Thoughts and fantasies of a submissive

I've been meaning to write about another little moment at my recent dinner with Miss. Before we left i suggested she put her spare key, which she keeps on a long chain, around my neck for safe keeping. She thought this an excellent addition to the stockings and suspenders combination i was also wearing under my day clothes. Her chain about my neck was cold, and dangled as we walked into town. I was in great fear that it would show at my neck or between a button of my shirt. But then so was i that a stocking clasp would show under my thin trousers so my heart was all a flutter all evening. After a lovely evening with just the right amount of too much wine, we headed back to hers. Waving off the cabbie she reached for my throat, wrenched the chain from between my chest and pulled me by my neck to the lock. Turning it to open the door i, of necessity, followed and inside, when freed from the door, it served as a leash to take me upstairs. What a happy servant i was and oh to w

I was with Miss the other day and we were just messing about as usual. At one point upstairs i was helping her dress, or she me, and she stood in front of me and grabbed my wrists and pinned them behind my back in a strong hug. She was pressed close to me and it felt heavenly to be so close, pressed so hard, held firmly and vulnerable. She bit my chest and chewed me to a bruise and i nearly swooned. Best hug ever. Again please 😉