Piggy/Miss Adora’s blog for November.

So another lockdown, another covid test and another positive result…

Pretty much getting fed up with it all now. So it was my hubbies and my turn to test positive this time. Only this time I had an appointment I couldn’t miss, I’d had to cancel it once already and really didn’t want to again. 

I’d been waiting for a an appointment to get my lady bits checked out. See, I’d had an abnormal smear and needed further investigation,  now I’d already cancelled it once before and really didn’t want to again. Well working out from my positive result date and my appointment, I was good but only by a few days. 

So, to cut a long story short, I’ve been to the appointment, the team I saw were fantastic and really did put me at ease. I’m due my results any day soon from the biopsy they took, so hopefully it’s good news.

Manho the Daddy’s blog for November.

Manho’s November blog.

How do, readers, another month past and ever so close to Christmas…..bloody cancelled. 

So what’s happened in this last month, well both me and Piggy decided to go and get the woohoo flu at the beginning of the month, I thinks I may of caught it at work with one of my valued colleagues, the diseased son of a bitch, then passed onto Piggy. So we were both off for the beginning of November which was rather crap. 

At the end of our isolation, my new motor scooter arrived, so I decided to get a bobber styled motorcycle as Piggy wouldn’t ride on the back of the sports bike I had, so I hunted for a nice either cruiser or bobber and found a Yamaha xv950 which had a lot of custom parts added and rather nice, and must admit rides really nice as well.

I took Piggy to work on the old motorcycle and realised the rear shocks needed adjusting so it was not as bouncy. So after taking her to work on it, I went to see the lads at the garage I used and they adjusted the shocks for free and they, I say they, it’s a family run business, father and son, both had a jolly ride on it and both thoroughly enjoyed it and was impressed.

So apart from having woohoo flu and obtaining a new motorcycle not much has happened, work then home, work then home…

Oh I bought Piggy a new fish tank as part of her Xmas present as she does rather like her fishes, so just ordered all her bits to start up with so she can set her tank up, then we can look at introducing some fishes, once we know the water is ready. So that will be exciting for her. 

Also it’s her birthday in December so double treat with some new boots she likes…

I have ordered all presents for Master and Little Minx’s from me a Piggy so they will arrive at the beginning of December, then it’s the task of wrapping them…

Anyways, readers, not much more to say this month, all being well a little more of a blog next month as it’s Christmas and New Year, so until next month readers be safe….

Manho the Daddy’s blog for July

Manho the Daddy July or maybe August’s blog….

So me avid readers, another Covid fun packed month has past and hopefully this month there will be a little more context in this month’s blog than last month’s as it was commented it was rather, erm, shall we say short

So in the month of July what oh what has been happening in Manho’s world, working would be at the front of everything just a carrying on regardless in that area of my life.

Now it was Masters birthday this month and his Piggy had a wish list from Amazon sent to her for what he would like, so at the beginning of the month we ordered a few items he wanted from his list. The day after his 111th birthday we went to see him and my Little Minxs with his presents and Piggy did him a sweetie box as well, which he very much appreciated. Master cooked us burgers and sausages which were amazing, we socially kept our distance when we were there but it was really nice to see our other family and give Master his presents and just spend time with them both.

Now me and Piggy had a couple of holidays booked this month the first of which was with Master and Little Minxs, we were to be going to Pevours farm which is a naturist farm down in Essex, that was cancelled due to the pending doom and gloom of this bloody woohoo flu and the second week was away was with Piggy’s Mum and Dad down in the west country somewhere, in a Haven campsite and that was cancelled due to Dad still self-isolating, so the first week we cancelled the holidays at work and will reuse them later within the year, the second week we took off and booked a couple of days away at the beginning of the week to a AirB&B, it was a shared property with the owners and basically you had one part of the house and the kitchen was shared use, really nice house, had a hot tub so the child was happy, nice location, but would I do this AirB&B again, in one word Nope, hard to relax and be yourself when the owners of the property live in the same house. Don’t get me wrong they were really nice, however, I personally could not relax fully and fully enjoy myself. Piggy on the other hand enjoyed herself and would do it again. Now at the end of the week I had arranged with a friend of mine to go away for a couple of nights tenting with the motorbikes, so he arranged to look at a couple of campsites in the Lake District and bugger me, we couldn’t get a pitch due to being fully booked until the end of August so that buggered up that plan, ( Little Minxs explained if you have bathroom facilities of your own, you could go to campsites, but tents/caravans with no toilet or washing up facilities were not allowed as all shared toilet blocks/sinks were closed. ) So I then thought I would go out on a limb and ask Little Minxs if we could come down and spend the afternoon with both of them properly and not just a couple of hours like on Masters birthday, so Little Minxs spoke with Master who had to check if he had any plans and hadn’t, due to the weather that was supposed to be raining all weekend. So he said we could come and see them, so me and Piggy stopped off a the sweetie shop near us and bought both Master and Little Minxs some sweeties, Master likes his sherbet, so we picked him a few tubs of sherbet and Little Minxs wanted some aniseed twists and some cinder toffee, which I got. So with the sweeties bought, we made our way to theirs and got there just after 2pm. 

