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Thursday Review – Spanked and humiliated

Posted on by Sissy billie

Currently I’m home alone and doing catch up with chores, house work, home related emails and added to the mix I have to do this blog post.

Madam is currently out doing some Christmas Shopping and then she heads over to Sir’s as it is his company’s christmas function this evening.  I may have to go and get them this evening or they may get a taxi as the venue isn’t far from Sir’s house.  If they stay over at Sir’s then I’ll go and pick them up tomorrow to bring them home for sunday dinner.

As explained in the last post we are trying to get our normal routine back and running, and to be fair we are managing it.

Thursday night was review night.  I had been back from work late in the afternoon but early enough to get changed and to be waiting for Madam with her bath ready.  I was in one of my maids uniforms and I already had the evening meal prepared and ready to go once I knew when madam wanted to eat.

When Madam got home the instructions were straight forward.  I was to change into my short maid’s dress and Madam would eat before the review, I would serve her as I should and then I would eat after the review was completed.

At 8pm I presented myself at Madam’s study.  I was dressed correctly and with the tutu underskirt as it holds the skirt higher and further exposes me.

As is the normal, I went through my book with the points that I had picked up and noted, faults and what I thought might get merits.  Madam made notes and ticked of in her book where things matched.  It was then the reckoning.  Madam decided that there was a need for a spanking and also 20 strokes with the paddle. Madam also pointed out that since I hadn’t felt 100% earlier in the week, probably due to me trying too hard with my diet and not getting eating in balance, she viewed this as a self inflicted situation and as such I should be reminded that I need to take better more care of myself. Madam also stated that she wanted to take a few photos of my punishment.

So with the punishments decided I presented myself and received the hand spanking first, madam uses this as a way to warm my bum up first so that I’m ready for the slightly more heavier punishments.  This was followed by the 20 with the paddle.

I was told to kneel so that Madam could get a good feel of how warm my bottom was and also she played with my plug a few time.  She told me to stay in position and left me while she went to get something.
When she came back I was told to turn round and then she started to tell me off about not looking after myself properly.  I sat there while she stood over me and I was scolded in the way that a parent might tell off a child.  I simply answered with “Yes Madam”, “No Madam” and “Sorry Madam”.  It was pointed out that since i still hadn’t fully learned my lesson from the previous weeks I would spend the night again with ‘my friend David’ secured in me.

Madam handed me ‘David and I was told to lift the hem of dress and the underskirt and to give a comparison of my caged clit compared to the 7″ of David.  Madam pointed out that if I continue to ignore her direction she may show this photo to Miss Ellie.  I was made to explain to Madam the difference between ‘David’ and my cage clittie and why I am cuckold.  Madam had decided that i would also have to endure some more verbal humiliations alongside my physical punishments.
I was told to turn around and present my arse to Mistress.  I was told to remove my plug and to set it to one side.  Madam had taken ‘David’ and was applying lube to it as I knelt and I expected her to insert it into my recently emptied hole.  That was not going to be the case.  Madam handed me the dildo and I was told to put it into myself.
As I started to insert it, Madam told me to take my time with putting ‘David’ into my arse, I should take time to slowly fuck myself with ‘him’.  As I put ‘him’ into my hole I followed the instructions given by Madam, and was constantly reminded that it was me that was mounting David, that I was fucking myself with David.  
Once Madam was satisfied with my efforts and as she pointed out she didn’t want me getting too carried away but just enough to be excited and frustrated, she handed me the harness that I would wear to ensure that ‘David’ stayed in place for the rest of the evening.
I put the harness on and adjusted it.  Madam checked that ‘David’ was seated correctly on the harness pad and I was then told to turn around.   

Madam made me sit down and this made ‘David’ push fully into me, she checked the front straps and then fitted the padlock.  I was now secure.  

I was told stand and Madam gave me a further inspection and was content that the harness was fitted correctly.

