Thoughts and fantasies of a submissive

Stop, please. Someone is coming!' 'No. You're mine.' She pinched his cockhead through thin trousers, as the young man swayed towards them on the train, high seats blocking her low hand. 'Squeak.' Pain, but more plaintive, desperate - shame imminent. 'Ok.' She left her hand resting on his upper thigh as the young man passed. Obvious if he cared to look, but did he? 'I don't give a fuck. We'll never see him again.' 'But, Miss...' 'Hush. Let's get you nice and hard for our stop.' She resumed scritching his cock head, nails sliding hard over hardness. He whimpered, happily, dribbling.

Due to unexpected circumstances, the other day (now some months ago) i got the chance to spend a happy 24 hours with Miss. It started, as it often does with breakfast and ended with  breakfast too. In between there was time for some cleaning and tidying (along with a shamefully rare outing for an apron bought me as a gift many moons ago) a light supper, and an early retreat to bed. This allowed for some extensive Miss time and then sleep - me encumbered with leather mittens. Despite my genuine protestations, the morning brought three orgasms and some recovery time in the form of a nap with my mittened hands now bound behind me. Quite disconcerting to wake up refreshed and find you slept while so bound. More bruises followed, then breakfast and escape, to home and a quiet weekend. All of which is just a long preamble to a digression on pleasure versus happiness. I find it very pleasurable to be bound and teased. That is what i had planned to do with my Friday, before events interv