This year will be the first Christmas J and myself will spend together. We were a couple last year at this time, but we each individually spent our Christmas’ with our own families. I travelled home to my mum’s, and J spent a couple of days with his brother and family.
However, this year his two grown up kids, with partners, and their toddler in one case, are coming over to his house on Christmas day. And although it took a while for them to become accustomed to me being around, as one is a year older than me, and one a year younger, we’ve reached a point where we are “friends” more or less, so I’ve been invited to join them, and the atmosphere will hopefully not be as frosty as the English weather has been this week!
The bad news is I don’t get to spend the day in my sexy santa slut outfit! Lol (Well maybe just the morning before everybody starts arriving! Lol)
Anyway, looking forward to it all now, just about ready, got all my presents bought and wrapped (except one which I’m still waiting to arrive through the post), I hand made a whole bunch of Christmas cards for everybody, and I’m absolutely exhausted. Yep, definitely feels like Christmas! Lol
Wishing you all a very Merry Christmas, and I hope the New Year is the best year ever!
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Friday, 21 December 2007
Monday, 26 November 2007
The punishment week continues...
Continuing on from where my last blog left off, with my week of punishment.
During the week, I had to go away with work for a few days – a combination of a couple of training days and some meetings with key contacts at our other offices, as I was in the region of those offices for my training days.
Master J kindly offered to pack for me, isn’t he sweet!? Well actually he told me he was going to pack for me, as a continuation of my “week of punishment”. So the day before I left he told me to gather together all my key non-clothing essentials, as being a guy he wouldn’t have a clue what to pack for me in the way of toiletries with my vast array of face creams, perfumes and body washes! Lol.
But frankly I knew the chance of him packing me a selection of smart trouser suits was somewhere between slim and none, and slim was just about heading out the door.
Although, saying that, the D/s relationship is based upon a high level of trust, so I did trust him not to go too outrageously slutty as he was well aware it was a work trip, and he wouldn’t put my job, career, or livelihood at risk in any significant way.
So my small suitcase was packed, and as I got up on the Wednesday ready to go catch my train, I had no idea what was in it, and I had been instructed not to open it until arriving at my destination hotel.
He also picked my outfit for the trip, as he had picked all my outfits for the week. So my outfit for the train consisted of a very short skirt, sexy silky blouse, stockings, heels, and no underwear. And my punishment task for the journey was to sit cross-legged for as much of the three hour journey as I could, which would mean revealing a little bit of stocking top or glimpse of thigh for the majority of the three hours. I did have to be a bit careful though, as I was with a male work colleague for the trip.
Upon arriving, we headed straight to the offices where our training was, as we weren’t checking into the hotel until the evening after our day of training had been completed. So I spent the day flashing as much leg as possible as often as possible, as instructed, and I also spent the day wondering what was in my suitcase, as I still had no idea.
Finally arriving at the hotel around 5.30 in the evening, after a day of garnishing a lot of male attention, which was the desired effect Master J had wanted for me, I got up to my twin room, which I had to myself, and opened my suitcase, eagerly, yet worriedly, wondering what was inside.
I opened it to find a note of tasks and instructions from J, and what I immediately noticed had been packed was a major chunk of our sexy toys, including my benwa balls, a large vibrator, a smaller vibrator, my butt plug, 2 pairs of my nipple clamps/jewellery, and a leather and silver collar/choker item of jewellery. What I noticed hadn’t been packed was any nightwear whatsoever, and the only item of underwear in there (other than a selection of stockings and suspender – or garter – belts) was a very skimpy lacy, sheer g-string. Clothing-wise he had packed a small selection of sexy and revealing, yet still smart, clothing.
The note basically gave me an itinerary of what I should do, wear, and what toys I should use and when over the next two days. I was to sleep naked in nothing but the collar, I was to get ample toy usage in the hotel, I was to wear nipple clamps and benwa balls for the whole of Thursday, and also take my smaller vibrator with me for some daytime usage, and I was to wear nipple clamps on Friday, and also wear my butt-plug for a short period of the morning. Also during the evening meals on Wednesday and Thursday I was to insert my small vibrator whilst out, and make myself cum whilst sat at the table, just by moving my legs under the table. And as for the g-string – I could wear it for two hours during the whole trip, the timing being at my own discretion.
Wednesday evening I went out with my colleague, wearing my specified outfit – a short black wrapover dress, with fishnet stockings and 5 inch high heels. I inserted my vibrator as requested – just to explain this one, J likes to make sure I remain quite “tight” in this area, and due to this, I can, and he likes me to, hold a vibrator inside me while doing normal activities. It isn’t overly difficult to start off with, but gets more difficult the longer it stays in, for obvious reasons! Lol. I also decided to wear my panties for two hours of the evening, although using up this privilege so early on my trip possibly was a mistake, looking back now.
On Thursday I did all my tasks as requested, wearing a short skirt suit, with seamed stockings, and wearing my benwa balls and nipple clamps as instructed. But it was Thursday night when there came a twist in the tale. My colleague was supposed to be leaving Thursday evening, as he was just there for the training, whilst I had extra meetings on the Friday. However, a change in plans meant he ended up staying as he’d now been asked to attend a meeting on the Friday. The twist was, we went down to book him a room for an extra night, but the hotel was fully booked, as were two or three nearby hotels that we tried. It was a busy area of London after all.
As I stated earlier, I had a twin room, so the lady at the front desk posed the question, “can’t the two of you share a room?”. Without a valid reason to say no to that, he ended up sharing my room with me that night - different beds of course! But that did pose a problem, as I didn’t have anything to sleep in but my birthday suit. I rang Master J to tell him the situation and ask him what I should do, and I could almost hear his grin over the phone as I knew he was chuckling on the inside. The start of a new task for me – I was to tell him that I’d brought nothing to sleep in, and ask to borrow something to spare my blushes. I did as instructed, despite it being an incredibly embarrassing moment for me – telling my friend and colleague that I liked to sleep naked, and that I hadn’t brought anything to sleep in, and asking to borrow a shirt. The look on his face was priceless, equal parts turned on, shocked, and amused. It was at this point I wished I hadn’t used up my two hours of underwear time already, as he offered me one of his casual shirts, which was slightly snug across the chest and only just covered my most intimate parts, although the gap below the bottom button meant I actually had to hold it shut to cover myself properly.
So I slept in that shirt, with my leather collar/choker on, and still had to complete my task of half hour with the big vibrator in bed. I tried to be discreet, and I waited until I thought he was asleep before I started, and I really hope he didn’t notice.
Friday came and I packed my bag, as discreetly as possible again, and headed off to my meetings, with my nipple clamps on again, and my butt plug at the ready to insert during the morning. I’ve always thought that the public wearing of a butt plug is an ultimate submissive feeling, as I sit delicately, perched on a chair, my thoughts firmly with my master as I try and act as normal as possible. It was another smart but minimalist outfit with leg and cleavage on show, this time the skirt was less short, but had a very revealing front leg split.
But I think in terms of tasks that make me feel most submissive, that my Thursday evening embarrassment may be right up there with any butt plug related task now. But I think our room sharing secret is safe, as we agreed not to mention it to anybody, in particular his wife! But it depends if the bragging rights of seeing a little too much of my exposed flesh is too much for him to resist around the office. I guess we’ll wait and see on that one.
And finally home on Friday afternoon. I saw J on Friday night, and he made sure I made an extra effort to catch up on my blow job duties, before the night was through and we’d clean the slate of any outstanding owings. It was also an evening of nipple play and torture to end my week of punishment. I would go into that in more detail, but nipple play and in particular the unusual use of dental floss is enough to make a whole blog unto itself, so maybe another time.
Take care everybody,
Blogslut xx
During the week, I had to go away with work for a few days – a combination of a couple of training days and some meetings with key contacts at our other offices, as I was in the region of those offices for my training days.
Master J kindly offered to pack for me, isn’t he sweet!? Well actually he told me he was going to pack for me, as a continuation of my “week of punishment”. So the day before I left he told me to gather together all my key non-clothing essentials, as being a guy he wouldn’t have a clue what to pack for me in the way of toiletries with my vast array of face creams, perfumes and body washes! Lol.
But frankly I knew the chance of him packing me a selection of smart trouser suits was somewhere between slim and none, and slim was just about heading out the door.
Although, saying that, the D/s relationship is based upon a high level of trust, so I did trust him not to go too outrageously slutty as he was well aware it was a work trip, and he wouldn’t put my job, career, or livelihood at risk in any significant way.
So my small suitcase was packed, and as I got up on the Wednesday ready to go catch my train, I had no idea what was in it, and I had been instructed not to open it until arriving at my destination hotel.
He also picked my outfit for the trip, as he had picked all my outfits for the week. So my outfit for the train consisted of a very short skirt, sexy silky blouse, stockings, heels, and no underwear. And my punishment task for the journey was to sit cross-legged for as much of the three hour journey as I could, which would mean revealing a little bit of stocking top or glimpse of thigh for the majority of the three hours. I did have to be a bit careful though, as I was with a male work colleague for the trip.
Upon arriving, we headed straight to the offices where our training was, as we weren’t checking into the hotel until the evening after our day of training had been completed. So I spent the day flashing as much leg as possible as often as possible, as instructed, and I also spent the day wondering what was in my suitcase, as I still had no idea.
Finally arriving at the hotel around 5.30 in the evening, after a day of garnishing a lot of male attention, which was the desired effect Master J had wanted for me, I got up to my twin room, which I had to myself, and opened my suitcase, eagerly, yet worriedly, wondering what was inside.
I opened it to find a note of tasks and instructions from J, and what I immediately noticed had been packed was a major chunk of our sexy toys, including my benwa balls, a large vibrator, a smaller vibrator, my butt plug, 2 pairs of my nipple clamps/jewellery, and a leather and silver collar/choker item of jewellery. What I noticed hadn’t been packed was any nightwear whatsoever, and the only item of underwear in there (other than a selection of stockings and suspender – or garter – belts) was a very skimpy lacy, sheer g-string. Clothing-wise he had packed a small selection of sexy and revealing, yet still smart, clothing.
The note basically gave me an itinerary of what I should do, wear, and what toys I should use and when over the next two days. I was to sleep naked in nothing but the collar, I was to get ample toy usage in the hotel, I was to wear nipple clamps and benwa balls for the whole of Thursday, and also take my smaller vibrator with me for some daytime usage, and I was to wear nipple clamps on Friday, and also wear my butt-plug for a short period of the morning. Also during the evening meals on Wednesday and Thursday I was to insert my small vibrator whilst out, and make myself cum whilst sat at the table, just by moving my legs under the table. And as for the g-string – I could wear it for two hours during the whole trip, the timing being at my own discretion.
Wednesday evening I went out with my colleague, wearing my specified outfit – a short black wrapover dress, with fishnet stockings and 5 inch high heels. I inserted my vibrator as requested – just to explain this one, J likes to make sure I remain quite “tight” in this area, and due to this, I can, and he likes me to, hold a vibrator inside me while doing normal activities. It isn’t overly difficult to start off with, but gets more difficult the longer it stays in, for obvious reasons! Lol. I also decided to wear my panties for two hours of the evening, although using up this privilege so early on my trip possibly was a mistake, looking back now.
