Slave assignments aren’t all about scrubbing the kitchen floor or cleaning Madam’s toilet; yesterday, i was instructed to keep A’s husband company at the Great British Beer Festival!

As Madam has not allowed me alcohol for some time, i was a bit scared i might get drunk, but i kept to the low strength and i was okay. I used to quite like events like that but these days anything as testosterone-fuelled as a beer festival or a football match is my idea of hell.

Actually, it wasn’t that bad. There are some quite strong-minded Ladies in the Real Ale fraternity, maybe even a few Dommes i shouldn’t wonder. i did hate how i felt when i woke up this morning though – i don’t mean sick or with a bad head, just dirty, flatulent and lacking in energy. Not much use to Madam this morning. In fact, She would probably find my presence offensive if i was at Hers.

i can’t wait to get back to fragrant Feminity!

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