A few selfies after Master decided he wanted some fun. The shoehorn and my ass.

Some selfies whilst dying my hair plum colour.

Think someone wants to give my ass a spanking.

Yes please Master

Spank me. Squeeze my ass. Then spank me more.

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.

So April’s blog, what’s been going on.

Whilst the world is still in chaos, fighting this evil virus, us, the people are still trying to live as normally as possible. I will start by saying I hope you are all staying safe, keeping a safe distance from others, and following the guidelines set by the government from your country.

As for little old me, life has been pretty normal, other than Master working from home every day, not just Friday and our son being furlowed so he’s either asleep or stuck on his Xbox, coming down for food and drink.

As most businesses are closed, that also meant our dog groomer was unable to come and our Muffin Moo Moo, a Cavachon, her fur is more like a King Charles Cavalier’s fur and gets terribly matted whereas her brother Dave has fur more like a Bichon Frise, he looks like he has a perm. Never knotty. Anyway we’ve ended up buying a dog grooming kit, I’m gonna watch some YouTube videos helping me learn how to do it. In the meantime I’ve had to bath them twice so far and poor Muffi has had tight areas of matted fur. I’ve had to cut away, try to comb it away. Her skin looked sore but the vets are only taking emergency appointments, otherwise, I would have to take a photo of the sore area, then the vet would phone if I needed medication for her, I would then go to the vets, knock on the door where a bag of medication would be handed out through the door. Payment by card only. So I decided I just had to remove the matted areas as best as I could do. This took over 3 days as I didn’t want her sore everywhere. I’ve no idea if I’m going to be able to use these clippers but I’ve gotta try it.

One thing that has been awful, is my back. Without a dryer, I’m drying the laundry on an airer or the radiators, without a dishwasher, I’m having to wash the pots by hand. Now before anyone says well they are pretty standard chores, yes they are. Unless you have 6 degenerative discs, nerve damage, and a load of other medical issues. Doing just these chores are bad enough.

Now include doing the cleaning, brushing and mopping the floor, I’m refusing to hoover the stairs, one of the boys will have to do that. It’s reminded me why I now have a cleaner. Bathing the dogs was a killer so I had to get E to help as Master was working.

The boys are helping me, which I really appreciate, but I still find I try to do it all myself, especially as Master is still working and E doesn’t get up til around noon. I’d have the jobs done before then.

Then there’s the food shopping, I usually would do this by delivery, but it seems impossible to get one. I’m also doing shopping for the old folk, my parents and inlaws. My Mum has been classed as high risk so Dad is able to get an immediate shop delivered but sometimes he will need a few items, my inlaws somehow manage to get a delivery slot for a supermarket but I know they go online, frequently throughout the days to check the deliveries for any of our supermarkets. They have been lucky enough to actually get one. But they often need a few bits if I’m going. I must admit I couldn’t be bothered scouring the delivery slots until I got one.

One thing I’ve had to do this month is to use my disability for my own advantage, something I don’t like doing. But whenever I go to the shop, the queue is really long, and I knew I couldn’t stand in the queue for half an hour before getting to the shop. So as usual,  taking my walking stick with me as all the trolleys are kept inside the shop to keep them clean, I’ve asked if I can go straight in as I won’t be able to stand in the queue then go shopping.

Luckily I know most of the staff in Tesco, and they have seen me when I’ve seized up, unable to walk. They’ve seen me use the Motability scooter shoppers so they know I’m not lying just to get to the front of the queue.

Like I said I would never use my disability in this way normally. And I hate asking for help.

E has helped with the shopping, he will do ours, as it’s a bigger shop whilst I do the old folks shop. But pushing the trolley around is extremely painful at the moment, having lots of twinges, making my left leg feel numb and throbbing.

But all that is insignificant compared to what is happening in the world.

One thing I know for certain is I’m missing our extended family, Daddy, Miss Adira, their son C and all the crazy pets. Not seeing them since early February has been really difficult. It was Daddy’s Birthday yesterday, the gifts he wanted from me were from Amazon but the delivery was late so I didn’t get them until Friday, So I packed up mine and Master’s presents then Master arranged a collection for the big box to be posted, so at least Daddy will get his presents within the week.

