Kilted up in public

Goddess carried out her promise today that I should wear the kilt I bought a few weeks ago in public. And it couldn't have been much more public. She instructed me to accompany her to London where she was having lunch with some of her girlfriends at an up market restaurant. While there I had to go to Shepherds Bush Market to buy some fruit and some make up for black women. And then I drove to Oxford Street to look for a dress she wanted. I couldn't find the exact one so had to walk up and down Oxford Street asking in various clothes shops for the correct dress.
I suppose I got quite a few strange looks but maybe they thought I'm Scottish (which I'm not). Occasionally I caught sight of myself walking along in my skirt in shop windows and realised that I did stand out somewhat. But it didn't bother me as much as I feared and I would happily do it again. Later I picked Goddess up after her lunch and she insisted that I get out of the car, which gave her girlfriends a chance to look me up and down. They seemed a bit surprised, but knowing Goddess as they do, they know that anything is possible where she is concerned. I drove her back home and we went to her local, me still in my kilt, and later she instructed me to do her food shopping in her local supermarket. By the end, I had almost forgotten how I was dressed. Goddess reminded me that I should be wearing my remote control electric shock strap around my genitals, but I do that anyway whenever I am with her.
Whether the kilt will become a regular item for me I don't know, but if Goddess wants it I will of course wear it. But then, if she told me to wear a miniskirt, stockings and high heels I would do so, as I will do anything Goddess wants.

Privileged position

As slave to Goddess I am privileged to spend more time with her than anyone apart from her children. She lights up my life and I would do anything for her. I know I am not worthy to lick the soles of her gorgeous high heel shoes. She is incredibly beautiful, brilliantly intelligent and fiercely dominant in everything she does, as well as having the most amazingly captivating and charming personality. But she honours me by allowing me to spend time in her company. And every moment I spend with her is something to treasure. I enjoy the times that she invites me to eat with her or have a drink with her, because every invitation is a treasured moment.
I am a self confessed masochist and I dream of being whipped whenever I fall short of Goddess’s high standards. No doubt the pain would deter me from falling short of her standards in the future. I love my rubber suit and I dream of being sedated and locked in my rubber suit for a day or a night. The feeling of the close fitting rubber is wonderfully relaxing and the feeling of isolation and impotence while I am in the suit is exciting. I love to drink her golden nectar, which really is delicious. I dream of a time when Goddess channels all her fluids through me.
I wear my CB 600 at all times so Goddess knows she has me under her control. Goddess insists on this. Whenever I am with her I wear the remote electric shock collar around my balls. Sometimes she uses the control to attract my attention or punish me for some indiscretion.
I love the times when Goddess orders me to dress in my maid’s uniform and serve her when she visits my house. She seems to enjoy me being a sissy maid and I could never get too much of it. On one occasion she ordered me to wear my tight fitting corset overnight and I would happily do this more often – including during the day. She recently got me to buy a kilt so that I could go out dressed in semi-female clothing but she hasn’t got me to do so as yet. Actually, I would be happy to dress as a fully made up female in public if Goddess wished it. But then, to be honest, I would do anything she wished.
The reality is that Goddess is the most fantastic Mistress I could ever hope to meet. I know I am a pathetic cunt and can never come close to reaching her high standards. I will no doubt spend my life knowing that I am a failure in her eyes. But I will never stop trying to please her, making her life easier and making her happy. She is everything to me and I worship her.

A week of freedom

Last week I spent the week on holiday with Cornwall with Goddess, another colour, Burgundy, and Goddess's two children. She was kind to me and let me take off my chastity device while we were away and we had a good time, despite a lot of rain and a cold wind blowing off the sea. While we were away Goddess celebrated her birthday and we all went for a very pleasant meal. It was a relaxed week and everyone enjoyed the break.
Now we're back so it's back to normal. I have my CB on again full time and whenever I am with Goddess I always wear the remote electric shock strap around my balls in case she wants to attract my attention or punish me. I am getting back into the groove of helping her with her business and look forward to doing my chores at her house again. I would love to serve as Goddess's maid soon as I love the feeling it gives (especially the tight corset) but of course it's for her to decide if and when I do. I am looking forward to being a good slave for her and having lots of fun in the future.
Whatever happens I will continue to do my best to please Goddess and make her happy. Sometimes I fail, but her happiness is my happiness so I have a big incentive to succeed.