Miss Adira’s blog for July.

Hi Everyone 

I hope that you are well and still coping well with the current situation. We are all doing good. We have managed to sneak in some meetups. Although you already know this as Aurora has already mentioned this and yes it was nice to see everyone. 

So a bit about what I have been doing, or trying to do. When the lockdown first happened I decided that I should enrol in a HR course, something people have been saying that I should do. With my job I do deal with various staff management and HR issues from staff appraisals and various other issues that arise from working with people. I have been doing this for nearly 20 years. I do not have an official qualification for this though, I do for all my people management and such but not for the HR side of things. 

I’ve started a CIPD Level 5 in HR, this was in April, been struggling with motivation. It is a lot of work assignments. There are approximately 8 different topics that I need to cover, each assignment will have a certain amount of word count and I will also have to submit evidence that I have also been putting some of my learning into practise. 

Therefore this month I have really knuckled down into what I need to do in relation to what it is I need to do and familiarise myself with the site again, where I need to look for things and what it is I need to do to finish this. I have set myself a goal of completing it by January 2021, I have until April 2021 to complete by. 

I know this month is short and sweet, but not much else has been happening. 

Wish me luck with my coursework and that i’ll be able to keep myself motivated 

Meeting the family today.

Second meet this afternoon with Daddy, Miss Adira and family.

With not seeing our family since early Feb due to Miss Adira hurting her shoulder and then the dreaded Covid. We finally met last week for a few hours, inside the house, for Master’s birthday, it made his birthday that much nicer and we were having dinner together, I’d say we cooked burgers and hotdogs but really that meant, Master did the cooking as we want them edible, and I got the plates out etc. The 4 of us should have had our naturists holiday that week, but it was cancelled. Then this week, Daddy and Miss Adira should have had their family holiday with C and grandparents, but that was cancelled.

So as Daddy has today off for once, they said let’s come over for a few hours, with C and BlueBlue.

Trying to not be as OCD over this virus, I’m more comfy having visitors, usually C goes up to our room, so he has peace and he can either watch our tv or watch YouTube on his phone. But he’s happy doing that. Last week he stayed downstairs, but this week we said for God’s sake, at some point we need to start our lives again so this is the start.C can have our room to watch his stuff.

We would love to be able to play, kiss, just cuddle, but that’s still a No No. But I can’t imagine our Boris Johnson announcing, to the country, for all you polygamists, swingers, BDSM lovers, lovers of any kind who do not live in your household, you may now play without restrictions, no safe distancing needed and you can play without your masks. I can’t really see him saying that. But I think we will just have to wait, see how the virus is going, if it begins to spread or finally die off for now. Be sensible in ourselves, so if one of us is feeling unusually unwell, then we will have to keep to safe distancing.

But it’s so hard seeing each other when we are all desperate to play. Both myself and Miss Adira are in need of a mega release, with spankings, fudging, and multi, multi orgasms. LOL. I know Daddy can’t wait to get his hands on a paddle with my butt out for him and I’m pretty sure DiDi will feel the same, though maybe not another 4 hour spanking session, as her shoulder is still giving her problems, mainly due to the fact everything shut down just after our play day together so she hasn’t really been properly checked out yet. 

But looking forward to a lovely afternoon/evening, sitting seperately, but at least we will be together still. Having a takeaway delivered, and I think Daddy is bringing me some sweeties as a treat.

I’m sure we are not alone in wondering when is it safe to meet with your Dom/Domme or with your lover, so I know we are not the only ones having these issues, but fingers crossed life continues to start looking better and we do not get this second wave. Which is my biggest worry.

Things must be looking better coz I’ve shaved and put some makeup on today. Another way in which I am trying to get life back to how it was. Next stage will be healthy eating, but Master and I are in the getting mentally prepared stage, as we like to call it. Where we spend a month contemplating dieting and then deciding if we can really be bothered or not. But we both know we should do really, it’s just hard work, and we like our goodies too much. 

Here’s to the world slowly getting things going, improving, safer, wearing our masks when we go out is no hardship really compared to the alternatives.

With not seeing our family since early Feb due to Miss Adira hurting her shoulder and then the dreaded Covid. We finally met last week for a few hours, inside the house, for Master’s birthday, it made his birthday that much nicer and we were having dinner together, I’d say we cooked burgers and hotdogs but really that meant, Master did the cooking as we want them edible, and I got the plates out etc. The 4 of us should have had our naturists holiday that week, but it was cancelled. Then this week, Daddy and Miss Adira should have had their family holiday with C and grandparents, but that was cancelled.

So as Daddy has today off for once, they said let’s come over for a few hours, with C and BlueBlue.

Trying to not be as OCD over this virus, I’m more comfy having visitors, usually C goes up to our room, so he has peace and he can either watch our tv or watch YouTube on his phone. But he’s happy doing that. Last week he stayed downstairs, but this week we said for God’s sake, at some point we need to start our lives again so this is the start.C can have our room to watch his stuff.

We would love to be able to play, kiss, just cuddle, but that’s still a No No. But I can’t imagine our Boris Johnson announcing, to the country, for all you polygamists, swingers, BDSM lovers, lovers of any kind who do not live in your household, you may now play without restrictions, no safe distancing needed and you can play without your masks. I can’t really see him saying that. But I think we will just have to wait, see how the virus is going, if it begins to spread or finally die off for now. Be sensible in ourselves, so if one of us is feeling unusually unwell, then we will have to keep to safe distancing.

But it’s so hard seeing each other when we are all desperate to play. Both myself and Miss Adira are in need of a mega release, with spankings, fudging, and multi, multi orgasms. LOL. I know Daddy can’t wait to get his hands on a paddle with my butt out for him and I’m pretty sure DiDi will feel the same, though maybe not another 4 hour spanking session, as her shoulder is still giving her problems, mainly due to the fact everything shut down just after our play day together so she hasn’t really been properly checked out yet. 

But looking forward to a lovely afternoon/evening, sitting seperately, but at least we will be together still. Having a takeaway delivered, and I think Daddy is bringing me some sweeties as a treat.

I’m sure we are not alone in wondering when is it safe to meet with your Dom/Domme or with your lover, so I know we are not the only ones having these issues, but fingers crossed life continues to start looking better and we do not get this second wave. Which is my biggest worry.

Things must be looking better coz I’ve shaved and put some makeup on today. Another way in which I am trying to get life back to how it was. Next stage will be healthy eating, but Master and I are in the getting mentally prepared stage, as we like to call it. Where we spend a month contemplating dieting and then deciding if we can really be bothered or not. But we both know we should do really, it’s just hard work, and we like our goodies too much. 

Here’s to the world slowly getting things going, improving, safer, wearing our masks when we go out is no hardship really compared to the alternatives.

June’s blog from Piggy/Miss Adira.

So, another boring month has passed again, now dependant on how you view things some form of normality is returning. In that pubs, restaurants and cinemas are opening. Now I can hear you say, but you’re a girl who hasn’t mentioned that the hairdressers are open, truthfully not really that bothered about that. I’m not your typical person who is really to bothered about getting my hair done every 6 weeks, so I’ll probably wait another month or so until the mad rush has died down.

Chatting to Aurora as I usually do throughout the day it was becoming apparent that the whole situation was beginning to get her down and I suppose a bit of boredom was setting and it was beginning to get her quite down. As like many people she does have quite an active social life, whether it be meeting me and her Daddy or going meeting friends for lunch or trips to the theatre. These have all had to be put on hold and a lot of things have had to be cancelled, so I began to start pondering what could I do to help ease this boredom.

An idea formed I could give her little tasks to do throughout the week, things to get her thinking or things that would get her out of the house. Keep her a bit more active or thinking about things she wouldn’t usually think about. I kept dropping hints that I was thinking of things, then I told her. I don’t think she could quite grasp what I was saying or wanting her to do. I then sent her a list of things that I wanted her to do that week. These included;

Finding 2 different kinds of post boxes, take a photo.

Find a funny street name, take a photo.

Take a picture of yourself by the street name.

When shopping find me something that you think I may like, but must cost £1 or less, take a photo.

To do me a cartoon sketch.

She seemed to enjoy doing these as she kinda asked if they could be something we could continue to do even when things return to normal.

We’ll see what I can think of for next week.

Miss Adira’s blog for May.