Though I wasn’t happy with Daddy this month as he began talking about getting a motorbike again. He’d seen one he really liked, the price was good and he trusted the dealer who was selling it and next thing I know he’d organized a deal and was picking it up 2 days later. As you may tell I’m not a fan of motorbikes, think they are dangerous, too fast and just don’t really like them, plus I can’t ride with him but I know Daddy has really missed riding a bike. I felt guilty telling him I didn’t want him to get one but at the end of the day, he’s a grown-up, he doesn’t drive fast and he says he is a very careful driver. The main reason I really didn’t want him to get one is he has arthritis in both hands and wrists and when he had the old bike, he really struggled so I’m worried this may happen again. He says the positioning is different from the other bike so his wrists aren’t bent like they were so I guess I just have to trust him and hope it doesn’t happen again. 

So all this in the last month, no doubt the following months will be very similar. This year has to be the one year we should forget but know full well we will never forget it. My Mum says “It’s a bit like me telling you about what it was like at the end of WW2, the ration books, helping each other, rebuilding their lives, by the time you have older grandchildren, you will tell be telling them about the virus that affected the entire world.”  This is very true and more poignant for Mum saying this as for once she’s remembered what is going on with this virus, as her dementia is getting worse. So hearing her say that really brought it home for me. 

The end of 2019 and the start of 2020 have been bad years healthwise for Master, Miss Adira and myself, chest infections that refused to go away and Miss Adira damaging her shoulder. Never imagining what came next would affect every country in the world. So far we’ve been very very lucky that neither families have had the scare of this virus, keeping our old folk safe in lockdown our main concern. The numbers are dropping very very slowly in England, hopefully this won’t encourage people going out unnecessarily as we only need one person in that contagious, unknowing period to start it spreading once more. And maybe this is the time to reflect, to think about others not just about ourselves, make the world a better place. And hope we will all see an ending very very soon.  

Stay safe fellow bloggers and dear readers xx

Just having a moan.

Sorry I’m just having a rant. Suffering with chronic pain sucks.

I’ve never hidden away from my disability since i joined Tube or Fetlife or from my own blog, I have always appreciated the kind messages left from fellow spankos.

Now I’m concerned the issue with my back has moved up my spine.

I’ve had degenerative discs in my lower back for the past 18 years. Surgeons will not do anything with it as there’s more chance it will become worse than better. So I’ve just had to deal with it.

But over the past 4 months or more, I’ve had very sharp, stabbing pain higher up my spine. Master says the muscles are very knotted and tight, but the pain, oh boy, it’s like the start of my back problems all over again. I’ve cried with the pain, very wobbly on my feet, cannot stand straight and I’m needing to hold on every time I am stood up. We think it covers 3 or 4 discs in the middle if my spine that feel different.

My emotions have been awful, you know the type of thing, telling Daddy and PiggyJ that they don’t deserve to be stuck with someone like me, they deserve a healthy couple, a load of rubbish I know, they knew about my disability and about Masters migraines from the beginning and happily signed up to be with us, through the good times and bad times, through the fun and the sad times. I got thoroughly told off by both of them for saying it, but I know they wouldn’t leave us. I know I didn’t mean it.

My mind goes into a jumble of pain, anger, then concern that Daddy and PiggyJ don’t deserve this in a relationship, that this isn’t what they wanted. I’m concerned that these issues are more serious, have I now got more degenerative discs ?

I can’t have MRI scans anymore due to the internal tens machine I have above my left buttock, so I’m not sure the drs could see any damage with a CT scan, it took many MRI scans before they found out what was wrong initially.

I’ve hardly been out since mid-December, cancelling dates with girlfriends. Daddy and Master have not let me go out shopping, Daddy has even done shopping for me on his day off and we’ve not been able to play for a few weeks. I have to beg to go out yet the answer is usually no.

Now it’s really getting me down, I can’t just spend my life lying down, I’ve a family to look after, pets that need me, my Dad needs me to help with Mum’s dementia and alzheimer’s yet I’m not able to do any of those things.

I’ve now made an appointment to see my GP, my mother-in-law is coming with me. We now have Bupa with Master’s job, but I’m not sure what this means for me, but I think it’s time I went for a check up.

