Travel

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As those of you who follow me on Tumblr will know the reason I am not currently posting is because I have been away in New York for the last three weeks for work, I’m currently home for a few days but am then heading back to the States for another week or two. It sounds glamorous but it really isn’t, it is extremely busy and quite lonely at times.

Whilst away I have had no “fun” that you would be interested in, we had some ideas of things we could do long distance but I’ve been so busy (working twelve hour days, six days a week) that there hasn’t really been any time for it and when I’m not working I’m so tired that Mistress just allows me to rest.

We talk often and we have maintained some of my rules, for instance I dress the same as when at home and wear my day collar out of the apartment I’m staying in and my indoors collar when I’m back there. Mistress has also bought an internet controlled vibrator for me to take back with me when I return to New York in a few days so that should be fun.

She has also told me that she is close to setting up one or two New York based customers for her “blow job service”, so that could be interesting if I can find the time to provide the service to them. I have no idea how she has made these contacts in the US or what kind of people they will be but that is true of the local “customers” as well. It is really quite humiliating when I consider that a recurring part of my life now involves allowing, in fact making complete strangers cum in my mouth and swallowing what they “offer” me. Prior to the last few weeks whilst I have been away there wasn’t a week that passed when I didn’t swallow a strangers cum!

In other news, which may interest some of you, Mistress has begun entertaining offers to assist in my training and use. I have passed several details to her from people on CollarSpace who have asked to use me for her to consider. She really enjoys sharing me with other people and has significantly increased the total number of sexual partners I have had whilst I have been with her.

Basically my standing orders regarding this are, if someone asks to use me I should take their age, location, email address and some detail of what they want to do with me and pass it to Mistress. If she finds their suggestion interesting she will get in contact with them and possibly arrange something. It is a combination of exciting, humiliating and terrifying for me as she decides unilaterally who I will engage in sexual activities with and what those activities will be.

Sorry this is short and sweet, I do hope to write a bit more soon but it all depends on how much time I have over the next few days and weeks.

The strange life of a submissive

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A few weeks ago on a Sunday morning Mistresses came to me without warning and informed me we were going out and I should wear a long coat and nothing else. Ten minutes later I followed her out of the house wearing my longest coat, which still only reaches mid-thigh, and my indoor collar.

My current indoor collar is a heavy leather collar which Mistress actually bought for me from a pet store, she say’s she likes how it’s complete lack of femininity contrasts with the rest of me.

We drove for over an hour during which time we talked about all sorts of mundane things much to my frustration. Being taken out in my indoor collar is unusual enough but wearing only a coat, not even shoes, is fairly unheard of and it had all different scenarios racing through my mind. However, being the good little sub that Mistress has been so diligently reforming me into I didn’t probe for information.

Eventually we pulled up outside a normal looking house in a very normal looking street. Mistress got out and opened my door for me and I got out and followed her up the path. The door was answered by a woman that I would say was in her early fifties, she greeted Mistress but completely but completely ignored me as she welcomed us in.

I followed them both into the living room where I saw a naked girl kneeling on the floor next to the chair that the woman, who was dressed completely normally, had obviously been sitting in. The girl looked to be in her early twenties which long blonde hair in a tight pony tail high up her head.

Mistress gestured to take my coat so I untied the belt and slid it off my shoulders and handed it to her, no matter how often I am naked in front of strangers it still brings a little colour to my cheeks.

The woman curled her finger under the girls chin and she moved from kneeling to standing quite gracefully and then followed the woman out of the room and upstairs. Mistress followed and I followed her until we reach a very small room with almost no furniture in it. The only thing in there was a small table at one side with what looked like a web cam or wireless cctv camera on it.

The girl was told to kneel up in the middle of the room so that the camera was looking at her from the side and then Mistress told me to kneel in front of her which I did. The Mistresses then adjusted us so that our knees were slightly spread, our breasts were pushed together and our noses were touching. They then placed my hands on her hips and hers on mine and then the woman said “Do not move or talk until we come back for you” before they walked out and closed the door.

