we went to LAM was probably about five years ago and i had been 'pestering' Owner for the chance to re-visit following the easing of lockdown restrictions (although a negative lateral flow is needed to get in).

i am a more sociable creature than Owner so events like this are not really Her thing. However, She kindly agreed to my request that we might both attend. It was lovely to spend part of an afternoon surrounded by fellow kinksters of every variety. There is no need to wear fetish attire to get-in, although some did, and they also run an after-party if you want to extend your visit. Owner and i only stayed to browse the stalls, have a quick drink and do a brief spot of people watching and were back home in time to watch a movie. There are no photos allowed to be taken inside the venue but these pics were taken outside - as you can see i wore the 'SLUT' paddle earrings that Owner bought me a while back

with my 'SLUT earrings

Inside, i bought Owner a green leather paddle, one side of which is lined with a rubber sole - so it is like a slipper paddle. Owner bought me a 'Pet' necklace which you can see in the picture She took of me on the train back home.

my new 'pet' necklace just about visible amongst the bling around my neck

Today is bank holiday monday and so is a non-working day for us both. i have quite a few chores that i need to catch-up with at home and have also been instructed to take a walk around our local park at some point today with my nipples clamped and to take a pair of Owners' used knickers with me and sniff them next to the park cafe - which will be a fun little challenge.

Owner has also requested that i re-create the Kim Bassinger's strip-tease from the film 9 1/2 weeks for Her entertainment, which should be fun to practice.

i hope that everyone else has been having an enjoyable long-weekend as well.

Pink & Golden - Plus A New Tattoo From Owner?

Owner administered my weekly caning last night, another three hundred strokes with the thicker of Her two canes. In addition to being caned across my bottom and the backs of my thighs i also had my nipples clamped and had 20 mini clothes pegs attached to my clitty at the same time. My bottom was definitely glowing afterwards, as you can see below;

Pink bottom and back of thighs

i have to confess that being caned hard like this is a very therapeutic way to end a week. i was so tired by the end of the day, work is extremely busy at present and i had so many things running around inside my head. Canings are great at enabling you to forget about work etc and focus instead on something else, like the fact that your bottom is sore :).

Caning delivered Owner treated me by ordering a pizza and letting me have a small bottle of cider to drink with it. We then cuddled up and watched the last episode of an Italian drama on Netflix. It ended up being a very relaxed evening.

This morning i was served my regular glass of Owner's delicious piss to drink with my breakfast (a true breakfast of slut's). This morning Her urine was still warm. The previous week Owner had awoken needing the toilet in the night and had served my drink then, meaning that by the tie i drank it in the morning it was a glass of cold piss - it was still delicious though.

My breakfast of piss, tea and cereal with yoghurt (served in my dog bowl)

Delicious!

Now for the exciting (for me anyway) news. Owner wants to have my right breast tattoed. Many of you will know that i am already the proud wearer of many tattoos that symbolise various aspects of my life with and submission to Owner. This includes a tattoo on my thigh which states that i am owned by Owner. Pride of place, however, is the tattoo that circles my left breast and which, in latin, states the year when we were legally married (XVLILMMXVIII) and that i am Her wife (UXOR).

Anyway, Owner has decided that She would like to permanently mark my right breast as well. Specifically, She wants me to have a tattoo that is suggestive of my need to be disciplined. After researching suitable Latin phrases She has settled on 'ubi amor, ibi dolor' - which translates as 'where there is love there is pain'. Owner is now busy working on Her final design idea for submission to the tattoo artist. i am super excited at the prospect of receiving another permanent mark from Owner which symbolises another aspect of our relationship. How lucky i am!

Accessories

Owner returned home Her office yesterday declaring that She had a surprise for me that She knew i would love. It transpired that She had seen these sunglasses on offer in T K Max and knew immediately that i would love them. She was not wrong. What do you think (this is me 'modelling' them this morning just before work)

i think they are particularly amazing when combined with the awesome hat i bought in Venice :)

Talking of accessories. Owner had me wear my little pink maid's apron, stockings and furry butt plug when preparing, eating and washing up dinner last night. It's a hard life but somebody has to do it!

contemplation with apron and furry butt plug

If fellow blogger Vanessa Challand is reading this - look, no pants!