I am truly hacked off with it now, it’s wearing me down, so exhausting, every movement is an effort. I don’t want to spend my life back on diazepam or something stronger like opiates. On top of this,  I’m trying to lose weight, yet with doing no exercise, it’s almost impossible as I can’t even walk the dogs at the moment.

I need to get out of this low dip in my life, I hate feeling so down. I think a nice spanking may help but Master or Daddy won’t give me one yet. So I’m stuck in this box of pain that won’t shrink away and I can honestly say I’m extremely pissed off with it.

Master and E are doing everything they can to help me, it’s easier now E is driving as he can go shopping to. But they must get tired of seeing ne fed up, having to help me get up, get dressed, even get showered. E must get upset seeing me struggle, I know they’ve lived with this for 18 years too, they’ve had to change their lives, and it is very tiring on Master. He has a long day at work, a very stressful job, when he comes home it’s often not to relax, it’s to sort me out first. But we live/cope with it better, Daddy and PiggyJ joining us helps us too. Now when Master has to go away, I’ve got them to call if I’m really struggling. But being one big family is keeping me positive most of the time. Life us just shit at times, like now.

Dementia / Alzheimer’s really sucks.

This is a blog mainly for myself, I needed to write down what I was feeling, regarding our life, Mum and how her dementia affects me.

 

Today I want to talk a bit about something that has become close to my life unfortunately, the devastating mental disease alzheimers / dementia.

We have known Mum was ill with this suspected disease for 6 years or longer. Over and over the memory tests came back as Mild Cognitive Impairment. This basically meant early alzheimer’s or dementia. In the 20 minute assessment the memory team could “ tell “ there was no change to Mum’s failing memory. They wanted no information from us, they only gauged it on the list of questions they asked in every visit. Mum started at 80/100, then stayed on 70/100 for a few years. Then a few weeks ago, it had suddenly dropped to 50/100. The team have finally agreed there is a problem, so she was going away to decide on a diagnosis and a care plan. She asked if they felt that medication would help, Dad said he thought it would be. But as we can’t get any medication inside her will adding to the number help. She has 7 tablets daily, 2 are too big so Dad breaks them in half so she has 9 a day, but at the most she may take only 2 or 3.

I know I should be happy that we may have a diagnosis but to be honest, I came to except Mum had dementia a long time ago. Dad on the other hand has only recently accepted it, finally seeing what we’ve seen all along.

The memory team were returning for another appointment, to explain what they want to do now. I wanted to be there, Dad agreed at first but now has changed his mind, Saying it may upset Mum if I’m there. Personally I’m not bothered if it upsets her, I need to know what they think, I need to tell them things and ask questions but Mum wouldn’t be happy about it. But also she would forget about it eventually too. But Dad said no.

Now I have the trouble of getting Dad to realise the help available will be of benefit to him. Such as a gardener, I know they won’t have a cleaner, but they could use a laundry facility that picks up and delivers their laundry, lastly a big thing to help would be ready meals, freshly made, companies will deliver them, put them in your freezer and it contains all the vitamins etc you need. A big help would be to have a carer to come in, just to give Mum her medication, maybe she will take them for them, though I’m not sure. Online we discovered many people suggested crunching the meds up and putting them in yoghurts or scrambled egg, I told Dad this, he thought it was a good idea.

What always happens though is Dad changes his mind, I think he feels like he’s betraying her by making all the decisions on his own, he always says, I will discuss it with Mum. But Mum can’t make those decisions as she still thinks she is doing everything, gardening, cooking, cleaning, laundry. Dad needs to understand he needs this help and be quick thinking to reply to Mum if she finds out Dad has someone doing these chores. I can understand why Dad feels awkward, Mum has always been the head of the family and now Dad needs to do it. I feel frustrated because I feel I can’t do anything until Dad starts to help himself. But he’s more concerned with making sure she doesn’t get upset, if she finds out about these things, and she will throw a major tantrum but she would get over it and then forget about it. Of course this may mean, she throws a tantrum regularly if she sees someone in the garden, picking up laundry. But at some point Dad needs to stand firm and just do it. Maybe I’m being harsh about it, I just see all of this on the outside and so does Master, my Dad’s sister and even E has suggested it when he has been around to see them.  I go through feeling guilty about feeling this way, I’ve tried putting my foot down, getting all the information for him, but its got to be him making the choices.