Madam handed me the keys to the padlock and I was told to take them to her bedroom and place them on the nightstand next to her bed, and that I was not to dally!
When i returned back downstairs Madam was in the kitchen and she had placed my dinner on the worktop and one of the stools next to it, she had removed the cushion from the stool and I was told that I was to sit and have my meal.  Again as I sat  down the harness pushed ‘David’ fully into me.  As I had my meal Madam would chat with me, she would suggest that should get up and go and get something and then come and sit back down.  Once i finished dinner I was made to wash my plate at the sink but again do it by sitting on the stool.
this was the pattern for the rest of the evening.  I would be doing some of my tasks and then be summoned to the living room and then made to sit of the stool while Madam would chat with me.  This continued until bedtime when I had to go up to her room and turn down the bed and then wait until she was ready to go to bed and only at that point was the harness unlocked.
Throughout the evening Madam continued with her verbal humiliation of me, and I’ll admit I was a bit of a leaky mess by the end of it.  Madam knows exactly what she is doing and it is a fine art the way that she can humiliate me knowing what will turn me on. Is it wrong that I so love her doing this to me?
As for her showing the photos to Ellie and David?  Well it is possible, but she may not tell them the significance behind each photo…or the whole significance of it.  I probably need to be on my best behavior, and also make sure that I look after myself.
It is Madam’s Orders after all!

Madam’s Valentines Weekend (and my tasks)

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Having had a lovely valentine’s day with Madam, and being downsized in my chastity, it was now a case of getting ready for Madam going away for the weekend with Sir.  Madam had booked the Friday off  and as directed I had planned to do my normal Friday tasks and to keep my afternoon schedule fairly flexible.


so on Friday morning neither I or Madam knew where she was going or the weekend, Sir had it all organised.  Madam knew it was going to be an AirB&B for accommodation for the Friday and Saturday night and that she would be out for dinner each evening and out during the day. 

I helped her pack her bag in the morning, and then went and changed so that I could go for the weekly grocery shopping, Sir arrived just before I was leaving and came in for a cup of tea, so I said cheerio and headed off into town.

I got back about 11.30, Madam and Sir had left and I found a wrapped present on the kitchen work top, a selfie stick to use with the phone that we use for doing some of our photos.  There was also a note from Madam telling me that she had packed a bag for me and it was on my bed (it was padlocked with a combination padlock) and the note also told me to pack an overnight bag with my toiletries and towel, a change of underwear, some male casual wear and bring the camera and phone, with the self stick.  I was told to wait for more information.

At 1.30pm I received a whatsapp message from Sir telling me to get my bags and head to a hotel near Cambridge (address supplied) and ask for a room that had been booked for “billie Watson”. I was to message him to let them know when I arrived.

I got there eventually, despite the Friday traffic, checked in and was told that a room had been booked by my “Boss”.  The room was very nice, I dropped my bags and sent a message.

Madam sent me a reply, with the combination for my bag and also with my 2 tasks for the evening.  These were to involve taking a couple of sets of photos, both as part of a bigger task.  Unfortunately I can’t go into details at the moment until the whole of the tasks have been completed.  The tasks involved a few sets of photos and a few changes of clothes, by the time I had finished both tasks I was ready for bed. That was my Friday evening.


Saturday morning I got a message from Sir telling me to check out of the hotel and to be at a certain Coffee shop in Cambridge by 10.45am and to get myself a cup of tea and just wait and watch.  At 11am(ish) a couple came into the coffee shop holding hands, and very close to each other. They ordered and went to the other side of the room  and sat down, yes it’s Madam and Sir.  

When Madam sat down you could just see the welts of her stockings. They were sat having their coffees for about 20 minutes and during that time I got a few very cuckold/ humiliation related whatsapp messages from Sir.  I had another cup of tea and just watched them from the other side of the room.  They finished and left and I got my next whatsapp delivered instructions to go and do some shopping and get Madam a pair of black panties and black stockings suitable for her to wear for going out for dinner with her boyfriend.  I was also told to go to a certain pub at 1pm to have lunch, but to order from the bar menu, no alcohol, just soda water.


Madam and Sir appeared at 1.15pm and it appeared that they had booked a table in the dining area. I moved to a seat where I could see them better and they could see me.  Once they had finished their lunch I was messaged to go and enjoy some sights of cambridge and get my daily steps in (I’ve been increasing my walking as part of fitness/ weight loss programme to help with my health improvement.)