On Thursday I did all my tasks as requested, wearing a short skirt suit, with seamed stockings, and wearing my benwa balls and nipple clamps as instructed. But it was Thursday night when there came a twist in the tale. My colleague was supposed to be leaving Thursday evening, as he was just there for the training, whilst I had extra meetings on the Friday. However, a change in plans meant he ended up staying as he’d now been asked to attend a meeting on the Friday. The twist was, we went down to book him a room for an extra night, but the hotel was fully booked, as were two or three nearby hotels that we tried. It was a busy area of London after all.
As I stated earlier, I had a twin room, so the lady at the front desk posed the question, “can’t the two of you share a room?”. Without a valid reason to say no to that, he ended up sharing my room with me that night - different beds of course! But that did pose a problem, as I didn’t have anything to sleep in but my birthday suit. I rang Master J to tell him the situation and ask him what I should do, and I could almost hear his grin over the phone as I knew he was chuckling on the inside. The start of a new task for me – I was to tell him that I’d brought nothing to sleep in, and ask to borrow something to spare my blushes. I did as instructed, despite it being an incredibly embarrassing moment for me – telling my friend and colleague that I liked to sleep naked, and that I hadn’t brought anything to sleep in, and asking to borrow a shirt. The look on his face was priceless, equal parts turned on, shocked, and amused. It was at this point I wished I hadn’t used up my two hours of underwear time already, as he offered me one of his casual shirts, which was slightly snug across the chest and only just covered my most intimate parts, although the gap below the bottom button meant I actually had to hold it shut to cover myself properly.
So I slept in that shirt, with my leather collar/choker on, and still had to complete my task of half hour with the big vibrator in bed. I tried to be discreet, and I waited until I thought he was asleep before I started, and I really hope he didn’t notice.
Friday came and I packed my bag, as discreetly as possible again, and headed off to my meetings, with my nipple clamps on again, and my butt plug at the ready to insert during the morning. I’ve always thought that the public wearing of a butt plug is an ultimate submissive feeling, as I sit delicately, perched on a chair, my thoughts firmly with my master as I try and act as normal as possible. It was another smart but minimalist outfit with leg and cleavage on show, this time the skirt was less short, but had a very revealing front leg split.
But I think in terms of tasks that make me feel most submissive, that my Thursday evening embarrassment may be right up there with any butt plug related task now. But I think our room sharing secret is safe, as we agreed not to mention it to anybody, in particular his wife! But it depends if the bragging rights of seeing a little too much of my exposed flesh is too much for him to resist around the office. I guess we’ll wait and see on that one.
And finally home on Friday afternoon. I saw J on Friday night, and he made sure I made an extra effort to catch up on my blow job duties, before the night was through and we’d clean the slate of any outstanding owings. It was also an evening of nipple play and torture to end my week of punishment. I would go into that in more detail, but nipple play and in particular the unusual use of dental floss is enough to make a whole blog unto itself, so maybe another time.
Take care everybody,
Blogslut xx
Thursday, 15 November 2007
Sunday Morning...
As I woke up and got showered at Master J’s on Sunday morning, he asked if I would go and get his Sunday paper for him. I agreed, and he proceeded to pull out of the drawer of the dresser one of my slinkiest and most sexy night-dresses. I inquired what that was for, and he proceeded to tell me that it would be what I was to wear to fetch his paper.
To put it into context, the past few weeks, since we returned from holiday, we have both had hectic schedules and haven’t spent too much time together – hence me falling very much behind on my daily blow job duties. Even after giving my best catch-up efforts on Saturday, I was still 9 behind as we awoke on Sunday. So on Saturday night he had told me that I’d be making extra efforts to catch up this week, but whatever the backlog was by Friday, the slate would be wiped clean, but in punishment of failing in my responsibilities and duties, I’d have to be extra obedient this week and accept a series of more challenging tasks, more revealing outfits, and more slutty behaviour.
I knew it was a punishment I deserved, as I am fully aware that the completion of my daily blow job duty is fully my responsibility and I should always make the effort to ensure it’s success, no matter what schedule conflicts we have.
My punishment started on the Saturday night as J used a new toy on me – a flogger – which is a multi-tassled whip type of item. He flogged both my ass cheeks hard and repetitively until they were bright red and raw, but before any blood was drawn. The pain was quite bad, and I had tears in my eyes as I begged for lenience.
As regular blog readers will know, pain doesn’t play a major part in our relationship, and it’s certainly not my favourite thing. But I understand it’s relevance and significance, and accept it as punishment where it’s deemed fit.
After he’s gotten me to beg for him to stop and beg to be used by his wonderful cock, he proceeded to use my body and all available holes for his pleasure. Anal was particularly uncomfortable on this occasion due to my flogging, but even still, not quite as bad as when he took me from behind, his hips pounding my abused ass cheeks hard and fast with every thrust. We certainly didn’t “make love”, it was a “fuck” pure and simple. But still, I welcomed being used by his magnificent tool and giving him pleasure.
Onto Sunday morning, and the nightdress he pulled out from the dresser was blue and black, sheer in parts and lacy in others, my nipples just about visible through the lacy top, sheer at all other areas, and literally only just covering my ass and pussy in length. I put it on, added a pair of my highest heels as instructed, tied my hair up and put on a bit of lippy, so I looked presentable, but not over-done, as I was going out in my nightdress after all! I added my short tie-around-the-waist coat to my ensemble, before Master J removed the tie, gave me some money and sent me on my way. It was a five minute walk to the shop, my coat didn’t do up and the wind made it difficult for me to hold it shut. And once at the shop I had to let my coat go to pick up and pay for my items, giving the shopkeeper quite the shock as he stared at the scantily clad blonde in front of him as I forced a smile and handed over the money. I walked back home, still in the same predicament, only carrying a loaf of bread, a bottle of milk, and a newspaper (I was instructed not to get a bag), making it all the harder to hold my coat closed.
I received a few second glance looks and stares from the few people who were out as I walked what seemed like the longest road in the world to get home.
I was embarrassed by the situation, but the growing dampness between my legs showed my true colours. I couldn’t wait to get home and thank Master J for setting me such an exciting and exhilarating challenge! :-)
But I knew the coming week was going to be a bit of a challenge for me, although now instead of dreading it like I was kind of doing hours earlier, I could almost say I was looking forward to finding out what it may entail.
Tuesday, 30 October 2007
Leading by example, or setting a trend!?
It’s been about 9 months or so since I started the job I’m in now. I’ve always dressed in a way I’d hope would be called “sexy professional” – heels, skirts, stockings, sexy business suits etc. Of course, the nature of my relationship and Master J’s control over my wardrobe means that yes, sometimes my skirts are a little short, my heels are a little high, or my tops a little low cut or revealing. But that’s in the minority; I don’t dress slutty every day by any means, but I do like to dress “sexy” everyday, even if just a touch of sexiness in an otherwise very professional looking outfit.
Anyway, there are 7 women in my office, including myself, all in their 20’s or 30’s. When I started in this job, only one other girl, other than myself, wore heels on a semi regular basis (perhaps half the time), and one other wore heels on occasion, maybe once every couple of weeks.
As time went by, heels became a bit more sighted in the office – a few more girls wearing them on a few more days than they normally would.
Then one day last month, when I’d arrived first in the office, I saw everybody else arrive. One girl came in with heels on, then another came in with heels on, then another two. And by the time everybody was in, I realised that all 7 girls in the office, including myself, were wearing heels. And not just wearing any heels – all were about 4 inches in height, and one girl’s were closer to 5 inches, as they were clearly the same height as my heels that day.
So it made me wonder – have I been leading by example, or been setting a heel wearing fashion trend within my office? Have others seen the confident boost of sexiness that heels can give within me and jumped on my bandwagon? Do they just get annoyed by the attention I sometimes get and want some for themselves? Or maybe, they just couldn’t take me always being the tallest female in the office despite not actually being the tallest female in the office! Lol.
Who knows – just a strange observation I had that made me wonder if maybe I was setting some sort of a trend in the office.
The office observations will continue – what can I convert them to next… any ideas?? :-) lol
Blogslut xx
PS: I was only being sarcastically arrogant in this e-mail. I’m not trying to take all the credit for the way everybody dresses. Although I would like to hope that my wearing of heels on a regular basis did offer some encouragement to others and make it seem more okay to be wearing them, or even just putting it out there that dressing and feeling your best isn’t a crime, and something you can do for yourself and doesn’t necessarily have to be for anybody else.
Anyway, there are 7 women in my office, including myself, all in their 20’s or 30’s. When I started in this job, only one other girl, other than myself, wore heels on a semi regular basis (perhaps half the time), and one other wore heels on occasion, maybe once every couple of weeks.
As time went by, heels became a bit more sighted in the office – a few more girls wearing them on a few more days than they normally would.
Then one day last month, when I’d arrived first in the office, I saw everybody else arrive. One girl came in with heels on, then another came in with heels on, then another two. And by the time everybody was in, I realised that all 7 girls in the office, including myself, were wearing heels. And not just wearing any heels – all were about 4 inches in height, and one girl’s were closer to 5 inches, as they were clearly the same height as my heels that day.
So it made me wonder – have I been leading by example, or been setting a heel wearing fashion trend within my office? Have others seen the confident boost of sexiness that heels can give within me and jumped on my bandwagon? Do they just get annoyed by the attention I sometimes get and want some for themselves? Or maybe, they just couldn’t take me always being the tallest female in the office despite not actually being the tallest female in the office! Lol.
Who knows – just a strange observation I had that made me wonder if maybe I was setting some sort of a trend in the office.
The office observations will continue – what can I convert them to next… any ideas?? :-) lol
Blogslut xx
PS: I was only being sarcastically arrogant in this e-mail. I’m not trying to take all the credit for the way everybody dresses. Although I would like to hope that my wearing of heels on a regular basis did offer some encouragement to others and make it seem more okay to be wearing them, or even just putting it out there that dressing and feeling your best isn’t a crime, and something you can do for yourself and doesn’t necessarily have to be for anybody else.
Wednesday, 12 September 2007
Sex, Skirts, and Shopping...
So it has been a while since I blogged properly. I don’t really know what to talk about as I start this, so I’ll go through a few things and hopefully I’ll write enough to let me class this as a blog rather than a paragraph!!
A few weeks ago I went food shopping with J, and we were walking around the supermarket, which obviously sells a bit of everything, and not just food, when something on one display caught J’s eye and he diverted us over to it. It turned out to be the “Back to School” display, with childrens clothes and uniforms etc for the new school year. And this story isn’t going in the direction you think it is, trust me! Lol. No, he didn’t spot a sexy school uniform for me, he just saw a skirt that he liked the length of and went to take a look. Remember at this point it was just a glance and he didn’t realise it was the back to school section of the store. So we looked at the little skirt he saw, and looked for a size or age range on it… 4-5 years old it said!! I can see why the length appealed to him from a distant glance at all of the 10 or 11 inches that it was, but seriously, does anybody believe I can squeeze my arse into a skirt made for a 5 year old!?
But on the topic of skirts, Master J has developed quite the interest in skirts with splits as of late, and obviously his interests become my tasks! He has his phases of liking specific items of clothing, it was very short skirts a few months ago, but now he has a thing for the more demure slightly longer skirts, with splits that for brief moments probably flash more than the short skirts do anyway!
But the greatest thing about being a girl in a D/s relationship is, his interest in a certain type of clothing item means many shopping trips to go buy the types of clothing he wants. And most of the time, being the lovely, nice guy that he is, he even pays! So, in general he likes me to dress a certain way, but he likes me to dress nicely and look good, so we go shopping for clothes, underwear, shoes, or whatever. And then he gets his little ideas about certain types of clothes or shoes, or underwear, and that means more shopping trips!!