 

But why I needed to write the blog is how this disease can confuse me so much, like I know why she acts the way she does, but I still find myself questioning it.

Yesterday I went round to see them unexpectedly, Mum was in a lovely mood, like the old Mum, I always say, we sat in the garden and had a lovely catch up. Then we decided to go inside as it was quite hot out. She sat down and it was like a switch turned off, she started to doze off, Dad brought us a drink and I wanted to show them 2 videos that were of me getting in and out of Master’s new kit car. Now maybe she didn’t understand it, but there was no giggle or conversation about it. So it ended with me mainly talking to Dad. Though I always look at them both so Mum feels she is part of the conversation. But the switch had changed, if we tried to engage in a conversation, we got, I don’t know, I’m useless, I’m a waste of space, I’m just a midget, I shouldn’t be here, I’m just a little small shit.   Mum never swears.

This is the time I lose patience, I will not pander to her pity comments like Dad always does, because I don’t think it works. Dad has spent years doing this, instead of almost telling her off, telling her she can’t be these things, with all she has done in her life. She can’t have no confidence when she’s been a teacher, plus gone on stage playing the piano for different choirs, even travelling Europe for choir competitions. This is not the disease talking though, this is how Mum sees herself, and has done all her life. Dad has never built up her confidence, he says, there there to her instead.

Now I’m a bit similar to Mum, I don’t have a lot of confidence, but what’s the point complaining about being small, or curvy, I am what I am, plus Master has never allowed me to pity myself, he doesn’t pander to my insecurities, instead he builds me up, the change in me since I started to go out with him, plus have his parents build me up too, my confidence is so much greater. Yes I don’t like going to new places or mix with new people, even people I know, I feel nervous, but soon I would relax into it. And I would chat with anyone, Mum would never do that unless someone comes to speak to her, she’s never joined in by herself. She will sit with a stoney, almost bitchy evil look on her face, which in all honesty, no one would feel like going to speak to this person who looks like that. Plus she’s of the age where you should make eye contact when talking, something a lot of us don’t do, we may be looking at the TV, looking around, on your phone, this annoys her, that’s when we get the pity talk. Again this has been Mum all her life, So all these things come out fiercely when the switch changes.

The pity talk began, Dad sensed it too, so went to make another drink, bringing Mum a glass of milk. “What’s that for ?” She asked quite nastily.”It’s for your tummy, it helps soothe it.” But I’ve not mentioned anything about it ?” She said. “You have sweetie, plus you’ve been rubbing your tummy.” Dad replied patiently. “Well if you can tell my tummy is sore, even though it’s my tummy, I suppose so. I must be useless because I don’t think I am.” She was very angry. Then Dad asked,  “If I didn’t mind would I go home as he needed to have his afternoon nap.” I said “Yes of course, I was going to go now anyway.” “A nap ?” Mum said. “Since when do you have a nap. We never have a sleep during the day, what are you talking about.” She was furious. Dad tried to calmly, carefully explain that they did in fact have a sleep in the day. “Well we might have one if we are sick, but we never sleep in the day.” She started shaking violently, as Dad tried to say that he just needed a sleep today, trying to stop the conversation of having an afternoon nap. When the truth is Mum sleeps most of the day, and they both always have an afternoon nap every day. But it was too late, she was livid, like, how dare Dad suggest such a thing about them. Saying such a negative thing about them, we should be put down if we need an afternoon nap. I said I often have an afternoon nap, if I feel I need one, I will go to bed. This didn’t help.

So trying to change the subject, I said come out and see me to my car. We walked to the car, but I could clearly see Mum was really angry, I gave her a kiss and hug, saying see you soon, like I always do. I got a, yes maybe you will, back from Mum. I ignored the comment, I’m used to them, hugging Dad, I got into the car and saw Mum’s face still fiercely angry and her body shaking.

I drove home, waving to them until they were out of sight.