Now on the visit it was a little different, although distancing was in place still, it was nice to be able to sit on the couch with Little Minxs and be a little closer to her. We had a little, just a little bit of hand touching, now I know Little Minxs has made comment on Mr Johnson  and him publicly announcing that people who are in a polyamorous or BDSM relationship can go back to normal, although I am sure I have read that he said everything should be back to some sort of normality by Christmas, although he did not say which year, however as I have said to Little Minxs and Piggy, we would never ever risk either Master, Little Minxs or their sons health by coming seeing them if we did not feel so good or had any inclination that we may have this bloody Covid-19 symptoms and it is pretty much a common sense approach with regards this as this is not going away any time soon.

We stayed at Masters and Little Minxs house all afternoon and watched a film,  which was crap if I’m honest, although Master enjoyed it as it had Tommy Lee Jones in it and he has not done a bad film, bar this one, it was rubbish, we had dinner, a  rather nice Chinese, woohoo flu not included and all in all had a really good afternoon. 

Now I am writing my blog on a Sunday just before I go back into work tomorrow and just after me having a nice 3.3 mile walk. Walking? I hear you ask! In truth I need to lose some weight, I weighed myself a couple of weeks ago and was shocked to see my weight, 15st, I was horrified as this was the heaviest I have ever been and I am not happy with myself at all, I need to do something about it quickly, so both me and Piggy had been speaking over a few days and have seen challenges you can do from the interweb, some small challenges, so there is one which is the channel crossing, in which it is twenty one mile distance and this could be done by either walking, running, swimming or cycling and I logged into their app, through a third party app, so I decided to try it out today though map my walk and take the dog with me, so it took me one hour twenty minutes I think to do 3.3 miles which was a nice pleasant walk, although I needed a pee so I had to take a slight detour and wee in some bushes.

So I got back home after the walk and realised the trainers I had found in the wardrobe where not suitable for walking at all, so I am going to need to invest in some new trainers. Now the other reason I tried this, is I have been having a lot of issues with my left big toe, where is swells up really bad and becomes unbearably painful, this is down to gout and through my ignorance I hadn’t taken my medication to prevent an attack for years and just over a month ago, I had a bad attack, so called the doctors to restart my medication, I then had to go for a blood test to make sure everything was ok and knew that my uric levels would be high but with the medication this should reduce within a couple of weeks. Now a month later I am still having a lot of trouble with the toe to which I called the doctors again and explained the issues I was having and he suggested for me to have an X ray, as the medication I am taking should be in my system and be working, so there could be a underlying issue with that joint, when the results come through, I will let you know and I will keep you updated with the progression of the weight loss and walking I am going to undertake.

Now one last thing and this is to my beautiful Little Minxs, and it is simply Daddy is really sorry for upsetting you earlier this month with calling you ginger, I know you don’t like it and even when Daddy is teasing you, I had never intentionally meant to upset you and make you angry and I promise I will never ever call you or anyone that again I promise,  and I Love you loads……I am sorry x.x.x.x.x

Until next month reader……Bye bye.

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.

My new little tasks

The little tasks Miss Adira set.

Miss Adira could sense I was getting low, well lower than low. So decided to set me some tasks, get me thinking about other things and get out of the house. 

The first week, the tasks amused me a lot.

  1. Find 2 different types of post boxes, take a photo of each.
  2. Draw a cartoon sketch, no more than 5 boxes.
  3. Find me a funny street name.
  4. Take a picture of you at funny street name.
  5. When in supermarket-find something you think I would like that costs no more than £1

Hmmm, that got my thinking cap on, went on google, searched for rude street names and came across one, Cockle Dicks Lane, found it on my sat-nav, then went off for a drive. It was a beautiful day, so window down, music playing, I located this lane. No 3 and 4 done. On my drive home I searched for different post boxes. Now I obviously got the main UK red post box, but I knew we have ones fitted inside walls, ones half the size of the usual post box. But could I find them? No. But as I drove around, I saw lots of the posh, expensive houses have post boxes in the front gate, gate post or garden wall. Okay, that would work, it is a post box. So No 1 done.