At 5pm I got a message that “Madam’s maid” was expected this evening and I was sent an address and where to park – this was the Air B&B that they were staying in – to which I got back to my car and headed there.  I grabbed my bags and went into the building, they had the loft apartment at the top of the block, very nice.  

I was sent to the spare bedroom to get changed down to my underwear that I had on under my street clothes.  Madam came to the room and told me what the plan was for the evening.  I would help her get ready, then I would then drive them both to the restaurant that they were booked into and then come back to the apartment.  Once they were finished they might go for a drink but they would get a taxi back to the apartment. 

Madam had packed my dark blue jacket, my sheer trousers and black shoes in one of her bags, so that I would look appropriate as their driver.  She told me to wear the white sheer blouse that was in my bag. 

The jacket just covered the top of my sheer trousers and Madam made the point that I was not to wear any panties so my new pink chastity cage would be on display if my jacket was open.  Also the blouse was a white “pussybow” type of blouse, so there was no way to try and claim that it was a normal shirt, it was very clear what it was.  Once dressed I was sent to get my car from the parking area at the back of the apartment, I brought it round to outside the apartment ready to pick them up, but I had to come in to let them know it was outside.  Madam had handed me one of my face masks as I was leaving so I suspected that at some point there would be photos taken. As I came back into the apartment block Madam was at the bottom landing of the stairs and took some photos with her phone as I came in and some more at the top of the stairs.


Before we left Madam gave me a particular task to do when I got back from dropping them off at the restaurant.  The apartments had a Lift and I was tasked to get dressed in skirt and blouse and take a set of photos next to the lift, one of the photos had to show my chastity.  (you all have to thank Poppet Subslut for this as she has been badgering me to do this type of thing for ages and Madam had picked up on this and so I was duly tasked…..Thanks P!!!!)

With both of them ready I got them out of the flat and drove them into the town centre to the restaurant and then headed back to park up and get back to the flat.

Now the thing is that the whole experience was nerve wracking as the other flats in the apartment block were occupied and I could hear people moving around.  so the there was a constant risk that one of them would come out into the corridors or landings or even use the lift!.

Once I was back in the flat I got changed for the task   When ready I had to get out of the apartment and go across the landing next to the door of the lift.  I’ll admit I was bloody nervous as there were people coming and going from the ground floor flats, I was very conscious of the sound of my heels on the floor and every noise from downstairs.  The things I do for Madam!  Here are 2 of the photos, I was using the selfie stick and was still getting used to it.  I’m sure I’ll get better with it with more practice!



With the photos taken, and task complete I was safely back in the flat.  

A few hours later I got a message telling me that Sir and Madam had just ordered a taxi and they would be back in 15-20 minutes and that I was to be waiting by the door with some wine for my Mistress and her boyfriend. I was told to be in my pink cuckolding outfit.

I got a message telling me that Sir and Madam had just ordered a taxi and they would be back in 15-20 minutes and that I was to be waiting by the door with some wine for my Mistress and her boyfriend. I was told to be in my pink cuckolding outfit.

I had to rush to get changed and dressed, I was about halfway through getting ready when another message arrived telling me that they were about to arrive and that I was to be ready with my panties lowered so that Sir could see my new chastity (he hadn’t really seen it earlier.) so it was all a bit of a rush to get finished dressing. The message also said that I was to have the door to the Flat fully open so that I could be seen as they came up the stairs (and anyone else for that matter) – I was to be exposed again!

I added my face mask to my outfit as I figured that there would be photos taken.

There has been a few additions to the cuckolding outfit. One of which was the modification of the front of the dress, this was based on the suggestion from Poppet. I’ve added a series of press studs on the inside of the front of the dress so the front can be clipped up to have me on display or dropped if Sir wants me covered.

Madam had found a pair of pink heels in a charity wedding shop in Milton Keynes, I dread to think what the wedding or bridesmaid dress looked like if these were the shoes for it, you can see they are all very pink!.



