Thoughts and fantasies of a submissive

In the metropolis today they talk of record temperatures and yet in me it all just provokes so much lassitude. In my dearest Miss, and sole reader, it provokes a helpless fury as her sensitive celtic soul has its feet held to the fire. But hold on Miss. Better times are coming. Marr-kett beckons Friday. Breakfast and shopping and porterage and afters. There may even be the blessed relief of rain tonight. Maybe even on Saturday.  If Saturday, flannelled foolery might even be cancelled. Which would make an earlier start to tender Miss time. So hang in there Miss, the heat will break and be followed by tenderness in the cool. Soon enough the season will break too and I'll be more often in your tender clutches, shaved and primped and as attentive and sweet as i can be. As ever.

I was recently driving through the wide brown land and stopped by the petrol station which inspired a long fantasy about two women i bumped into there. It was in a small country town, and a very fleeting encounter but inspired a long reverie that hasn't yet been fully written out.  With the loss of Mistress and all the potential lost there it has put me in reflective mood. Potential unfulfilled is a very sad state and i need to make more of the opportunities and ideas i have. Capture and share and above all - do. While one can, because one never knows... Anyways sat in the sun on the deck during a testing southern hemisphere winter (23 degrees C) it's just a brief burst of melancholia before returning to the bosom of ny family. Before i return thereafter to the bosom of my only correspondent and the chance to deliver on that pledge to do more, while one still can...

I had bad news the other day. I joined Mistress for lunch and immediately knew something was up when i saw her. She told me she wasn't sessioning any more and set out the sad personal reasons why this was so. I tried to console her and cheer her up, but it was, as they say, too soon. I had thought this day might come eventually, but never so soon. It's a tough transition, for her and for me. It's all the more so for its suddenness. So i find myself thinking of all the things i still wanted us to do. They will now be left undone. Fare thee well Mistress. I hope you get over your shock and can move on. I hope especially that this might serve as a catalyst to making positive changes to your life and that as a result you're in a better place in spite of it. It was fun, thank you. My life was better for having had you in it.