What News Poppet?

This is just a quick update to reassure readers that all is well. We still have builders in at home and so are de-camped in temporary accommodation around the corner until we are able to return home.

Owner took me out for some drinks and people watching after work yesterday, which was very enjoyable. i love getting to hang out with Her. She also bought me a long black, off-the-shoulder dress and opera gloves in which to perform the 'Put the blame on mame' scene from Gilda She has requested from me. i will be performing that for Owner this weekend and will update readers on how my little show went in the next post.

Meantime, i hope everyone is well. Take care.

La Dolce Poppet

Every month Owner likes to set me a little performance challenge, something that will entertain and amuse Her. In the past She has had me re-create a number of movie scenes for Her entertainment, often involving a strip-tease or a dance of some type. This time i was tasked with re-creating Anita Ekeberg's iconic Trevi Fountain scene in Frederico Fellini's film La Dolce Vita. 

Lacking access to a fountain and the use of a cat, both essential prerequisites for the scene, i had to improvise using our shower and a toy cat that also serves as my companion when i am caged. The resultant sequence can be seen below. The off camera hysterics are courtesy of Owner laughing as She filmed my efforts.

Laughter aside Owner did seem to enjoy my performance. If you have never seen the original, or you simply want to erase my rendition from your brain and remember the far better original scene, then it can be viewed here.  

Owner has now set me my next performance challenge and it's a good one. i have to re-create the 'Put the blame on mame' song from the 1946 film Gilda. Maybe i can use this as an excuse to get some opera gloves and add curls to my hair?

Let me know what you think of la dolce poppet.

Red Bra in Park - Poppet Is a Tart

i have not been feeling fab this past week. i have been super tired and at one point kind of lost my voice as well. My get up and go also got up and buggered off. As a result i've kind of just been moping about and sleeping and not dojng much at all beyond listening to air traffic control at JFK airport (you didn't know i was a secret plane nerd did you) - my go to activity when i am unwell.

Anyway, as i began to feel a bit better towards the end of the week i knew i had to try and snap out of my lethargy and get back to normal. i had a dice roll and an outdoor challenge coming up but even that didn't illicit the usual rush of excitement. In fact last night i actually felt quite nervous and anxious about the challenge, wondering what i might have to do and whether or not i would, which is quite unlike me. Usually i am well-up for a bit of public exhibitionism :).

Anyway, fast forward to this morning and dice were rolled. With regards to chastity i got what Owner Herself describes as the best of both worlds for Her. i will be locked on weekdays for the following month but released at weekends - affording Her opportunities to further tease me. As for me, well i am still struggling to adjust to being unlocked so often after having been locked permanently for so long.

But, what about the challenge?? Well, it was to flash my bra at the mini 'henge' in our local park. It is not an old stone circle but a very modern one that was put in place to mark the millennium. It tends to be a popular spot for people to picnic or exercise in which meant there would be a fair chance of there being an audience for my challenge. Add to that it is Saturday and the weather is warm and sunny so there would likely be plenty of people in the park. i was only partly wrong.

i chose to wear a pair of black lace shorts and a semi-sheer white blouse with red bra (just to make it obvious) with trainers for my trip to the park. i also put on my biggest hoop ear rings and an ankle bracelet and my collar to complete the look. i tied my hair back in a pink scrunchy. 

i was correct about the park being busy, it was also full of kids with parents as there was some sort of children's football competition going on. Luckily the stone circle is the other side and so out of the way of the munchkins. The circle itself was actually devoid of people although there was an outdoor exercise class taking place next to it. My thought that i might have a full audience proved wide of the mark. But there were some people.

Anyway, enough of me blathering on. How did i get on? Well, judge for yourself. Here are some pics of me posing in the stone circle in our local park

This was me on route to the park

and doing a cheeky little bra flash on the way home

After sending Owner the pictures (She is out meeting a friend for lunch) She messaged me back to commend my efforts. She also said that i was clearly feeling much better!

It was fun to do and i do think it has helped me get my mojo back a little.

In other news. On Monday chaos descends on our little flat when builders start re-doing our bathroom. Owner and i are temporarily moving into an AirBnB nearby so we can still shower etc and work from home. It may mean you don't hear much from me, if so i apologise in advance. 