This is a usual typical visit to see Mum now, you have to be so careful with what you say so this switch doesn’t change, as once it’s gone, it could take hours before she’s back again. But I also know she would be asleep within 10 minutes of me leaving. Even though I know what causes this change in her, I still get confused by it. When I told Master and E they both said, you know what it is, why are you questioning it. I think it’s still me not accepting it fully, it’s horrible seeing this switch to her personality, one minute she’s Mum, next second she’s acting like this wild woman or she just sits there, like the shell of mum is there but no one is inside.

 

Anyway, I just had to write this mainy for me, it helps me deal with it better. Sorry to blog about a sad part of my life. Dementia / alzheimer’s really sucks.

Thank you all.

Thank you everyone for my birthday wishes, I had a lovely day. Feel very spoilt by everyone.

Taking L to her zapping again then I think I may go to bed when I get home.

Bit of fun, or maybe not !!!!!!!

UAfter a long day, going to town to buy L some suckie sweets, she was made up to get her favourite Yorkshire mix, ( a variety of fruit flavoured boiled sweets, ) then a selection of sugar free sweets, as she is diabetic, before taking L to her radiotherapy and her arm exercise class, my back was killing me. Since our great day at the kit car show last Sunday, my back has slowly gotten worse. A bit unusual for it to happen slowly, normally after a day out, it’s the next few days that are agony, then with rest, it would get better. I think I’d rather it be agony over a few days than slowly getting worse over time. By the time I got home, walking was a struggle, well, doing anything was a struggle. And I was shattered.

 

E came home from work, stayed for all of an hour, enough time to get changed, check his hair was perfect, top up the freeze spray so it stays perfect, top up the aftershave, again, then doing both again before going out, saying he would be out for the night, playing pool then going clubbing, so he would be home late.

Normally I would be excited to have an evening for us to play, and I’d been so desperate for Master to touch me, spank me, fuck me and use me, but I literally had all my energy zapped outta me and I doubted my back would cope with any position we tried. Master asked if I would like to play, but looking at me he said,  “ Or are you too tired ?”  I hated to admit I was past too tired, I felt like a walking zombie and as long as I didn’t move, my back didn’t pound.

I was so mad, so fucked off with my body, my head desperate for a play but again, my body let me down.

We had nothing planned for dinner and getting way past dinnertime so Master chose a tin of soup, as I was too tired and sore to think, so I opted for soup too, even though I really hate the stuff. Master sorted everything, bowls, plates, spoons, bread to dunk in, tipped the tins upside down in 2 bowls for the dogs to have and heated up our soup. A real nutritious meal, not. But for once, I did enjoy it, though I never find soup filling, one reason why I don’t like it. Putting the plates and bowls on the floor for the dogs to enjoy any remains, Master said, “ hope you enjoyed that so you’ve some energy to give me a nice foot massage.” I looked at him, my mouth ready to say no way, or not quite that polite, but I said nothing. If my back was terribly bad I would have said I can’t today, my back is just too sore and Master would understand, never pushing me if my pain level is too high. And I would never use this as an excuse not to do something. So once our dinner had settled he told me to massage his feet.

Now before I start this next part, I need to tell you, I HATE FEET. It’s my biggest thing I hate in a human body, occasionally I have massaged Master’s and E’s feet, but I’ve never liked or enjoyed it. I don’t like my feet touched either, but I’ve tolerated massaging Master’s feet since we began our D/s life. It amuses Master because he knows how much feet make me cringe. He laughs at my grimaces as I touch them. It’s not that I don’t want to relax Master after a hard day, I love doing things like massaging his back, head, shoulders, bottom, just not feet and even if I try to look happy doing it, my face never lies, showing how much I’m hating this task.

But when I do it, I know I do a good job and Master feels much better after it, I wouldn’t mind doing it as a daily evening task after dinner really because I can see how much Master is chilling and winding down after a hard day at work.

