Thoughts and fantasies of a submissive

The other day during a chime therapy session, Miss got me into such a hysterical state of being on the edge that not long into my second hour I lost control riding right on the edge and Miss had to, put me out of my misery, as it were. This is something she very much likes to do so was no burden to her.  But it got me thinking of ways to stop me losing it, of ways to stop a hysteric. What would be more traditional than a firm slap? But when I am on the sofa my face is usually a ways from Miss's hand.  So what could be a better substitute than my poor blue balls. Her hand is right there after all and she can pause the action on the knoblet to apply a robust smack to the balls to help me calm down and come down from the edge.  That way Miss can then build me back to hard riding the edge without going over.  I guess we just need the thick green slip knot leash to my balls to ensure they are properly presented.     It will also helpfully make my balls even...

 ... buy an overpriced coffee and carry some groceries. This is the first chance I've had to pause and reflect after a fabulous Friday last week, as afterwards I was laid low by a lurgy that has had me coughing and barking like a dog and not in the good way. Last Friday was a delayed start to slut season, the time of the year when I shave myself closely so my stockings and suspenders feel so heavenly. We had our usual Friday fun, some cuddles, some spooning with snoozes, some wascally wabbit attacks, some Miss time, some little spooning with my teats in her hands and her teeth on my arm (still happily bruised).  After a while we went downstairs and after a lovely dinner, we adjourned to the sofa where I donned my strait jacket for a through going therapy session. 2 hours of edging torture of the most exquisite kind, interrupted only for a pause for dessert. Profiteroles and cream fed to me while I stayed bound, delicious to be helpless but pampered. As I was listening to the t...

 Recently returned from a brief break, my mind turns back to my last time with ma belle Tyrante.  It had been 4 weeks of denial, due to one reason and another and we were belatedly celebrating a milestone. We had a lovely dinner up town and Miss got to play with me in the noisy restaurant without alerting or inconveniencing any nearby patrons. A lovense gush is not very noisy after all, and my occasional twitching in my seat, caused by its twitching in my pants wasn't noticed among the general hubbub. We got home via our usual train ride, the passing suburbs enlivened by the buzz.  When we got in Miss got down to the business of treating me for my sexual frustration condition, after the usual bit of Miss time of course. We sat on the sofa, my legs spread either side of her and she roughly brought me off. First to a ruined orgasm and then to a brutal full orgasm, pumped until my cream was utterly churned.  Then we had some more civilised fun and at evening time anothe...

 Friday is nearing and with it the long delayed birthday celebrations and ending, i hope of my current bout of chastity. Leading up to this I have been trying to find various implements and devices, some of rubber, some electronic and facing the usual banes of forgetting the careful place I hid the charger for some reason.  Miss too has been looking and so between us we have two things ready for our fancy lunch on Friday.  Mine is a lovense vibrator, the green gush one, which wraps around the shaft of the knoblet and can be remote activated by phone. The link didn't work for Miss today but I gave it a good workout using my phone while rereading one of my favourite bondage novels. The charge lasted throughout this on and off again session and with some reserve and I am in hopes that it will last throughout the lunch and the train trip home. The high tech solution may not work, so may have to be Miss on my phone.  The other thing found was by Miss, a small black leathe...

 I am feeling low at the moment, ill when I should be round with Miss enjoying various planned birthday treats. These have been postponed to a lengthy session next Friday.  Throughout a frustrating week, with cancellations for other social events too, one of the most frustrating things has been my lack of frustration. Today marks 3 weeks since last I was emptied, but with my illness my libido has been as suppressed as my social life. But it has been coming back slowly, and with it thoughts of happier times with Miss. Happier times next week when it will have been 4 weeks and by when I'll probably be climbing the walls again with a raging libido.  So ahead of that time, from the embers, a thought for a happier time. Miss makes me take the cushion from the spare chair in the lounge. It's red and broad and helpful to aging knees like mine. i place it before Miss's preferred seat on the main sofa. I place a towel over it to protect it from any accidents and then kneel before ...

I've been thinking about therapy, as I am want to do heading into my third week of denial, and the ideas i have for more treatments.  One came to the other day, when I was not coming as it were. Miss likes to end her treatments with a very vigorous climax for me, what I think of as a crushing orgasm, having my libido crushed. Often for days to be fair. Sadly, this is not always a possible outcome and Miss must refrain, due to other things in my life.  But I thought she might like an idea I had which never impacts my ability to retain my libido after.  My thought was that after a session of therapy has ended, then Miss could continue to stimulate me, with just a thumb or finger on the underside of the head. This will keep me close and with minimal effort get me to the edge. Then Miss can just continue until i start to go over and take away her finger when she feels me climaxing, so i just dribble out a sad little ruined orgasm. Without stroking it out, this will leave me s...