Since things got serious with Mistress being naked around other Dominants and submissives isn’t that uncommon and having sexual contact with people I’ve just met has kind of been a constant throughout my adult life but still, this was very strange.

Our eyes were so close to each other that it was hard to focus on her but at the same time it was impossible not to look directly at her, we were breathing each others air and our bodies were pressed against each other, it was bizarrely intense and I started feeling the urge to kiss her my pussy was getting quite wet. I couldn’t see if she was feeling anything similar but I did feel that her hands had started to get a little sweaty on my hips.

After a while my knees started to become sore and my legs began to ache, Mistress has been training me in holding difficult positions and I can do it but it is very uncomfortable some times and this one is a struggle because kneeling up puts all your weight on your knees and thighs.

I don’t know how long had passed but it was quite a while when, at extreme close range, I watched the girls eyes begin to well up and then a tear run down one and then the other cheek. I knew exactly how she felt, my legs were burning and we were both struggling to stay in position, I wanted to say something to her but she was following her orders and I did the same.

After what I later discovered was exactly three hours the Mistresses returned and allowed us to sit back on our feet, the pain in my legs was immense but as the girl sat back she broke down into tears and her Mistress took her in her arms as my Mistress helped me and and led me out of the room on very shaky legs. As I got up though I did notice the girls pussy and thighs were coated in her juices.

Mistress took me to the bathroom where she cuddled me for a few minutes and then used a warm cloth to wipe away the perspiration that had formed all over my body and also to clean up the swampy mess that I hadn’t even noticed I had between my own legs.

Once I was cleaned Mistress took me back to the living room and helped me on with my coat before the two Mistresses hugged and said goodbye before we left the house and went back to the car and home.

Even now Mistress has not given any explanation for those events or even talked about them at all. It was such a bizarre but exciting and sensual experience and I so want to ask her who they were and what it was all about but I know I’m not allowed so I just wait in the hope that more is revealed to me!

Anyway, I know I’ve been quiet lately, life is so busy it’s hard to find time to write but I hope you enjoy this little insight into the new life that I am forging with Miss Fiona, it really is nothing like I’ve experienced before.

Standards of dress

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If you read my last post, maybe even voted in the poll there, you will know that the views of this post will determine how many needles Miss Fiona will be pushing into my breasts as punishment for looking at my WordPress stats, you guys are mean! In hindsight I should have made it “unique visitors” rather than views but I guess it’s too late for that now.

A few people have asked me, now that I am a domestic servant as well as a sexual submissive, whether I have a uniform for when I’m cleaning and things. I’m sure most people are thinking something along the lines of a french maid outfit?! Well the simple answer is no, I don’t have any uniforms and in fact dressing up and role play of that fashion isn’t something that interests me or more important Mistress.

The parts of our relationship that made me a maid, cook, cleaner etc are a fairly mundane part of it for both of us, less so for her because it amuses her to sit around while I clean up around her. The main goal of it, I believe, is to reinforce my place in our relationship and to relieve her of having to do things that need doing but she doesn’t want to do.

The long answer is a little more complicated because whilst I don’t have a uniform per-se I do have to abide by Miss Fiona’s “Standards of Dress” for her submissive. That sounds like there is some formal document that describes exactly how I should dress but that isn’t the case, in fact the whole concept is what the solicitor in me would call very “fluffy” because it is very open to interpretation. I’m not sure if that is intentional in order to give me a little freedom in what I wear or to give me the proverbial rope to hang myself with.

That said, there are some hard and fast rules to live by regarding underwear:71uiPKxasML._UY445_

  • All underwear must be lingerie
    It might surprise some of you that I’m not actually allowed to go without underwear unless specifically told to. I’m not allowed to even own “normal” underwear.
  • Bra and knickers (aka panties!) must be a matching set
    Or at the very least they should be coordinated enough to look like a set.
  • Stockings should always be worn instead of tights (pantyhose)
    And they should always be worn with a garter belt (that matches my underwear), they should never hold ups.