So guys what’s changed from last months blog, well a lot really

So, first of all, it was Aurora’s and my hubby’s birthdays in May, not much could be done for either of them really. Usually, myself and hubby go out for a meal and do something, due to current circumstances this can’t happen. He got a delivery a few days after his birthday, it was his gifts from his ‘little’ and his Master. I recorded it so that I could send it to our group chat as I knew his ‘little’ would want to see him open them, not so sure on Sir he’s not really into stuff like this. In a nutshell, he got a go-pro camera type thing from Master, apparently, they can now do “tubes” together plus it can be used as a camera when he is out and about on his bike for the day to day use. His ‘little’ had bought him some bags and whatnot for his bike, there is a proper name for them but I can’t spell for toffee, but they were things that he wanted because once we are free, he is planning some trips out with his fellow bikers and they give him more storage. There were two small boxes, had an idea what one of them may be so told him to open them last, one was a box of biscuits (guessing these were a little inside joke between them) then there was a chain, he had been mentioning on and off that he wanted one, so she got him one, this will be very special to him.

Then it was Aurora’s birthday a week or so later, I didn’t ask her what she wanted as I knew what I wanted to get her. She has no clue what she was getting or even whether she would get it on her birthday or if she would have to wait until we could see each other again. Now she has passed comments in the past about my forever roses that I have ( i have around 4 various different ones) and has admired them, various different styles. Therefore my idea was to buy her one for her birthday, now if you have looked at these there are hundreds of different styles plus god only knows how many different colours. Then as I was scrolling through them I saw the one that I thought was perfect, it was a little one in a love heart shape, now there were different colours, I was thinking what colour to get but when looking I thought it has to be red. I spoke with Sir to see if I could get it delivered to their house but address it to him and then could he hide it from Aurora, he said that he would, so I ordered it. I was really hoping that it would come when Aurora wasn’t home, but I wasn’t hopeful as due to this damn Covid thing she hasn’t been going out much, but luckily for me when I got the message, with the delivery date and time, she was going to be out shopping for her folks and in-laws. Her birthday came, and we then got a video message to our group chat, it was Aurora opening her present. She was opening my present, I could see that there was a really nice box in a love heart shape, she then opened and there was some more wrapping but with rose petals scattered in the box, then she got to the rose and I could see by her face that she really loved it and that she had no idea what she was getting, so although we didn’t see each other I’m kind of hoping that my little gift made a little bit more memorable but not for the wrong reasons.

Well, my gardening thus far has not been going well, I haven’t yet grown anything. My son has managed to grow some sunflowers, mine and his Dads didn’t, he was of course very chuffed with this and very vocal about it which was quite funny. I thought maybe I’d done something wrong so I thought I would start again and plant more seeds, I was looking at them daily, watering them as and when required. My son and I planted more sunflowers. Then this week it decided to go and be very windy and completely ruined and broke my brand new little greenhouse thing, all seeds gone, well I say all seeds, yep you’ve guessed it, out of the wreckage was my son’s sunflower, which up until that point, we hadn’t noticed it was growing. Now I am at a loss, nowhere to plant anything and lots of pots, compost and seeds. Well, for now, I was talking with Sir and during the conversation, we were saying I need something more solid, so Sir sent me some potting sheds and I have to say I am sold. Hubby not so much, as they are £500 but I could have a “girl cave” so I think this will take some talking into, but I really do want one…..so watch this space or should I say blog.

What’s happened in May.

My blog for May.

So May……..another month in lockdown……..well the first 2 weeks were……..now we are allowed a little more freedom. YIPPEE.  No longer in Lockdown, we are now in Stay Alert And Stay Safe. Meaning we are allowed to visit family, girlfriends/boyfriends, friends but if you do not live together, you still have to stay a safe 2 meters away from each other. Recommending people visit friends outside, in the garden or driveway, parks or beaches. Technically you cannot yet go visiting and go into someone else’s house. This is one rule I have kinda broken the law on, going into Mum and Dad’s house, though I wear a mask and gloves if I visit them, if the weather isn’t nice, it’s just not ideal for Mum to come outside. Unfortunately, she struggles to hear due to the mask muffling my voice, but I won’t go in without wearing them. I’ve not been in lockdown for over 8 weeks to slip up now.

But with this freedom, means the inconsiderate, ‘I can do what I like’ idiots doing more stupid things. Bank Holiday Monday, yesterday, a beautiful day, E went shopping for me and had a drive, Formby and Ainsdale were gridlocked, people driving to the beach. Parking anywhere, even though the police closed the main road to Ainsdale beach, people chose to park on pavements, the roundabout, on double yellow lines. My mother-in-law said someone knocked on a neighbors door to ask if they could park in their drive. They were told not to politely told to F**k Off. Then in town, cafes opened, putting tables and chairs outside, next to each other. The cafe owners should be fined for this. People just sitting side by side, as if there was no such thing of this Covid19 killer disease. I know people want life to get back to normal, if normal will ever be the same again, I want the freedom again, go out for a meal, go to the theatre, cinema, meet my theatre girls and most importantly, meet up properly with Daddy and Miss Adira. But I won’t until we are allowed and even then, I will still be very cautious and probably will still wear a mask for a long time after. My health is poor, Mums and my Mother-in-law’s health is even worse, so I will not put any of us at risk. Nevermind the rest of the family. I doubt cinemas, theatres or pubs, restaurants will open until late on in the year, but I won’t be going, there’s no way you can be a safe distance away from each other. Maybe I’m paranoid, maybe I’m taking it too over seriously, I don’t know. Yes, you can go shopping without masks and gloves, trying to stay away from other people but I’d rather have that extra security blanket.

Anyway, enough of this darn Covid19.

What else has happened this month?

Firstly it was Daddy’s birthday, and it was horrible knowing we couldn’t go and see him, can’t celebrate as we would normally. Even worse, the presents he had asked for, was arriving after his birthday. Even though I’d ordered them early. I was being a bit hypocritical to myself, I didn’t want Daddy to buy a new motorbike, and I will admit I wasn’t best impressed when he told me he had bought himself a new one. So when he asked for things for his bike, I suppose I shudda said no, I’m not buying anything for that thing I don’t like. But seeing how chuffed he was with it, almost like he had got his mojo back, how could I refuse to see him this happy. All I ask is for Daddy to tell me when he’s home safe and well. So I bought him 2 things for his bike, a Tank Saddle Bag and Panniers. Ages ago, he found a silver chain he liked for himself, but he had said don’t buy that, the 2 things for my bike is enough. But I surprised him and bought it, he was made up. But they arrived a week after his birthday. I picked a nice card for him, which at least arrived on time and he loved it. Wrapped his presents, along with Masters present, boxed it up, and posted it to Daddy. So a few days later he came home from work to find a big box just for him. So it was a bit like he was having a second birthday. Miss Adira videoed him opening his presents, which was really nice, at least we were able to enjoy that.

Then a week later, it was my birthday. I’m now into the second half of a century, OMG, 51, so old. But at least I don’t feel 51 in my head, in my body I’m about 91 LOL. 

The day before, Master gave me a box, telling me I had to open it now, even though it was a day early. I usually have a strict rule that no one opens presents before their birthday. But Daddy had also told me I had to open this there and then. Master videoed it to send to Daddy and Miss Adira. It was a difficult box to open and I soon realised why. There was a card, with flowers inside it. The card was made of a plastic sort of material, in the shape of a box, with a window, revealing real flowers, inside the box was a little oasis, to put the water. I have never seen anything look so pretty, I missed giving Daddy a big thank you hug. 

My Birthday was on the Thursday, the Monday before was when the government changed the Lockdown to Stay Safe And Stay Sensible. So in the morning, Dad phoned, asking if I was coming to see them, I wasn’t actually planning on going but I knew they would want to see me, so I got myself ready then drove to see Mum and Dad, I messaged my in-laws first, asking if they wanted me to come to them as they only live around the corner from Mum’s, they said no, they fancied a drive so would be around later that day. 

Two carers were visiting Mum, from the centre she normally goes to on a Tuesday and Thursday, for Dementia/Alzheimer sufferers, as it’s closed due to Lockdown, giving Dad a bit of a break as he has found the lockdown hard. It was nice actually because the carers plus Mum and Dad all sang Happy Birthday when I arrived. I stayed for an hour or two, then headed home. Both Master and E were working from home so I didn’t see much of them. Soon my in-laws came round so we had a long chat over the garden fence, Master came down for a break and join in on the chat. About 4 pm, E’s girlfriend, I, came round with flowers and choccie, she knows how to win my heart, the two of them had given me money, so I’ve bought a Pandora bracelet. Master and E came outside and we all chatted with her, God I miss this girl, she is so so lovely, and I do class her as my daughter. She always makes me laugh and smile, we can chat for hours, I feel very lucky E has found such a wonderful girl. Then it was time for the birthday dinner, steak, chips and salad, made by my talented chef, Master.

