Thoughts and fantasies of a submissive

The other day i snuck round to see Miss, health related bubbles doncha know, and we had the kind of catch up that a socially distanced meet up just can't do.  We had coffee and a chat, typical enough but then adjourned upstairs for some usual shennanigans. I was naked rather than frilled up and we spent some lovely time Miss making me pant and drool (from one end anyway). She reisted the urge to wipe my own mess on my face. I don't know why - it's my mess and rubbing my nose in it is the only way I'll ever learn to stop making it. Not that I'll ever be able to with such exquisite teasing of the knoblet and my teats. A fate to be endured for a long time then. I also got to spend some time tenderly stroking Miss, kissing her back and shoulders, legs and feet. Draped over her as she lay blissed out, my happy place, which i have missed for these many lockdown months.  After she gave me a new toy - an oxballs sling which grips my balls with one ring and the knoblet in th

Done in the style of Daffy Duck and Bugs arguing about rabbit season and duck season... My kink life is split into two seasons- the normal hairy (ish) me and the post sport season when (freed from the need to look more or less normal in the changing rooms) I shave down to have smooth legs and chest etc.  In my mind these two phases of the year are Bitch season and Slut season. Slut season is obvious. Shaved smooth and dressed to the nines in stockings and severely controlling undergarments and dressed in my finest sluttish outerwear i spend long evenings smeared across Miss' sofa, legs akimbo and her firm hand grasping the contents of my knickers making me pant and tremble.  This is our default really. Miss prefers me dressed up and the Winter offers more time for play when i am not standing around in a field watching clouds and rehearsing for infinity.  But this leaves the Summer as an opportunity which is underutilised. I don't feel comfortable being hairy in a dress, but the