It’s been a while, hasn’t it? I do apologise to everybody – but what a hectic few months it’s been. Mainly work really, at one point I worked 24 days straight, including weekends. Very tiring – but I accrued a lot of extra holiday days, so definitely planning to take it easy with a nice relaxing week or two off soon.

And out of everything that seems bad, most of the time something good comes out of it, and this was no different. As he barely saw me for the best part of a month, Master J finally decided that he really did miss me when he couldn’t see me for several days at a time, and also decided that he’d be happier if we had more time together. The result of those decisions was… dum dum dum… he asked me to move in with him! :-D

Does the big smiley face give away that I may be a little bit happy about it? Lol

Well I am, no question about that. In fact, I’ve been trying to drop him tiny hints about it for quite a few months now.

I am also scared of course. But I was thinking about that, as my mind went a thousand miles a minute wondering if our D/s relationship could be ruined by the monotonous routines of day to day living together, and I realised that at the end of the day it’s no more scary than any other relationship. Every relationship I’ve ever been in was scary, whether it be D/s or “vanilla”, and I was scared the last time, and only other time, that I moved in with a guy. That was a regular relationship, but I had all the same feelings and questions. Will living together take the spark away? Will we survive the 24/7 life? Will I be able to hide all my crazy from him if we’re in the same house? And all the other questions that come with moving in together.

Is it any different because it’s a D/s relationship? I really don’t know, it possibly has more implications on certain levels, but I think J and myself are comfortable with each other in normal situations as well as D/s situations, so I’d like to think not. In fact I’d like to think it will give us a lot more opportunities to evolve our relationship and become closer. And maybe it will even give me a chance and the situations to evolve the submissive side of myself.

Anyway, time will tell, it’s been a few weeks since he asked and I accepted now, but I wanted to find a replacement in my current place first so as not to leave my current house-mate in the lurch with rent to pay and nobody to share the burden with. But we’ve found someone to take my room now, so I’m all set to move in with J next weekend.

Wish me luck, there’s no turning back now! Lol

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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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, until next time...

Blogslut xx

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.

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.