A bit before this though, Daddy had an idea, Miss Adira was finishing work a bit early, so he wondered if they could drive over to see me, he said he can’t not see me and now the law changed it meant you were allowed to travel a little, so it was okay. So after dinner, Daddy and Miss Adira came round, again just chatting over the garden fence. It was torturous not being able to say hi, thank you, miss you, Happy Birthday (for Daddy) with a hug and a kiss, just hold them, feel them touching me. I don’t know if this was worse than actually not seeing them. It was like, there’s your new toy, but you can’t have it or play with it. Now Daddy is paying for a new tattoo for my birthday, but he bought me a present as well. I knew what it was, just didn’t know which one. I wanted to begin collecting these Funko Pops, Miss Adira has loads of them, E has started collecting them too. I was a big big fan of Steve Irwin, I’m fascinated with alligators, crocodiles and snakes and what he did was just wild, (if I live again, I’d love a job like his.) Ages ago Master showed me these Pops of him, one holding a croc, one holding a turtle. I really wanted the croc, but Daddy had managed to get both. Saying the turtle one was the most difficult one to get. I loved them, think I’ve got the perfect place for them where I can add to them, so I really was made up.

Now Miss Adira had posted something to me early, telling Master to keep hold of it until my big day. I had no clue about this or what it was, she hadn’t asked me what I wanted so it was a complete mystery. Master videoed me opening another tricky box. Inside was a beautifully shaped heart box, I was still flummoxed as I fought with this darn box. (I am one of these people that open things carefully, looking at everything LOL) I got it open, seeing some dried red rose petals against black tissue paper. Pulling it all out carefully, I found this beautiful red rose. It was a Forever Rose, just beginning to bloom. Somehow the rose had been shaped into a heart, it had sparkles over it, encased inside a glass dome. The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Miss Adira has some of these from their son, I always admire them, for once I was speechless. It was priceless and went straight onto the mantlepiece next to the other one she had bought me for Xmas. Right next to my card/flowers and their photo.

When they came to see me, I showed Miss Adira the rose, as she had bought it online, she said it took a long long time to choose this one, the shape, the colour, and sparkles were just perfect for me. God, I wanted to hug her tightly, hug both of them tightly. Seeing them, face to face, finished my day perfectly, we chatted for well over an hour before they said their goodbyes. It really has been a special day, even if it wasn’t what we would normally do. We can celebrate properly when we are allowed to visit and play.

Playtime with Moss Adira

Playday with Miss Adira.

Well, many of you will have watched the videos or seen the photos from our playday, now it’s time to write about it. Unfortunately I am very late writing it, I try to write about any play or punishments that day or the next day, as my memory is rubbish, I want to write about how I felt, my emotions, all the little things you go through during a scene. So I am going to have to base this from; 1; watching the videos back; 2; trusting my memory. So I hope I can write this down and give you an accurate account.

So firstly, my instruction for when Miss Adira arrives…..I want you lay on the bed, naked, hands by your side, facing the window. I will arrive at 10am.

I woke up that morning with a nervous, butterfly feeling in my tummy, nervous trepidation about what was going to happen as I was sure Miss Adira would have a plan in her head. I had to block it out to get all my homework done and all the tasks completed before I went to shower. I was going to give the dogs a bone so they were occupied for a while, (this worked well, as they gave DiDi a little welcome then went back to their bones. Only trouble was they then brought the bones upstairs. If I left the door shut, they would’ve just barked all day so for once I broke a rule of mine and let them come upstairs with it. Though I wasn’t happy when they came on the bed with them. But as I was getting my bottom spanked at the time, I just ignored it.)

I had my shower, shaved and moisturized, then lay on the bed letting the cream soak in, keeping an eye on the time. I put some music on the TV, then lay reading my book before getting a few things out that were necessities, lube, baby wipes, dildoes. Leaving them on the bedside cabinet. 

Then I heard the front door open and the dogs getting fussed with by DiDi. I put my kindle away and lay on my tummy, looking at the window, 1 arm by my side, the other I had to tuck under my chin because the position I was in would make my back scream in pain without one arm there. It seemed like an eternity before I heard her come upstairs, not walking into the bedroom, I heard lots of rustling, sounding like she was getting undressed or changed, but I couldn’t go and see. Eventually she walked in, I wasn’t sure if I could speak or not, so I asked her, she said yes. I wanted to move to see her, to see what she was doing, but I didn’t. There was a clatter of toys going on the bed then she asked where our toys were. I pointed to the drawer that I had already opened, then she continued to get toys out of our drawer. I chatted a little, asking if the drive down was okay, I think I just needed to focus on something else other than her getting these toys out.

Then I felt her warm hand on my bottom, she stroked it, stroking my back, sometimes digging her nails in. It was nice, really nice, enough to calm my nerves down. I asked then if I could look at her, she agreed so I turned my head. I saw she was in a black, babydoll kinda lingerie outfit, her boobs spilling out of her bra. I saw she had makeup on and a lovely reddy coloured lipstick, she had her hair in the messy look I love. 

She began giving me a few ‘love’ taps with various toys, enough to warm me up. After a few minutes of me ouching, gasping and rolling slightly, she was laughing, “I’m hardly touching you, what you ouching for ?” “It hurts,” I spluttered, trying to get my breath. “Give over, this one hurts,” proceeding to whack harder, making me grab my big fluffy cushion, burrowing my face into it. “Would you like to video the play ?” DiDi asked. “Ooooooo yes please,” I said, so I got up, setting up the camera stand, to go in a position that has the full view but where Miss Adira can turn away from the camera. We got started again, The dogs sat on the bed, not bothered that their mummy was getting her bottom spanked. 

She began with the Giant Devil, pounding my ass hard, as I always say, you lose your pain threshold when you are not spanked regularly, I was feeling every swat. “Get up a bit, on your knees, “ she told me. Inwardly I groaned, as I brought my knees up so my bottom was higher and she could aim for my sit spot perfectly. Putting that one down, I heard DiDi then shuffling about amongst her toys, picking out a leather paddle. Purposefully getting my sit spot, I continued to hug my cushion and bury my head into it. After a while there was a change of toy, DiDi’s mini cane, she loves this, the size meant you could aim for one cheek perfectly. It hurt but not screaming in agony type of hurt, like I’d have with the high impact cane. Watching the video back, it looks like she was really hitting hard with it. But ALL my Doms say I have an iron butt, LOL. That is until she began whacking my shoulder if I moved or if my bottom sunk down to the bed again, and that killed. I do like being strapped, flogged or caned across my back, it’s such a different feeling there than across your bottom. It’s denser, much more thuddy, the flogger, strap, belt feels deeper, everything feels heavier, not as stingy yet just as painful as on your bottom. One slap with the Jokari on each cheek had me crying out and tears began falling. 

Sensing I was in need of a break, Miss Adira slid her hand between my legs, feeling my wetness, her fingers more slender and gentle compared with Master’s or Daddy’s, as she explored my happy spot. Her fingers delved deep, spreading me wide, as she began fudging me. After a few minutes with her fingers, she got out her vibrator and continued fudging me. I was soon succumbing to the throws of an orgasm, at the same time sniffing and sobbing as I asked if I could cum. “Yes,” she whispered and I let my orgasm take over, shaking and heaving as I came down from my high. “See was that not worth it ?” Miss Adira said whilst getting Mr Grater, slapping my butt.

DiDi delved into the toy drawer, getting out the red suede flogger, “Ooppsss nearly got the lash out then, we don’t like the lash do we ?” she asked. “No,” I said quickly, wanting to turn around to make sure she hadn’t got it, but thankfully she hadn’t. Flicking the flogger across my ass, stroking it up my crack before whipping it once more, telling me to open my legs more so she could strike my happy spot and inner thigh. Whipping across my back she asked if she couldn’t hit the bottom of my back with the flogger ? “No,“ I told her, “Nothing on my lower back”. So she alternated from bottom to back, one stroke hurt a lot more, making me OW loudly, “OW….really,” DiDi said, laughing as she tried to hit harder.

Giving me a break, Miss Adira began doing something, but I had no idea what it was. Until something ruddy hot thing landed on me back, making me jump. As another landed on my back. I turned slightly seeing the candle burning in her hands. Now this is something I would love to progress too, but the candle wax seemed very very burny hot. I had read somewhere that you could buy candles, where the temperature was less than a normal candle. But this felt very hot to me, “Is this nice or not ?” she asked, “No,“ I replied quickly. “Oh so not very sensual?” she asked again, “Not at all.” I told her. But I do fancy the idea of wax play, so I wonder if it’s worth practicing with it more. And look into this low temperature candle. I remember actually doing this as a kid, letting wax drip on my finger or just sticking my finger in it.

