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Be my wonderful Bitch, please...

I was round at Miss' last Friday and Miss did one of her trademark little bitchy things. I was walking down the stairs and Miss was taking off some towels from the banister. Being a playful soul, Miss dropped the towels on my head. This was annoying but she enjoyed it and i did too. In a way. It was classic bitchy Miss.  She locked me up in chastity after our time together last week and locked I remain. That makes me feel a lot more submissive than usual. We usually have a bantering friendship Miss and I, involving give and take and Miss takes her occasional telling offs or shaddups with good grace as she gets her own kicks in by return.  So while I hope I will always remain a dear friend, and a cheeky one from time to time who will not let her get away with her occasional foolishnesses, i hope i can see more of my dear sweet bitchy Miss who keeps me under her thumb and at her beck and call for her amusement. I'm not seeking an alternative Miss, nor a fundamental change in our...
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Vue magnifique

 At the end of the evening as we were getting ready for bed, me in my stays, my red shortie nightie and my leather mittens Miss slipped into her very alluring long black nightie. Miss fills out the garment very well and I got a great eyeful of her friends Jeremy and Nigel trying to spill out of her dress. English readers (reader more like) will be able work that one out I hope.  Sadly the boys behaved well enough to stay inside, they'd got plenty of attention in the afternoon and Miss was very tired, but i wanted nothing more right then than to press my face into them both and just feel enveloped by my Miss and her sweet friends.  After a long night crushed into my controlling frillies, underpants so tight my poor knoblet could barely swell, let alone erect, Miss woke me as it was time for breakfast. I persuaded her to scrap our plan to head into town for breakfast so we could do a bit of spooning. So we did, me as little spoon and her behind me hugging me tight around my...
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It's her face I see in the dark

 Another Friday, another wonderful day with Miss.  Usual start with breakfast and such and then back to hers for, again, common, but exquisite pleasures. Two things that were simply superb. Miss excelled herself with the therapy session in the evening, just wonderful control, her hand barely off the poor knoblet which didn't know where to turn or twist to escape her attentions. Not that the knoblet has any chance to escape, as my body is spread across the sofa, Miss sits between my legs which stretch left in front of her and right behind her head. Miss is relentless, her hand only leaves the knoblet when she must and then rests for the briefest of times to lay heavily on my balls, before sliding back onto the knoblet again.  She also frequently slapped the knoblet, nice firm slaps that made the knoblet tremble, but not waver. Nails often sliced over the slick glans, sharp but again not reducing my submissive desire but inflaming it. harshest of all was when we came back f...
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Don't get hysterical

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...
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They also serve who only...

 ... 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...
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Therapy versus treatment

 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...
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Fashionable accessories seen and unseen

 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...
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