Basically the overriding theme of the above is that at any point in any day I should be able to take off my outer clothes and look sexy, even on my period. It’s a lot more work than you think to be mindful of how you would look in your underwear all of the time, at work, at the gym or when sitting on a train for hours going to visit my mum.

When I’m at work obviously I need to look professional but at the same time Mistress wants me to look…well the way she put it was “girly”. So all of my suits are now skirt suits, no more pant suits and all are fitted. Any suits that were loose-fitting I had to either get altered or give away. The same goes for the blouses that I wear with the suits, anything baggy went to a charity shop, all my work clothes are now fairly tight-fitting and “show off my body”.

Speaking of my body, as an aside, Mistress is now closely monitoring and controlling my weight now. I say closely, she doesn’t go to the level of telling me what to eat put she has decided what weight I should be for my body to be the right size and “curviness” that she likes and let me tell you, it’s a fairly specific range of only two pounds and deviating above or below it earns me an unpleasant punishment whereby she does tell me what to eat and it’s definitely not what I want.

Anyway, when I’m out but not at work I’m allowed to wear what I want as long as 1) I’m wearing lingerie underneath and 2) I look attractive, girly and not in any way scruffy. To be honest I never really looked scruffy when I went out before but in the same vein of honesty I definitely slummed about at home in worn out pyjamas or even naked, when my sister was out.

The basic guideline for every day clothing is that it should be body hugging so I can wear jeans, tops, jumpers, whatever as long as it looks nice and shows off my body which isn’t a lot different to how I would have dressed anyway, the only real difference being that floaty bohemian type dresses and oversized jumpers and tops are out.

nakd_slip_lingerie_dress_1013-000075-0002-4282In bed I wear a slip, for those who don’t know what that is one of the ones I have is pictured to the left, it’s basically a lingerie version of a nightie. The only issue I’ve come across with this rule is when I stayed at my mum’s for a few days and bumped into her on the way to the bathroom just before bed. She though I was, and I quote, “a bit overdressed for sleeping at home”.

The times that I don’t dress like this at night are when I am not actually sleeping in bed. Since I moved in with Mistress I’ve slept on the floor, in the cage, outside (in the rain) and in all those cases I wasn’t allowed to wear clothes at all.

The reason I slept outside is because Mistress is a duvet hogger, one night about an hour after we went to bed I woke up cold because once again Mistress had rolled over and pulled the duvet off me completely. I was a little perturbed by this so I yanked it back flipping Mistress over in the process. She was not at all impressed with that rude awakening and pulled me out of bed by my hair and walked me to the back door, then demanded my slip before pushing me out of the door, locking it and going back to bed.

In fact, the only time I can truly just wear what I want without having to think whether Mistress would be satisfied with my choice is when I am in the shower in just my birthday suit.

I hope this post isn’t too boring, I always wonder when I write more informative pieces about my day-to-day life rather than the more erotic sexual stuff whether anyone actually cares how I am supposed to dress or if they are just waiting for me to talk about things like how Miss Fiona ruined my favourite sex toy for me by torturing me with it for hours on end (spoiler for my next post there!).

Addendum:

Marc asked about shoes in the comments so I thought I’d add a bit about that. The answer is basically “heels”! I’m not allowed to wear flat shoes except for one exception, when I’m at the gym. I can wear my trainers (sneakers?) at the gym and am generally allowed to be barefoot at home but if I’m out it’s always heels. The good part about that is that I was “forced” to go out and buy a load of new shoes so that I had heeled shoes for every occasion, work, evening and casual. It was a hard job but what choice did I have!?

A new story

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I had intended writing about my collaring for today but I’ve been a bit tied up, not literally unfortunately, and haven’t finished writing about that yet and I want to do the experience justice so I’ve going to save it for next week.

Instead I’ve finished a new story that I’ve been working on for a little while, it’s called Stranger on a Train, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. It’s a long time since I’ve written any fiction stories so please feel free to give critique, it will help me when I write more stories (there’s at least one more in the works!).