Spring is in the air...my sluttiness is rising

Hello all. Apologies (again) for the delay between posts. Owner and i have had a busy few weeks since returning from our Italy trip, including a trip to Spain to stay with Her family and visits to my mum and to my dad (more on that later) respectively. Add to that a really busy work period for us both and things have slipped a little.

However, fear not. A period of 'normality' beckons during which normal service will return. This week has already got off to a better start with the completion of my monthly outdoor challenge (rearranged from the 16th as that was when we were in Spain). The dice were rolled last night so i woke up knowing what i had to do, namely to stand at the bus stop next to our local park wearing high heels, shorts and my cat ear hair band on my head.

The weather was fine and this morning so i combined my heels and shorts with a pair of pretty tights, a light blouse and pretty pink bra. i could have chosen to walk to the park in regular trainers and then change into heels when i got there but i decided, being the slut i am, to walk to the stop and back wearing my heels. Anyway, it is good practice for walking in them them as the route involves walking up and downhill.

On the way i passed various people and was also passed by some cars and vans but my journey to the park bust stop was otherwise uneventful, i even paused on route to take some pics.  Anyway, i was at the bust stop and ready to take pictures within a few minutes of leaving home. 

Owner seemed very happy with my pictures when i sent them to Her, telling me i looked pretty, so i think She was pleased with how i got on. Photos taken i then retraced my steps and returned home. These are some of the pictures i took on my phone.  What do you think?

with an audience of one behind me

heading from our home to the bus stop near the park

On route to the park bus stop

As you can see i could not resist unbuttoning my blouse so that my pretty bra was visible. It would make for an interesting challenge to do this in just shorts and bra!

A number of people, and a bus, passed me whilst i was faffing about with taking pictures, i am trying to get better with walking with my head held high when dressed like this and holding eye contact with people if they look at me. i am definitely a lot less embarrassed of who and what i am when i do these challenges than used to be the case. 

There was a man who was working on his car on the opposite side of the bus stop who watched what i was up to the whole time. The more of these i do the more exciting (as opposed to terrifying - which was the case when i first did these) it is for me if i know there is someone watching me. i quite like the idea of posing in front of strangers. A few years ago, before the pandemic, Owner entered me into a cosplay event where i had to take to the stage in a maid's style outfit and do a little dance. i was terrified but on cloud nine at the same time, it was a real buzz. i guess that is what comes of being an exhibitionist slut at heart.

Aside from forgetting to smile in a couple of them i think they came out ok. It was quite a little thrill to do and to walk there and back. i think it is quite an appropriate outfit for me. None of the passing drivers gave me a honk this time though, perhaps it was the fact that i was wearing tights rather than stockings that held them back :)

Anyway, i hope i that my brief appearance in our neighbourhood today may have brightened some persons morning in one way or another just as i hope some readers derive some pleasure from the pictures of me.i love being an exhibitionist slut and i hope, under Owners' guidance, to become a better one.

Talking of appropriate outfits, as i mentioned at the outset i went down to stay with my Dad and his girlfriend this weekend. i visited alone as Owner had other things to catch-up with and, given the distance involved, my visit required me to stay overnight.

Now, i have previously met my Dad and his girlfriend with Owner whilst i was wearing light make-up and padded bra, and being in chastity. But this was the first time i stayed over so attired, re-doing my make-up after breakfast. i don't want to hide my true self but equally don't want to make a big thing of it either. i have never had a discussion about how i look or present with either or my parents but i  equally don't want to pretend or hide who i am. i feel most comfortable and more 'me' with make-up and bra etc than without. So that is how i presented myself. Not an eyelid was batted, at least not in my presence. It's a silly thing but it also feels like a bit of a moment, a bit of me just being 'me'. So that is one more line crossed. This is the picture i sent Owner as i was getting dressed in the morning at my Dad's