I knelt in front of him, sat on a cushion, I took his slippers off, and my usual thing is to test the feet for sweatiness, thankfully none was there today. Then he told me to massage on bare feet this time. I give a slight glare towards Master but slipped his socks off. Revealing bits of black fluff from his socks stuck to his skin, so I used a sock to try to wipe away the bits. “Maybe they should be washed first,” Master stated. Again, a mini glare, again, my mouth twisted to prevent a mouthful of abuse coming out. Oh he’s really enjoying this, I thought and you just had to look at his face to see how much fun he was having. But I thought okay, maybe it will be better to wash his feet first. So, struggling to get up, I hobbled to the kitchen, wondering what I could use as a bowl. I would not use a food bowl, yuck that thought is nasty, we used to have a cat litter tray I used to wash the dogs feet but we threw it out months ago  because it was never used. It would have been perfect for this task. So I opted for the only other thing, a bucket, small painters buckets I have upstairs and downstairs, as they are very small they are not too heavy when filled with water. I ripped off a new dish cloth, filled the bucket with hot water and soap and came back to kneel in front of Master.

I then decided to do something I’ve never done. A few weeks ago when E was staying over at his girlfriend’s house, I had a thought to be dressed up in my French maids outfit, ready to serve Mater for the entire evening. Unfortunately that was when the brakes went on his Lotus so he was planning on coming home and fixing them, ready for when we were going to the kit car show. I’d asked him during the day if he was planning on doing the car when he got home and he said yes, if it’s dry. So I decided it wasn’t worth me dressing up as he was going to be mega busy. And he was, only stopping for food before continuing until 9pm.

Anyway back to last night, I got up, telling Master I would be back in a minute, stripped off, freshened myself up, got the French maids outfit out, and struggled to pull it on. I’ve gained a few extra pounds since buying this dress, but it fitted okay once on. Brushing my hair, I put the hair band on and came back down. Master thought I was going to come down in some sexy lingerie, ( though I don’t have any ) unless he meant the sexy outfits we bought ages ago when we were thinking about going to a kink club. But he seemed happy with my choice of outfit, as I knelt down in front of him, the water was still warm as I washed his feet then massaged them. I’ve got to be honest, I loved washing his feet, it made me feel like his slave, that I was submitting to him, looking after his needs, not caring that my back ached at all, my only focus was him.

 

 

Eventually the massage ended, then Master said something that ruined this fun.“ Now I want you to lick my foot. “ I glared at him, “ No way, I’m not licking your foot. “ I simply stated, this was going way beyond how much I hate feet. I’ve watched videos of girls sucking toes, YUCK, makes me feel sick.

“ You will do it, and none of this tip of the tongue, a proper lick from top to bottom, “ Master smirked at me, he knew I was swearing internally at him. I bent down and put the tip of my tongue on his sole and quickly went upwards, then repeated on the other foot. My face must have looked a picture but he grinned at me watching. “ Now do it again, this time with your tongue properly licking my foot, that last one was just the tip.” He told me, enjoying watching me fume inside. So I repeated again, putting a tiny bit more of my tongue touching him. Honestly writing this down, I feel sick just thinking about it. “ Now I want you to do it as if you were lapping up water, your full tongue from bottom to top. “ My god, I wanted to swear my head of at him, I wanted to throw an almighty fit at him for making me do this. Bending down again, my tongue fat against his foot I licked his foot, my grimaces plain to see.

He took photos of all this, you can plainly see my face cringing, grimacing, glaring.

 

 

Finally that bit was over so I cleared everything away. Suddenly Maser called out, “You’d better get your dressing gown on, here’s E.” “What ?” I asked, then I saw through the curtains his red car pull up, another car behind him. Quickly I ran upstairs, putting my dressing gown but stayed in the bedroom. I heard him say to Master that he was just dropping his car off so he could go drinking and clubbing, sort his hair again then went out once more, this time saying he would be out late. I waited until I heard the car drive away then came back down, locking the door again. Master called me over to stand by him as his hand slid up my leg to fondle my ass. Sighing, I stayed put enjoying his touch even though it was becoming more of a big squeezy pinch. Slapping my ass a few times he then told me to go. But I refused, wiggling my ass by him, whining for his hand again. It came down very very hard on my thigh, I ouched but didn’t move. “ I said you can go. “ He told me. I shook my head, whined and muttered “ Uh uh. “ Another hard slap on my side, I moved a tiny step. Master just looked at me, I moved another tiny step, when he walloped me so hard I ouched loudly. Stepping away, rubbing my bum.  “ Go and bend over the settee and stay there, “ He told me. So I bent over the settee, arms and head resting on the seat, legs apart. After a few minutes I began to get bored so I started wiggling my bum to the music from the TV. “ Stop moving,“ He said, his voice showing signs of amusement. I’ve no idea how long I was there, wiggling, tapping my feet, doing a little dance, but to be honest it was rather comfy.

