Rules and Punishment

Sir and i are in the early days of our D/s relationship and so far there are few rules. The few that have been ‘negotiated’ (i am not even sure why i typed that word since he told and i do) are as follows:

 

  • Always wear glasses when with Sir – i usually wear contacts but Sir prefers glasses. I am happy to comply since he and i share a bit of a fetish in this area.
  • Always wear stockings when with Sir – i am not yet sure how this will pan out in the height of summer; we’ll see if there is any negotiation outside of the house etc. These stockings must always be of the type that need a suspender belt.
  • Be prepared to assume the submissive position on my knees and to suck Sir’s cock, possibly before i have even got my coat off. Sir is quite cheeky, or else eager; last time i was with him he gave me a very welcome mug of coffee (i had driven for 2 hours to get to him) and told me to sit down, then let me have just one sip before i had to take his cock (not that i am complaining you understand)!

Other than that, he calls me joolz when we are playing, in a scene or he wants to let me know that we are about to play. I call him Sir.

New rules will appear as we go along as they did last night while chatting.

Sir – what are you wearing
joolz – just a skirt and top (not changed after work)
Sir – knickers?
joolz – yes
Sir – you know you must never wear knickers when chatting to sir
joolz – what?

This is a new rule, not discussed and never mentioned. Sometimes he makes me go and take my knickers off during a chat and the other evening to insert a butt plug. But as to what must always take place no. i know though why he introduced it last night, it is because he wants an excuse to punish me. and because i am happy to be punished tomorrow i am not arguing!

We have some great ideas for tomorrow and what will happen and when. I am hoping these come off and i have a good blog post for Sunday! The weather is meant to be good so i think i will be stripped in the forest (save the stockings, suspenders and shoes), i will be wearing the collar that Sir used put on me for the first time last time we met and there will be nipple clamps. And there will be some punishment; perhaps spanking. Bring it on!

Almost too excited

Two events will happen at the end of this week. The first one will be when my son arrives home from the USA on Friday. He has been studying in California for the last academic year, though he did come home for Christmas. We went over to see him for his birthday in February, meeting his American girlfriend, some of his friends and taking him to Vegas!

Saturday sees hubby going on an annual day to the races which will enable Sir and i to have a day out in the great Britich outdoors (please let the weather hold)!

So i am almost too excited to work (though of course i am functioning fine at work). i am anxious about getting the son’s room ready in time (carpet arrives Thursday; yes i am cutting it fine). Plus Sir and i are almost over planning the day we will have (online and this morning on the phone). Sir has in mind some naked outdoor play, some bondage, nipple clamps (if he has bought them), lots of naughty sex, food (there will always be food as sex makes Sir very hungry) and fun. We always have fun.

In a way i dont want to get Friday over – i just want it to arrive. Your baby is always your baby and i so want to see him. But a day with Sir. Well I want that too!

The morning after

The day before (Just realised i am very unadventurous about my titles). It is not often i  wake up and wish it were yesterday, but at 5.30 this morning i woke briefly and wished just that. Now too, in the quite cool and cloudy light of day i would love to be on the M25 (as i was at this time yesterday) on the the way to see Master.

Our day together yesterday was pretty wonderful, it was also a long day – i was with him from around 9.30am till just before 7pm and boy did we pack the day with good things. Do i ache as a concequence today? Yes! Does that kind of day make me yearn for more? Yes!.

After days and days where it has seemingly rained each and every day, at last yesterday morning was one of bright sunshine and blue skies. It was cool as i drove down to the coast, but the lovely day put a spring in my step (if you can say that when driving a car). Master had the coffee waiting and we went outside in his little back yard, a sun trap if ever there was one, to enjoy it. No sooner had i got myself comfortable though that master had my legs spread, revealing my newly shaved, pantyless pussy. From that first wonderful orgasm in the garden the day was full and full on.

It was also a day of firsts – the first time i have had sex involving penetration in the great british countryside, the first time i have been made to wear a collar, the first time i have been completely tied to a bed. When i think back, no wonder i ache.

We also spent time chatting. We discussed all kinds of topics and once again were able to be open and honest on a range of things. The honesty in this kind of relationship is one of the most refreshing things. We took a lovely walk along the seafront later in the afternoon and since the little museum there was open we went inside and spent half an hour looking at all of the local history contained within. I am really pleased that we share an interest in history as well as in so many other things.

The only downside for me was that there was definitely something wrong with my bowels and i was unable to enjoy anal sex with master in the way i had last time. It was also much harder, because of this to completely relax at other times for fear that something was about to happen there. Master was great about things though and by the end of the day i really did let  myself go and have a fantastic series of orgasms.

It is going to take me a few days to analyse the day, but once i do i will have more to say here. What i can say though is that while joolz aches this morning, she sure is pretty happy with the world!

The maid is in the house

Master’s request for me to dress as a maid when i see him on Friday plays into my love of dressing up. Ok so this usually means putting on a little dress or smart trousers or rarely in some kind of fancy dress garb. Yesterday as i was expecting my parcel to arrive and i didn’t want to have to retrieve it from the post office later and because i had a report to right for work i decided to work from home for the morning.

The postman arrived at around 11.30 and it was as much as i could do not to strip off in the living room and get that new outfit on. Ok so that is exactly what i did do! It is black and white and silky. It fits fine, perhaps it is a little bit big, but the smaller size would have been too small i think. The only thing is that it will look better with a good pushup black bra, and i may need to invest in a new one to get the best of effects. As i plan to wear it for much of the day i think it will be ideal. i wore it with some fishnets and some lovely black peep toed 4 inch heeled shoes i have. i couldn’t resist parading infront of the mirror i loved it so much. The skirt rests above the top of the stocking top and is pretty sexy.

i took some photos to send to master – he was very pleased with the effect. So i admit was i. So, dear blog reader (11 so far) i treat you to my first blog photo. i grant you that this wasn’t taken with the blog in mind, bit it gives some idea. You also can’t see the little head dress but you get the idea!

Maid in waiting

This week I am preparing to meet my Master for the second time. I am to be his very own french maid. The costume is on order and should arrive Monday or Tuesday. The whole idea of being Master’s maid for the day is pretty exciting (so long as there is no real and serious housework to be done). After years of feeling I was too old to show too much of my legs, suddenly I have met someone who loves them and wants to both see and feel them. For him I wear stockings with suspenders, something I haven’t done for years; indeed I had thrown out all of my suspender belts! For him I wear sexy underwear and for him I seem prepared to do anything he wants  me to do. This I find amazingly arousing, and in a way I wouldn’t have felt possible.

Master and I chat online and on the phone pretty much daily. We discuss real life stuff and we discuss our new relationship. When I am in my submissive role I am Joolz and he is Master or Sir. This suits us fine. I love the way that when we get into role the tone of his voice changes and he is able to direct and instruct me while I wish to comply. This also happens during online chats.

This week I have attended a serious meeting dressed in a very business like skirt and blouse, while underneath wearing stockings, suspenders and crutchless knickers. I was also wearing a Butt plug. Master spent the day feeling very aroused at the thought of what I was doing and on the phone later we debriefed and had a very erotic discussion and phone sex.

We have also been running though some potential role plays which I hope will come true in the coming weeks and which I can detail on here.