When I went to Tesco to do a grocery shop, I was also searching for this thing DiDi may like. I didn’t want to pick sweets or snacky things, stuff I knew she’d like, I wanted something different. But costing under £1 was the challenge. I looked at the cucumber and thought, well I have an idea what she may do with this but the girth was rather slim. So I went to look for courgettes, butternut squash or aubergines. Now the butternut squash were huge, I mean gigantic, the courgettes were more realistic, so I picked one that looked pretty girthy, popped it on the scales, got a print out of what it cost, 73p. Perfect. No 5 done.

Finally, all I had to do was No 2, the sketch, I thought about a story to do for the cartoon, then did a rough copy. A kinda stick people sketch. But it looked good, DiDi did ask was this something I wanted, coz usually what I write about is something I want to happen for real, or has happened for real, I said I hadn’t actually thought about it, but yes, I do think it sounds fun.

So there was my first-week task done. It was fun, and started to think that maybe if it wasn’t to difficult for DiDi, maybe do this every week, even after the lockdown has finished, though I did ask if there would be consequences if I didn’t complete it. She said no, it’s just a fun game for you, no stressing, no worrying about it, it’s just fun.

That evening she set the next week’s tasks. And it was somewhat more than I thought she’d set.

1) find something historic in your town…

2) go to said location n do me a video telling me some facts and information about said place….at least 1 minutes n more than 3minutes

Okay, I had 2 ideas immediately for this. Studied them on Google, then picked The Round House, which is a famous house for our town. I wrote down what I wanted to say, picked a time where there was no rain, got me selfie stick, and went and did my report. Unfortunately, I managed to delete the video, so I had to do it again. And it was blowing a gale that day.

3)Find street names…where first letter in street names…starts with A,B and C…pictures required

Reasonable task. All I did was drive around side streets searching for the street names.

4) find a diamond picture that you think I’d like…and send link

Hmmmmmmm, okay I’m sure I will find one and did pretty quickly. I think she would love it. She said it was very pretty.

5) write me a very Erotic story…no more than 1 A4 page…

My mind began swirling around ideas, there was one thing my Mistress would love me to do, but she won’t force me to do it, and that is for me to go down on her. I have a bit of a thing about bodily fluids in those areas. Anyway, I chose this as my main subject of the story. If I’m allowed, I will type it out and post it.

6) plan me my ideal 3 course meal…( just a hint) we still may be going away in October 😉

This may take some thinking, wonder if Daddy can help with this. I later asked Daddy but he said he’d been told not to help. GGrrrr.

Thinking about what she would normally eat if we went out. I will be honest, Daddy did give me some ideas but I wrote it out as if it was a set Menu.

7) take me 3 sneaky pics of Sir without him knowing ( they cant be all of him watching tele)

Reasonable one, completed fairly quickly.

8) find me something online that costs no more than £3 that you think I’ll like..has to be kink related

This I thought would be easy, but it was quite hard finding something kink related. Everything in the kinky online stores had nothing under £5, even in the sale so I thought outside the box. What would I fancy ? Everything I thought of didn’t work out coz they were too expensive. So I came up with a punnet of strawberries, a pack of Nutella And Go, (a snack pot, half Nutella, half biscuit fingers) and finally squirty cream. For me, you could do some good kinky stuff with this lot.

9) find me 3 lampposts…that have a 7,3,1 and a 0..they have to be a minimum of let’s say 3 miles away from your house and have to be on different streets…here’s the challenge….1st lamppost has to be over 3 miles away…lamp post 2 ..has to be 2 mile away from 1st lamppost…and lamppost 3 has to be 1 mile away from 2and lamppost…and I’dike street names of were each lamppost is…4 can be anywhere you choose….

