Thoughts and fantasies of a submissive

So a quick thought ahead of tomorrow's visit to see Miss.  If I open the door with my shopping and such and see a pillow on the floor, I know I am to drop and kiss my Miss's bottom. Know it cause done it.  Happily. But what if Miss wants a bit more of this sort of thing?  Well here's a suggestion. Take off my belt and loop it around my neck.  Feed it between her legs or to her side and shorten to taste. Til my face is pressed firmly into my wonderful Miss' bottom and I must follow bent over and trapped against her, follow her wherever she wants to take me. To the couch for some tootsie treatment. Upstairs for some Miss time. Would also work later with my good stout red collar and a short leash...

I was lying in bed the other day and day dreaming as usual in the cosiness of the under the covers world. Day dreaming being the usual euphemism for tweaking my chest, grinding my hips onto the mattress and riding edges while I think about smut. Or Miss. Or smut with Miss. I have a thing for non verbal messaging and signals as I have made clear here before many times, and even where I am ok with verbalising i prefer simple one word commands to keep things simple. So one of my favourite signals involves a piece of jewellery I bought Miss - a pendant for her neck which replaced a much beloved one she had had for very many years with many deep emotional connections that can sadly never be restored. The pendant i got her is British designed and very nice, subtle and celtic and while it can never properly replace what was lost it is as good as one can get I hope.  In the spirit of our friendship i have tried to keep things as light and friendly as possible. So while my gift was designed...

Just had a wonderful day with Miss, and with almost all of it being about her and pleasing her.  I chose a Christmas present as per my suggestion the other week, the long handled scrubbing brush which she used on my chest and the knoblet while I was having a bath. Then we went upstairs and Miss helped me into my stockings and various stays, my old black control underpants and my new peach coloured corselette. Miss wasn't sure it would fit me (this is me being polite) but it fit ok and gripped me wonderfully. Until I can lose some weight and get back into a full corset it will do nicely. It did do nicely.  We had our usual cwtch and prolonged bit of Miss time. Jeremy and Nigel were seen to in the usual way, attention seeking wastrels as they both are. Afterwards we had some lovely little spoon time, punctuated by a little nap for Miss, still clutching my chest as she snored softly in my ear. This is not a euphemism, Miss does snore very sonorously, there is just a slight change...

Christmas is coming soon and I hope my Miss has a good one. of course it should be as you have configured it how you wanted it Miss:) We don't go in for presents much and that's fine by me, though I will claim that the gift i got you on our recent trip should count.  But i thought, what need have we of presents anyway? Upstairs is a literal treasure trove of kit and toys that we so rarely use. I have loads too.  So why not make every week Christmas by gifting ourselves something from the stash? A choice by me, either by request or by choosing when we get in? Or being sent upstairs to find a style fo implement with an injunction that..."I choose wisely!" Along with a choice by you? Either when I am there on the day or waiting for me on the stairs when we get in.   Each choice could nicely indicate mood, and the direction of travel for the time we have coming  up together.  How about Christmas every time Miss?   

 Have been writing here a bit more than usual, and am conscious that there is a lot for my belle Tyrante to pick up, and a lot more than she would normally like to have to pick up, seeking a simple straightforward life as she does.    So to my number one reader, please worry not. If things i have written here seem complicated, we can discuss them at yours. If their purpose seems unclear, such as my desire to keep photography in mind, i will explain this too over breakfast or similar. My general thought is to keep growing, and doing things as worthy of memorialising as the very first time we met.   Anyways some things are clear and working well I think. Tootsie time for example, seeing my lovely Miss blissed out on the sofa, while her feet are gently soaked, then dried then rubbed til soft and relaxed. Then to stroke her legs tenderly from toe to thigh, light teasing strokes. Afterwards I dress for pleasure, using that old construction - soft lace topped black se...

The other day I ordered some frillies to arrive at Miss' house. We discussed this in advance and Miss agreed.  Like a muppet, for some reason I sent the girdles to the wrong address. I have been seeing Miss for over twenty years and I am not sure how I got the worng address. Kindly neighbors delivered them, and I will fix the address issue on the next order, for there will be another order, but I still feel bad about the mistake. Miss of course is too pragmatic to give a monkey's. But perhaps whenever Miss chooses to spank me, or beat me, or knee me then she can give me a Miss's dozen. More than a baker's dozen and make sure I never forget the right number ever again.  What say you Miss? Will you help in my education?