Again Miss Adira looked inside the toy drawer, and picked out the leather strap. Master doesn’t use this much because there’s no proper handle but it’s one implement I do love the feel of, that or a leather belt, the leather whipping over my skin, feeling my skin scorch from it, feeling skin somwtimes being stripped away, layer by layer, then there’s the sound of leather cracking loudly as it hits my body and it’s one thing Miss Adira loves to use and loves the feel of too. But for once I was too far gone into subspace, sobbing into my cushion, I felt the whipping but I didn’t, if you understand me. I released all my pent up frustration and stress. Feeling my body begin to relax, just flopping more on the bed, even my usual pain I live with day in, day out disappeared for a while. I was floating just over the bed and I felt awesome.

After a very short break, Miss Adira went back into the drawer, fishing out the awful loopy. One strong whack with that thing and the tears flowed quicker, I began rolling, moving my hands back, when Miss Adira began counting for me to get into position, picking the cane up, she struck my arm, poking my shoulder to get me flat on the bed. She struck the other cheek with the loopy and I managed not to roll. So she got a few more hits in before I rolled once more, my hand flew back, so she hit my arm with the loopy and continued doing gentle taps with it,(not that you can do any gentle taps with that thing, that still hurts,) anyway I soon moved my arm back before she gave me one final hard stroke with it. One arm flew back, my feet flew up to cover my scorching butt and before I could get my breath back, Miss Adira was back counting, when she struck my ass again, I couldn’t figure out what it was. I think I was a bit beside myself at that point, trying my hardest not to reach back, my other arm clung to the cushion as I cried, sobbed, ouched very loudly and trying to control my breathing, “Do you know what we shudda played, guess the implement.” Miss Adira said as I did yet another roll, “Guess the implement ?” I stated as she caned my arm and shoulder, then used the end to push me back flat again, “Yeah, get 5 strikes to guess what it is,” “I can’t remember all of them,” I stuttered, “If you don’t get them all right…..” she paused to see if I could tell what it was. “Is it the spongy type paddle ?” I guessed, “No, it’s this one, look,” she told me. I looked, “Oh, it’s the studded one,” “Yeah, makes a good sound,” as she continued to wallop me. As I rolled the other way, she just carried on hitting the side of me instead, before I rolled flat once more. Then she quickly changed implement again. The high impact cane, one swipe and I rolled away, my arm flew back, the counting began before I felt a severe strike across my arm, causing me to OW loudly as she poked it into my shoulder to lie flat. This repeated after another 2 strikes with the high impact cane and again. I sobbed into the cushion as I heard Miss Adira searching again, so I used this time to try to calm down again.

I felt something very sharp hit my tender skin, making me jump, my arm went to go back but only a tiny bit then I tucked it under the cushion as this spikey, sharp thing was tapped around my burning cheeks. I couldn’t figure it out, so I looked over my shoulder and saw the vampire paddle, DiDi liked this one because on the other side was a hard leather flat paddle and it caused a hefty whack. The other side is really nice, but then you know I love spikey things. We are actually looking for a chain flogger that has a barbed wire type of look to it, so there are some spikey aspects to it.

Changing again, I heard her take a few items out, then I felt the curry comb tapping around my bottom, as my skin was rather beaten, the spikes on this thing made me ouch, cry out, I was struggling to deal with it, yet normally I love it. She changed to a spikey dog brush. We both love these, the sensations as it scraped down your back gave me goosebumps, I sigh as it goes up and down, side to side. But jumped out of my skin when it lightly touched my bottom. I heard Miss Adira laugh, “Is that a bit tender?” I gasped, “Just a bit,” I kinda squeaked out. After a bit longer with the various dog brushes she put them down. “I think a bit of corner time is a good idea now.” As she went to lie on the bed, I climbed off the bed, trying not to let my bottom touch anywhere. I think I was in the corner for about 10 minutes, before I was allowed to move. Looking at the time, I suggested that I go and bring up lunch for us both, so MIss Adira agreed.

We had a lunch break, watching a bit of Judge Judy, DiDi loves this show, then we had a play with the strapon, but Miss Adira has written a blog about this. So I will let you read that one.

After our amazing play with the strapon, we were both pretty spent, but Miss Adira hadn’t finished with me yet. This time I was allowed to pick the toys, obviously Mr Spikey was involved, but only for a short time, I was far too tender to cope with it, I asked for the strap which I enjoyed a lot but the other things will be kept between us, unless of course you’ve watched the videos. 

Sorry it’s taken some time to write this blog, with what’s going on with the world, I’ve been shopping for the old folks, making sure they do stay in lock down, though my Dad has been out shopping a few times. I had to use the scare tactic in telling him how many people have died in the UK so far, “Over 3000, 600 people died overnight Dad. You must not go out. I will get your shopping along when I get my inlaws and mine. If you must go out tie a scarf around your nose and mouth and wear gloves but I’d rather you do not go out.” Think this worked, they are both in their late 80’s, mum is very frail, my inlaws are 10 yrs younger, but my mother- inlaw has a weak chest, chest infections can last 3 months, she has been in lockdown over a month before the PM Boris Johnson chose to order a lockdown, too late if you ask me but we won’t discuss politics.

But I just want to finish by thanking all the NHS, Drs, nurses, first aiders, police, everyone with an essential job, who are helping this country fight this virus. The supermarket staff, the security guards helping us stay 2 metres apart, whom I thank everytime I go shopping, these people deserve an award for all the hard work they are doing at the moment, nevermind possibly contacting this deadly disease. Thank you all so much.

What’s happened in February

So what’s been going on recently………

 

Even though we are only half way through February, I felt there was enough to talk about now.

Happy Valentines Day to all my readers, hope you were all spoilt rotten, spanked hard and fudged even harder  🙂

I’m trying to get into my new rules, asking Miss Adira if I can go to the toilet, sometimes she tells me I have to go outside, videoed and once sing her a song at the same time, just for her amusement. And that was incredibly difficult. Concentrating on crouching down and weeing outside, but then to concentrate on singing the song, as it had been raining all day, the song I chose to sing was It’s Raining, It’s pouring. But when I actually felt I needed a wee, it had stopped raining but I did it anyway. And she was amused.

Snooze time is still a hard rule, one I’ve had for a long time, but my stubbornness sometimes makes me fight it, I have genuinely forgotten once, on a Saturday, I know Miss Adira was not happy about that. I know I need it as my sleep is just rubbish, but somehow though I am 99% submissive, that 1% is always connected to me thinking I should be able to choose if I want a snooze or not. Mainly due to the fact that all I think about it is, what I could be doing instead of sleeping. Sometimes I feel okay after a nap, other times I feel even more tired. I take my kindle, the dogs settle quickly on the bed and I get myself comfy, prop up my book so all I need to do is use 1 finger to move the page. This is usually the best way of getting me to sleep, but there are times I just rest and read. Miss Adira is happy with that, as long as I have timeout in bed to rewind, snooze or just rest.

The rule about using no slang, having correct punctuation and grammar isn’t going too bad, sometimes if I’m having a rant or excited about something I may forget and use slang but it’s getting back into the habit of not using text speech and use the Queen’s English instead. Miss Adira hasn’t pulled me up about it but I like to think I don’t do it often. If I’ve noticed in my messages I will correct it before sending it. So this is going well.

 

Now to the most exciting part of what’s happened so far. One of Miss Adira’s rules is to practice making myself squirt twice a week and video it. This is something I’ve never accomplished by myself, I do a lot when my Doms play with me, often wondering where all this cum comes from inside of me, as I can squirt and squirt, cum and cum multi times in one play. Only stopping because I’ve exhausted myself. I’ve bought myself many G’spot toys to try to find the spot, all to no avail. My first try was a total fail, oh I had a lovely play but nothing else. I’d rubbed all around my insides, catch a spot but just not get the right angle. Miss Adira had a very good vibrator that she says she uses a lot but it cost a lot, like £90 or something. I said that it would have to be a birthday or Christmas present at that price. Then she found one, in the sale, like reduced to £50 or just under. So I got it. And I must say as vibrators go, it’s pretty wicked. But even with this toy I couldn’t squirt. I was annoyed with myself, I felt I’d let myself down but mostly let Miss Adira down. Though I know she wouldn’t be as she could see I was trying and the point of the exercise was to keep trying. One day a while ago Miss Adira then sent me a link to a YouTube video, about how to make yourself squirt. A man, walking in the park, telling us women what to do. Oblivious of who walked past as he said squirting in nearly every sentence. But I listened to what he said and waited until I could try again. I had a while to wait as I had some female health issues to deal with. But once I felt better I thought I was ready to try. Miss Adira had also said it was all about relaxing, enjoying a good play, multi orgasms, then relax and see what happens. 

