I will start by mentioning that, for those lucky readers who live where it is hot enough to be outdoors for much or all of the year, I am quite jealous; when I think of the fun I have when outdoors is warm enough to relax and sit. (Although I would very much miss the differences each season offers in places like the UK). But this post is about what can bring enjoyment on lovely summer days in places with weather like the UK; enjoyment for the Domme, but misery for the uxo I’m afraid. (But that misery they need, to feel they are helplessly in the power of a dominant woman with a mean streak. The feeling all uxos need in order to be truly content.

So many images on AI now that actually represent real life FLRs in every scenario. I see so many scenarios depicted that I have lived in the past and still live today. I have picked a few below, each of which I have lived and loved, and live and love. Two big and regular outdoor favourites are missing though. I wonder if an AI artist who has read my journals, can provide an image of my bitch, firstly undertaking ‘rotary clothes line duty‘, and secondly, ‘showing dolly the flowers‘. I must add for completeness, that I often sit in my conservatory looking out at my bitch, on luke-warm summer days.

I have selected holiday cottages with secluded gardens, even with secluded pools, and I have a secluded garden myself. But here is the rub! No secluded garden is 100% safe from neighbours and passers by and visitors acting in an unexpected way. Climbing a ladder for some purpose, riding by on horseback and seeing over a hedge, pushing through a weakly locked gate looking for a lost pet, etc. And the uxo knows that no secluded garden is 100% safe, so dread and fear is added to the humiliation; delicious!

And of course, my poor uxo is always inescapably locked in his little pink chastity cage.

Or a similar cage in the past. Very pertinent for when he is serving me and I am naked, or wearing very little indeed.

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Simply being really mean in a game of doggy-fetch-the-ball.

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Chained up and naked, and about to be left all alone for an hour or two.

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An instruction to kiss boots, and the none simply walks away. The naked and collared uxo has no idea if he will be outside and ignored for half-an-hour, or many, many hours.

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Or, the full human-dog treatment. Yes one holiday cottage I stayed at did have a disused kennel in the garden. What a miserable little uxo I had as he spent almost five hours in his kennel, while I was rather hooked by a box-set on the TV. My only breaks from the TV, popping out and giving my bitch a dozen with the whip between episodes. (And back indoors, my Lelo Sila sonic vibrator had to be put to work each break before beginning the next episode.

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Having him in a humiliating maid’s outfit or parody of a little girl outfit really makes things worse for the uxo, and so much more humiliating for the uxo too. Seeing him repeatedly and anxiously looking around and checking for breaches of seclusion is very amusing!

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There is always garden maintenance to do. Thirsty work. I always drink loys myself to ensure there is a constant supply for him of my fresh and undiluted nectar. He needs to be kept hydrated.

And that outdoor-dressed-up humiliation is doubled when I have enjoyed outdoor fun with a girlfriend, he gets to be cuckolded with later, of course.

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Then there is mindless tasks for him to perform. Having to move a pile of rocks or concrete blocks from one side of the garden or another. And then all have to be moved back again. And then all moved as before, yet again! The look of utter misery when, while he thinks it is all finally done, to hear those terrible words, “Move them all again bitch!” That look from him and his demeanour of total despair ,does cause a bitchy-power-rush that requires the Sila to be put to work. I adore when he hears the quiet mewing sounds of me having yet another outdoor orgasm while he sweats and toils in his state of exhaustion, AND, state of total sexual frustration.

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He can of course be put outside while one simply remains indoors and he is mostly ignored.

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A pleasure I enjoyed several times while in a holiday cottage in France.; being rocked to sleep in a hammock. And often in my swing-seat in my garden at home, and then that rocking continues while he watches the clock wating for 60 minutes or 90 minutes to pass before he must whisper adoring words to wake me.

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And the final amusement, when it is a lovely day outdoors. Chaining him up indoors, nose to the wall, to be utterly miserable and feeling the oppressive weight of gross unfairness, only his thoughts to occupy him. Thoughts of that unfairness, of utter tedium, of how truly cruel is his Mistress. And paradoxically, (because uxos are such irrational creatures), perhaps reluctantly, how in awe of his amazing Mistress he is, and how he knows her power is total, because he knows, when she asks, “Do you want domination my way, and I’ll do whatever the hell I want with you and to you, or do you want no domination at all?” he will always answer, “Domination your way Mistress”.

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