Thoughts and fantasies of a submissive

I left off at the point of being tied on the bed. Miss then demanded some Miss time though she didn't have to demand too heavily as I'm always happy to oblige. So i was untied and shifted my arms about for the first time in a couple of hours, feeling weak as a kitten as they slowly revived. Perfect for gentleness. An hour and a bit later of tendernesses, Miss decided it was time for a spanking. No misdemeanours had been involved but over the bench i went.  I am growing to adore Miss beating me, as surely as she brought me to a proper appreciation of stockings and underwear. I still need to be warmed up and still can drop into uncomfort and pain (which i struggle to enjoy) but a firm but fair beating, my bottom getting hotter and hotter has me squirming in my seat at the memory. My fat cheeks straining for the sting and the heat.  This was followed by an insertion of a useful device into the warmed area. A prostate massager that felt good when it went in and amazing

Having said I'd post more often turns out my daily ambition was less an ambition let down by my lack of will power. I've had two fantastic sessions recently, the first with Mistress the second with Miss. As only Miss is reading these at the moment I'll just talk about that. .. It's sissy season so we started with a nice long soak, chat and me shaving my body for the first time in months. Then upstairs where a kind Miss squeezed body lotion into my freshly sensitive skin, though for reasons of her own Miss was keen to ensure a bit of skin that wasn't shaved was thoroughly (and firmly) moisturised. Dressed in stockings  and black panties it was time for the rope that match black panties... 😊 But before we started we lay on the bed and cuddled. I the big spoon and she the little. Planting kisses on her shoulders and so warm and relaxed that i dozed briefly.  Just a sweet nap and onto serious matters. Tied in an old fashioned shibari body harness with arms ti

A little known fact about pre session me is that i can get into this weird head space of getting infuriated at the littlest things.  There's something about the whirl of anticipation, anticipatory guilt, alarm at what will be spent, at what might happen and a desire for everything to be perfect that all combines to make me super antsy. And this sensitivity, this ease of taking offence reaches a peak in the moments before a session. It's almost as if i am trapped into it and am desperate for a way out and this translates as sensitivity to offence. I don't like, don't want and can barely deal with mind games or button pushing. I want to hear that my play partner is looking forward to it too and little else. Pre play ideas would be nice but aren't essential though acknowledging any i have shared is. So absence of a response pains me. Being late and flippant about it irritates me beyond belief. Miss used to make jokes at my expense on her door step ('wrong d

So having set out a panty code and matching tie system, we need to articulate how a woman in the know could be sure that the tie represents a pantied slut and not just a man who likes a pink tie... The key thing here is that gestures too need to be definitive. On discovering them a woman would want to be comfortable that she can act without fear of a mis step. A thought would be to put feet together -come to attention as it were. Normal men lounge or lean - stand easy. But if you were in a lift alone you could just stand a bit taller and bring shoes together.  Preparatory to the other salute that is humbly on offer. Another would be to put hands behind your back. No normal bloke does this. It exposes the chest and privates, opens oneself up to advances. It's the antithesis of the defensive folded arms and again hints at the restraint that is offered, says i am offering my vulnerability to you, please take advantage. Another would be folding wrists across one's lap. Demu

The other thing to think about with sensible manly outer clothes is that its hard to reveal panties when attired so. Actually the hide is the point - i was wearing a pair of my favourite chest high control marvels the other day and spent a day at work in a lather of anxiety in fear that they'd be seen in a gap in my shirt... But what if they were hinted at in a matching tie? So a woman in the know could look at a well dressed man like me, note the submissive gestures and signs (more on which anon) and could say - 'ah a red tie today huh? Well we better get you home and make sure your panties match or else it'll be over the bench for a proper paddling. But if they do then give that little sissy stick the work out of its life... you'll be begging for the safety of a chastity device long before its granted you lucky little bitch...' Sigh.

The point of a panty code is that ideally the reveal comes with a flick of a too short skirt - either a deliberate flick by the floozy, or even better a skirt lift by the Mistress and a dirty chuckle when she sees what the slut has picked for herself. But that can be difficult for normal life, so perhaps a nice pair of shorts in summer, worn low with a loose shirt. The slut is feeling frisky so lifts the shirt a little to hook a thumb into shorts. In doing so she carefully expose a flash of hip and a glimpse of panty colour. Makes sure Mistress sees it, wait for her knowing smile and a nod and before dropping the shirt back. Now all the way home she'll be thinking about that moment when you get in and she gets her hands on you and fulfils the promise of that nod...

So another colour today, royal blue. Lace ideally and a full cut. Prim and refined. Princess panties - sexy still but respectable, something an HRH would wear. Not for her something sluttish (pink) or common (white).  No these are dark blue, beautiful, responsible panties and haughty with it. They are the perfect pair for a haughty princess to go over the knee of any old strong handed commoner to get a very firm, very thorough spanking on her royal blue knickers, before modestly having them shifted aside to expose the royal backside to a proper hand warming. It would be unseemly to breach protocols by removing them completely. So when 'princess' is properly warmed up the spanker need only move her hand downwards to the gusset to see the evident moistness created or to surreptitiously (but nevertheless firmly) palm the swollen flesh within. One suspects that while the princess would rather like to forego her underwear for a firm grip on her bare sex, she'll have to mak

The most common colour,  for a slut like me anyway. Black contrasts so nicely with my pale white skin. Black the commonest colour and because it betokens my most common desire... for bondage. So every time i pop on my sturdy, lace trimmed black control pants (that come up to just below my chest) i am thinking about the complete bondage assisted submission i crave. Thinking about it as the tight fabric grips me from perineum to tummy, crushing me in an embrace that actually wakes me from sleep on the happy occasions when Miss leaves me in them  overnight. But for all their wonderful squeeze this is just the beginning of the longed for control, of arms and wrists bound safely away, enable to resist the ravages of my Miss. Not that i want to resist, natural slut that i am, but it feels so much nicer when one can't. Tied at ankle, tied at wrist, pantied and panting. Stockinged legs swishing under the covers, snapped securely and thricely to the overlaying corset. Thrashing in ant