So this week I thought right, lets try, set up the video, cushions, waterproof mat (most important), vibrator and lube, dogs were settled on the other end of the bed, so I began. Enjoying a very good play, cumming 4-5 times, I was spent, but I always enjoy keeping the vibrator going inside whilst I come down from my high. I turned it around so the rabbit ears teased my bottom, then gently rubbed my back wall, I’d changed the settling so it felt different, I could soon feel myself building up again, a different pressure was growing, rubbing my vibrator quicker, more fiercely I felt the pressure explode and I began to leak. Not sure at first if it was me squirting or me peeing. But I knew, I knew the continued feeling, the high, the complete release. I’d forgotten I was videoing it, talking to myself I cried out, “I’m doing it, I’m squirting, I can’t believe I’ve done it, OMG, YYEEEHHHHH.” (This amused Miss Adira a lot,) I have to say I was really proud of myself as I have tried so many times and failed. But after enjoying that first time, I continued to play, now I know what to do. I stopped the video and set it again to video my play. This would be a short one for Master and Daddy. I wanted them to see me squirt and be part of it too, but I know Miss Adira will want her own video to be just for her. I continued to enjoy playing and squirting until I really couldn’t go on anymore, physically I was exhausted, my arm heavy and tired. I still wonder where all this fluid comes from, the waterproof mat was sodden.

Eventually I got up with shaky legs, tidied up, and gave myself a quick shower. I couldn’t wait to tell my Doms. Master will be very proud of me and so would Miss Adira. So I went on our group chat, (knowing Miss Adira would see if first) and sent her a link to a girl squirting on YouTube. She responded immediately. “Why you looking a naughty pictures ?”  “Am I not allowed ?” I replied. “That’s not what I asked or said “ Miss Adira replied. Feeling a teeny weeny bit cheeky I said “So you wanna know why I’m looking at naughty pics ?” “Go on then,” She said.

“COZ I DID IT. I ACTUALLY DID IT.” I said, sending her the video.

A bit later she told me she was very proud of me, which made me grin like a Cheshire cat. Where did that saying come from ? Is it an old wives tale ?

To grin like a Cheshire cat means to smile broadly. Some definitions of the term stipulate that the smile must be so broad as to expose the gums. The idiom grin like a Cheshire cat may have the connotation that the person who is grinning is in possession of knowledge that the beholder is not aware of. 

Ahhh learn something new everyday.

 

So this was a real achievement for me. What else has gone on……well Miss Adira has a real good memory and remembers punishments that are long overdue. One being, getting me to make an origami farm barn. She loves telling me to make her origami animals and has a huge collection now, so then she decided she wanted a barn, found a YouTube video of what she liked and sent it me. I had tried to avoid doing it after trying once but she never forgot. She reminded me at the beginning of this week, wanting it done by the end of the week. I had no choice but do it. It took me all morning to just measure and get all the walls the same size, length and width. After my snooze I then began putting doors and windows in it, some where the windows were open, large barn doors that opened, others that didn’t. The next day I painted them but my paint was dried up so I mixed water in and it was more like watercolours. It wasn’t that bad but not perfect and I couldn’t figure out how to improve it. That afternoon I measured the windows so I could put in animals, looking through the window, others that would sit outside the barn and a farmer. Then I coloured those in. At bedtime I decided to colour the window frames with felt tips and make the outlines stronger. When I did that it looked much better. Not perfect but nearly there. Today was the day to now put it altogether, to fold the flaps that stuck to the walls etc and this was really frustrating. I needed another pair of hands but no one was in, so I persevered and suddenly the 4 walls were standing up on their own. I left it to dry before facing the roof, which was even harder. But again I thought about it before getting in a tizwaz and one side was up, then the other was done. I glued it down more, plus the edges of the walls where you could see the join, I stood back and I have to say, not to sound big headed coz I’m not at all, but I stood back and I was impressed. I think Miss Adira is going to love it, well I hope she will and could see all the hours it took to make it. I wonder if she thinks I’m going to try to make an excuse as to why I’ve not done it………..I will let you know.

Finally there’s one more thing to tell you, this makes me very hot under the collar, excited is beyond how I feel, so here goes……..Now I often day dream or dream about play scenes I’m in, often these dreams I have, I try to make them come true in the stories I’m writing. This one developed after something that happened with Daddy and I. We were shopping in a supermarket when Daddy was getting something from the delicatessen, So I wandered off to look around, I wasn’t far but he couldn’t see me. All of a sudden I heard his voice, booming, “Little’en where are you ?” I popped my head around so he could see me, “Get here now.” He said loudly. I felt myself blush but also become damp, no, wet between my legs. Excited by the embarrassment of it all, everyone staring at me, I felt humiliated. I’m still very surprised he didn’t wallop my backside there and then, but I got severe warnings never to wander off again. I tried to explain that I was a big girl, I was capable of not getting lost in the supermarket and I knew where he was but he told me I was not, I was his ‘little’ and he would not have me wandering around without telling him where I was going but he did not want me leaving his side, end off.

Now this little real scene has played around my head ever since and too this day still gets rather excited.

Then I had this day dream, which grew in my night dreams and got me rather excited. So imagine the scene……………………….

I was having a day out with Daddy and Miss Adira, we were going to a huge European outdoor market. I had strict instructions to stay by the side of Daddy or Miss Adira at all times. Now I love my dresses and handbags, so any stall or shop that sells them, I will let my temptation get the better of me. So I wandered to the stall selling dresses, about 3 stalls away from where my Doms were. After a few seconds Daddy realised I wasn’t with them, he and Miss Adira began calling my name, Daddy began panicking. Until I eventually popped out from between the clothes to see them. They were livid.

“I think you need to go to the car and have a quiet word with Aurora,” Miss Adira told Daddy. She looked at her watch, “It’s nearly lunchtime so why don’t I get a table in that pub we passed by the car park and you come back to me.”  I was a bit confused, why do we need to go to the car for a telling off. Daddy agreed and we walked towards the car park, leaving Miss Adira to get us a table in the pub. Daddy had a firm grip of my hand as we marched to the car, unlocking it he told me to get in the back seat. He walked around to the front passenger side, moving the back of the seat forward, he took something out of the glovebox but I didn’t see what it was, putting it on the seat. Moving the back of the driver’s seat forward he then climbed into the back seat next to me. The lecture began, don’t think I’ve seen him this mad before. 

“Turn around and face the back window,” He told me, “Spread your legs and lift your dress up.” Looking at him in surprise, I could tell he was deadly serious, so I did as I was told.

He wrapped his left hand under my tummy and held my hip tightly, hugging my body to his, then a severe spanking began with a wooden paddle, I’d no idea where the paddle had come from, all I knew was that Daddy was pounding my butt so hard I was crying almost straight away, I couldn’t hear what he was saying, the slap of wood hitting skin and my sobbing drowned his words out. I just remember him warning me to scream internally which is very very hard to do. Sometimes I opened my eyes and saw people walking past, in their own little world, not paying any attention to what noises they may hear as they went past our car. 

Eventually Daddy stopped, there was no loving after-care, he handed me some baby wipes and told me to wipe my own bottom clean, there was a lot of burst blisters and broken skin, so it took a lot of wipes before my skin was free of blood. Then I wiped my face clean of tears, snot and smudged make up. Daddy cleaned the paddle and went to the front seat to put it and the wipes back in the glovebox. He helped me out of the car, held me until my wobbily feet felt solid again then gave me a kiss and cuddle. Warning me to stay with them again for the rest of the day, sniffing I nodded and said I was sorry.

We walked to the pub and found Miss Adira, she told me to sit bare on the chair as I began to carefully touch the seat and eventually sit. “I take it we’ve had a chat,” She asked Daddy. “Yes we have and there shouldn’t be a problem again, but if there is, it will be your turn to speak to her, won’t it Littl’en.” Daddy asked me, “Yes Daddy,” I replied. “Very good,” Miss Adira said, clearly amused at this idea and seeing my discomfort. 

We ate our meal then proceeded to enjoy the day, looking at the stalls. I stayed with Daddy and Miss Adira, until I spotted an interesting stall. They were busy talking to the salesman, so I left them for only a few seconds to go and look at some handbags. I could clearly see them but by the time I’d wandered around the bag stall I was on the other side and couldn’t be seen. Until I heard Miss Adira shouting my name. She was so angry, stomping towards me, I was that shocked I peed a little, feeling it dribble down my legs. “What did we tell you ?” She told me, grabbing my arm, telling Daddy that we would meet in the pub again, she marched me back to the car, whilst people stared at us. I begged her not to spank me, that I couldn’t handle anymore. “Well you obviously haven’t learnt to do as you are told, get in the car now.” She ordered.