So it really is a win-win situation for me! How many other guys encourage their girlfriends shopping habits like this? The only requirement is that the clothing must meet his requirements, and he ultimately gets final say. A small price to pay really, in my opinion, and to be honest with you, if I went out to buy something and my partner said he wasn’t that keen on it, I probably wouldn’t buy it anyway (unless I really loved it), as I wouldn’t feel confident wearing it. How could I feel sexy on a dinner date if I knew my b/f didn’t like the dress I was wearing? So, all in all, what we do isn’t all that different to any couple really, we just look at it in a different way.
Anyway, back onto what I was originally talking about. Skirts with splits! Today as I write this, sat at my desk at work, I’m wearing a knee length skirt with a split all the way up at the back. I’ve been allowed to go without stockings to avoid the tops and my thigh above being on show pretty much most of the time, but my forfeit for that is that I’m also without panties. If I bend over just right, people can get a view of me that they never thought they’d get! I stayed at Master J’s house last night, and before leaving for work this morning, I spread my legs to just more than shoulder width apart and bent over and grabbed my ankles with my hands, as he instructed me to do, to show him how much was on display, and he must have liked what he saw as he waked over to me and without even moving my skirt out of the way he was able to enter me. He fucked me hard and fast, as I tried to maintain the position I was in, which was made impossible by the fact I had very high heels on as well.
Before he finished he pulled out and pushed me to my knees in front of him. I could tell what type of mood he was in, as when I opened my mouth to take him between my lips, instead of letting me have a bit of control and work him up into a frenzy, he took complete control from the get go and straight away pushed his entire length into my mouth and to the back of my throat. It wasn’t long before he came in my mouth and got me to swallow it all without missing a drop.
And then it was back to my feet, gave him a kiss, and then I was out of the door as I was now running a little late for work. I was still trying to fix my lipstick, which by this point was completely gone from my lips and was either around J’s cock or slightly smeared across my left cheek, as I pulled away in my car.
So that was the story of how I was 15 minutes late for work today! And my tasks for today is to bring myself to the brink of orgasm on the hour (or as close as), every hour, but never to take myself over the edge. Obviously, a good subslut should always have permission before she allows herself to cum. ;-p
Anyway, that’s all for now, have a great day, and I’ll hopefully be back in a few days or so with more stories, adventures, or just general random chit-chat!
Blogslut xx
A few weeks ago I went food shopping with J, and we were walking around the supermarket, which obviously sells a bit of everything, and not just food, when something on one display caught J’s eye and he diverted us over to it. It turned out to be the “Back to School” display, with childrens clothes and uniforms etc for the new school year. And this story isn’t going in the direction you think it is, trust me! Lol. No, he didn’t spot a sexy school uniform for me, he just saw a skirt that he liked the length of and went to take a look. Remember at this point it was just a glance and he didn’t realise it was the back to school section of the store. So we looked at the little skirt he saw, and looked for a size or age range on it… 4-5 years old it said!! I can see why the length appealed to him from a distant glance at all of the 10 or 11 inches that it was, but seriously, does anybody believe I can squeeze my arse into a skirt made for a 5 year old!?
But on the topic of skirts, Master J has developed quite the interest in skirts with splits as of late, and obviously his interests become my tasks! He has his phases of liking specific items of clothing, it was very short skirts a few months ago, but now he has a thing for the more demure slightly longer skirts, with splits that for brief moments probably flash more than the short skirts do anyway!
But the greatest thing about being a girl in a D/s relationship is, his interest in a certain type of clothing item means many shopping trips to go buy the types of clothing he wants. And most of the time, being the lovely, nice guy that he is, he even pays! So, in general he likes me to dress a certain way, but he likes me to dress nicely and look good, so we go shopping for clothes, underwear, shoes, or whatever. And then he gets his little ideas about certain types of clothes or shoes, or underwear, and that means more shopping trips!!
So it really is a win-win situation for me! How many other guys encourage their girlfriends shopping habits like this? The only requirement is that the clothing must meet his requirements, and he ultimately gets final say. A small price to pay really, in my opinion, and to be honest with you, if I went out to buy something and my partner said he wasn’t that keen on it, I probably wouldn’t buy it anyway (unless I really loved it), as I wouldn’t feel confident wearing it. How could I feel sexy on a dinner date if I knew my b/f didn’t like the dress I was wearing? So, all in all, what we do isn’t all that different to any couple really, we just look at it in a different way.
Anyway, back onto what I was originally talking about. Skirts with splits! Today as I write this, sat at my desk at work, I’m wearing a knee length skirt with a split all the way up at the back. I’ve been allowed to go without stockings to avoid the tops and my thigh above being on show pretty much most of the time, but my forfeit for that is that I’m also without panties. If I bend over just right, people can get a view of me that they never thought they’d get! I stayed at Master J’s house last night, and before leaving for work this morning, I spread my legs to just more than shoulder width apart and bent over and grabbed my ankles with my hands, as he instructed me to do, to show him how much was on display, and he must have liked what he saw as he waked over to me and without even moving my skirt out of the way he was able to enter me. He fucked me hard and fast, as I tried to maintain the position I was in, which was made impossible by the fact I had very high heels on as well.
Before he finished he pulled out and pushed me to my knees in front of him. I could tell what type of mood he was in, as when I opened my mouth to take him between my lips, instead of letting me have a bit of control and work him up into a frenzy, he took complete control from the get go and straight away pushed his entire length into my mouth and to the back of my throat. It wasn’t long before he came in my mouth and got me to swallow it all without missing a drop.
And then it was back to my feet, gave him a kiss, and then I was out of the door as I was now running a little late for work. I was still trying to fix my lipstick, which by this point was completely gone from my lips and was either around J’s cock or slightly smeared across my left cheek, as I pulled away in my car.
So that was the story of how I was 15 minutes late for work today! And my tasks for today is to bring myself to the brink of orgasm on the hour (or as close as), every hour, but never to take myself over the edge. Obviously, a good subslut should always have permission before she allows herself to cum. ;-p
Anyway, that’s all for now, have a great day, and I’ll hopefully be back in a few days or so with more stories, adventures, or just general random chit-chat!
Blogslut xx
Monday, 3 September 2007
Randomness
I’m fast approaching being a part of the blogging community for about 16 weeks now, and this will only be my 7th blog. So much for my regular blogging schedule, shame on me!!
Well to catch you all up with me as I haven’t been around for a while.
You may remember a couple of months back I wrote a blog entry called “exam fever” as I was in the middle of my exams. Well, I got my results a week or so ago and I passed!! Yay me! I’m all done with study for the time being now, until I decide to further myself again!
Not much else has happened in the past month or so. Been very busy with dull, dull work! Very over-worked at the moment due to a general hectic work schedule in general, and work piling in, people leaving so temporary handovers taking place, which means even more work piling in. For those who don’t know… I’m a part qualified accountant. Yep, now you all realise why my work is dull!
But in all seriousness, at times I do really enjoy what I do, and I love the mental challenges it brings, especially when things turn out well and all my hard work has paid off and I can see the positive results. But it gets tiresome sometimes, with office politics and the long hours that I don’t get paid for, and the feeling of being overworked and under-appreciated.
It makes me wonder, and I’ve been thinking a bit about this lately, would I just be better off and more satisfied on a personal level if I were to pack in the life of an office worker and go back to the floaty life of waitressing and bar work??
They both have the positive and negative points.
For waitressing, it’s shift work, which can be annoying, but also good. It’s also a lot of evenings, which is also on the fence as it loses my evenings but gains me my daytimes. But I love the interaction with people, the opportunities to be a bit flirty, the sexier outfits (sometimes, when a uniform isn’t worn) etc. I don’t like the uncertainty over hours that I used to get sometimes, where I may work 40 hours one week and only 30 the next. I certainly don’t like the way it doesn’t even really cover my bills even with the higher hours though!!
As for my office life as an accountant, I work similar hours to J, so we get to spend more time together. I quite like the routine of 9-5, not having to an evening one day and an afternoon the next, which messes with my body clock. I like the sexy-smart professional look I have to try to achieve. I don’t like the increased stress or the overly hard work. But I do like the money, which is more than double my old waitressing / barwork salary, and is nice and even, the same amount every month. And perhaps more than anything else, I like having the chance to use my brain, to show my intelligence and to be challenged from an intellectual point of view.
I probably don’t need anybody to answer this for me, I’m going to choose the position of status and financial well-being 99 times out of 100. It’s what I’ve worked for throughout the last 5+ years. But I just can’t help feel that sometimes I think I like myself better, even if just a little, when I’m not in the full-time hustle bustle of the 9-5 office job!
Anyway, that’s enough of my rant for today. Going to try and keep on top of my blog from now on. Maybe I’ll post more shorter entries with the occasional longer entry in order to keep the flow. It’s quite hard to write every few days when you write as much as I often do in these blogs!!
Bye for now, see you all again very soon! :-)
Blogslut xx
Well to catch you all up with me as I haven’t been around for a while.
You may remember a couple of months back I wrote a blog entry called “exam fever” as I was in the middle of my exams. Well, I got my results a week or so ago and I passed!! Yay me! I’m all done with study for the time being now, until I decide to further myself again!
Not much else has happened in the past month or so. Been very busy with dull, dull work! Very over-worked at the moment due to a general hectic work schedule in general, and work piling in, people leaving so temporary handovers taking place, which means even more work piling in. For those who don’t know… I’m a part qualified accountant. Yep, now you all realise why my work is dull!
But in all seriousness, at times I do really enjoy what I do, and I love the mental challenges it brings, especially when things turn out well and all my hard work has paid off and I can see the positive results. But it gets tiresome sometimes, with office politics and the long hours that I don’t get paid for, and the feeling of being overworked and under-appreciated.
It makes me wonder, and I’ve been thinking a bit about this lately, would I just be better off and more satisfied on a personal level if I were to pack in the life of an office worker and go back to the floaty life of waitressing and bar work??
They both have the positive and negative points.
For waitressing, it’s shift work, which can be annoying, but also good. It’s also a lot of evenings, which is also on the fence as it loses my evenings but gains me my daytimes. But I love the interaction with people, the opportunities to be a bit flirty, the sexier outfits (sometimes, when a uniform isn’t worn) etc. I don’t like the uncertainty over hours that I used to get sometimes, where I may work 40 hours one week and only 30 the next. I certainly don’t like the way it doesn’t even really cover my bills even with the higher hours though!!
As for my office life as an accountant, I work similar hours to J, so we get to spend more time together. I quite like the routine of 9-5, not having to an evening one day and an afternoon the next, which messes with my body clock. I like the sexy-smart professional look I have to try to achieve. I don’t like the increased stress or the overly hard work. But I do like the money, which is more than double my old waitressing / barwork salary, and is nice and even, the same amount every month. And perhaps more than anything else, I like having the chance to use my brain, to show my intelligence and to be challenged from an intellectual point of view.
I probably don’t need anybody to answer this for me, I’m going to choose the position of status and financial well-being 99 times out of 100. It’s what I’ve worked for throughout the last 5+ years. But I just can’t help feel that sometimes I think I like myself better, even if just a little, when I’m not in the full-time hustle bustle of the 9-5 office job!
Anyway, that’s enough of my rant for today. Going to try and keep on top of my blog from now on. Maybe I’ll post more shorter entries with the occasional longer entry in order to keep the flow. It’s quite hard to write every few days when you write as much as I often do in these blogs!!
