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
Saturday, 30 June 2007
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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