Madam also got me a pair of pink garters, one for my leg and the other for a choker, as well as a pink wig just to complete things. All very pink! The last addition to the outfit was a pink corset, a gift from kerri.

Knowing that they were on their way into the building made me rush, I got the wine poured, the front door of the flat open and into position with the tray ready for Madam and Sir. I was now stood there with the flat door open and my caged clittie exposed to anyone that popped their head round the corner.

The relief that I had when the sound of people on the stairs turns out to be Madam and Sir! Madam had her phone out and photos were taken.

Yes I know my socks aren’t right and when I pushed down the pantie bloomers it moved one of my stockings, also the bow in my hair wasn’t square on, so all of these errors in my dress were pointed out to me so that they could added to my review book for thursday night, when my bum would be made to suffer for my lack of attention to detail.

Sir, gave me a good inspection particularly the new cage and that resulted in a lot of verbal humiliation.

I spent the evening carrying out maid duties, both in my exposed dress and also later I was directed by Madam to remove my dress and to serve just in my underwear. When not required I was put in the corner of the living room, with the occasional comment directed at me about how pink suited me.

Eventually with the bottle of wine finished Madam and Sir retired to their bedroom and I was dismissed to my room with the instruction to keep my door open so that I could hear what they were up to and incase I was needed. I was also told that they would be having a lie-in in the morning so there would be no need to make breakfast.

My services were called on once during the night, for both Sir and for Madam.




In the morning I was up and on the go for 8am, with having made some tea when Madam appeared, I provided her with a cup of coffee and she sat down with me and asked if I had been alright with the weekend and also with the elements of exposure. It was a fair question and I explained that while I was very nervous (ok I was more than nervous) about the whole thing I did get a buzz from doing it. I explained that I wasn’t sure about doing it too often but I would probably be ok with the occasional bit of exposure.

We chatted for a short while and I made Alice another cup of coffee for her and a tea for John. I asked what the plan was for the day and I was told that once I was ready I could head back home and Alice and John would be back later in the day, they were going to have a bit of a trip out to a few places around Cambridge and then grab a pub lunch somewhere that John knew of.

so once Alice headed back to the bedroom I went and grabbed a shower, dressed and packed my bags to head home to wait for them to come home later on.

The weekend was far more interesting than I had expected, considering I thought that I would be at home all weekend receiving updates by whatsapp, so being involved was great and my forced exposures were nerve wracking but yes I’ll admit I did quite enjoy the element of risk to it (Poppet you have a lot to answer for!). I’ll have to see what my next set of tasks are!

A rather frustrating weekend

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Earlier this month the high winds that hit the UK created some damage  to a building belonging to one of my former clients.  This guy helped me start out on my own many years ago and over the years I’ve helped him with several projects as his business has expanded, so to get a call out of the blue asking for my help and assistance saw me heading to Yorkshire the following morning.

So over the last couple of weeks I’ve found myself travelling up and back to the building that was damaged and also to attend a day of meetings and discussions at his main office near York.  

In most cases for each of these trips North, either by car or train I’ve found myself with an associated task from Madam, such as having to purchase hosiery of some form near to each location.

You may say that this is not much of a challenge but for most of these work trips I’m on a fairly tight schedule and to go and buy something I need to use my lunch break or look for very short detours as I travel to and from the meetings.  When Madam thought up that task she knew it would put pressure on me.

so last weekend found me working, not at home but on site in Yorkshire, acting as the Project lead and coordination between the Contractor, sub contractors and the Client’s factory team.  The job has been a real fast ball of “get things fixed, to get production back!” and this weekend saw the really key elements being installed.  All good stuff! job done over the weekend to have minimum impact or disturbance on the building and workers and the factory maintenance team ready to deal with the internal works as soon as the contractor was done.

It all went brilliant apart from…….Madam’s plan for me.

Madam had been briefed that I would go upto the site on Friday and be back on Sunday.  My client was sorting out accommodation at a local hotel for the 2 nights, so Madam planned to take advantage of the opportunity of me being away from her.