If you want to read any of my other fiction stories you can find them all on the stories page.

Christmas & New Year

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I always go home to my mum’s house for Christmas and the only difference this year is that I travelled with my sister, for those that aren’t aware my sister had some trouble in her life and ended up moving in with me earlier in the year so it made sense to go home together.

In previous years I’ve entertained myself by getting people online to set little tasks for me. For example one year I was told to wear a short skirt and to remove my underwear and masturbate with a bullet vibe until I came, all whilst still in my seat. Fortunately no one sat next to me and I was able to put a large coat over my legs so that I could discreetly remove my thong (still very difficult in a train seat!) and slide my hand and vibe up my skirt. It sounds easy but cumming without looking like you’re cumming is incredibly difficult!

Another year, in fact I think this was last year, I knelt on the piss soaked floor of the train toilet and thoroughly cleaned the toilet bowl (inside and outside) with my tongue whilst a butterfly vibe buzzed against my pussy. I think when people tell you to do that or read about it they don’t actually realise how much strength and self control a submissive has to have to force themselves to do that, to lick a strangers piss and pubic hair off a public toilet and swallow it.

Anyway, Christmas was really good and relaxing and I had a lovely time with my family. However during the time between my days in the room and Christmas I’d become really close with Miss Fiona, we’d spent a lot of our time together and things between us had really started to build up fast. So the time apart from her felt really strange and that’s when I started to realise how strong my feelings for her had become.

I really think it happened during the week in the room, no one has ever done anything like that for me before and the amount of love I felt from her at the end of it really affected me. We spoke for over two hours on the phone on Christmas day (much to the amusement of my mother and sister) and we arranged to have “our Christmas” on the 28th.

I bought her a few nice vanilla presents and a couple of less vanilla ones, she bought me a personal shopper experience in the Angel Suite at Victoria’s Secret in London with a very generous budget! It’s an amazing gift and the only caveat is that she has to come with me and will have final say on what I buy, I can live with that!

After the present giving she sat me down (on the sofa, I’m usually on the floor!) with a glass of wine and told me that she had been thinking about it a lot, especially over Christmas and that she wanted to officially collar me. I’ve had this conversation before (obviously) and it’s always a strange one because despite the dynamic you are already in this conversation has to be had on an equal footing.

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If you’re thinking about the contract negotiation scene from fifty shades (haha) then don’t, it wasn’t in any way like that! We discussed what we would expect from each other and sort of agreed terms, but not like a negotiation, more like two people talking about what they want from a relationship and making sure they both understand where they stand in it.

It was a really good conversation and I think it helped us both put our doubts and concerns about each other to rest. Once all that was out of the way Miss Fiona quite excitedly told me that she wanted to have a collaring ceremony! Nothing crazy just some of our friends coming round for a dinner party with my formal “Collaring” taking place during the evening.

This is something I’ve never really done, not so formally anyway. It sounded like fun though so the date was set for New Years Ever, in attendance would be Miss Hannah and her sub, Sir Davis and his sub Sophie (you don’t know about these two yet but you will when the relevant post goes out, Sophie is the girl I taught lesbian sex to!) and Miss Fiona and myself. Miss Fiona would host the event at her house and arrange everything.

I’m going to write about the events of that evening in my next “non-sex” post next week, I’m hoping by making these posts shorter but more frequent I can keep up the increased post rate that I promised!

Thank you to all the new people who have followed my blog recently, it really makes it worthwhile when I look at the stats and see that people are actually reading this stuff, and thank you for the comments as well, I love reading them and replying so keep them coming.

If you are on twitter I’ve started doing that a bit more, my username is @painslutlois, and if you like tumblr then I also have a blog on there where I mainly repost things that I like and sometimes post a picture of myself!

Dogging week: Monday

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I arrived at the car park just before 10:30pm and parked up where I thought the image I had been sent showed, there was a patch of woodland in front of me with fields either side of it and it was really quite dark. The only other car in the car park was a van that I could see in my mirrors although it was completely dark and looked empty.