Bye for now, see you all again very soon! :-)
Blogslut xx
Friday, 27 July 2007
New beginnings...
The story of how I met Master J… Or the story of how a 51 year old pulled a 24 year old as he prefers to refer to it!! :-p
To take you right back to our first meeting, which was several weeks before we became an item, it was way back in October of last year. I was taking a break from the toil and trouble of office work and accounting after leaving my long-term temp job in the summer. So I was working in a bar a short drive from my house, in a student type area of the city.
It was in October, as I said, that a mysterious older gentleman came in for a few drinks on one of our non-student evenings. I say a non-student evening as I doubt he would have come in if it was one of our designated student nights! Lol. The bar is in an area with a few student bars around, so we all had a couple of dedicated student nights, with special drinks offers, and louder music, and then on some of the other nights, when the other bars had their more popular student nights, instead of competing for what is technically a large yet limited (and financially lacking) audience, we would quieten things down and tailor ourselves to the non-student area of the community. Frankly, I preferred these nights, quieter, less work, less guys making drunken passes at me, and frankly, better tips! Lol
Note – to the non UK readership who may not understand the British student culture – the legal drinking age in the UK is 18, and the 18-21 year old university students often just go to Uni to get drunk seven nights a week rather than do any study whatsoever. The bars then play to this with cheap (yet often watered down) drinks promotions to encourage them and the binge drinking culture of the country!
So, it was a quieter night, a Wednesday I am told, although I wouldn’t have remembered that myself (spankings for blogslut coming up very soon I think!! :-/ lol), and J came in for a drink with a couple of friends, and it didn’t take him long to notice the stunningly beautiful blonde bombshell behind the bar! ;-p Luckily, her shift finished soon after and mine started! Hehe.
But in all seriousness, he claims he noticed me and thought there was something about me in the early minutes of walking into the bar. He came up and chatted to me whilst ordering some drinks at some point, and amazingly I do actually remember chatting to him that first night, which is shocking as I’d meet dozens of people each night when working there. (Does that get me off the hook from my spankings? No? Good, I was looking forward to them!! ;-p hehe).
I remember him looking sexy and suave in his sophisticated way, wearing a nice suit, with a casual shirt and no tie. And I remember his confident demeanour. And more than all of that, probably why I remembered talking with him, I remember his polite and fairly intellectual small talk, I remember him making eye contact, and I remember him complimenting me without looking at my chest. He complimented my high heel footwear, saying something along the lines of “you’re on your feet all night and yet you still have the capacity to look great in heels. I like your style!” He grinned as he walked away with his drinks. His comment was certainly different to the usual comments I often got at the bar – and it got my submissive butterflies fluttering a little, I must admit, probably as the start of my submissive tendencies years previously is what drove me to wear heels on a much more regular basis. His comment must have struck a chord though, to the point where a while later, when I noticed their glasses getting empty, I walked over to their table – clicking in my heels – to take their next order and then to take their drinks over to them. That’s not really standard practice where I worked, unless it was very, very quiet.
After this, he became a more regular frequenter of the establishment. An evening or two during the quieter weekday periods, coming in every so often during the early afternoon for a spot of lunch. We often chatted during his visits, especially when it was quiet, during the daytime, or when he came in by himself and just sat at the bar for an hour or so. It was like dating without the dates!
We found ourselves getting along very well, not to mention flirting quite heavily with each other. And he always complimented me on how I looked, or the way I was dressed. And I very much enjoyed the attention from this older, sophisticated, confident, and genuinely sexy man. After a couple of weeks when we started to learn each others schedules – he knew when I’d be at work so he could time his visits to see me, and I began to learn which days he might come in – I started to dress my best on the off chance he may come in. My best high heel shoes, during our flirty chats he mentioned how he adored women in stockings, so they became a staple of my attire on days I may see him too (even though he may never know – it was just my little sexy secret!), my tops and skirts would be sexy but classy, and my hair and make up would be done to the best of my ability.
After quite a few weeks of flirting, we got to the point where we knew things might end up going farther, so our chats became a little more personal, he’d ask what I was wearing under my top and skirt, and I’d tell him, without lying as I’d generally be wearing sexy underwear – which I do when I’m around guys I like, even if I have no intention of letting them see it! He loved me telling him about my stockings.
He then asked me if I owned a pair of seamed stockings – I was still playing the coy, hard to get angle, so I didn’t give him a straight answer, but he knew the answer was yes. So he told me he’d be in the next evening, and that I should wear them for him. The fact he said “for him” drove me wild with a secret excitement. And needless to say, I did as he asked – yes, we weren’t even an item yet and I was dressing to his request… and loving it!
So that next evening, he came in for a drink as he said he would, and I was wearing my seams, as he knew I would be. As he ordered his drink, and I turned around to get a glass, he glanced down and noticed my legwear. As I turned back, he looked at me with a grin and asked if they were stockings. I replied “what do you think”. To which he then said he wouldn’t know until he saw proof. He stared at me as my heart began to pound in my chest, I knew what he wanted me to do. “Show me” he stated. I looked at him and looked down, then looked at him, then looked all around. I had on a tight fitting knee length skirt, so what he wanted wasn’t an easy task to do in a bar. I signalled him to come around the side where there were less people, and he did, and as we both got there, I hiked my skirt up a little to reveal some stocking top and a glimpse of thigh. He smiled his infectious smile and rhetorically said “beautiful… you are a good girl aren’t you?”
About an hour later he was heading off, but not before he had another little request for me. “I’ll be in for lunch on Sunday” he said. “Feels like a short black dress and fishnet stockings kind of day to me!” he didn’t let me respond, he just said goodbye and walked away.
The feeling of that day, wearing something at his request, and flashing my stocking tops to him, meant that there wasn’t any real doubt in my mind that I’d adhere to his request.
So on that Sunday, I wore a short button up dress with fishnet stockings to work, and awaited his arrival. Early afternoon he came in, with a friend, for lunch. They sat down at a table, and it was fairly quiet, so to avoid anybody else serving them, I made a beeline for their table. We smiled at each other, and he looked at my attire approvingly, but we didn’t particularly chat as his friend was there with him. After I’d been to their table a few times to take them their drinks and food orders, they’d finished and his friend got up to go to the facilities. He signalled me over, and our first flirty chat of the day began. He complimented my outfit, and asked if I’d prove my full adherement as I had done last time. I flashed him again, this time much easier with the shorter, looser skirt. He smiled his validating smile, and as he saw his friend returning, he just placed a business card on the table and said “let me know where to pick you up from tomorrow at 7”. He stood up and left with a smile as I smiled back and picked up his card.
His confidence and presumptuous nature could have been considered a turn off, but not in this instance, not with him, it just seemed fitting, it seemed right, and his gentle but dominant tone didn’t make it seem cocky or arrogant in any way whatsoever.
I waited until the early afternoon of the next day to contact him (I didn’t want to seem too eager) – a text message giving him my address to pick me up from. A text message returned from him. “Something tight and short, black stockings, your highest heels” was all it read. It was all he needed to say to be honest, he had me in the palm of his hand already. It was funny how we’d never outright discussed D/s things, we had skirted around the issue, but nevertheless, we both seemingly knew the direction our relationship would be heading down.
And without going into full details of every date we had since then – that is pretty much the story of how Master J and I met, and how our relationship came about. Quite shocking that it wasn;t through a web-site really, although maybe I’m just a lucky one, as my main two bdsm / D/s relationships/experiences have come via real-life meets that just developed that way. All my online experiences were short, and more play-like rather than relationship-like.
Take care everybody – and have a great weekend. :-)
To take you right back to our first meeting, which was several weeks before we became an item, it was way back in October of last year. I was taking a break from the toil and trouble of office work and accounting after leaving my long-term temp job in the summer. So I was working in a bar a short drive from my house, in a student type area of the city.
It was in October, as I said, that a mysterious older gentleman came in for a few drinks on one of our non-student evenings. I say a non-student evening as I doubt he would have come in if it was one of our designated student nights! Lol. The bar is in an area with a few student bars around, so we all had a couple of dedicated student nights, with special drinks offers, and louder music, and then on some of the other nights, when the other bars had their more popular student nights, instead of competing for what is technically a large yet limited (and financially lacking) audience, we would quieten things down and tailor ourselves to the non-student area of the community. Frankly, I preferred these nights, quieter, less work, less guys making drunken passes at me, and frankly, better tips! Lol
Note – to the non UK readership who may not understand the British student culture – the legal drinking age in the UK is 18, and the 18-21 year old university students often just go to Uni to get drunk seven nights a week rather than do any study whatsoever. The bars then play to this with cheap (yet often watered down) drinks promotions to encourage them and the binge drinking culture of the country!
So, it was a quieter night, a Wednesday I am told, although I wouldn’t have remembered that myself (spankings for blogslut coming up very soon I think!! :-/ lol), and J came in for a drink with a couple of friends, and it didn’t take him long to notice the stunningly beautiful blonde bombshell behind the bar! ;-p Luckily, her shift finished soon after and mine started! Hehe.
But in all seriousness, he claims he noticed me and thought there was something about me in the early minutes of walking into the bar. He came up and chatted to me whilst ordering some drinks at some point, and amazingly I do actually remember chatting to him that first night, which is shocking as I’d meet dozens of people each night when working there. (Does that get me off the hook from my spankings? No? Good, I was looking forward to them!! ;-p hehe).
I remember him looking sexy and suave in his sophisticated way, wearing a nice suit, with a casual shirt and no tie. And I remember his confident demeanour. And more than all of that, probably why I remembered talking with him, I remember his polite and fairly intellectual small talk, I remember him making eye contact, and I remember him complimenting me without looking at my chest. He complimented my high heel footwear, saying something along the lines of “you’re on your feet all night and yet you still have the capacity to look great in heels. I like your style!” He grinned as he walked away with his drinks. His comment was certainly different to the usual comments I often got at the bar – and it got my submissive butterflies fluttering a little, I must admit, probably as the start of my submissive tendencies years previously is what drove me to wear heels on a much more regular basis. His comment must have struck a chord though, to the point where a while later, when I noticed their glasses getting empty, I walked over to their table – clicking in my heels – to take their next order and then to take their drinks over to them. That’s not really standard practice where I worked, unless it was very, very quiet.
After this, he became a more regular frequenter of the establishment. An evening or two during the quieter weekday periods, coming in every so often during the early afternoon for a spot of lunch. We often chatted during his visits, especially when it was quiet, during the daytime, or when he came in by himself and just sat at the bar for an hour or so. It was like dating without the dates!
We found ourselves getting along very well, not to mention flirting quite heavily with each other. And he always complimented me on how I looked, or the way I was dressed. And I very much enjoyed the attention from this older, sophisticated, confident, and genuinely sexy man. After a couple of weeks when we started to learn each others schedules – he knew when I’d be at work so he could time his visits to see me, and I began to learn which days he might come in – I started to dress my best on the off chance he may come in. My best high heel shoes, during our flirty chats he mentioned how he adored women in stockings, so they became a staple of my attire on days I may see him too (even though he may never know – it was just my little sexy secret!), my tops and skirts would be sexy but classy, and my hair and make up would be done to the best of my ability.
After quite a few weeks of flirting, we got to the point where we knew things might end up going farther, so our chats became a little more personal, he’d ask what I was wearing under my top and skirt, and I’d tell him, without lying as I’d generally be wearing sexy underwear – which I do when I’m around guys I like, even if I have no intention of letting them see it! He loved me telling him about my stockings.