I was given instructions on what underwear to wear for the trip up and back, what lingerie was to sleep in and also to make sure that I had my Bluetooth headphones so that Madam could allow her cuckold husband to listen into what was happening in her boudoir on Friday and Saturday evening. 

Sounds like a plan and my twisted desire for humiliation had me very excited to undertake this challenge.

So on Friday morning I put on the first outfit allocated by madam, the black satin sissy cami and open crotch bloomers  with crotchless tights were the items stated to travel up and back in.  The rest of the items required were in my bag, packed by Madam, and I did a quick check and put “Master” and “Mistress” into the bag, so that I could do some ‘personal training’ while listening to Sir and Madam during the evenings.

The car journey up to the site was OK, I was clearly ahead of the Friday traffic and I arrived at the site at lunch time. My plan was to head to the hotel, drop my bag, change into the next proscribed outfit which was a black bodysuit and tights, add my working clothes over the top, grab a sandwich and meet the contractor on site.

However I got a call telling me to come to the site straight away.  The result was that I arrived and couldn’t change so my jacket was kept on as the lacy straps of the cami are quite large and pronounced and would probably be spotted if I had taken my jacket off. I did manage to swap my shoes and get my site boots on without anyone noticing my nylon covered feet, thankfully!

The afternoon was busy but productive and actually coming directly to site was the right option, but by 6pm I was ready to go to the accommodation, get changed and get ready for whatever Madam had planned for me for the evening.

At that point the client dropped the bomb shell, I wasn’t in the nearby hotel, I was going to be staying with him and his wife in their guest bedroom!  Bugger!

Now, my client is a great bloke and his wife is really lovely, known them both for many years, but I’m not sure that they are going to be that open minded about everything that I’m wearing under my male clothes and also the fact that my bag is full of the delights that Madam packed for me!  My first thought was “Do I have a padlock in my car, so that I can secure my bag while I’m on site.  Unfortunately the answer was no! Bugger…again!

 The next dilemma was “I don’t have anything in the bag to wear other that what I drove up in, (Shirt, tie, tweed jacket, moleskin trousers) and my site work wear.”  

At that point I needed a plan, and thankfully Madam’s earlier task of having to buy stockings and tights offered me a solution.  I made an excuse to my client and told him that I needed to check in with home and let Alice know that I wasn’t going to be at a Hotel, knowing where my client lived I told him that I would follow on once I finished calling the wife.  I got the thumbs up and he left the site leaving me to call home.
I called Alice and gave her the heads up that things were not going to plan and that I was now staying at the clients house and being hosted by him and his wife, so it would be highly unlikely that I would be able to be in a position to be dressed and practising on “Master” or “Mistress” while listening to the bedroom activities  happening 180 miles to the south!

While Madam was quite disappointed, I assured her not quite as disappointed as I was!  We finished the call with “I love you” from each of us and I then put the next part of the  new plan into play.  The supermarket that I purchased the tights from previously wasn’t too far away and as they had a clothing section I made a quick dash to it and spent a very quick trip round the clothing section looking for a polo shirt or something similar to wear.  Having found one I purchased it, removed the tags and added it to the top of my bag.
I made the 20 minute journey to my client’s house and was warmly welcomed by his wife and shown to the guest room and also where the bathroom was.  Once I was sure that she had headed down stairs I quickly changed grabbed a quick shower and put my new polo shirt on.
I got down to the living room to be asked if I wanted a beer or wine as food would be ready shortly, I declined and asked if they had a soft drink as I’m currently not drinking.  As he went to get me a drink my phone rang and I looked at it and it was Sir calling me, I gave a quick look round and answered.
“Hi John, hows it going?” I was trying to sound neutral.
“Hello billie, thought I would let you know your wife is busy on her knees doing your job…”
My client returned and handed me my soft drink and gave me a look, I wondered how loud I had the volume?
“Thats great John, Thanks for letting me know…..hope it’s going ok.”  I said tentatively