This time it was her turn to go to the glovebox, so I expected her to bring out the dreaded wooden paddle, with those evil holes that blistered my bottom. She came and sat in the back seat, telling me to climb into the front seat for a second. Then she moved over so she was more in the middle of the seat. “Come over here, over my knee, head to my left, now please.” I was told, “Lift your dress.” I climbed awkwardly so I was over her knee, my head touching the door, my legs bent so my feet were up by the window. Well you can guess what came next, except it wasn’t the wooden paddle. I gasped and bit my hand, “W..w…what’s that DiDi ?” I asked. “You know this, it’s my favourite paddle.” She showed me the black leather paddle with metal studs on one side, “Have you bought another ?” I asked. “Oh yes, both are new paddles and we have new ones to keep in your car too. You will not get away with anything at anytime. Like now, when you will not stay with us. But you will learn the hard way. No moving or screaming out, maybe you will learn after this.” 

My bottom, sit spots and backs of legs were spanked raw, the open blisters were bleeding almost straight away, I sobbed like a baby for the entire spanking. And struggled to get up when it was over. I sat awkwardly on her knee as she gave me a cuddle, before we got out of the car. “Now can we please enjoy the rest of the day.” She asked as she held my hand, “Lets go and find Daddy.”

We found him in the pub at the same table, I was still struggling to get my breath calmed down and found it excruciating to sit down bare. We had a drink then got up to go back to the market. 

“Look what I got you,” Daddy said, showing me a pink strap thing. He put one end around my left wrist and the other around his right wrist. “Now there’s no chance of you wandering off. I bought 3, you keep one in your handbag all the time and one for each car. This will not happen again.” I was mad, wearing a toddlers wrist strap, I felt like an idiot but I couldn’t take it off. I muttered “Yes Daddy,” then we enjoyed the rest of the day.

 

Now this long story about my dream has turned me on a lot, it sounds exciting, knowing what’s in the glovebox, what could happen at any time. Anyway I told Miss Adira about my dream and she thought it was a fantastic idea, telling Daddy who also agreed. So I have bought 2 leather studded paddles, 2 wooden with holes and 3 pink toddler wrist straps so when they come they will be going into the gloveboxes. It’s a scary but exciting thought knowing they will be there, but adds to the fun as well.

 

I’ve one more exciting blog to write but I’m not doing it now as this one deserves its own separate blog. But it will have something to do with my latest pictures and videos about playtime with my Mistress. Catch you on the next blog.

My stubborn behaviour left me feeling so guilty, I had to own up about my indescretion.

Miss Adira set a new rule about July time, that I could not dye my hair my usual plum colour, not dye it at all. She wanted to see my natural hair color and I hate my natural colour, strawberry blond, it’s a bit dull, boring. Much preferring the bold, bright purple or bright chilli red. It kinda makes a statement, shows my real personality. I was not happy at all, every week or so, I asked and the answer was always no. After a month or so, I heard her tell Master that she was only doing it to wind me up, it was funny. Well I was fuming when I heard that, I said, “Well if that’s the case then, I will dye my hair this week.” “No you will not.” She stated, I could tell she meant every word. 

There was no changing her mind, and I was getting more and more peeved about it. By late October my stubborn, pigheaded head was working overtime, my bratty head began working too much. One night I was sat in bed, it was time for me to turn the TV off and do some colouring for 20 minutes, Miss Adira’s rule.

I began thinking, Well if Miss Adira won’t let me dye my hair, then I’m not gonna do my colouring and I’m gonna watch TV until 10pm, so there. IMaging me pulling my tongue out as well, being a real brat.

So it began, I had this thought every night, but because I’m so stubborn, I continued my deception. Thinking I had one over Miss Adira. 

As time went on, I began to feel terribly guilty. But the more she repeatedly said No to me, the more I continued. I often worried if Master had got the camera in our room working so Miss Adira or Daddy could connect to it and see what I was up to. 

I also wondered why Miss Adira hadn’t asked where was my daily photograph to show the colouring I did the night before. She never asked once. Naturally I never mentioned it, but I was very surprised about her non-reaction.

This was very unlike Miss Adira, She is always on the ball with my tasks,  knowing immediately if I’ve missed one, yet she still said nothing.

I think this made my guilty feeling become stronger, By the end of November every night I felt immense guilt turning the lights and TV off at 10pm, but I continued. The same thoughts going in my head, Well if DiDi won’t let me dye my hair, then I’m still not doing my colouring. I know it’s pathetic, ridiculous and most of all very childish.

After our lovely weekend celebrating Miss Adira’s birthday, I thought I had to own up. It was getting closer to Christmas, my guilt was building inside, so just before Christmas I told her, well I thought I messaged her on Whatsapp, but I couldn’t find it so I asked DiDi to look. Apparently I wrote it in my daily diary and on Whatsapp, I got this message, “Just dye your hair.” I replied “No, I’m not doing it.”

By now, I’d kinda accepted that I was never gonna be able to dye me hair again, I’d just have to deal with the colour, it didn’t help when Daddy kept telling me to just dye my hair. I repeatedly told him, “It is more than my life is worth.” So I was starting to accept my natural hair colour.

Then on Boxing Day when we were exchanging gifts, Miss Adira handed me a basket filled with little gifts, the first thing I saw was a box of hair dye, exactly the one I use. Apparently Master had the job of trying to find a box of my hair colour in my bedroom cupboards, take a picture of it and send it to DiDi, so she could buy the right one. It was quite a task for him to do it without me seeing or finding it out.

So you can imagine the guilt I felt then. It was the worst feeling ever. And as the days went on, Miss Adira still said nothing about my indiscretion. On the 2nd January the boys were back at work, the rules were starting again, after being allowed a Christmas break. I asked Miss Adira if the bedtime rules restart, she replied. “You would presume correct.” 

Again there was no other comment from her, I swear this is like the worst punishment I could have about this. My guilt was just bursting out, it was killing me just waiting for her to say something about it.

On the 8th January I asked again, “Are you ever going to bring up the bedtime crime ?” I asked her, I was feeling really guilty about it. She sent me a very happy, smiley emoji as her reply. “That’s why you’re not saying anything isn’t it, coz you know this was as bad as receiving a punishment.” I stated. “Yup,” she said. “Oh that’s cruel, so so cruel,” I replied. “Yes I am,” DiDi answered. “But still loves ya,” I told her. “Love you more,” she answered.

From then on, my guilt started to lift, it was very slow, and at bedtime I still thought about it. So my rule is bedtime at 9pm, watch TV until 9.40pm, turn the TV off and do some colouring until 10pm. If I’m tired before then, I am to go to sleep.

So as it’s a new year, Miss Adira wanted to take our dynamic further, we both wanted her to go stricter, she wanted to add more restrictive rules, like Daddy choosing my clothes for the day, choosing my meals, telling me if I’m allowed booze or treaties. I told her I was very happy to have more, so we spent the next few days discussing possible new rules. Set so many hours watching TV, Should I ask to watch TV, Should I ask to watch the particular programme.

In the end we finally got some new rules set.

  1. Ask to sit on the furniture when we are together as a group or just us.
  2. Ask permission to use the toilet. (If no response in time to be determined) then consider permission is granted.
  3. 6 hours of TV per day – time can be earned or deducted, if deducted then Miss Adira will notify ma about what can be done instead in the time deducted. This goes from 8am to 5pm. From 5pm – 8.45pm it’s Master’s choice of TV. If I’m up in the night, I may watch unlimited TV of recorded programmes only, until 8am.
  4. Permission to speak to be asked for. When in the group, ask to speak once for the time together. When it’s just the 2 of us, ask every time.
  5. Permission to be asked for what colour I will dye my hair.
  6. To play with oneself to learn how to make myself squirt, twice a week, videoed.
  7. I am to keep a butt plug and jingle balls in my handbag all the time so at anytime Miss Adira can tell me to go and put either in and video doing it.
  8. Improve on etiquette, good manners, behaving ladylike and courteous to others. Addressing people correctly, waiting for everyone to get their food before eating, not talking over people, opening the door for someone, when passing a drink in a cup ensure the handle is facing them.
  9. Months when chapters of MissAdita’s book is to be written are – February, April. June, August, October and December.

