Thoughts and fantasies of a submissive

 I am seeing Miss on Friday and very much looking to that.  Miss will have carte blanche on how to end me, which will make her very happy and will wind up being very traumatic for me in some way no doubt.   But I never want for ideas and dumb suggestions, and so thought that Miss could show her affection for me by having some fun objects to hand for Friday. First: the green velvet leash.   Miss likes to get her hands on me when we get in so it might be nice if she unzips me, slips the knoblet and his cowardly friends out and after giving them a workout to her satisfaction she slips the leash over my balls. It's just a simple slip knot but she could lead me about, to the kitchen first to pack away the shopping and then to the couch to say hi to the feathered fiend and tend to Miss feet. While she keeps me shortleashed in exactly the right way.  Left: Hanging on the bannister so it is in sight when we get home.  Second: The long handled scrubbing br...

 So this Friday I am getting back to boring normality, after a week curtailed by illness. Breakfast somewhere we know well and which we love. Lots of playful banter with the staff, as I have to explain the latest escapade Miss has conjured for their and her amusement.  Then around the market, ours but not a private one, form some donkey work, me carrying her shopping like the obedient servant that i am. Home via the train, hopefully a quiet one where Miss can get her hand on my crotch and remind me who is boss. Boss of the knoblet for sure.  Then home for some time on the sofa, chat with her housemate and attention to her legs and her tootsies.  Then bath and what will probably be the last shave of the season, hopefully with a good scrub of my dirtier places so they are properly clean and pink. Upstairs for dressing and then a doze, as we are both dozy and much practised in that skill. Wake for Miss time, nuff said, and a bit of a cwtch before dinner.  Dinner of...

So the other week was Miss' birthday and I took her out for a special lunch at one of her fave restaurants. It was an epic meal, at a very classy place which makes a point of flaunting portion control conventions. I had to ask the charming waiter if he had any patrons who finished the fish and chips meal for the day to reassure Miss she wasn't lame for not finishing it.  We adjourned for home after a shared dessert (which neither of us deserved as we hadn't finished our mains) and headed back to the station. We caught the first train back as opposed to waiting for a far quieter one 5 minutes later so I missed out on the pleasure of her hand ravaging my crotch on way back. Not least as we couldn't even sit next to each other, some we poked faces at each other and I snapped a pic or so of her Miss behaving. Which was very cute and I shared with her, but not one for others.  We got back and the tights she wore made stroking her legs even nicer than usual. But also meant to...

I will be back with Miss tomorrow, and that makes me very happy. It has been two weeks and too long. To celebrate, i want to treat Miss as well as I can and as delicately as she wants to be treated, tender as she is from an unfortunately long illness.  So we'll meet up as usual, have breakfast and do some shopping.  When we get home I'll start by kneeling on the rug and kissing Miss's glorious bottom with the tenderest of full face press kisses.  Then we will retire to the front room where I will first remove Miss' shoes and socks and while she sits with legs across my lap, stroke her feet and her legs with the usual affection. After a chime's worth of chilling I'll pop up and fill a tub with soapy warm water, and soak Miss' feet in it, gently working them over in the suds and then towelling them dry when the water cools.  A pause for my own bath, as i need to shave up and be ready for primping.  Then upstairs for a cwtch and a doze or two, the best afternoo...

The bruises from my last time with Miss have sadly faded. Fortunately, the last time i offered my slim arm to her teeth, Miss was so vicious that she broke the skin. This hasn't healed yet. I am glad of it. The tiny knobble of scabby skin is something I can touch, something that verifies her mark. It's nice and easier to feel than my bruises.  But it's fading too and i need replacements badly. To be shaved and dressed again. To be abused, put in my straight jacket and made to endure hours of therapy, finished off with some cruel polishing and palming.  But woe, ma belle Tyrante is not feeling well.  I am full of sympathy and affection for her and pester her from afar to eat properly, rest up and take her meds.  But I also need.  I need bad things again, badly. It's got so as I have been slapping my own face throughout the day. One slap each cheek. Then  when the heat subsided, doing it again. And again. Sets out the kind of mood I'm in.  Firm treatment...

Sadly Miss has not been well, and neither has my old friend Kentish Miss so all my social engagements have dried up today and I am home alone. Which means I've been thinking about Miss and sending some flirty, dirty banter. Not quiet bratting, but on the cusp.  Yesterday I suggested I should spank her for not replying to one of my messages. This is very outrageous as I have never done that, but it's good to tweak the tail of my Miss even if I wouldn't spank it. Though having suggested I'd hit her on the bottom with the women's weekly, a la Victoria Wood, I went as far as googling it to see if they still print it.  Which they do... So your bottom isn't out of the woods yet Miss.  Mind you if I ever did I'm sure I would spend a lot of time kissing it better, however lightly it had been offended. And that the rolled up magazine would be used more stringently on a more efficacious area of my body for my temerity.  Then Miss advised me she was seeing a hygienist ...