He then asked me if I owned a pair of seamed stockings – I was still playing the coy, hard to get angle, so I didn’t give him a straight answer, but he knew the answer was yes. So he told me he’d be in the next evening, and that I should wear them for him. The fact he said “for him” drove me wild with a secret excitement. And needless to say, I did as he asked – yes, we weren’t even an item yet and I was dressing to his request… and loving it!
So that next evening, he came in for a drink as he said he would, and I was wearing my seams, as he knew I would be. As he ordered his drink, and I turned around to get a glass, he glanced down and noticed my legwear. As I turned back, he looked at me with a grin and asked if they were stockings. I replied “what do you think”. To which he then said he wouldn’t know until he saw proof. He stared at me as my heart began to pound in my chest, I knew what he wanted me to do. “Show me” he stated. I looked at him and looked down, then looked at him, then looked all around. I had on a tight fitting knee length skirt, so what he wanted wasn’t an easy task to do in a bar. I signalled him to come around the side where there were less people, and he did, and as we both got there, I hiked my skirt up a little to reveal some stocking top and a glimpse of thigh. He smiled his infectious smile and rhetorically said “beautiful… you are a good girl aren’t you?”
About an hour later he was heading off, but not before he had another little request for me. “I’ll be in for lunch on Sunday” he said. “Feels like a short black dress and fishnet stockings kind of day to me!” he didn’t let me respond, he just said goodbye and walked away.
The feeling of that day, wearing something at his request, and flashing my stocking tops to him, meant that there wasn’t any real doubt in my mind that I’d adhere to his request.
So on that Sunday, I wore a short button up dress with fishnet stockings to work, and awaited his arrival. Early afternoon he came in, with a friend, for lunch. They sat down at a table, and it was fairly quiet, so to avoid anybody else serving them, I made a beeline for their table. We smiled at each other, and he looked at my attire approvingly, but we didn’t particularly chat as his friend was there with him. After I’d been to their table a few times to take them their drinks and food orders, they’d finished and his friend got up to go to the facilities. He signalled me over, and our first flirty chat of the day began. He complimented my outfit, and asked if I’d prove my full adherement as I had done last time. I flashed him again, this time much easier with the shorter, looser skirt. He smiled his validating smile, and as he saw his friend returning, he just placed a business card on the table and said “let me know where to pick you up from tomorrow at 7”. He stood up and left with a smile as I smiled back and picked up his card.
His confidence and presumptuous nature could have been considered a turn off, but not in this instance, not with him, it just seemed fitting, it seemed right, and his gentle but dominant tone didn’t make it seem cocky or arrogant in any way whatsoever.
I waited until the early afternoon of the next day to contact him (I didn’t want to seem too eager) – a text message giving him my address to pick me up from. A text message returned from him. “Something tight and short, black stockings, your highest heels” was all it read. It was all he needed to say to be honest, he had me in the palm of his hand already. It was funny how we’d never outright discussed D/s things, we had skirted around the issue, but nevertheless, we both seemingly knew the direction our relationship would be heading down.
And without going into full details of every date we had since then – that is pretty much the story of how Master J and I met, and how our relationship came about. Quite shocking that it wasn;t through a web-site really, although maybe I’m just a lucky one, as my main two bdsm / D/s relationships/experiences have come via real-life meets that just developed that way. All my online experiences were short, and more play-like rather than relationship-like.
Take care everybody – and have a great weekend. :-)
Tuesday, 17 July 2007
The Saturday Night Waitress
Hi everybody,
Apologies for the lack of blogs in the past week or so. Been a bit snowed under with work – but never fear, during those absent weeks of no blogs I will still be around, reading and commenting on others! :-)
A bit annoyed with myself at the moment, I wrote this whole blog out yesterday and then accidentally closed my window and lost it all. :-( Hopefully I’ll remember what I wrote and can be as inciteful and as witty as I was the first time around!! Lol
So, last time I said that I was going to talk about the “special treat Saturday” that Master J gave to me a few weeks back, so that is what the plan is today…
It was the week after my exams, so I had been a little “away from the scene” for a week or two, so I was very much looking forward to a good play/scene day, and I know J wanted to test my limits and boundaries and push me a little, test my submissiveness and obedience now that I was “back”.
Just to forewarn you about the rest of this entry though – I may flit between current and past events, depending on where my mind wanders as I write.
So I arrived at J’s house around lunchtime, and we had a fairly long play session during the afternoon, mainly involving me being tied to the bed whilst receiving what seemed like an endless amount of pleasure from his body and from various toys he chose to use upon me. Pleasure to the point where it became almost torturous.
Now under normal circumstances, this would purely be the basis for this entire blog entry, and I would go into much more detail. But this is just a blog entry, and not a book, so I have to cut it short as it’s not the part that I’m finding myself more inclined to write about today.
So after this torturous amount of pleasure, J stated that he had evening plans as a few of the guys were coming around for some drinks, a bite to eat, and maybe a movie or a few hands of cards, depending where the mood took everybody. “Okay” I thought, this was my cue to leave and let him get on with his evening. I was mentally preparing myself, getting out of slut mode, and ready to go home and back to “normality”, whatever that is!
“So we’d better get you ready, my slut. You’ll be our waitress for the evening!” he then said. His words both excited and scared me if I’m to be honest. Excited because it is a huge fantasy of mine to be a submissive and slutty waitress at the beck and call of a group of guys. Scared because I didn’t really know what was in store for me – me dressed up, a group of guys, would this turn into a gangbang or something? Was I ready for that?
To sum me up for those who don’t know me, which is pretty much everybody reading this, I’d like to think of myself as a good and obedient subslut – one on one I’m incredibly open minded, I am happy to serve by doing a large range of tasks that may border on embarrassment, humiliation, making me feel uncomfortable or awkward, and those tasks could be either public or private. I love that secret “owned” feeling that only other submissive people will ever really understand. However, when it comes to being shared, to giving myself to somebody other than my partner, whether it be at his request or not, I do have some issues. I’ve experimented lightly with this in the past, but nothing major. I don’t really know where the issues come from, and I would like to get over them at least to some degree – especially as I know J would like me to be more available to his desires in this way. But things take time.
Luckily, Master J isn’t an evil person, and is very sensitive to my wishes and boundaries. So this was never an issue. He explained the situation of my role in what was to happen, and set my outfit for the evening. I was to wear a pair of black fully fashioned seamed stockings, a black suspender (garter) belt, black 5” high heel shoes, and an incredibly small white lacy apron type thing that tied around my waist and only covered (although only just) my front lower half. No underwear as I was still earning back the luxury of underwear at this point. And my role would be to serve J and five of his more open minded, okay with his dominant lifestyle, friends. To be at their beck and call for all non-sexual requirements for the entire evening, but to be as slutty and sexual as possible whilst doing it.
So that was my Saturday evening task.
It just reminded me of an idea, or perhaps more of a wondering, that I once had though. I’ve just always wondered if there was a niche in the market for a group of sluttily or kinkily dressed attractive women to serve as professional party waitresses. Maybe I’m behind the times, maybe this already happens, I don’t know, just a weird wondering of my mind as I’ve done a lot of waitress work – regular waitress work I might add – in the past. Worked through Uni doing bar and waitress work, and anytime I’m between jobs it’s always something I can go back to and have a lot of fun with. Bar and waitressing work is actually an incredibly good job for a submissive or slightly exhibitionistic female for all the obvious reasons. Which reminds me, I should probably talk about how J and I first met, which was when I was working at a bar several months ago as I was taking a break from the dull and often oppressive world of office work. I’ll tell you all about that in a near future blog – I promise!
Back on topic - so that was our evening, I served them all for a few hours, bringing out the wine, the snacks, doing my sexiest walk as I walked by, lots of bending over, more than my fair share of leaning across people with my ample breasts and erect nipples dangerously close to their faces. Nothing overly new, in past work experiences I’ve done similar things – although usually with a few more items of clothing on. A girl’s got to earn her tips somehow!! ;-p
Everyone seemed to have a good time, a good laugh, and there were some definite trouser bulges and guys slipping away for a few minutes, which was an added thrill for me. Afterwards, myself and J discussed how the evening went, and which, if any, of my pre-conceived boundaries I felt more of a desire to cross, and which ones he’d particularly like to see me cross. The overall feeling of both of us was that we’d both may have been comfortable if things had gone a bit further – anywhere from just me performing things on him for the others viewing pleasure, to maybe getting the others involved to some degree, to me perhaps being at their disposal for more than just non-sexual requirements.
Master J has noted our discussion, and how he proceeds with that information is his choice now, I just have to be prepared for the fact that I’ve willingly agreed to go further. Will I regret that decision, or will it open up a whole new array of pleasurable possibilities? I can’t even tell you the answer to that one, so I will have to wait and see, and I will let you all know when I do!
That’s about it for today, I just want to thank everybody for all the comments you have left me on previous blogs, and also for the e-mails I’ve received. We do respond to all e-mails we get, and if you want a response from a specific one of us (either me or J), you can ask and we will do our best. So keep the e-mails coming, from words of encouragement, to general chat, to requests or suggestions, or whatever is on your mind. The addy is blogslut13@yahoo.co.uk as per usual. Also, commenting (anonymous and otherwise) is now enabled, or should be, sorry that this wasn't the case before - a settings mix up!
Bye for now. Blogslut xx
Apologies for the lack of blogs in the past week or so. Been a bit snowed under with work – but never fear, during those absent weeks of no blogs I will still be around, reading and commenting on others! :-)
A bit annoyed with myself at the moment, I wrote this whole blog out yesterday and then accidentally closed my window and lost it all. :-( Hopefully I’ll remember what I wrote and can be as inciteful and as witty as I was the first time around!! Lol
So, last time I said that I was going to talk about the “special treat Saturday” that Master J gave to me a few weeks back, so that is what the plan is today…
It was the week after my exams, so I had been a little “away from the scene” for a week or two, so I was very much looking forward to a good play/scene day, and I know J wanted to test my limits and boundaries and push me a little, test my submissiveness and obedience now that I was “back”.
Just to forewarn you about the rest of this entry though – I may flit between current and past events, depending on where my mind wanders as I write.
So I arrived at J’s house around lunchtime, and we had a fairly long play session during the afternoon, mainly involving me being tied to the bed whilst receiving what seemed like an endless amount of pleasure from his body and from various toys he chose to use upon me. Pleasure to the point where it became almost torturous.
Now under normal circumstances, this would purely be the basis for this entire blog entry, and I would go into much more detail. But this is just a blog entry, and not a book, so I have to cut it short as it’s not the part that I’m finding myself more inclined to write about today.
So after this torturous amount of pleasure, J stated that he had evening plans as a few of the guys were coming around for some drinks, a bite to eat, and maybe a movie or a few hands of cards, depending where the mood took everybody. “Okay” I thought, this was my cue to leave and let him get on with his evening. I was mentally preparing myself, getting out of slut mode, and ready to go home and back to “normality”, whatever that is!
“So we’d better get you ready, my slut. You’ll be our waitress for the evening!” he then said. His words both excited and scared me if I’m to be honest. Excited because it is a huge fantasy of mine to be a submissive and slutty waitress at the beck and call of a group of guys. Scared because I didn’t really know what was in store for me – me dressed up, a group of guys, would this turn into a gangbang or something? Was I ready for that?