I turned my car off and then quickly slid my tracksuit bottoms (aka sweat pants) off and did the same with my t-shirt leaving them on the passenger seat with the towel I had brought. I wore tracksuit bottoms and no underwear because I knew I would be naked for the meeting and didn’t want indentations on my skin from underwear or tight clothing, vain I know.

I took a deep breath and got out of the car, walked around the front of it and turned around to face the car, I  pressed the button to lock the doors illuminating my nakedness in orange. My heart was racing as I stared at the van, hoping it was the correct one and I wasn’t exposing myself to some unsuspecting person, my nervousness grew over the next couple of minutes while nothing happened and I was just about to get back in my car and leave when I heard movement near the van, then I heard the clear sound of dogs barking.

I watched as a women of similar age to me, slightly bigger but with nice curves walked directly towards me with two huge dogs on leads (leashes) and crawling next to the dogs was a man, completely naked and also on a dog lead.

It was a little chilly but I could still feel the heat building between my legs as they reached me, the woman said “Lois?” (presumably in case she had got the wrong naked girl standing in the car park!) and I smiled nervously and said yes. She immediately pushed the fingers of her free hand between my legs and then up between my lips, I couldn’t help but gasp as her fingers ran over my clit and she held them up to show me the wetness on them, then she held them out to the dogs who both licked my pussy juice off them. I had a pretty good idea where this was going at that point and I was very wet but also very nervous.

She placed a leather collar around my neck and buckled it, it was old and worn and looked like an actual dog had worn it before, then she clipped on a leash and said “DOWN” in the same way you would to a dog. I was blushing as I got down onto all fours and sort of slotted into a space between one of the dogs and the naked man. Now I was at his height I could see was also about my age and that he had a full on erection.

It was quite hard and slow going as she lead us through the woodland on our hands and knees, there were plenty of twigs and roots that really hurt when they dug in but she was quite tough, constantly pulling at the leads even when her husband or I stumbled or fell. Eventually we arrived at our destination, a small clearing in the woods where a tree had fallen. She tied up the other three and lead me to the middle and then positioned me how she wanted me, I don’t know if you’ve watched Crufts but it was like when they put the dog on the table and make them stand a certain way, it was quite humiliating, she had her hands all over me groping and probing.

She went over and got her husband, walking him in front of me on his lead and making him sit in front of me with his very hard cock almost touching my face. I wasn’t allowed to use my hands (or paws as she put it!) whilst she sat on the log and watched me suck her husbands cock for about ten minutes straight, I glanced over at her a couple of times and she had her hand up her skirt. After about ten minutes she came over to us and I felt her lubed finger pushing into my ass, then she took his lead and moved him round behind me and told him to “mount her”.

He pushed straight into my ass thanks to the lube and wasted no time thrusting into me while she crouched in front of me, pulled my head back with my hair and kissed me. It was a long invasive kiss which I reciprocated, running my tongue around hers while her husband pounded my ass until he grunted and came inside me. He almost immediately pulled out and by the time she ended the kiss and I looked around he was back with the other dogs.

Next she brought over one of the huge real dogs, I watched as she lead him over and he immediately went for my ass, licking at where I’d just been fucked and pushing his tongue slightly into me, a strange but pleasurable sensation. She let him tongue my ass for a few minutes and then moved him in front of me, his cock was already out of his shaft so when she positioned him sideways in front of me his cock was right in my face and I could smell the musty doggy scent of it. She gave me my orders and then kept the dog still as I took his cock in my mouth and began sucking him, running my lips up and down his shaft and tonguing it all over.

Dogs cocks are a very different shape to humans and when they get aroused enough to cum their cock bulges at the base, it’s called the ‘knot’ and is meant to trap the dogs cock in the bitch to improve the chances of a successful mating. His knot began to bulge just outside of my lips and she told me to put my hand tightly around his cock behind the knot, within thirty seconds of me doing that he pumped his cum into my mouth. I think people say that dogs have a lot of cum but they really don’t, it filled my mouth but none spilled out and on her order I swallowed the very salty dog cum and then as soon as I let go of his cock he ran off and laid down to lick himself.