Oh, i also decided to up-cycle two pairs of jeans i had (one blue skinny fit and the other a black slim fit) that had both developed tears in the crutch. i did this previously with another pair of grey jeans that i transformed into a hyper-sipped pair of short shorts which were subsequently worn outside (see below) for a previous outdoor challenge back in April.

Well, what do you think of the latest additions to my hyper ripped fashion range. i have kept them full-length but not much fabric remains, especially on the blue pair - i have kept the black ones relatively modest. Below are some front and back pics of each. What do you think? i would love to be allowed to wear both of these out :)

non-modest front

modest front

i hope everyone is keeping well.

Too Warm and Feeling Blah

This is just a very quick update blog. Owner and i are both fine, well i am a bit under the weather, but we are struggling in the unseasonal London heat - it was 26C in our bedroom overnight and 32C during the day!

i was not feeling well yesterday and spent a lot of the day either asleep or just generally moping about. Owner was wonderful in looking after me and making me meals etc. She also drew this on my arse whilst i was in bed which might amuse readers.

i hope others are all well? Normal service and updates will resume shortly.

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.

'Oh.My.God. - We've Broken The Pet!'

The words in the title description are the exact same words uttered by Owner yesterday afternoon. The immediate cause was Her gifting me an incredibly intense orgasm, after fourteen months of total denial, and the affect that powerful release had on me. What follows is the tale of what happened in the hours and minutes leading up to that climactic eruption, and its aftermath.

As detailed in yesterday's post i started the weekend knowing that, for the first time in about a year, i would not be in chastity all weekend. At first i was worried lest even the slightest amount of stimulation to my clit, the touch of the fabric of my silk dressing gown for example, might trigger a runaway reaction. However, my fears went unfounded. Indeed, my clit barely stirred from its state of apparent hibernation.

The morning passed as it usually does every weekend. Saturday morning i did my Spanish studies, my exercises and my chores. Then i showered, got changed, did my make-up and then prepared lunch for Owner and i. After lunch i told to strip and was placed securely into my cage, where i remained whilst Owner busied Herself with other things. 

N.B. - whilst caged i am securely chained around my ankles, wrists and neck. In addition, i am also secured by chains attached to each of my nipple rings (via meat hooks) and also to the ring beneath my clit.  A heavy, solid- metal bell is also suspended from my nipple rings and a mini-cow bell from my collar. The bell suspended from my nipples stretches these, as too does the metal chain, and both bells have the affect of keeping me still as they ring when i move and Owner hates noises. To complete the 'look' i have a horse bit gag in my mouth which causes me to drool the entire time i am caged (hence the need for the small black bucket between my hands). As well as being secured at the wrists my hands are in while leather mitts. My hope is to one day be allowed to get an anal hook so that i can also be secured to that as well :)

secured in my under desk 'cage'

A little under an hour later i was released from my lock-up and was instructed to present myself for a caning and subsequent torture session. The caning was quite intense, Owner is much less concerned about striking me hard than She once was, and delivered a good caning across my buttocks and the backs of my thighs. As usual, i was instructed to count each stroke as it landed.

stripey bum and thighs

Caning completed i was told to go to the bedroom where i was to be tortured. i thought Owner would want to torture me with Her electric devices so i got them out in readiness. However, i was wrong. She walked into the bedroom clutching an array of hitting and tickling implements, ranging from a birch and cane through to the small carpet-beater style cane and a feather duster.

What followed was a sustained, measured physical assault on my clit and hanging bits. Starting slowly Owner gradually increased the pace and intensity, first tickling me all over before then striking me, gently at first and then harder and harder. It was not long before my dormant clit was fully aroused and swollen with excitement. At first i thought i might simply just explode, so long had it been since my last release and so susceptible i am to ejaculating when my testicles get struck hard. But i did not. 

Owner's onslaught was measured and calculating. She seemed to instinctively know how hard to hit, exactly when to stop and pause, when to 'calm me down' by striking the top of my clit, the swollen head, to prevent me from climaxing. Soon my whole body was quivering with pleasure. i felt light-headed and woozy, extremely aroused but not close to climaxing. Owner upped the ante further at one point, draping Her now moist panties over my face so that i breathed in the scent of Her own sex as She struck me. The whole experience was a physical and oral  overload. Then She stopped.