 

My first experience with the jiggle balls was on Monday. I was going to a ballet at the theatre, Miss Adira had told me to go to the toilets in the interval and put the jingles in, videoing it as well. I asked if she would mind if I did it when we first get to the theatre as I don’t go to the toilets in the interval, the queue is always far too long. She said that was fine.

We arrived with plenty of time, so I headed to the disabled toilet, got me phone out and put it in a place where he would be able to see a bit. I had no lube so I put a little bit of soap on it. Well could I put the darnn thing in……no I could not. Huffing and puffing it was not easy, my right foot up on the toilet. I could not shove the thing in. I could hear people outside, there was a queue now. So I tried my left leg up on the toilet, see if that works. No, this way was even worse. All the while I talked to Miss Adira quietly so no one else could hear me. After 3 minutes, I thought I can’t be in here any longer, I had to give up. So I told Miss Adira that this was a complete fail for my first go, maybe I was rushing in the public toilets. I didn’t understand it, I’ve put them in many, many times, I was going to have to figure it out over the next few days at home. Miss Adira said the video was the funniest thing she has watched in a long time, listening to you huff and puff, talking quietly, struggling coz you had all your clothes bunched up, it was hilarious. I’m surprised my mother-in-law didn’t ask why I was all flushed, because I must’ve been.

Two days later I felt like I’d been fisted for hours, I felt bruised and battered around my happy spot, I presume from trying to put the jiggle in. After I’d done my homework, I had time to video part 2 of the jiggles as I am now calling it. Finding somewhere to put my phone, I sat down this time, one leg up on the stool, then just as I pressed record and began, the phone fell down, this repeated about 3 more times. Before I stopped the video, thinking about where I can go and put the camera before I call time again. Surely that wasn’t going to happen again. I sorted myself out, changed position, sorted my phone out, ready for the restart of part 2. I began again. Lubed up, I pushed the first ball in but it popped out, I pushed it back, trying to push the second ball in but as soon as I took my finger away, the darnn thing popped out again. I was beside myself now, why wouldn’t the flamin thing go in. I felt relaxed but by the God, I seemed closed up tight. Trying over and over I was losing patience. That’s it, I’m done today. Epic fail, part 2.

The next day after I had a shower, I spent some time having a little play, following the rules Miss Adira had set, trying to make myself squirt, I had to video it so Miss Adira could see if I squirted or not. Anyway that didn’t happen, but I did enjoy the play. So I decided to try Part 3 of the jingles again now I was lubed up and spread open a bit from using my fav rabbit. Still lying on the bed, I pushed the first ball in easily, (why was it so difficult before) the second ball went in with a bit of a shove. Pushing them right up there though, was a bit difficult. My fingers aren’t long enough to reach, I did think about using my rabbit to push it further up lol, but then after another thrust up, it stayed in place. Finally I had done it, I can’t believe it took 3 goes to do it. We have little sachets of lube we bought if we went to the swingers club, so I have now put some in the bag with my jingle, so at anytime Miss Adira tells me to put it in, I’m prepared. I just hope I don’t have to lie on the public toilets floor to put it in all the time though.

Anyway I finally did it for Miss Adira and kept it in until my afternoon nap, she was very pleased and amused by the latest video, so I was pleased I had made her proud of me and for me myself, well I was proud of myself because I really couldn’t figure out why I couldn’t do it, I was determined to do it and I did. Plus they felt darnn good too. I put a little bounce in my step to feel the balls jingle inside me……..mmmmm I like them.

I f*bombed in a road rage incident, whilst on the phone with Daddy.

Everyone knows I have a strict rule of no swearing ever from Daddy. It’s been a hard rule to follow but I’d been doing really well with it, until this week.

I had been on the way home from my Dads, he had just had a cataract operation, I picked him up from the clinic to drive him home. Stopping to buy him fish and chips from the chippy for his lunch.

Once I was happy he was going to just rest after we had lunch, I left. Driving towards the village, you have to go very slowly due to cars parked on the right and not much room left on the road. A lot of times the on-coming drivers think it’s their right of way and just continue driving in the middle of the road, leaving the on-coming traffic to have no option but to stop or ride over the pavement. 

So I was driving between 15-20 mph. I was chatting to Daddy on the WhatsApp Live thingy, but I didn’t have anywhere to leave my phone other than to put it in my centre console, Daddy couldn’t see me very well but at least we were having a chat.
Suddenly a car just pulled out from a driveway and turned right. I had to slam-on my brakes, luckily because I was going so slow, I didn’t hit him, but it was a close  call. The man driving mouthed Sorry to me, and I, forgetting Daddy was on the phone, forgetting the no swearing rule, as road rage built up, shouted out, “F**ing idiot.”

The second I said it, my blood went cold, “What did you just say Little Minxs?” Daddy shouted at me. I tried to pretend I said nothing but in the end just apologised repeatedly. “I am not happy with that outburst at all. We will talk about this later.” Luckily for me, he was in the staff room with some of his staff, so he couldn’t let rip and really tell me off. But I got a message from him telling me he was very annoyed and disappointed in me.  And I was too.

I didn’t get chance to speak to him the rest of that day, but in the morning he phoned and wanted to discuss my consequence for my foul language. He asked me what punishment would be suitable…..I never reply when he does this. Like I don’t want to tell him what I really thought would be a suitable punishment, mainly because I didn’t want it set. So I’m not telling you either, incase my Doms read it but you can tell me what your consequence would be. He gave me my last warning about ever swearing again. He said “He would spank my butt, sitspot, legs so hard I would not sit down for a week, That is a promise Little Minxs, you have not had a real severe spanking from me before but you swear again and you will experience it. But your consequence is, you are to write a sign, apologising for your outburst, you will wear it over your head, naked, I want a video, apologising to all your Doms, I want a sincere apology, send it to the group chat for all of us to see it. If anyone thinks it’s not sincere, you will do it again. You will also wash up by hand for a week, starting today. Naked, wearing the sign.” I opened my mouth to argue, saying “I can’t do it naked if E is home, or wear the sign,” “The rest of the time you can, you can send some photos to prove it’s been done. Do you understand, you do not use the dishwasher !” Daddy told me. I must admit, I was speechless, making me wash up for a whole week was harsh but I suppose fair too.

Now as I continued my drive home after the swearing incident, Daddy complained that he couldn’t see me at all. So I picked my phone up and held it in my right hand so he could see me. Holding it under the window so no one could see me touching my phone. As it is against the law to even touch your phone once the engine is running. I continued like this until I got home.

Now whether it was a silly thing to do or just a general comment, I happened to tell Miss Adira about the swearing, then about holding the phone. She was not happy at all. “You NEVER TOUCH YOUR PHONE WHEN DRIVING.” She told me. “Is that a rule ?” I asked. “It is now,” she told me.

Again I was a bit gobsmacked. Making it a rule now means it’s serious. Miss Adira has told me she wants to move things forward, more rules, more tasks, definitely more time together alone, I agree and suggested she go stricter. Mainly because I know she wants too.

But my next blog I will go into that in more detail.

So what’s new……

As with everyone December was a very busy month, well let’s face it so was November. I bought nearly everything online, as I really struggle to shop the old fashioned way. Begrudgingly I have started to use my 3 wheeler walker, but at least it’s more me now I’ve stuck blue diamantes over it. During one shop when I went to buy the many animals their Christmas presents, I ended up with bags of toys, treaties for cats and dogs, plus other bits, a lovely young guy served me and tried his best to load my walker as carefully as he could. As usual our 2 beautiful spoilt babies ended up with quite a pile of presents.

Then I decided to make life more fun and get myself a chest infection, Master came down with what we think the Drs would say was a virus, flu type thing, but he’s actually still got his, that’s 6 weeks now. But he has a very busy week ahead of him so cannot get to the drs, but has said come next week and if he still feels the same, he will go to the drs.

Daddy started with a cough at first, then Miss Adira. Daddy’s only lasted a few days but Miss Adira’s stayed with her for a couple of weeks. When it came to meet up, we decided to be sensible and cancel it, knowing from last years experience, we just kept passing the illnesses around all of us so both Miss Adira and I were ill for nearly 2 months.

Anyhow because both Master and I were ill, we never put decorations up again either, it really didn’t feel like Christmas without them, but we had zero energy to do them.

