Thoughts and fantasies of a submissive

I had a fabulous day again with Miss last week, our usual mix of pleasantnesses, a fine breakfast, good company, some snoozing, some wabbit assaults and some time on the sofa with a straitjacket and some coconut oil. Happy times. And on that alone, thank you Miss may I please have another... On the sofa and when in Miss' embrace upstairs she would occasionally be rougher with me, to which I would say pretty please, pretty please more please. When she was roughly tweaking my nipples or slapping the knoblet from side to side it inflamed me as it always does, the pain its usual accelerant. But I got to thinking, as one does when a sweet woman is pumping and polishing one, how Miss could make me beg for abuse. Not just abuse I crave, to have my knoblet slapped about and my balls squeezed in her fist but for things that are just a little too much for me. Like some firm patting spanks on my balls. Or little flicks on them. Or a steady stream of splats with a ruler to the head of the knob...

The flip side of me asking very nicely for the bondage and abuse i crave, is that Miss doesn't have to ask at all. She doesn't have to say anything, she can just do. And does.  But i dream of her just speaking to me, quietly over breakfast, or just talking into my ear on the train in the way home. Not asking if she can do something but telling me. This will happen. When we get home these things will happen. I will do them and you will accept them.  Whatever they are. Whether I'd prefer something else ... no matter.  And there would be the world going by unaware. Miss smiling sweetly at the world, the picture of ignorance. Me just processing what will happen. Coming to terms with my fate, with what will happen in private while the world passes on oblivious.  Just not in a loud voice please Miss, no need to alarm the world.  Just me.  

 Miss and I enjoy very lazy Fridays and have been known to have a doze or two in amongst the usual frolics and frivolity. Miss usually has an extra sleep to me and i usually just hold her tenderly while she dozes, trying to keep as still as possible as I listen to her slow breathing. But i thought Miss might a variation for her all important third doze: I roll over to my side away from Miss, in the recovery position legs slightly spread whilst on my side. Miss rolls next to me and gets comfortable with the right number of pillows and lying slightly below me. When she is as comfy as possible, she reaches out with her left hand between my legs and grips my package. She then settles down to her doze, feeling her grip on my most sensitive places, and feel whatever she does in her dreams.   I must lie as still as I can, for when Miss wakes she will shift from slumber to roughing me up in her usual preferred style. Which will keep me wide awake as I wait for the deep breathing ...

One of the things that comes from a long friendship is the easy bantering familiarity. Calling each other out for our various foolishnesses and mistakes, and all good fun it is.  But as a submissive it can mean Miss thinks I am being critical of her domme-ing style, or of her choices when we are together. But in fact I am always trying to empower her, to be free to take charge and make me her happy plaything. Therapy sessions were such an idea, leaning in to abusing her favourite toy. So my little bitch, little limerick was seen by her as a failing that we didn't get to all the things in that. Ah ma belle Tyrante, no, our last time together was just perfect. From the snuggle to the snooze, from the steak to the sofa.  While on last time, we had just finished a lovely bit of Miss time when I asked, very nicely, if i could please be little spoon. Miss obliged and hugged me close to her, while her arms wrapped me tight to her, her fingers working my nipples, first teasing then ro...

Recently i suggested a new game for Miss and I to play, one which i hope leans in to her favourite things and which i like very much too.  The premise is simple. I sit on the sofa next to Miss, naked and on a rough towel for any leakages.  The sofa is for 2 but small, there is only enough space for Miss to sit comfortably and for me to sit less comfortably. i must sit sideways, my legs spread stretched wide with my left in front of her lap and my right behind her head. This presents me completely, the knoblet immediately to hand, her left hand, her favoured hand. Wearing a soft hood on i cannot see. I can smell the coconut oil, rich and heavy. I can only hear the music she has selected for us. and the chimes of the mantelpiece clock. Miss starts with chimes and my therapy will only end when there is another set of chimes, one for the half hour and the hour recorded in chimes.  Miss started on the 8 chimes and an hour later had teased me into a right old mess. 9 chimes and...

 Been a while but thought I'd start sharing my thoughts again, for little other reason than I want to and to a small enough audience of one in all likelihood. I was in bed the other day, day dreaming of ma belle tryante, and the following came to me while i teased my chest- I am her Boot lickin' Butt Kissin' Ball busted Little bitch Miss is very sweet to me really, but i was drawn to the above, thinking about leaving her house again soon, mouth full of the taste of her leather boots, the sweetness of  her cheeks on my lips, a dull ache in my balls and the serene happiness of being hers.  Hopefully soon. Hopefully Wednesday.