Squatting astride me, Her face looking down at my own, She grabbed two of Her vibrators and worked Her way up the length of my torso until Her pussy was positioned directly over my face. She then wriggled a bit further and sat back on Her haunches, so that Her anus winked invitingly open directly above my open mouth. i needed no further instruction and immediately started to lick and probe Her backside with my tongue as She in turn placed Her vibrator against Her clit and started to pleasure Herself.

With my whole body still fizzing and quivering from the wonderfully intense torturing of my own clit the reward of the taste of Her anus sent me into seventh heaven. My tongue probed as deep as it could, i grabbed Her hips and pulled Her tight against my face, my tongue swirling and twirling deep inside of Her as She brought Herself off.

When finally Owner clambered off me i thought that was it, that She had brought me to a state of frenzied excitement, then had used me for Her own pleasure but that that was it. My denied state would continue. i was wrong.

We cuddled for a while but soon Owner began to stroke and strike my clit again with Her selection of implements until it was once again fully hard and my head felt woozy and dizzy. Again She clambered astride of me but this time She positioned Herself facing away from me, presenting me with the glorious view of Her creamy white buttocks, inviting me to lift my head and spread them apart and devour Her anus once again. Which of course is what i did. She then shuffled backwards and lowered Her hips so that my face was fully smothered by Her. With me trapped beneath Her with my tongue inside Her delicious backside She grabbed my clit with Her hand and started to wank it hard. It wasn't long before my muffled voice could be heard pleading for permission to cum? 'Like a whore' She replied, and so i did, copiously and so intensely that i thought i might pass out.

i lay there, unable to move or speak for a full minute, so intense had my orgasm been. It had, quite literally, rendered me mute. Eventually i turned and nuzzled up to Owners' still heaving bosom and lay spent against Her. We lay like that for a good while until eventually getting up to shower etc.

Later that afternoon we watched a movie together and Owner offered for me to join Her in having an alcoholic drink She had bought for us (She some beer me some pink cider). The movie was called Blow The Man Down and is set in a small fishing community in Maine that is largely run by a group of older women. It is well worth a watch, but i digress. 

Anyway, the combination of the caging, the beating, the super intense orgasm and the couple of drinks proved far too much for little old me. By 5.30pm i had gone to bed (with permission) for a rest and instantly fell asleep, only emerging an hour later. This is what prompted Owner to remark; 'Oh.My.God - we've broken the pet!'.

Outdoor Challenge and Chastity Update

With apologies that this update is coming slightly late, i normally complete my outdoor challenges on the 16th of each month but this month's was a day late due to unforeseen circumstances. Owner was unwell so i stayed home in case i was needed. She is, happily, now recovered.

i was actually more nervous about this month's outdoor challenge than i have been of others recently. Whether it was because i still got to find out what i would be doing on the 16th and so had longer to 'think about it' or whether it was the actual nature of the challenge i don't know. Whatever the cause, there were definite butterflies this morning. 

So, what was the challenge i had to complete? It was to photograph myself in our local park wearing my Hideri Kanzaki maid's outfit from the anime Blend-S. It is an outfit i have worn in public before, on stage at a comic-con event as part of another challenge set by Owner. i have also roamed a hotel corridor in it. However, this is the first time i have worn it in a busy, local park.

So anyway, how did i get on? Well, you can judge for yourself below.

posing in the park

And below is a 'picture story' of my little outdoor adventure

all dressed-up and ready for the off

en route

nearing the park

near the 'staff yard' in the park

hello passing joggers

challenge completed and returning home

There were lots and lots of people out and about, jogging, walking dogs, pushing pushchairs etc even though it was fairly early (9am). i also got kerb crawled momentarily on the way home. All in all it was great fun. i had forgotten how short this dress is, my panties were quite clearly visible!

VVPL - Very Visible Panty Line! :)

Owner was delighted when i sent Her the resultant pictures. She replied saying that i did very well and that She loved the images, which made me proud to have pleased Her. i did, however, realise to my slight horror when i got back that i had forgotten to wear the head piece (the outfit should be topped with a pair of long, black, floppy, bunny ears). Ho hum.