After a brief rest, during which she asked me if I was ok and and smiled and said yes, she told me to get back on all fours and positioned me again before beginning to play with my pussy, rubbing my clit and pushing her fingers inside over my g-spot until I was getting very horny and wet, then she sprayed something from a bottle onto my pussy before spreading my lips and spraying it directly into my hole (which felt weird).

She went and got the last dog and brought him to the front of me, same position and same job for me, I took his cock in my mouth and started to suck but this time the dog was more agitated and kept trying to jump up on top of me until she said “ok, ok” and then took my lead and the dogs and lead us over to the fallen tree. She leant against it and lifted her skirt revealing her pussy with a small strip of hair on it which she directed my head towards.

I knew what was going to happen as I buried my face in this strangers pussy and went to work on her clit, the dog was jumping up on my back and then down and then up until eventually he wrapped his front paws around my thighs and started humping. He had a lot of trouble finding the stop, his hard cock was jabbing into me everywhere except my pussy and almost went up my ass once but then her husband was beside me and guided the dogs cock into my waiting hole, then he really started to hump.

I moaned into her pussy as the dog pounded my pussy hard and fast, I could feel his knot hitting my opening with every thrust and could also hear her moaning and saying “oh my god, he’s really fucking her, good boy Brucy” and then after a minute or so she said “I’m gonna come, grab his knot” and then the dog thrust into me and stilled as she came on my face and then I felt his cock twitching as he came inside me.

Her husband had kept the knot out of me and as soon as the dog was done he pulled out and ran off to lick himself whilst the hand on the back of my head kept my face in her pussy until she’d come down.

The walk back to the car park was uneventful but equally hard on my knees, I could also feel cum leaking from my ass down to join the dog cum leaking from my pussy and running down my thighs. When we got back to the edge of the car park she sent her husband to put the dogs away and sat down on the floor, pulling me between her legs with my back leaning on her whilst she pushed her hand between my legs and rubbed me to orgasm, which I was very grateful for considering I’d been close several times but hadn’t come yet!

She kissed me on the lips before leaving.

The Room

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Many many things happened with me in the last month, some good, some bad but they culminated in me having a really good and positive start to the new year.

Back at the beginning of December I was starting to feel quite unwell, I was having dizzy spells and had fainted a few times including once at work. Then one day my vision started to go blurry and Miss Fiona insisted that I went to see a doctor.

This isn’t the first time I’ve had these symptoms though, a few years ago I went through all of the same things and the cause was essentially stress. At the time I was having personal problems and was under a huge amount of pressure at work though and things weren’t particularly bad this time so I was a little worried if I’m honest.

Miss Fiona made an appointment for me and when I arrived at the doctors she was there waiting to go in with me. At this point our relationship hadn’t really gone that far and this felt a little pushy to me but looking back now it was the start of things getting really good between us. After Miss Fiona had ensured I’d disclosed every tiny detail of the past few weeks the doctor said that I had “Acute Fatigue with a level of Stress” and signed me off work for a week.

It wasn’t actually very convenient to be off work that week, in fact it was impossible so I spoke with one of the partners and agreed to take the following week off as leave rather than being signed off.

As it turned out Miss Fiona had some ideas about how to help me relax and recuperate during my week off, she refused to tell me what they were and instead asked me to submit to her 24/7 for the week. I would stay at her house from Sunday to Saturday and must follow the rules that she set for me.

I was a little dubious about this, as I mentioned we’d had a few dates and were getting on well but our relationship was progressing quite slowly by design and it was a big leap to go from that to something 24/7 especially when I didn’t really know what would be involved. That said I was really starting to harbor strong feelings for her so in the end I agreed to her terms.