“Oh its going great, you know how good she is at sucking me…”
“Eh, yeh, I’m pretty sure that should do the job for you.”  I was being very careful with my words as my client was sat with his beer watching me.
“Well billie, I’ll keep you posted on how things go this evening, keep your phone on, I’m sure that you’ll want to know what we are upto.”
“Yea Cheers John! That will be great thanks, keep me posted on things, I’ll keep my phone on me just in case…”
and with that the call ended.
My client asked if there were problems. I don’t know if my face was red but it certainly felt like it was.  I assured him that things were fine.  I told him that the call was from a Guy that deals with a few things for me and he was sorting out a couple of jobs for me in my absence, which in the strictest sense was all quite true.
We were called to the dining table and sat down to have a very nice meal,  as the meal progressed I could feel my phone vibrate (having turned the volume down).  I knew who was sending me Whatsapp messages
but thought that it would be rude to look at them during the meal.  The conversation was very nice with my hosts and it was good to relax a little even though I was very keen to see what was coming through on the messages.
Finally with everything done, we were going to get up from the table and head to the living room, my hosts with a glass of wine each and me with a coffee, I decided to take a quick look at the messages, they were from Sir and the first was a short clip of Madam showing herself off in her Basque and stockings.  It was a bloody good job I was caged otherwise I would have been sporting a noticeable lump in the front of my trousers.  As it was I was just very very uncomfortable in my cage! 

I scrolled down and there was a couple more photos of Madam in her lingerie, nothing too rude but very suggestive and very erotic for a submissive cuckold that loves to see his wife in her lingerie and stockings!

Sir had added a few comments between pictures with the last one being “Going to the bedroom now, keep your phone on!”
I put the phone away and sat down with my coffee.  My client asked if things were alright?  “Yes, it looks like things are going well” I said a little sheepishly, “I’ll probably get a few more messages keeping me updated on progress.”  I sort of explained that if I hadn’t come up to deal with his project I would have been on site with “John” keeping an eye on his “project”.
My client expressed his gratitude for me prioritising his project over the other one.  That comment made me think as that really wasn’t the case, my relationship with Alice is always the priority, so I simply added  “Its alright, John’s got a good handle on this, he just likes keeping me updated on how things are going.”
the rest of the evening was very good with my hosts, we chatted and caught on some work news and also on some personal news, it was a very pleasant evening.
I could feel my phone starting again with messages.  I left it where it was as I knew there would no doubt be some more pictures of Alice and I didn’t want the risk of my hosts becoming more curious.  I eventually decided to call it a night as we would be on site at 7am and I did need some sleep.
I got to the bedroom and looked at my messages.  There were a couple of messages from Madam and several photos of her draped quite seductively over her bed.  The following photos are not of Madam but they are very close to the type of poses that were sent.  All very lovely and it reminds me why I’m in love and lust with her!

There was several teasing statements in the messages, both from Madam and from Sir, all of which just added to my frustration!  The final message from Madam simply said “Goodnight billie, sleep well, chat tomorrow!”

It wasn’t the easiest night to drop off to sleep but when I did it was with thoughts of my wife in her stockings!
This set the pattern for the rest of the weekend, at various times during the day and the evening there would be bursts of whatsapp messages arrive, some simply stated what Sir and Madam were upto and others had photos of Madam in various stages of dress from fully dressed down to just stockings and heels.  They both kept me fully appraised of what was happening at home!

 By the time Sunday came round we were putting the last parts of the building back in place now that the damaged structural members had been replaced.  I had received my last set of photos, which were quite vanilla, they were of Madam out in a local pub that does a good sunday carvery, but when I looked a bit closer I could see Madam had raised her skirt a little to expose her stocking tops.

By 4pm, everything was wrapped up on the site, it had gone well and despite a few glitches between the sub contractors I was ready to head home.  My client was very happy, he could get work back to full production on Monday morning and the building was back to being safe for everyone in it.  Job done, time to get on the road and to take my very frustrated body back home to my Dominant Temptress.

So, the lesson is when things mess up the plan and it no longer works, change the plan!  I think Madam very much achieved her aim of having me very frustrated and horny, it just was by the means that was originally planned.