But, back to panties, or more specifically, what lies inside of them. Yesterday i was required to roll Owners' chastity dice to see whether i would continue to be kept locked up 24/7 (as i have been all year - bar for cleaning). Well, the dice decided that i should remain locked for another month, but this time on weekdays only. At weekends i will have a free clitty! Obviously, that still means no touching on my part and certainly no masturbating! It is now well over 14 months since i last experienced any kind of orgasmic release [Edit - Owner remarked on reading this that She will be able to electro torture my clit!].

In other news, Owner has also instructed me to entertain Her by recreating Anita Ekberg's famous scene set in Rome's Trevi Fountain from the movie La Dolce Vita. Now, we obviously don't have a fountain at home and i don't think there is one nearby, nor are we close to Rome, so i may have to improvise :)

i hope you everyone is keeping well?

Out and About with Owner

Owner and i have had an enjoyable weekend. On Saturday Owner left home early to meet up with friends for lunch. She had arranged for me to meet up with Her later in the afternoon for some drinks. 

Before She left Her home i had already completed my exercises, Spanish studies and cleaned out the aquarium. Whilst She was gone i finished ironing and then swept and mopped all of the floors and made myself a lunch comprising the leftovers from the meal i had made the night before.

i also decided to paint my nails blue. However, after two disasters (the first time the clear top coat turned gloopy and the second i smudged an entire nail whilst putting on a hair band) i abandoned my attempt to go bright blue and instead opted for a metallic blue sheen. i then headed out to rendezvous with Owner at the allotted time.

The first pub we went to used to be a firm favourite of ours, the Ship Tavern. It is an old tavern tucked away behind Holborn station. It used to do a fine line in bags of roasted nuts. However, that was before the pandemic. This was our first visit since those times. Oh dear, the service was poor and, worse still, they had installed a TV for sports (bloody rugby) and no longer sold nuts! We finished our drinks and headed to another old haunt.

The Cittie of Yorke pub is actually a 1920s built mock Tudor design, however, it pulls if off with aplomb. The interior is fabulous and there are always tourists taking photos inside. The drinks are also very inexpensive. To Owner and my delight, it turns out they have also started to sell smoked nuts...huzzah! We settled down to drink, snack and people watch.

Owner decried the lack of talent on display amongst our fellow drinkers but we both had a lovely time. Here i am doing something strange with my hand!

with my metallic blue nails

Today we went to the Diva exhibition at the V&A. It was a great exhibition featuring lots of iconic women (and the odd fella and trans artist) from across the performing arts over the past couple of centuries. It was well worth the visit. 

deviant diva :)

When we returned home Owner ushered me into the bedroom where She paddled my bum and my bits before instructing me to do Her hair for Her

paddled plums

paddled bum

Earlier this morning, after completing my regular Spanish studies, exercises and chores, i popped a leg of lamb into the slow cooker. Nine hours later i think it should be done :). i will be serving it to Owner for dinner shortly.

i hope your weekend was as enjoyable as mine.

The week ahead promises to be an interesting one, what with an outdoor challenge, chastity dice and cage time to come. Stay tuned.

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

A Relaxed Weekend

Owner and i enjoyed a relaxed weekend together. On Saturday, after completing my usual Spanish studies, exercises and domestic chores Owner ushered me into the bedroom where She administered a good maintenance spanking. First, using Her green rubber-backed leather paddle, She paddled my bottom

freshly spanked bottom

Then She had me roll over onto my back and spread my legs so She could cane my labia/testes. She had to grip one of my legs firmly between Her thighs to stop me squirming about as She struck my exposed bits

With a sore bum and aching plums i was then dispatched to prepare lunch for us both.

After washing and putting away the dishes Owner invited me to join Her in the lounge to watch some TV with Her. We ended up watching the film Infinity Pool which turned out to be an unexpected Femdom delight. The film might not be to everyone's taste and is a bit violent in places but the portayal of what becomes quite a merciless Femdom relationship is excellent. Owner and i greatly enjoyed watching it from our own, quite different, perspectives.

On Sunday i took Owner to go and see an exhibition at the British Musuem entitled Luxury and Power: Persia to Greece (i had previously been instructed to book some exhibitions to visit by Her, we are going to another one next Sunday). As a treat Owner took me for a pub lunch beforehand which was a lovely surprise.

The exhibition itself was good but busy. On returning home i then completed some more chores (hedge cutting then sweeping and mopping all floors), made dinner and then was again permitted to join Owner and watch some TV with Her.

All in all it was a thoroughly enjoyable weekend.