 

So the first event was Miss Adira’s birthday and going for her tattoo. When they arrived, I was so pleased to see Daddy in a very posh, sexy outfit, he wore for Miss Adira’s surprise night away, last night. He had bought skinny black jeans, a shirt and OMG he’s wearing his waistcoat. There’s something so sexy to see my Doms wearing a shirt and waistcoat and he certainly did look very handsome. Stupidly I didn’t get a few photographs of us together, so I hope he wears it again soon so I can get some pics. Drinks made, we sat down and watched Miss Adira open her presents. She loved everything and felt very spoilt, but then she deserves to be spoilt by me, she puts up with my brattiness and stroppiness, she’s my MIstress and deserves to be spoilt by me. Daddy and I were going with MIss Adira for her tattoo, when we arrived at the tattoo shop, naturally Andy wasn’t ready, but we’re used to it, so expected it. The first hour was spent getting himself sorted, printing the design out, putting it on MIss Adira’s shoulder and upper arm. Then once she was sorted and the tattoo began, Daddy and I went shopping.

Firstly, I had to go to the bank, pay some money into Master’s credit card account, which we did then Daddy wanted to go to the Lego shop. He bought himself a car, then we went for lunch. Panini and chips. Now with the new rule about Daddy picking my meals for me, it’s still hard to get into. Daddy was picking food I’m not keen on, so I kept shaking my head until he said “Would you like ham and cheese?” I smiled coz he knows what I do like, then as he went to order I had a thought, if Daddy was supposed to order for me and pick my meals. then really, doesn’t this mean he shouldn’t ask me, he should just tell me what I’m having. So when he returned I broached the subject, and he agreed. Although I think he knows what I would eat, I think I’m still nervous incase he picks something that I wouldn’t normally have, then make me eat it, but I don’t believe he would be that mean. But he started to suggest meals he would like not meals I would/could eat. So I reminded him that due to my IBS I’m limited to what I can eat. That’s when he decided I could choose 2 meals I liked and he would choose from the 2. Also that meant if I was out with the theatre girls, having a meal, I usually know what’s nice in each place. God that makes it sound like I’m out a lot but I’m not. Once a month to the theatre, once a month for lunch. So not much really.

We did a bit more shopping then had a long walk to the other side of the shopping centre to the tattoo shop again. You don’t realise what a long walk it is until you head back again. I was very sore by the end of it. We had another 2 hour wait until Miss Adira’s tattoo was finished but now it’s done, it’s really nice. It is making me want one on my shoulder though, If I’m allowed.

Anyway we get home, Master and E came to the door, “Have you lost anything ?” he asked me. Now because I was tired and sore I was a bit irritable. I was still getting out of the car, “I don’t know, have I?” I asked. “Oh just wondered if you still had my credit card.” Master asked me. “Ofcourse, it’s in my pocket, let me just get in and I will get it,” I told him. After a minute or 2, we settled in the living room and I went to get the credit card. Oh poo, it’s not there. I searched my pockets, my bag and purse and no it’s gone.

“I knew you’d lost it. I got a message on Facebook asking if I had lost something about an hour ago. Apparently a lady found the card on the floor by one of the shops we went to. She brought it home and asked her niece what she should do. So she sent a message on Facebook to everyone with my name, asking if they’d lost something.” Fortunately Master knew his card number, expiry date, sort code, so relayed all the info and it was confirmed it was his card. He had already blocked it by then and asked for a new card and told the lady to cut it up and thank you for being so honest and for the way she found him. She then sent a photo with the card all cut up. 

Now this was not the first time I’ve lost my card. I normally keep it in my phone case, then I don’t have to carry my bag with me all the time. Daddy wasn’t impressed as I lost my bank card only a few months earlier when I was with him, we were actually getting a tattoo that day as well. Luckily Daddy found it in the carpark where we had done some food shopping, looking a bit battered as I think people ran their shopping trolleys over it. Since then he has told me to keep all cards in my purse. And I have been warned many times from all my Doms, when my card has been spotted in my phone case.

Anyway the following week we had a stayover and went out for a meal to celebrate Miss Adira’s birthday. It was up a hill, in the middle of nowhere, but a lovely little pub, I bet in the daylight the views would have been beautiful. Then it began to snow, quite big snowflakes were falling. One of the staff said “Don’t worry it’s not sticking, if it sticks none of us will be going anywhere.” We all looked at each other, not knowing if she was serious or not, But I think she was. But it didn’t stick, had a lovely night and got home safely.

Christmas quickly arrived, Master and I were still feeling quite poorly, so for a second year, we had no decorations up as we were just too ill to do them. It was an exciting Christmas for the family as for the first time, we had E’s girlfriend come for Christmas dinner. I was so pleased she came, I know E was, but honestly she is like the daughter I’ve never had, I love having her round, we all get on so well. Ine is Portuguese and it’s a tradition for them to celebrate Christmas on Christmas Eve. Basically the family come together at Ine’s house, about midday, eat and drink. Eat and drink some more until the early hours of Christmas Day then they open their presents and continue eating and drinking until they pass out. E and Ine stayed there for the night and were coming to us about 11am. I told him not to rush, they arrived very hungover at midday.  Unfortunately as the day went on and we visited my in-laws, Ine was starting to feel real poorly, she was very pale, hot and cold, in the end I said we had better get home and let Ine get some sleep. So as soon as we got home E and Ine went to bed. They both felt too poorly to visit my folks on Boxing Day, but to be honest I wouldn’t let them go incase they passed it onto them, that’s the last an elderly frail couple need.

And then it was all over, New Year is just another day to me, but we go to my in-laws and see the New Year in with them. But by 10pm I was struggling as I felt really rough, so I went into the front room, where Master was watching a film, Lay on the sofa with all the dogs and stayed there. We got home at 2am, the 3 of us just had no energy, achy bodies, going hot and cold. I’m sure we’ve all got the same virus.

We needed a food shop, Master kept putting it off so in the end I said “Look I’m gonna go, get some ready meals for us. Anything that’s easy to cook for a few days”. So off I went and did the shop, put it away then later that day I went to bed for a hopeful snooze. Which didn’t happen, no surprise there. Anyway I looked at my phone and noticed my bank card was missing. Oh poo, not again, I thought. 

I had a quick look around my bedroom, came down and looked in my coat pocket, then grabbed my car keys and searched the car, on the floor where I parked, it was nowhere to be seen. I then thought I’d get on the online banking and make sure it’s not been used with my contactless card. But I’m still not used to using it, couldn’t remember my username. I had to own up to Master.

After a little telling off, he went onto my online banking, cancelled the card and ordered a new one. I got more of a telling off by Daddy, but from now on, my card has to stay in my purse and I have to take my bag. It must never go into my phone case. I did ask if I could buy these purse/phone cases, but Daddy said that involved me spending Master’s money, so no. Card in purse, purse in bag, bag over my shoulder. But I may have a little look.

E and Ine seemed to recover quickly from this virus thing, but me and Master are still not right, Master has this annoying cough, that doesn’t seem to be going, we are both still feeling hot and cold, shivers and sweats, very achy bodies and exhaustion doesn’t seem to come close to how we are feeling. I don’t know how Master has been going to work this week.

But today, he finally said he needs a doctors appointment, so he’s got one this afternoon. If it’s a virus I’m sure the Dr will just say takes time to go, but I am hoping he can get some antibiotics. I’ve never seen him this bad before in all the years we have been together.

So not a great ending to 2019, or start to 2020.

Especially when on New Years Eve, my car was parked in front of my in-laws house, when a young driver was taking her parents to a New Year party, They live opposite my in-laws. Anyway she reversed into my brand new Mercedes. Pushing the passenger front wing up, damaging the headlight, and whoever knows what damage underneath that we can’t see. 

The girl is only 17, been driving 5 months and was distraught. Master dealt with it, well I knew nothing about it until he came back in. It was decided we would come back the next day, in the daylight so they can see the damage. The important thing was that no one was hurt. So New Years Day afternoon we drove back to my in-laws, the parents and girl came over immediately, I let Master sort it out, the parents wanted to deal with it, without involving the insurance companies as her insurance with sky rocket to £1000’s, due to her age and time she has been driving. Looking at the damage Master reckoned it could cost up to £3000 to repair and give me a hire car. So the Dad decided it was best to go through the insurance, swapped details, the girl still very upset about it. The parents thanked him for being so understanding and kind, he said “These things happen, the first accident is always the worst but at least no one was hurt.” My only concern was that my father in-law hadn’t seen the girl drive again. Over the next few days he said it looked like one of the parents was driving her to work and back. Anyway a day or 2 passed then I got a message from my mother in-law, the girls mum came over wanting my address, so she could send me flowers, my in-laws said no, it was not necessary and all I wanted to know was if she had started driving yet. The Mum said yes she was, but not having much luck as she went to town and got a parking ticket.

Hopefully she will have more luck in the future and mainly she will get over this bump, build her confidence back up to enjoy driving again. The car is fixable, going next week to be repaired. Not a great start for 2020 but let’s hope it can only get better.