This one, well I read, re-read, re-read again. Okay, this one is a challenge. I needed to use the trip-meter in my car and had no idea where it was. I asked Master and E but all they said was, I’d ask Google. Very helpful. So on Thursday as it was the last one I had to do, I went off on this exploration. Firstly I need this trip-meter. So I asked Google, well I actually asked the car first, but she didn’t help. Google took me to YouTube, with many videos showing how to find it. Eventually, I got on the screen, Do you want to reset trip-meter, Yes or No. I clicked Yes. And it worked. Cool…… So I had to drive 3 miles away or more, then find a lamppost. Reset the trip-meter, for 1 mile, did the second lamppost, reset trip-meter for another 1 mile, and did the next lamppost. This actually sounds simple, but finding a lamppost with a particular number on it and drive was tricky, so I went down side roads that were quiet if there were any cars behind me, I stopped and let them carry on. Finally, I did a drive around to find lamppost 4, this could be anywhere so I didn’t need the trip setting.

Miss Adira was very happy with my task for the week, the erotic story got her tingling, which I smiled about, I’ve now learned, ( I think,) how to find the trip-meter, though if I don’t use it again for months I may have to look it up again. But I was really chuffed with myself for actually finding it myself. Not needing Master or E’s help.  I was curious to see what tasks would come next. Also wondered what the 10th one wudda been if I completed it too quickly, as she said it was a biggen.

Later last Sunday I got this week’s task. 

1) find shops that spell out my name…cannot duplicate shops….n I’ll have my full name please, Miss Adira.

2) I liked the historical info…so I’d like a historical area/street- same as before, go to said location n do me video telling me that historical info

3) give me a list/info to what you think my perfect evening with you would be- after I’ve had my favourite 3 course meal

4) find me a sexual toy that we could both enjoy that would be new to us both. That would cost less than £20 n send me the link

5) find me an erotic short story- needs to be short as reading bores me- so needs to hold my attention

On the way to see my folks yesterday, I looked for ideas for the first task. Find shop names and take a photo. Now my first thought about this task was that I would not be going to town, walking around the streets, minging with other people, to find shops. And I told Miss Adira, who said well leave it then. Then I began to think if there was a way I could do it without being close to other humans, that’s when I thought maybe I could do it, driving through towns, taking the photo through the car window. That would work. So driving slowly through the village I spotted 2 shops next to each other that I needed. There was no one on the road, on either direction, now I know you should not park on zig zaggy lines, by a pedestrian crossing, but there was no one near, and I knew I would be only a few seconds, so I grabbed my phone, going to take a photo of each shop, until I heard a horn beeping and there was a traffic enforcement officer in his van, telling me to move on. Blimey did he not know I was on a task. I shudda known better really, especially as both Daddy and Miss Adira work for traffic enforcement, in different towns. So I waited until I was on my home to stop in a legal place to then take some photos. BUT, when I told Daddy, he wasn’t best impressed, he said if he had stopped me he would’ve given me a ticket, which would be a £1000 fine plus 3 points on your license. “Do you really think you were right to stop there ?” he asked. “Well no, but I was only gonna be a few seconds,” I said.

As I obviously wasn’t gonna admit I was wrong, even though I know I was, I ended up getting a consequence.

This is the message Daddy sent to the family group chat;

“Right just been speaking to a certain someone, who thinks it’s ok to stop on a pedestrian crossing to take photos and gets annoyed when asked to move…..so this certain someone has to do a 1500 word essay on why white zigzags are down, why WE DO NOT stop on them, the legal consequences on stopping on them……for next Monday…….we all know who this certain someone is…

There are things I could say to this, but I will be sensible and be a good girl and just get on with it.

I’ve decided on the historic fact I want to talk about and I wrote my speech so that one is half done, for No 2. I have completed No 3, and written down what will follow after our 3-course meal. I’ve found a short book I think for No 5, I hope DiDi enjoys it, I’ve read it and it’s very good. The only issue is, it comes in 4 parts, and Miss Adira is not really a reader, but I found, as soon as I read the first part, I was hooked and had to buy the series. So I do think she will get hooked after the first book because she will want to see what happens next.

For No 1, I’ve found 4 shops so far, got another 5 to find, so I will have a drive around again, but be sensible and follow the highway code.

No 4, oh boy this is a hard one. Trying to think about what toys we’ve not got, even if we’ve got them but not tried them, and I really am struggling. I’m going to have to go through all the kinky shops and see what we’ve not tried. Just whilst typing this out, I’ve had 2 ideas, but 1 I know Daddy will not let us do at all coz I’ve already discussed it. So I will have a look and see if I can think of anything else. .if not, I will choose the idea I’ve just thought of.

feeling down

Feeling extremely down.

Over the years I have suffered with some form of depression, I’m not ashamed of it or to say it, I feel people do need to be very open about it then maybe others can understand it more.

