It's probably clear now that our lifestyle has a number of different 'levels' that I, in particular, live within for certain periods of time. So it's probably worth a quick note on names and things just to clarify matters so you don’t get too confused!
When I’m in slave mode- that lowliest, but often most satisfying and, to be honest, most securest mode as I pretty much relinquish all responsibility for myself- which is paradoxically, fabulously liberating- I call my husband My Lord, and will refer to him as such in this diary. Out of slave mode and into a standard submissive [but still flirty] housewife one, I refer to him usually as Alistair or, if I am feeling or of course being made to be particularly submissive, I call him ‘Sir.’ ‘Master’ was used from the outset by me, and for old times I sometimes slip back into using that title for him.to him, and it now adds an extra bit of nostalgic ‘frisson’ to our relationship at any particular time and I use it to my own ends I must admit, usually when I am being caned or spanked, and I need that extra bit of enthusiasm put into his swipes at my bottom.
I was out shopping this morning and went down to the High Street for some bits and bobs. It’s still not that cold despite being the end of December and I put on a yellow and white small checked cotton dress, a little denim jacket topped off with a Hermes scarf Alistair had got me for by birthday a couple of years ago and of course the obligatory, yellow high heels. I love those shoes- shiny canary yellow, you can spot me a mile off in them, just how I like it.