To sum me up for those who don’t know me, which is pretty much everybody reading this, I’d like to think of myself as a good and obedient subslut – one on one I’m incredibly open minded, I am happy to serve by doing a large range of tasks that may border on embarrassment, humiliation, making me feel uncomfortable or awkward, and those tasks could be either public or private. I love that secret “owned” feeling that only other submissive people will ever really understand. However, when it comes to being shared, to giving myself to somebody other than my partner, whether it be at his request or not, I do have some issues. I’ve experimented lightly with this in the past, but nothing major. I don’t really know where the issues come from, and I would like to get over them at least to some degree – especially as I know J would like me to be more available to his desires in this way. But things take time.
Luckily, Master J isn’t an evil person, and is very sensitive to my wishes and boundaries. So this was never an issue. He explained the situation of my role in what was to happen, and set my outfit for the evening. I was to wear a pair of black fully fashioned seamed stockings, a black suspender (garter) belt, black 5” high heel shoes, and an incredibly small white lacy apron type thing that tied around my waist and only covered (although only just) my front lower half. No underwear as I was still earning back the luxury of underwear at this point. And my role would be to serve J and five of his more open minded, okay with his dominant lifestyle, friends. To be at their beck and call for all non-sexual requirements for the entire evening, but to be as slutty and sexual as possible whilst doing it.
So that was my Saturday evening task.
It just reminded me of an idea, or perhaps more of a wondering, that I once had though. I’ve just always wondered if there was a niche in the market for a group of sluttily or kinkily dressed attractive women to serve as professional party waitresses. Maybe I’m behind the times, maybe this already happens, I don’t know, just a weird wondering of my mind as I’ve done a lot of waitress work – regular waitress work I might add – in the past. Worked through Uni doing bar and waitress work, and anytime I’m between jobs it’s always something I can go back to and have a lot of fun with. Bar and waitressing work is actually an incredibly good job for a submissive or slightly exhibitionistic female for all the obvious reasons. Which reminds me, I should probably talk about how J and I first met, which was when I was working at a bar several months ago as I was taking a break from the dull and often oppressive world of office work. I’ll tell you all about that in a near future blog – I promise!
Back on topic - so that was our evening, I served them all for a few hours, bringing out the wine, the snacks, doing my sexiest walk as I walked by, lots of bending over, more than my fair share of leaning across people with my ample breasts and erect nipples dangerously close to their faces. Nothing overly new, in past work experiences I’ve done similar things – although usually with a few more items of clothing on. A girl’s got to earn her tips somehow!! ;-p
Everyone seemed to have a good time, a good laugh, and there were some definite trouser bulges and guys slipping away for a few minutes, which was an added thrill for me. Afterwards, myself and J discussed how the evening went, and which, if any, of my pre-conceived boundaries I felt more of a desire to cross, and which ones he’d particularly like to see me cross. The overall feeling of both of us was that we’d both may have been comfortable if things had gone a bit further – anywhere from just me performing things on him for the others viewing pleasure, to maybe getting the others involved to some degree, to me perhaps being at their disposal for more than just non-sexual requirements.
Master J has noted our discussion, and how he proceeds with that information is his choice now, I just have to be prepared for the fact that I’ve willingly agreed to go further. Will I regret that decision, or will it open up a whole new array of pleasurable possibilities? I can’t even tell you the answer to that one, so I will have to wait and see, and I will let you all know when I do!
That’s about it for today, I just want to thank everybody for all the comments you have left me on previous blogs, and also for the e-mails I’ve received. We do respond to all e-mails we get, and if you want a response from a specific one of us (either me or J), you can ask and we will do our best. So keep the e-mails coming, from words of encouragement, to general chat, to requests or suggestions, or whatever is on your mind. The addy is blogslut13@yahoo.co.uk as per usual. Also, commenting (anonymous and otherwise) is now enabled, or should be, sorry that this wasn't the case before - a settings mix up!
Bye for now. Blogslut xx
Saturday, 30 June 2007
Dress Code
An interesting topic (to me at least) is the basis of this blog, followed by a story of my week.
The interesting topic – Dress Code. And I’m not talking uniforms (lets save that topic for another day!! Hehe).
As a submissive female in a somewhat D/s relationship, I have a general dress code set for me by Master J. I’d be interested to hear what others feel about this topic – do others have a general dress code, or is the only basis to their “clothing choice” task activities the more specific and random choice of outfit for a certain day or occasion??
For me, every day that I get dressed, Master J is in my thoughts – this is the reason, from his point of view, for having this situation. I should always have the onus of feeling owned – to a degree – in my mind and in my thoughts.
I emphasise “to a degree”, because I don’t want to come across to people as a doormat. I’m not. I have my own mind, I know my own mind, I will stand my ground for what I believe, when our lives exit “the scene”, we mentally challenge each other, it’s one of the reasons we work so well I think.
Anyway – back on topic. Dress code. The “rules” of my attire, unless specifically requested to wear a certain thing or have tasks that require certain items of clothing, are:-
For work, or for going out anywhere really, a skirt or dress must be worn at least 3 out of 5 days (for working week illustrations), and on those days, stockings must also be worn. (J is a big fan of stockings). On days I choose to wear trousers, I must wear a more low cut or revealing top. And for footwear, I should always wear high heels of at least 4 inches, and I must wear 5 inch heels at least 2 days a week.
Any deviations from this must be agreed with Master J beforehand if possible. With the exception of circumstances when heeled footwear is completely inappropriate for what I am doing that day. And any requests for deviations will usually be met with alternative requirements to make up for it.
And yes, I probably do have a reputation at work of being a slightly slutty dresser – but frankly, who cares, it doesn’t affect my job, nobody (especially the guys) has any real complaints about my clothing, and more importantly, I actually like how I dress – whether I dress for me or dress for J, I like it dammit, and that’s what is really important, isn’t it?
Moving on, all of that was just explaining my usual attire before talking about my attire for this week, so it was more in context.
This past week, Master J decided that things should be raised to a slightly higher level due to the lack of tasks the previous week due to my exams, and also just as proof of my subservance to him, which is needed in D/s relationships every now and then, pushing the envelope just to prove willingness.
So Monday’s outfit was specifically set for me, a very short black skirt, sexy black RHT stockings, with the tops only just covered by the skirt, but not by much (an inch or two below max), my black 6 strap suspender belt, a black fitted blouse that is tight around the breasts, revealing a little breast and cleavage between the buttons, and a pair of my 5 inch black heels. Following on from the previous Friday’s raid of my underwear drawer, underwear was still not yet an allowed luxury for me.
A bit sexy and slutty of an outfit for work, but upon getting to work and checking my e-mails, there was a message from J stating that I was to wear skirts all week, and the skirt I had on was the longest skirt I was allowed to wear, the rest of the week must be either equal or shorter in length. A thought that filled me with both a thrill and the nervousness of knowing that a skirt shorter than this one would certainly be a little daring for work, especially with stockings underneath.
Tuesday went fine, a skirt of a similar length, with fishnet stockings. And I once again spent the day trying to avoid “revealing situations” wherever possible.
Wednesday was a little more revealing, following an early morning phone call from J inviting me to lunch as he’d be near my work. He suggested I wear seamed stockings for him today. That’s when things went a little wrong – I don’t necessarily mind wearing seams for work, but I try to avoid short skirts when I do, so I asked him to reconsider and I’d do anything he asked in return. It was fairly blatant disobedience on my behalf, so I shouldn’t have been too shocked at his reply. His answer was simple – no. But punishing my disobedience meant he requested a specific skirt of mine to be worn, one a tiny bit shorter than Monday’s, with a slight split in the back.
I selected my highest topped stockings and tautest suspender belt and put the skirt on. It covered the tops just about comfortably, but the split was far too revealing for comfort. I must’ve spent fifteen minutes in front of the mirror tugging on the back of the skirt, hoping it would somehow end up longer. After giving up on that hair-brained idea, I used my time to try and work out how to stand and sit and walk with the least showing as possible. I came up with two main thoughts – don’t walk upstairs in front of anybody, and try to avoid having anybody look at the back of my thighs – impossible when in seams, they just draw attention to that exact area!!
This is where the honesty thing kicks in – I could change, and just put the skirt on at lunch time for my date with J. Not my style though, if you’re not going to do something properly, why bother doing it at all.
Simply put, there was a lot of attention drawn by myself Wednesday. Glances, lingering looks, guys talking in sniggers, girls talking in whispers. The worst part of all – I actually loved it all, and as the day wore on, I ended up spending more time enjoying the attention and less time trying to hide my assets.
I know – I’m weird, and such a total slut! But hey, I am what I am, so what you gonna do!!?? Lol
And yes – J did get his daily blow job during our lunch date, just for those who wondered!!
If you think Wednesday was bad though – Thursday was kind of worse to some degree. My car was in the shop Thursday and Friday, so I had to train and bus the journey to work, and J was picking me up at the end of the day. So he took the opportunity. I have a pair of 6” heels – which I can walk in (due to having big feet mainly! Lol), but can’t drive in. No driving needed Thursday. The cogs in his head must have been working overtime! So the outfit was set, I could lose the stockings for the day, but my added requirement for that was that 6” heels must be worn.
So that was my outfit for Thursday – a short little flowy skirt, my 6 inch heels, and as the norm for this week, no panties. Luckily, the weather wasn’t great on Thursday so my coat spared any issues with skirt length while outside. But the heels once again garnished attention, a few whistles and such. I felt so beautifully slutty though, my heels giving me a mix of vulnerability and power as only high heels can.
Friday was fine too as I wore a little dress – once again J removed the stocking clause, this time adding nipple clamps as the alternative.
And that was my week – a week of slutty clothing tasks. But an enjoyable week overall – and it earned my underwear back, so I must have done quite well. :-)
Last Saturday J had a luscious day of play planned for us, which went absolutely fantastic and left me tingling with pleasure and vulnerability. I will write about that in an upcoming blog, I need more time to write it up properly and do it justice. So look out for that, if my write up is half as good as the day, it will be quite an interesting read.
As always, please leave comments, or e-mail us on blogslut13@yahoo.co.uk :-)
Bye for now xx
The interesting topic – Dress Code. And I’m not talking uniforms (lets save that topic for another day!! Hehe).
As a submissive female in a somewhat D/s relationship, I have a general dress code set for me by Master J. I’d be interested to hear what others feel about this topic – do others have a general dress code, or is the only basis to their “clothing choice” task activities the more specific and random choice of outfit for a certain day or occasion??
For me, every day that I get dressed, Master J is in my thoughts – this is the reason, from his point of view, for having this situation. I should always have the onus of feeling owned – to a degree – in my mind and in my thoughts.
I emphasise “to a degree”, because I don’t want to come across to people as a doormat. I’m not. I have my own mind, I know my own mind, I will stand my ground for what I believe, when our lives exit “the scene”, we mentally challenge each other, it’s one of the reasons we work so well I think.
Anyway – back on topic. Dress code. The “rules” of my attire, unless specifically requested to wear a certain thing or have tasks that require certain items of clothing, are:-
For work, or for going out anywhere really, a skirt or dress must be worn at least 3 out of 5 days (for working week illustrations), and on those days, stockings must also be worn. (J is a big fan of stockings). On days I choose to wear trousers, I must wear a more low cut or revealing top. And for footwear, I should always wear high heels of at least 4 inches, and I must wear 5 inch heels at least 2 days a week.
Any deviations from this must be agreed with Master J beforehand if possible. With the exception of circumstances when heeled footwear is completely inappropriate for what I am doing that day. And any requests for deviations will usually be met with alternative requirements to make up for it.
