A very quiet sexual interrogation - proposal

In general it's been New Year's resolution time, and in that spirit Mistress was saying, on the way to our pre Christmas session, that i was easy to deal with physically, but more difficult emotionally. This was followed by a pre-session chat that was a tad fraught and the only rescued by Mistress stepping up and just taking control.

So once again i got to thinking over Christmas and thought, i don't want to be difficult, so while  I do want to be able to input into our dynamic, that doesn't mean i expect to have some things fulfilled and i don't want to be at risk of upsetting anyone, least of all Mistress.

So i thought perhaps the best way to facilitate this might be to have a very one sided conversation during a session and save my input for when I'm bound and gagged.

So Mistress binds me up and ties me down to the bed and gags me thoroughly. While I'm immobile and silent she advises against making any noise, even through the gag. I am good at being quiet (she can make calls in perfect quiet when I'm with her).

Then she ties a set of little bells to the end of my cock,  just behind the head. She takes out her phone and commences to read through emails I've sent and talk through what she makes of them and offer her own ideas. If my little bells tinkle then she'll comment that I'm endorsing whatever suggestions she's made.

Likewise she can take my phone and go through my porn collection and show me the pictures and videos she finds that she likes. If a picture rings my bells she can add that to the list of things I've endorsed as suitable for my treatment.

If she wanted it properly preserved for future reference she could make a recording of these interrogations on my phone. Make me write up the transcripts. Plus as an audio recording she could cheat shamessly. So I'd have to write up my own dodgy recording of my 'desires' the evidence being the tinkling of my own bells...


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