She is much stricter, gives me less space and expects me to behave much more submissively. After she came home she simply made this clear to me and I have no say in this.
That has led to some funny moments in the last few days. It's strange that I have to address her like that. Sometimes we have to laugh about it, but it puts me in my place.
She has read my blog and understands that my cleaning day is not enough for me to be myself. New agreements have been made for this. For the time being, I always have to wear at home stockings with suspenders and high heels with a morning coat over them. If I have to consult with colleagues via Zoom, I can wear a shirt.
When visitors come, I have to go upstairs to the ironing room.
In the evening after dinner I have to wear a wig, not black but white-blonde. And then calls me Lola.
I have to look on the internet to see how I can make smokey eyes.
And for now I have to sleep in the utility room.
Piss play is a no-go. Based on my post about fisting, that's a priority.
On Saturday we are going to the Netherlands for a week, so I have to take all my stuff with me. So stockings, suspender, wig and high heels...
I thank you my Fräulein, my love for you is very great. So big that I can't write it down...
