Thoughts and fantasies of a submissive

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?

The other day I was going through the old pics of my various exploits with Miss and other Misses, and near Misses I guess. Got me thinking that most of these are from some years ago, and there are some annoying gaps, based on failed tech - broken cameras and phones and such.  So i got to thinking it might be nice to see some more pics of our adventures, and what we get up to.  On our anniversary I wore my best outerwear, jacket and tie and so made, i hope, a nice impression.   Underneath i wore the opposite. A nice red and black girdlelette, and red topped, red seamed champagne coloured stockings. No underwear, just a black silicon cock and ball stretcher and a clear rubber cock ring with thick ridges worn behind the glans.  It was a cold day, and when out and about I was glad of my long coat. Though Miss did get a chance to snap me flashing an ankle, it just looks like me without socks. But how about a snap of that ensemble. Day is gone but clothes remain. How ...

After a very happy trip for our anniversary, reflections to follow, i look forward to our next rv. We will be back to a typical Friday, meet for brekkie, hit the marr-kett, then home for a cwtch and snooze. Hopefully sofa for therapy in the evening - hooded, collared and strapped up good and tight in my straitjacket. MMMMMMM. As for Friday I am thinking on my duties, carrying and so forth and thought it might be interesting to offer Miss some easy options to keep me under her control. But rather than give Miss a lot of complicated thoughts (any thoughts and suggestions can get very complicated in the labyrinthine maze of her head - see reflections to follow) i thought I'd just offer the following simple instructions she may issue and I will just reveal what the order delivers. There are two for outdoors/in company (also useful inside) and then two for when we are alone inside.   Out of doors commands:   WAIT - will trigger a polite submissive pose and stillness ...

When Miss and I head home after the market, I often walk behind her, because, like many men, i like to watch a nice behind. This is preparatory to getting in and doing some Miss time, during which there is usually a chance to kiss Miss' back and her bottom. But that is a delayed pleasure. What about immediate bottom pleasing gratification? For this all Miss need do is drop a cushion on the floor of her hallway when leaving for the market. She can lock up her house, head off for a tasty breakfast and be safe in the knowledge that when she unlocks her front door again with knoblet in tow, he will step into the doorway, lock the front door and then bend to kneel on the pillow to exercise hit butt kissing tendencies on her magnificent bottom.  When Miss has had enough of the first bit of crawling and kissing, she can reward her butt kissing boy with some tushie treatment of her own. She bids me stand and I walk to the banister and bend forward to place my hands on it for balance. Miss ...

Miss and I are celebrating 22 years since we first met next Friday. We're off to one of the nicer coastal towns, and this will be our 3rd visit. It's becoming a very nice tradition.  We'll do the usual, nice lunch, nice walk about the town, some shopping and then home again for more thoroughgoing debauchery on the sofa and upstairs.  For the day, we'll RV up town and then head out on the train. It will have been almost exactly 4 weeks since my last climax and to honour this, I'll present myself in the best way for Miss to enjoy. I'll dress up on the outside, as nicely as I can muster - jacket and tie, that sort of thing.  Underneath will be more of the slut side of me. I'll wear a set of my own frilly undergarments, something for Miss to discover during the day, as I'm sure she will. Probably on the train down knowing her. Hopefully so, knowing me. I had some thoughts for the day, and as always I have a tendency to come up with too many options. So am in...

Still locked up tight, so thorts keep dripping from my head like the tears of drool that fall from my other head. When last we left this serial drama, I had just finished suggesting a nice warm bath for Miss' tootsies, which are in need of TLC as previously noted. Now Miss' feet are not the only thing that could use a spruce. My poor knoblet and his scared little friends have been locked in a silicon cage for what will be two weeks by Friday. So perhaps after tootsie loving is over Miss might like to make me present my package for a good scrub a dub.  All she'd need is a pair of sharp scissors to snip the cable tie, then make me hold the tub of cooling soapy water in front of me, towel beneath it for any drips. Then while I kneel burdened before her, ease first the knoblet out of the cage, then one testicle at a time. With the cage removed, Miss can just reach into the water with a wash cloth and give the whole package a vigorous and extended towelling, ensuring that the fo...