On the Saturday Miss Fiona had arranged and paid for me to have colonic hydrotherapy (aka colonic irrigation) which is something I’ve never done. Weirdly considering I’ve had many enema’s I was nervous and more than a little embarrassed by this but the girls there were really nice and talked me through it all. It was an interesting and quite satisfying experience.

collarI arrived at her house at midday on the Sunday and as soon as I was in the door with my suitcase full of clothes and makeup etc she told me I wouldn’t be needing any clothes because I was going to be naked for the entire week apart from the leather collar that she then produced. It had two chains running from a D-ring in the front, each of which had a matching leather cuff on the end.  Whilst still stood just inside the (thankfully closed) front door she had me strip and then turn and kneel so she could fasten the collar around my neck and lock it, then I stood again so she could fasten and lock the cuffs to my wrists.

She held my wrists and pulled my arms straight, only I couldn’t straighten them properly because of the chain and I realised the chains were just long enough to prevent me reaching my pussy. She saw the realisation hit me and grinning before turning and saying “Come”.

She led me upstairs and into her spare bedroom, past the double bed which was covered in a pile of clothes, and into her walk in wardrobe which was empty. It is basically a small room with a solid wooden door and a small window that overlooks her spacious garden. It has rails along both sides of it but all the clothes had been removed and the only thing in the room was a cat’s litter tray, a small inflatable bed and a bottle of water and a glass. After she had explained everything to me whilst I knelt on the floor she closed the door.

These were the my rules for the week:

  • I was not to leave the room without Miss Fiona (the door wasn’t locked)
  • I was not allowed to pleasure myself in any way (the chains were there to help)
  • I had to finished the 2l bottle of water every day (it was replaced each morning)
  • I had to eat whatever food was left for me
  • The litter tray was for me to pee in
  • I would be allowed 30 minutes bathroom time each day
  • We would eat an evening meal together but we could not talk about the arrangements or rules until the following Saturday unless it was urgent

That first day I was really regretting agreeing to the arrangement, within minutes I was bored and after a couple of hours I was getting sorely tempted to open the door. I’d find out later that Miss Fiona had been sat on the other side of the door the whole time waiting to see how I would react.

After a while, I’d lost track of how long, the door opened and she led me downstairs and into the kitchen where she had prepared us a meal. The food was very healthy and I later found out that my diet for the week had been carefully selected with advice from the clinic where I got the colonic. We talked about various things, she makes me laugh a lot which I like and whilst our dynamic is always present she doesn’t make me feel in any way inferior to her, it’s hard to describe but in my opinion it is the perfect way to be dominant.As soon as we’d finished she asked if I needed the bathroom, I didn’t so she lead me back to the room and the door was closed again.

She has smart lights in her house and the closet light is on a motion sensor so that it turns on when you walk in, however I’d find that it was also on a timer so at 9:30 it stopped turning on and there was only the dim ambient light from the window to see by, not that there was anything to see. The bed was surprisingly comfy once I found a position where the chains weren’t under me and I fell asleep shortly after the lights went off which is very early for me.

I only woke up when the door opened the next morning, it was the best sleep I’d had for months. The collar and chains stayed on whilst I used the toilet and had a shower, I dried myself and brushed my hair (I wasn’t allowed to dry it) whilst Miss Fiona showered and then she had me blow dry and brush her hair for her. It was nice to do such a simple task and not have to worry about getting ready for work or what I had to do once I got there, it felt very relaxed.

Once I’d done her hair she put me back in my room and then about half an hour later she opened it again, dressed fully in her work clothes and left a fresh bottle of water, various pieces of fruit and a cling film covered bowl of couscous salad before giving me a kiss and closing the door again.

I’m pretty sure I’ve talked about this before but I have a routine, I wake up in the morning about twenty minutes before I need to be up and my hand slides between my legs and I think about whatever naughty things that get me wet that particular day and I bring myself to a silent satisfying climax before I get up and shower ready to start the day. Then in the evening when I slide into bed I curl up on my side and the same hand slides between my legs to finish my day off the way I like to. This has been my routine for literally years and strange as it may seem, not masturbating is just not natural for me.