Postnatal depression was the first, thankfully not lasting too many years.

When I had my accident at work, 16 years ago and popped 5 discs, finding out I’d 5 degenerative discs in my lower back, followed by many many other health issues following on from my back injury, I was told I’d never be able to work again. At 34 years old, this became a very hard thing to accept. I was now disabled. I was treated terribly by my boss, who laughed at my injury, when I lost control my bladder she was hysterical. I think she believed I was putting it on, that my back hurt only a tiny bit, she had a bad back so I think she thought it was something and nothing, and as for my bladder, I do think she thought it was general leaking you get when you are older. Not a full out accident, I felt nothing of my bladder, until it became so full, I would wet myself. But I never knew it would happen or worse, where it would happen. Thankfully I had an operation a few years ago so I can now feel it.

But all this took a bad effect on me and I was back on anti-depressants, it took years before I could drive past where I worked, say its name, even longer to say my boss’s name. I’ve seen her twice in the 16 years since I left and each time I’ve wanted to punch her lights out, I see her smirk as I’m walking slowly, using a walking stick.

Now I just say, F**k You to myself, I’m better than her and I’ve still managed to have a great life. Which is only getting better.

I’ve not felt really down for quite a while, but I am still on my anti-depressant. 

This lockdown has slowly driven me up the wall. Having 16 weeks of lockdown, only going to the supermarket then to my parents or in-laws, I’m slowly going a bit mad.

I feel stressed, on edge, wanting to be f**ked, but couldn’t be bothered, wanting a play spanking but couldn’t be bothered. Food wasn’t interesting, not even chocolate, wasn’t bothered about having a drinkie, I was in an automatic state, get up, at stupid early morning hours, do my homework, do the housework, eat, vegetate in front of TV, eat, go to bed very early as I was falling asleep by 7pm.

Day in, day out.

Both Master and our son were working from home, but its become irritating, there are things I can’t do now, as it may disturb them. I can’t get in to tidy E’s bedroom. Now I know, he’s 20, he can do it himself, but as he works long days, I’m happy to do it, though I do nag him to tidy it up himself. All I’m doing is putting his clothes away or in the wash basket, bring down all his pots and empty his bin, so his room isn’t smelly. I guess I’m a soft mum and feel if I can do it, I will. I know he’s capable of doing it, as his girlfriend says he’s really tidy on holiday or when he stays at her house. And as I don’t work as such, my full-time job is a housewife, so this is one of my tasks. In truth, I don’t mind, even if I nag, he’s not gonna be living here forever, they’re saving for a house, So I will continue to do these little things for him. When I can get into his room. But Master has been saying he would like to work from home 4 days a week, something I said no to straight away. I love him dearly, to the moon and back but when he’s home he just loves to wind me up, then get E involved, it’s like their sole mission in life when home. I need that space for myself, to have the house to myself, not to hear them both talking whilst in meeting after meeting. I told Master I would start digging his grave if he began working from home permanently LOL. He just joked that I couldn’t dig the hole without his help, which is true. LOL. I’ve compromised and said 3 days at home, 2 days in the office if he can, that way our cleaner can come and hoover without worrying about disturbing him, and I get a full day of peace and quiet too. I thought the idea of him working from home would be ok at first, I’d see him more, it’s certainly made him seem more relaxed without the long travel to work and back, but he’s much busier when he’s home than in the office for some reason. But full time at home, no, no, no. What am I gonna do when he retires !!!!!

But I’m still tetchy, I know I’ve been grumpy with everyone, unfortunately I take it out more on Daddy which I hate and need to stop because it’s not fair. I feel my nerves on edge from the minute I’m up to going to bed,

The worry about this virus is affecting me mentally, worrying about my parents or inlaws catching it, about all the family catching it, I’ve not liked the idea of Daddy having to work but I know he has an essential job, exactly the same for Miss Adira. Master hasn’t left the house once since lockdown began, 16 weeks ago, even now as things opening up again neither him nor I have any intention of going out still. Master worries about me when I go to do the shopping, my immune system and resistance is very low due to all my health problems, and I can quickly pick something up and end up really sick for weeks. So this virus scares us both, I worry more about Mum and Mother-in-law, as their immune system is even worse, when they get sick, it’s months until they recover from it.