Suddenly Master got up off his chair and started spanking me hard, one side, then the other, it really stung, heat deepening which each slap. Then he went again, sat back down and watched TV. I took my glasses off and got comfy still bent over the settee, wiggling, legs dancing a little until Master got up again. His palm hitting my ass, the sting and fire totally unexpected, he never hits this hard with his palm. But I could almost feel the red handprint burning into my ass cheek. He grabbed something and started using this to spank me, I think it was his slipper, but then he used mine, which was much stingier, harder and I tried to wiggle away. But he grabbed a handful of my ass cheek, bent down and bit it, I was screeching into the settee, but when he moved to the other side, ready to repeat it I knew what to expect, wriggling more, trying to move around so he couldn’t bite me, it didn’t work, he bit down hard. Finishing with another flurry of rock hard swats. As we hadn’t played for a while the sting felt much sharper, the burn hotter than ever, but I enjoyed every slap and slipper, my ass felt amazing. Master stood up, went to the kitchen, as I tried to figure out what he was getting, then I felt something pressing onto my asshole, then something got pushed in, I thought at first it was deep heat cream, knowing how much Master enjoyed using it, but there was no smell, no burning heat, then something else was pushed in, and another. I’ve no idea what they were. Then he disappeared again. “ I know what will keep them in. “ Then I felt ice touch my hole, feeling it contract against the cold. As it got pushed in, I groaned, whimpered, I don’t like ice up my bum. Once in, I got a few hard slaps, right across my pussy and ass, until I closed my legs together, holding my ass tight so I didn’t let the melted water escape. I stayed there for quite a while until Master said I could get up. As soon as I moved the water escaped and trickled down my leg a little. Cleaning up I sat back on the settee, playtime was over and it was so much fun. Even though there were no orgasms, for either of us, there was a little spanking, humiliation and lots of pampering for Master. I loved it.

 

The next day I asked Master what he had pushed up my bum as I had no idea, he laughed and said 3 grapes, they were just the perfect size and shape. I was surprised, nothing had come out. He said they will have been absorbed into your system. He chuckled as he continued with his job, I had no idea what he used but I knew it felt smooth. Master does enjoy putting odd things in my holes, lol.

Sunday’s kit car show.

Today we are off to a kit car outing. A 3 hour trip to get there, where its a massive kit car show, jumble sale of car stuff, fairground rides and the usual food and drink stalls. Apparently its the largest kit car show in the world, 4000 show cars, never mind visitors. It’s going to be a scorcher of a day, so skirt and t’shirt that covers the tattoo, but thick coat for the journey as its quite breezy on the motorway. We stopped at the services to meet up with some of the group.

All I know for now is there’s about 60 cars going from our clubs, the leader has the gazebo, plus another, and we have our own hospitality tent, which will be nice. Apparently this place has the countries biggest agricultural show in the country, and this car show is one of the biggest too.

But I’ve done something stupid regarding my health. On Friday I was getting some bad nerve shocks on my right buttock and leg and seriously painful nerve shocks up my spine. I sucked the pain in, not showing it to Master or telling him. Yesterday when it was lovely, I tried to sit outside, but my back was aching so much I kept coming inside. I haven’t told Master I’m struggling, because he wouldn’t let me come today, but I am. I’ve brought extra meds with me.

We had a great journey down but it felt very long, my hip especially painful. But parking in our small patch the organisers gave the club, its very very tight. There’s over 60 cars from the Club, But a lot of our cars are parked on the road.  I think id love a Cobra for myself and. Beach Buggy. There’s some glitter Beach Buggies, purple, rusty orange, filled with glitter, look amazing. Master is looking at the MEV Exocet, they do look nice.

Luckily the club organised a hospitality tent, so  we’ve had a walk around then come back and sit it the tent which feels much cooler. It’s soooo hot here, my phone says it’s 20° but I think it’s hotter. It’s a nice day out but not overly exciting looking at hundreds of cars, being a girl I look at the colour first then shape second, Master will look at the size of the engine, price, and style. We’ve not agreed about a car yet.