Miss Fiona knows all about this, hence the chains and cuffs. Yes she had ordered me not to touch myself but she also knows me well enough to know I’d find that extremely difficult, especially when there is literally nothing else to occupy my mind.

So I laid on the bed in my empty little room and started to fantasize about all sorts of perverted things that I can’t remember now, my hands rubbed across my nipples and then instinctively went for my pussy until the chains stopped them. The other thing that I’m sure I’ve mentioned before is that I need clitoral stimulation to cum, it’s pretty much impossible to get me over the edge in any other way and by this point I was extremely horny and getting increasingly frustrated so I decided to think about something else, it was either that or risk my sanity!

I was drinking a lot more than I usually do because it was one of my rules and also because it was something to do. The problem is that drinking a lot has one inevitable consequence and I couldn’t hold it off any longer. I moved the tray so that I could put a foot either side and then squatted over it and let go. For some reason it made me blush despite the fact that no one was in the room with me, it made me feel a little inhuman. Fortunately she’d left a roll of paper so I wiped and then went back to looking out of the window.

windowThat was pretty much how it went for the first half of the week….get up and use the toilet before having a shower and brushing my hair. Brush and dry Miss Fiona’s hair and then back to my room. Spend the next nine hours mindlessly looking out of the window, day dreaming and having absolutely zero stress. Do some exercise by running on the spot or doing sits up and press ups. Be let out of my room to change my tray and enjoy a healthy meal and some conversation with Miss Fiona and then back to my room for the night and more tie with myself.

There were a few changes starting on Wednesday when she let me come and sit on the floor next to her for half an hour while she watch TV. She laid my head on her knee and gently stroked my hair whilst she watched, occasionally she would dip her finger in her glass of wine and put it to my lips and I would suck it off her finger tip, it tasted divine.

On the Thursday when she left my food and drink for the day she also left a children’s colouring book, a “Frozen” one, and some colouring pencils. It sounds ridiculous but I was so excited by this at the time because it was something for me to do and put my mind to, even if it was a very simple task. I spent most of the day very neatly colouring in pictures of the Elsa and Anna, it was very therapeutic.

On Friday morning Miss Fiona unlocked my cuffs and removed them, disconnecting the chains from my collar which remained in place. She didn’t say anything about it, just removed them and left for work leaving me with a teenagers jewellery making kit. I spent the day making a bracelet for my sister and a really intricate necklace for Miss Fiona and didn’t touch myself once, not because I didn’t want to though. For some reason I was so nervous presenting the necklace to her at dinner but she seemed to really love it and bizarrely that made me so happy that I cried! I cried for about half an hour with no idea why and she held me tight the whole time without asking me any questions or trying to make me talk about it, then she put me back in my room and I fell sound asleep.

In the morning she didn’t let me out, I woke up and there was a one litre bottle of water with a hint of lemon and some fruit already in the room. I ate and drank, enjoying the flavoured water immensely and waited really quite patiently. Eventually the door opened and a naked Miss Fiona lead me to the bathroom where she’d run a very deep bubble bath which she climbed into and then helped me in with her and I laid there against her soaking until we were all wrinkled.

We dried each other afterwards and then climbed into her bed and made slow, sensual, sweet vanilla love to each other for hours.

On the face of it this was just a boring week stuck in a room with nothing to do, I guess a form of torture. That’s how I saw it at the start but as the time passed I literally felt tension seeping out of my body and I just completely relaxed for the first time in a very long time and it made me feel amazing. The detox was also really good and made me feel good, my skin is much better and I feel like I have more energy, I’ve even bought some (adult) colouring books as I find it really helps me to relax a lot.

I have a lot more to tell you all about and I will be writing about them over the coming weeks, I’ve been officially collared by Miss Fiona now and had a sort of formal collaring with a few people there.

I did some thinking about this blog while I was in the room and from today I want to do two posts a week. One like this one which is about my life and what’s going on in it and the other about my BDSM experiences. The initial BDSM posts will be ones that I’ve been promising for ages and then as I do new things I will post about those as well. I can’t promise they will all be long but I do promise to make the effort to post.