Thoughts and fantasies of a submissive

Mistress luxuriated in her bath, soaking in the hot sudsy water. There was no rush, no need to return to the squirming little bundle she'd left tied to the bed. She had long since broken him of any delusions that he had any control over what happened to him during their sessions.  There had been the 'you don't care enough' revolt. Crushed. There had been the 'script' revolt. Crushed. Then the 'timekeeping' revolt. Also crushed. She lay in the bath and lapped water over her enormous breasts and smiled to think that a few feet away he writhed in intense bondage and electrical stimulus -unwanted and slowly 'cooking' his sensitive spots. She recalled again the crushing of his revolts. The sad little face when she beat his cock and balls with the ruler to show she'd remembered his implement and so proved she cared enough to bring it and cared enough to use it. She really enjoyed that one and to be fair he was right about the ruler and she pleasa...

They sat at lunch, two friends sat next to two knowing friends, a jolly foursome chatting and eating and drinking. The rope master, his girlfriend, his apprentice and the polite younger man that his passed on skill had won her. All four knowing the score, knowing ourselves, knowing our secrets. Two master binders. Two hopeless rope sluts. Two happy submissives both being occasionally, surreptitiously, but very surely pawed. Each couple had plans after. Miss had refrained from her usual Friday pleasure of pumping her toy to a series of crushing climaxes. Now scant days later she planned to rectify that by taking him home, breaking out the baby oil and taking a firm grip on the knoblet to pump and twist and grind his nuts and keep him waiting snd guessing whether she'd let him blow at all. Even though she almost certainly would. She enjoyed feeling him tremble and shake too much. Before that though some Miss time. Tender caresses and lotion. Kisses under the covers and teasing li...