Valentine’s Day preparations & Christmas Task Envelopes – Last week and this week

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The past week has been a mixed bag of work, and tasks set by Madam. The tasks have been fairly straight forwards and not particularly taxing, they have been a lot less of an issue compared to the previous week’s tasks (Naming toys). However that has all changed with this week’s task.

The first thing on Monday (22nd) morning was when I had to open one of my Christmas task envelopes. This task is going to be somewhat embarrassing to me and I think in 2 cases rather humiliating for me. I have been told that once the task has been complete I am to produce a blog post to further add to my embarrassment and humiliation.  Please, dear reader, you will just have to wait a little while. The task has 4 parts to it and the deadline of the end of February but I have been directed to get it completed at the earliest opportunity.  This is not going to be an easy task for me, it is definitely going to push me into uncomfortable boundaries. 

Last week’s envelope (Monday 15th Jan) saw me me pick up a fairly minor task which was that each day that I was out with work I was to wear one of my bodysuits and tights under my Male clothes. I was also required to carry a spare pair of stockings or tights in my laptop bag, just in case I laddered the pair that I was wearing, if that occured I was to change/ replace them at the earliest opportunity. 

Madam had also included the condition that no matter where I was I was to make a point of going somewhere and purchasing a pair of stockings and tights, I was to show Madam the receipts on Thursday evening at my weekly review to prove that each pair had been bought close to where each of my site visits or meetings had been held. If Madam considered that they were too far from where I was working then I would be punished.

With 2 meetings in London on Monday and Thursday, that was quite easy as there was plenty of places to dash to, to get an appropriate item of hosiery. My visit to Yorkshire was a little bit more tricky, The first day was quite straight forward as the meeting was on the outskirts of York, but a quick detour into the shopping area of the town when I got off the train did the trick. The second day was not so easy as it was more of a rural location and I spent the day fully occupied doing a site inspection and didn’t get finished until nearly 6pm. Thankfully a visit to a supermarket with a clothes section on my route away from the site allowed me to quickly dash in to grab a Bottle of water and a pair of black opaque tights in my size, remembering to take my receipt and to be on the road back home.

While I fully accept that the supermarket was not quite what Madam had planned or hoped for when she set the tasks but it achieved the aim.  Added to which the tights where a godsend on Thursday to wear under my trousers as it was a really cold day.

Friday was a work from home day so no tasks required to be completed, however I did get a run in another pair of stockings over the weekend, the result was that one of the packets of new stockings was pressed into service straight away! The laddering of the stockings has been duly noted in my small note book and I will no doubt have my bum paddled for my lack of attention and carelessness with my hosiery.  For some reason I’ve had quite a few runs/ ladders in my stockings since Christmas, it is become quite a hazard to the welfare of my backside!

On sunday evening one of the things that was discussed between Madam and myself was the forthcoming Valentine’s day. This is normally a day where Sir will take Madam out for the evening, or away overnight (admittedly last year was an exception as well) valentines day at home – blog post 2023. Normally if it is a weekday evening then Sir would take Madam for a meal somewhere local or for an overnight stay to London for a show or for a “fancy night out.” In either case I am normally left at home, generally not even tasked with driving. It was one of Sir’s requirements/rules that Valentine’s day/night was one of his dates.

However I was told that as Valentines Day would fall on a Wednesday, Madam would spend the evening with me. Apparently it was a request from Madam to Sir, which he accepted. I asked if Madam would like me to book a dinner table somewhere but she informed me that she wanted to have an evening at home with me.

Sir did set a condition on allowing Madam to have Valentines day with me and that was that Madam should take Friday the 16th February off work as Sir planned to take her away for a 2 night trip. 

This morning Sir called me to informed me that I should not make plans for the night of Friday 16th Feb or the Saturday/ Sunday, I was to be fully on call from 2pm on that Friday.

It is quite clear that something is planned for all of us in some way for that weekend.  On previous years there has been phone calls and skype calls as Madam was in the taxi with Sir leaving the restaurant or show heading back to the hotel.  I get the impression that this may be something more. 

I’m just really pleased that this year, similar to last year I will get the opportunity to have valentine’s day with my Madam, and it is also not lost on me that Madam has promised to uncage me that day!