And yes, I probably do have a reputation at work of being a slightly slutty dresser – but frankly, who cares, it doesn’t affect my job, nobody (especially the guys) has any real complaints about my clothing, and more importantly, I actually like how I dress – whether I dress for me or dress for J, I like it dammit, and that’s what is really important, isn’t it?
Moving on, all of that was just explaining my usual attire before talking about my attire for this week, so it was more in context.
This past week, Master J decided that things should be raised to a slightly higher level due to the lack of tasks the previous week due to my exams, and also just as proof of my subservance to him, which is needed in D/s relationships every now and then, pushing the envelope just to prove willingness.
So Monday’s outfit was specifically set for me, a very short black skirt, sexy black RHT stockings, with the tops only just covered by the skirt, but not by much (an inch or two below max), my black 6 strap suspender belt, a black fitted blouse that is tight around the breasts, revealing a little breast and cleavage between the buttons, and a pair of my 5 inch black heels. Following on from the previous Friday’s raid of my underwear drawer, underwear was still not yet an allowed luxury for me.
A bit sexy and slutty of an outfit for work, but upon getting to work and checking my e-mails, there was a message from J stating that I was to wear skirts all week, and the skirt I had on was the longest skirt I was allowed to wear, the rest of the week must be either equal or shorter in length. A thought that filled me with both a thrill and the nervousness of knowing that a skirt shorter than this one would certainly be a little daring for work, especially with stockings underneath.
Tuesday went fine, a skirt of a similar length, with fishnet stockings. And I once again spent the day trying to avoid “revealing situations” wherever possible.
Wednesday was a little more revealing, following an early morning phone call from J inviting me to lunch as he’d be near my work. He suggested I wear seamed stockings for him today. That’s when things went a little wrong – I don’t necessarily mind wearing seams for work, but I try to avoid short skirts when I do, so I asked him to reconsider and I’d do anything he asked in return. It was fairly blatant disobedience on my behalf, so I shouldn’t have been too shocked at his reply. His answer was simple – no. But punishing my disobedience meant he requested a specific skirt of mine to be worn, one a tiny bit shorter than Monday’s, with a slight split in the back.
I selected my highest topped stockings and tautest suspender belt and put the skirt on. It covered the tops just about comfortably, but the split was far too revealing for comfort. I must’ve spent fifteen minutes in front of the mirror tugging on the back of the skirt, hoping it would somehow end up longer. After giving up on that hair-brained idea, I used my time to try and work out how to stand and sit and walk with the least showing as possible. I came up with two main thoughts – don’t walk upstairs in front of anybody, and try to avoid having anybody look at the back of my thighs – impossible when in seams, they just draw attention to that exact area!!
This is where the honesty thing kicks in – I could change, and just put the skirt on at lunch time for my date with J. Not my style though, if you’re not going to do something properly, why bother doing it at all.
Simply put, there was a lot of attention drawn by myself Wednesday. Glances, lingering looks, guys talking in sniggers, girls talking in whispers. The worst part of all – I actually loved it all, and as the day wore on, I ended up spending more time enjoying the attention and less time trying to hide my assets.
I know – I’m weird, and such a total slut! But hey, I am what I am, so what you gonna do!!?? Lol
And yes – J did get his daily blow job during our lunch date, just for those who wondered!!
If you think Wednesday was bad though – Thursday was kind of worse to some degree. My car was in the shop Thursday and Friday, so I had to train and bus the journey to work, and J was picking me up at the end of the day. So he took the opportunity. I have a pair of 6” heels – which I can walk in (due to having big feet mainly! Lol), but can’t drive in. No driving needed Thursday. The cogs in his head must have been working overtime! So the outfit was set, I could lose the stockings for the day, but my added requirement for that was that 6” heels must be worn.
So that was my outfit for Thursday – a short little flowy skirt, my 6 inch heels, and as the norm for this week, no panties. Luckily, the weather wasn’t great on Thursday so my coat spared any issues with skirt length while outside. But the heels once again garnished attention, a few whistles and such. I felt so beautifully slutty though, my heels giving me a mix of vulnerability and power as only high heels can.
Friday was fine too as I wore a little dress – once again J removed the stocking clause, this time adding nipple clamps as the alternative.
And that was my week – a week of slutty clothing tasks. But an enjoyable week overall – and it earned my underwear back, so I must have done quite well. :-)
Last Saturday J had a luscious day of play planned for us, which went absolutely fantastic and left me tingling with pleasure and vulnerability. I will write about that in an upcoming blog, I need more time to write it up properly and do it justice. So look out for that, if my write up is half as good as the day, it will be quite an interesting read.
As always, please leave comments, or e-mail us on blogslut13@yahoo.co.uk :-)
Bye for now xx
Tuesday, 26 June 2007
Catching Up...
Well, exams are over, and thankfully your favourite Blogslut is now firmly back under the control of her Master. Yay! :-)
It started Thursday evening with a task he set for me featuring me, my vibrator, and multiple orgasms. Lol. But enough of that one for now.
Friday I was back at work following my study leave, and Master J thought it should be a boob day, so I ended up in a very tight, very low cut, and very revealing top as I ventured in to work. This was made even more revealing when I received a text message on my phone at around 11a.m. telling me that I hadn’t earned the luxury of being allowed to wear underwear as of late, so I had exactly thirty seconds to take off my bra and panties…
He wasn’t around, so there is no way he would have known if it took longer than 30 seconds – apart from the guilty look on my face when he would ask me about it later. So I made a dash to the nearest private area of the office – the stationary store room – whilst trying not to look too suspicious, and as quickly as I could I removed my bra and thong.
Did all that take place in less than 30 seconds? The chance of that was always impossible, but I tried the best I could! The thing is – I can’t actually bring myself to lie to Master J; the blessing and curse of being a true little subslut; so when he asked me later if my task had been completed, I confessed that it had taken more like 45-60 seconds. He praised me for being so honest, and for trying so hard to achieve the task. “I got away with it” I thought to myself. But no, I hadn’t. He proceeded to give me a punishment, but in a way that almost made it seem like a reward… “But as you’re so eager to get out of your underwear, slut, I think I shall take all of your underwear to help you out!” and he took all of my underwear out of my drawers and put them into a bag he had conveniently brought in with him. You’d almost think he’d planned it all along!!
That whole conversation happened after I’d given him the first of my 6 owed catch up blow jobs of course – must get my priorities straight! That was the first of 4 he received on Friday. Sounds like hard work – but all I could think about was how much I’d missed it over the past week.
He got his first within seconds of me seeing him – I was on my knees before the door was even closed when he came round after work, even though my flatmate was in the other room and could have walked out of the room and caught us at any time. He decided he wouldn’t let me finish him off this way though as he other plans for me. I guess he missed me almost as much as I missed him! Lol. So after my five minutes he stood me up and took me by the hand up to my bedroom for some other activities.
His second came about after that, when I sucked him hard again, as he wasn’t quite finished with me.
His third was my personal favourite of the evening, as during our night out, whilst walking from the restaurant to a pub for a few drinks, we happened upon a dark little alleyway of sorts, which J decided was a perfect place. Crouching in front of him in my 5” heels, my little black dress, black stockings, and no underwear of course, following our earlier conversation – he proceeded to use my mouth and throat for his pure pleasure. Well, I say His pure pleasure, as if I get no pleasure at all, and believe me, physically it isn’t necessarily the most pleasant experience I’ve ever had, but mentally I melt inside at the feeling of my helplessness and his pure dominance. Call me weird, I already know I am! Lol
As I stated in my last blog, this is a grey area when it comes to being classed as a blow job. Deep down I know it isn’t, but Master J let it slide this time doe to me being behind in my duties. Although he did say he may change his decision later, depending how he felt. I think by that what he means is that, while I worry about how my jaw and throat can hold up, I’m sure he has his own worries about how much he can take before running out of steam! Lol. Although he has never had a problem in that department before – just jumping in in his defence there!! :-)
After number three we walked to the pub, with me and my running mascara due to my eyes watering, and the remnants of his cum still in my mouth, and even a slight bit running down my chin. He let me clean myself up when we got to the pub – I wasn’t like that all night!!
Number four was the final one of the evening, which he received when we got back to my place. The longest and most sensuous of the evening, a good 15 minutes of pure indulgence toward his magnificent tool.
I was absolutely exhausted by the end of the night to be honest, but still fell asleep with a smile, thinking about how lucky I felt. I know, I felt lucky that I got to give him four blow jobs within the space of about 6 hours – like I said, call me weird, I already know I am!!
Anyway, 4 out of 6 completed, 2 to go. By Saturday this was already back up to three to include Saturdays. The best battles are the ones that never seem to end! :-)
It started Thursday evening with a task he set for me featuring me, my vibrator, and multiple orgasms. Lol. But enough of that one for now.
Friday I was back at work following my study leave, and Master J thought it should be a boob day, so I ended up in a very tight, very low cut, and very revealing top as I ventured in to work. This was made even more revealing when I received a text message on my phone at around 11a.m. telling me that I hadn’t earned the luxury of being allowed to wear underwear as of late, so I had exactly thirty seconds to take off my bra and panties…
He wasn’t around, so there is no way he would have known if it took longer than 30 seconds – apart from the guilty look on my face when he would ask me about it later. So I made a dash to the nearest private area of the office – the stationary store room – whilst trying not to look too suspicious, and as quickly as I could I removed my bra and thong.
Did all that take place in less than 30 seconds? The chance of that was always impossible, but I tried the best I could! The thing is – I can’t actually bring myself to lie to Master J; the blessing and curse of being a true little subslut; so when he asked me later if my task had been completed, I confessed that it had taken more like 45-60 seconds. He praised me for being so honest, and for trying so hard to achieve the task. “I got away with it” I thought to myself. But no, I hadn’t. He proceeded to give me a punishment, but in a way that almost made it seem like a reward… “But as you’re so eager to get out of your underwear, slut, I think I shall take all of your underwear to help you out!” and he took all of my underwear out of my drawers and put them into a bag he had conveniently brought in with him. You’d almost think he’d planned it all along!!
That whole conversation happened after I’d given him the first of my 6 owed catch up blow jobs of course – must get my priorities straight! That was the first of 4 he received on Friday. Sounds like hard work – but all I could think about was how much I’d missed it over the past week.
He got his first within seconds of me seeing him – I was on my knees before the door was even closed when he came round after work, even though my flatmate was in the other room and could have walked out of the room and caught us at any time. He decided he wouldn’t let me finish him off this way though as he other plans for me. I guess he missed me almost as much as I missed him! Lol. So after my five minutes he stood me up and took me by the hand up to my bedroom for some other activities.
His second came about after that, when I sucked him hard again, as he wasn’t quite finished with me.
His third was my personal favourite of the evening, as during our night out, whilst walking from the restaurant to a pub for a few drinks, we happened upon a dark little alleyway of sorts, which J decided was a perfect place. Crouching in front of him in my 5” heels, my little black dress, black stockings, and no underwear of course, following our earlier conversation – he proceeded to use my mouth and throat for his pure pleasure. Well, I say His pure pleasure, as if I get no pleasure at all, and believe me, physically it isn’t necessarily the most pleasant experience I’ve ever had, but mentally I melt inside at the feeling of my helplessness and his pure dominance. Call me weird, I already know I am! Lol
As I stated in my last blog, this is a grey area when it comes to being classed as a blow job. Deep down I know it isn’t, but Master J let it slide this time doe to me being behind in my duties. Although he did say he may change his decision later, depending how he felt. I think by that what he means is that, while I worry about how my jaw and throat can hold up, I’m sure he has his own worries about how much he can take before running out of steam! Lol. Although he has never had a problem in that department before – just jumping in in his defence there!! :-)
After number three we walked to the pub, with me and my running mascara due to my eyes watering, and the remnants of his cum still in my mouth, and even a slight bit running down my chin. He let me clean myself up when we got to the pub – I wasn’t like that all night!!