Then we’ve our lovely neighbours, single mum with 3 kids, now yes they’re reasonably polite, don’t swear at each other (yet) but the noise. The arguments, screaming, day and night, on a few occasions I’ve thought I should phone the police, Mum just lets the kids screech for hours, and I do mean hours. It’s not a cry out, just seems her youngest likes to screech all the time. The chance of a peaceful read in the garden has come to an end and as schools have been closed, you can tell the kids are bored, but Mum doesn’t do anything with them. She will gab over the garden fence to a family member, whilst kids go crazy. They used to climb on our fence all the time but I became a bear with a sore tooth, I was outside every few minutes for a few days to stop them climbing, making it sound like I was concerned about them coz if the fence breaks they will get hurt, I really am more bothered about our fence. But god, the noise, I’m trying to figure a way to say can you play a bit quieter, some days I can’t even hear the tv, they’re that loud. They play in the front and the back of the house, there’s no place for peace.

So lockdown/stay safe and sensible, it’s becoming a nightmare that isn’t ending. Then there’s the concern of a second round of the disease.  It’s like, will things ever improve.

Then my Miss Adira began saying she was going to set tasks to keep my mind occupied. I know she was worried about my mental state. The tasks would be fun things, it wasn’t a serious thing so if I didn’t get it all done, there would be no consequences, it was purely to keep my mind occupied and get out of the house. I will tell you about them in my next blog.

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.

Pretending to ride Master’s Can-Am

Or pretending to as really there’s no way I can ride one of these. I’ve no core strength and it’s no good for my back anyway. Just have to wait til he buys Can-Am Spider RT. Which basically has like a proper armchair type of seat at the back, so it would be safer for me to go on with him.

Manho’s blog for February.

Manho’s Blog

 

So my avid readers, it’s been a while since my last blog so I thought it was time for a little catch up, so Christmas and New Year has past and all in all its been a rather quiet start to this year, not much has happened. Little Minxs has been, well, let’s say a reasonably good girl, although she has had her moments and I would say is long overdue for a good bloody spanking, but I am debating whether it should be a fun spanking or a punishment spanking, we shall see. Although both Little Minxs and Piggy had a good spanking session a week ago and was rather quite arousing to see my two girls playing and what not. 

Now as for me, I may have got me in troubles a little, for lord only knows what for and when Master and Little Minxs came to see me and Piggy a week ago, I was apparently due a prodding with the cattle prod Piggy had got as a Christmas present from Master. Now let me say this for the record, that shit hurts like a son of a bitch and only had a prod once on Boxing Day when we visited Master and Little Minxs and trust me I did not like it at all. Must admit I don’t like receiving a  spanking punishment either, cause if I’m honest, I am a whimp. Anyhow Master asked me to give him a suitable replacement punishment instead of a prodding with the cattle prod, so stupidly I suggested using one of piggy’s anal plugs wearing it all day whilst I was at work, with that said Master agreed and I had to take photos every two hours and send them to Little Minxs as proof.

The following Monday I got up at bit earlier, knowing I had to stick an anal plug up me bum. So I had the lube and plug ready the night before in the bathroom, I goes into the bathroom, does me teeth and what not, then lubed up the anal plug and god all mighty, trying to negotiate getting the plug up me bum was an experience. Now being honest I am not the smallest of peoples and trying to stick the bloody plug in was an experience that nearly bloody killed me, I ended up several times nearly falling into the bath, trying to get the plug in and I am not talking about the bath plug either. Eventually the plug managed to find its was up the bum so I thought. job done and start to walk onto the landing to get dressed and after literally two steps, the bloody thing fell out, so again I had the messing about trying to stick the plug in the hole. Finally job done, I go to get dressed and again the thing fell out, for F@*k sake I muttered, again I got it back up. I got meself dressed and finished off what I needed to do, still feeling this dam plug slipping out. So after about 15-20 minutes I felt a little sick and a couple of minutes after that, my head was in the white porcelain goddess, gagging and being a little sick. I thought nope, I can’t do this and pulled the plug out. Now I know this was a replacement punishment and I spoke with Little Minxs that morning and explained what had happened, she was giggling at my misfortune, evil Little Minxs she was. So I sent a video message to Master with regards my incident shall we say, with the anal plug and I don’t think he was impressed. A little while later I received a message from Master and it read, I have to wear a bra and knickers and stand outside a pub and take a photo with just these on and the photo must include the signage as well, this must be done and sent by the 7th March. I have to now do these pictures and 10 of them by the 7th March! Bollocks is all I am going to say with that.

Anyway I must now plan what public houses I am going to take these photos from and ensure they are submitted to Master before the 7th, I will let you know how I get on, until next time…….

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.