Thoughts and fantasies of a submissive

I was walking to see Miss the other day and passed a woman wearing a black version of a dress of mine. It had spaghetti straps, a bodice style laced in front and low cut. At the bottom it splits at the upper thigh with a panel in front, floor length and the back of the dress a more modest solid panel. It was still pretty fresh out and she needed her leather jacket and tights. As she passed i glanced at her and she smiled - happily boosted by my noticing her. After she'd passed i smiled too, in part because her look hadn't been completely without warmth, and mainly because i have the same dress but in deep red... Moreover, I'd also had the good fortune to be wearing it recently, just a few days before. I'd finished my chores and finished giving Miss a very tender rub down. So i was in lounging about mode, freshly shaved and in the red dress, panel splitting to reveal black fishnet holdups and covering my knoblet- bound in a pink scrunchy from which hung a small wei

Another quick idea for vanilla looking punishments. We're out and sat down to have a coffee. We're exchanging banter and it's all fun and games but then i cross a line. It's not clear i really have or just whether she fancies imposing her will. She reaches into her handbag and pulls out a little paper bag. I blanche but know to hold my tongue and not complain. From the bag a lemon sour is withdrawn and passed across the table. I obediently pick it up, unwrap it and pop the horrid thing in my mouth. The taste is sickly sweet and the lemon tang makes me drool and swallow constantly. My mouth twists into a desperate pinch of displeasure. The sour note carries on and on and i suck keenly to get through its sharp unpleasantness. But it is hardboiled and i am forbidden to chew. I know i must suck it as my punishment. My companion orders a dessert,  her face lit by a beaming smlle of triumph. Conversation resumes, in a one sided way, me nodding along to her gloating,

The other week i was very lucky to see my only two regular readers of this blog. Different experiences both, but both affectionate and sweet. This notwithstanding one involved a scary machine and another involved punishing orgasms but as i said - both romantic in their way. Without going into gory details - my thanks to both of you. You're both fabulous and I'm very lucky to have you both in my life. I reach out to my arm, and feel the bruise left there and am curiously comforted.