Number four was the final one of the evening, which he received when we got back to my place. The longest and most sensuous of the evening, a good 15 minutes of pure indulgence toward his magnificent tool.
I was absolutely exhausted by the end of the night to be honest, but still fell asleep with a smile, thinking about how lucky I felt. I know, I felt lucky that I got to give him four blow jobs within the space of about 6 hours – like I said, call me weird, I already know I am!!
Anyway, 4 out of 6 completed, 2 to go. By Saturday this was already back up to three to include Saturdays. The best battles are the ones that never seem to end! :-)
Wednesday, 20 June 2007
Exam Fever
Hi everybody,
Blogslut here again. Not much to talk about on the bdsm front at the moment, as it is exam week for little old me this week. 2 exams down, 1 left to go.
You'll be happy to know, I'm sure, that they've gone pretty well though. I'm feeling confident.
So, no bdsm news as I said as J has left me alone for the most part this week, knowing how important my exams are to me. He's sweet like that. That said, I've missed him over the past few days that I haven't seen him, and even more so I have missed the tasks and the outfit requests. It's not quite as much fun slipping into a short skirt and stockings when I'm not doing it for him, or not getting that random afternoon text telling me to remove my underwear or bring myself to the brink of orgasm.
It's kind of funny how I've gotten so used to being given regular tasks, and to the feeling of being controlled more often than not. But it's not a feeling I have any intention of getting rid of, as I love it, I really do.
I'll see J next on Friday evening when we go out... a whole 6 days since I last saw him, which also means I'll owe him 6 blow jobs!
We have a ritual, he gets a minimum of one blow job per day, every day, regardless of whether we get together or not. And we do it on an accrual but no prepayment basis. That's just an in-joke for me as I'm training to be an accountant!! lol. It just means that if I don;t give him a blow job one day, I owe him two the next. However, if I give him two in one day, the next day it's back to normal and I still owe him one for the day.
So I was up to date as of last Saturday, so come Friday I'm going to owe him one for every day between Sunday and Thursday, plus Friday's. I don't have to do them all on Friday though, that would be hard work!! lol. Especially as there are rules as to what is classed as a blow job or not. His rules state that it must last five minutes or until his orgasm - whichever comes first (no pun intended).
There is a grey area though - shockingly. If I'm not "giving" the blow job - ie: he's in control of it - should that be classed as a blow job nevertheless?? Answers on a postcard please! Master J lets it slide if I'm behind on my duties, but if I'm all up to date, or if he's just feeling that way inclined, he insists that it doesn't count.
One bj a day may not seem that hard - but it can be if I don't see him every day. For a while we experimented with it being two a day rather than just the one, but that did really get too much. He went away for a week and came back with me owing him 15 blow jobs. Lock jaw was the least of my problems in the few days after that - not to mention I had an unexplainable sore throat for a week!
Anyway, better go do some more revision - thanks for reading!
Blogslut xxx
Blogslut here again. Not much to talk about on the bdsm front at the moment, as it is exam week for little old me this week. 2 exams down, 1 left to go.
You'll be happy to know, I'm sure, that they've gone pretty well though. I'm feeling confident.
So, no bdsm news as I said as J has left me alone for the most part this week, knowing how important my exams are to me. He's sweet like that. That said, I've missed him over the past few days that I haven't seen him, and even more so I have missed the tasks and the outfit requests. It's not quite as much fun slipping into a short skirt and stockings when I'm not doing it for him, or not getting that random afternoon text telling me to remove my underwear or bring myself to the brink of orgasm.
It's kind of funny how I've gotten so used to being given regular tasks, and to the feeling of being controlled more often than not. But it's not a feeling I have any intention of getting rid of, as I love it, I really do.
I'll see J next on Friday evening when we go out... a whole 6 days since I last saw him, which also means I'll owe him 6 blow jobs!
We have a ritual, he gets a minimum of one blow job per day, every day, regardless of whether we get together or not. And we do it on an accrual but no prepayment basis. That's just an in-joke for me as I'm training to be an accountant!! lol. It just means that if I don;t give him a blow job one day, I owe him two the next. However, if I give him two in one day, the next day it's back to normal and I still owe him one for the day.
So I was up to date as of last Saturday, so come Friday I'm going to owe him one for every day between Sunday and Thursday, plus Friday's. I don't have to do them all on Friday though, that would be hard work!! lol. Especially as there are rules as to what is classed as a blow job or not. His rules state that it must last five minutes or until his orgasm - whichever comes first (no pun intended).
There is a grey area though - shockingly. If I'm not "giving" the blow job - ie: he's in control of it - should that be classed as a blow job nevertheless?? Answers on a postcard please! Master J lets it slide if I'm behind on my duties, but if I'm all up to date, or if he's just feeling that way inclined, he insists that it doesn't count.
One bj a day may not seem that hard - but it can be if I don't see him every day. For a while we experimented with it being two a day rather than just the one, but that did really get too much. He went away for a week and came back with me owing him 15 blow jobs. Lock jaw was the least of my problems in the few days after that - not to mention I had an unexplainable sore throat for a week!
Anyway, better go do some more revision - thanks for reading!
Blogslut xxx
Wednesday, 13 June 2007
My first blog...
Hi everybody,
I'm brand new to this blogging community, and I thought I would post my first blog just as a little introduction to myself and what I/we hope to achieve from this blog.
I'm blogslut (not my real name! ;-p), but for the anonymity purposes of this, that is how I will refer to myself in these posts. And if you didn't guess from the headline - Diary of a Submissive Female - guess what? I'm a submissive female.
I'm 24 years old, and I'm several months in to my first proper D/s relationship, with my partner and Master, Master J (once again, not his real name!! lol. But for anonymity purposes...). Although this is my first "proper" D/s relationship, I have known about my submissive nature for about 5 years now, and have experimented somewhat over that time.
I'm not always "blogslut" though - I have a real-life too - I'm a part qualified accountant with a full time day job, I'm a part time college student, but at the end of the day, I'm a full time 24/7 'subslut'!
To explain our relationship... we're not big into the pain and punishment aspects of bdsm, we're more about the slightly purer Dominant/Submissive aspects of control and being controlled. Although having said that, there is always a time and place for everything, so I'm not saying things with us don't ever reach different aspects of the bdsm "lifestyle".
And Master J and myself thought it might be a fun idea to start a blog about our ongoing experiences and relationship. So, it'll be about what we get up to, the tasks that I am set, the outfits he wants me to wear - which most of the time includes stockings and high heels etc, so maybe we can even cross over and appeal to the non bdsm folks out there, our sex life (permitting that we're allowed to post - if not, we will put a link to a place where we are allowed, so never fear, our sex life will be talked about one way or another!!), the punishments he sets me when I'm a bad little blogslut, and at times, the general ups and downs of the type of relationship we are in, as even in the 6 months or so we've been together, I've already come to find that this relationship could possibly be the hardest and most emotional-rollercoaster-like that I've ever been in. But hopefully it'll be more about the fun stuff than the boring stuff!! :-)
Going forwards, we may also like to make this blog a little bit interactive, get feedback from our readers (if we get any readers - fingers crossed), maybe have you help select outfits for me, tasks for me, or even punishments for me, either through e-mail feedback, or through polls within future blogs. That won't happen for a while though - lets get started first and develop a readership and everything, otherwise it will never work.
But overall, we hope this blog will be sexy, interesting, titilating, fun, and offer people a genuine and inciteful insight into our relationship and how fun everything can be, even the things that may not seem like fun at first glance.
All feedback is welcome, either via these posts, or via e-mail. Our shared email is blogslut13@yahoo.co.uk, so feel free to e-mail us. Another thing we are going to put in place regarding e-mails, is that if you write the word "Master" in the subject box, the e-mail will get flagged up for Master J's attention rather than mine, if you ever want to talk to him without me seeing it. I think long-term his intentions with that rule are to speak to other dominant minded people to hatch up evil but sexy plans for tasks and punishments for me. He can be a little evil at times, but I'm not always angelic and pure, so I'm sure I deserve it every time! :-)
Many thanks for reading, I hope some of you will bookmark us and come back often.
Lots of love and other slutty, dirty things! ;-p
Blogslut xx
I'm brand new to this blogging community, and I thought I would post my first blog just as a little introduction to myself and what I/we hope to achieve from this blog.
I'm blogslut (not my real name! ;-p), but for the anonymity purposes of this, that is how I will refer to myself in these posts. And if you didn't guess from the headline - Diary of a Submissive Female - guess what? I'm a submissive female.
I'm 24 years old, and I'm several months in to my first proper D/s relationship, with my partner and Master, Master J (once again, not his real name!! lol. But for anonymity purposes...). Although this is my first "proper" D/s relationship, I have known about my submissive nature for about 5 years now, and have experimented somewhat over that time.
I'm not always "blogslut" though - I have a real-life too - I'm a part qualified accountant with a full time day job, I'm a part time college student, but at the end of the day, I'm a full time 24/7 'subslut'!
To explain our relationship... we're not big into the pain and punishment aspects of bdsm, we're more about the slightly purer Dominant/Submissive aspects of control and being controlled. Although having said that, there is always a time and place for everything, so I'm not saying things with us don't ever reach different aspects of the bdsm "lifestyle".
And Master J and myself thought it might be a fun idea to start a blog about our ongoing experiences and relationship. So, it'll be about what we get up to, the tasks that I am set, the outfits he wants me to wear - which most of the time includes stockings and high heels etc, so maybe we can even cross over and appeal to the non bdsm folks out there, our sex life (permitting that we're allowed to post - if not, we will put a link to a place where we are allowed, so never fear, our sex life will be talked about one way or another!!), the punishments he sets me when I'm a bad little blogslut, and at times, the general ups and downs of the type of relationship we are in, as even in the 6 months or so we've been together, I've already come to find that this relationship could possibly be the hardest and most emotional-rollercoaster-like that I've ever been in. But hopefully it'll be more about the fun stuff than the boring stuff!! :-)
Going forwards, we may also like to make this blog a little bit interactive, get feedback from our readers (if we get any readers - fingers crossed), maybe have you help select outfits for me, tasks for me, or even punishments for me, either through e-mail feedback, or through polls within future blogs. That won't happen for a while though - lets get started first and develop a readership and everything, otherwise it will never work.
But overall, we hope this blog will be sexy, interesting, titilating, fun, and offer people a genuine and inciteful insight into our relationship and how fun everything can be, even the things that may not seem like fun at first glance.
All feedback is welcome, either via these posts, or via e-mail. Our shared email is blogslut13@yahoo.co.uk, so feel free to e-mail us. Another thing we are going to put in place regarding e-mails, is that if you write the word "Master" in the subject box, the e-mail will get flagged up for Master J's attention rather than mine, if you ever want to talk to him without me seeing it. I think long-term his intentions with that rule are to speak to other dominant minded people to hatch up evil but sexy plans for tasks and punishments for me. He can be a little evil at times, but I'm not always angelic and pure, so I'm sure I deserve it every time! :-)
Many thanks for reading, I hope some of you will bookmark us and come back often.
Lots of love and other slutty, dirty things! ;-p
Blogslut xx
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