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Crushing it til I cry... repeatedly

Had another wonderful day with Miss, back to normal with usual mix of day out and day in.  It's interesting how life advances. When we started regularly hitting the market I used to let Miss carry a little bag of pastries or the like home so it didn't look weird that I was carrying all the groceries. I was very worried about how things looked in those days. On the way back this time I had all the groceries, on my back and in a shopping bag, with brolley on other hand, Miss on that arm to keep her close and out of the rain and with my fly open with my PALE PINK active wear flashing slightly through the gap.  How times change.  Lord knows what anyone looking might have made of it all. It's a big city, no-one looks or cares.  We had good times and good food, and at end of the evening between dinner and me having to go we sat on sofa for a bit. I was still in my stays and stockings and Miss was sat next to me on the sofa just gripping the knoblet and crushing it in her f...
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You know she cares when she crushes the knoblet in her hand

So I'm sat on train heading home, after a wonderful evening in Miss' company. It didn't go exactly as planned, as life is wont to do. I sat on the wrong side of the sofa for initial bit of leg pampering, which threw Miss off as she was not in her normal pos. Upstairs Miss preferred a cwtch and a doze to Miss time, and what we did was cut sadly short. Promise you proper worship next time Miss.  We went downstairs but only after Miss couldn't find the straightjacket. Had all day to get it out so couldn't help but feel a little undervalued. I'm only human. Miss would say barely so. But she got straps done up tight and we settled on the sofa. And it was magnificent. It's been almost 3 weeks since my last confession, as it were, and she went very hard very early, which panicked me into thinking she'd make me go over, but she knows my body well enough it seems as she kept me from tipping over however many times she took me to the edge of the cliff.  And at the...
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not HOT PINK but...

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Very controlling all the same. Will be wearing Friday for you Miss.  Please treat me accordingly.
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Desperation reassurance

Feeling very desperate today. It's been a week since i last saw Miss and closer to 3 weeks since I got a climb axe, as Miss would put it. Was thinking happy thoughts when I had some quiet time at home today and after a little while the dribbling and little leaks made me feel like I had wet myself, so aroused was I.  All of which is by way of preamble to say that I am feeling very charged, physically, and that this is making me feel very creative here and in other ways. So to reassure you Miss - it is not my desire to burden your life in any way that you wouldn't want or to complicate it in ways that will make your pretty little head hurt. Which is not to say that I don't want to do new things, because I do. I want to have  pictures of these too, so our memories of this life don't end in 2007,  which seemed to be the case for our adventures when i was going through pictures the other day.  But while i am still being annoyingly creative, I will make sure we discuss thi...
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Tushie love on the move

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...
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how very forward of one

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...
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Endings of sorts

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...
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