Miss-behaving

Been a very long time between posts, not that any read or have missed them. 

I was with Miss at the market on Friday, and had some time between seeing her and my friend. So i helped her back with her shopping, catching a quiet train, she resting her hand on my knoblet, feeling it swell and throb, making her chuckle. 

It felt so good to be back under her control, looking out for other passengers and begging her to shift her hand to just my upper thigh when they came near. 

Then back to hers for slow teases, hanging from her ceiling, slick and thick and entirely unrequited. 

Will do again very soon. 

In an unrelated development, I've been on denial for last 29 days and pretty much climbing the walls. Keep waking up with intense erotic dreams- last night i dreamt i kept having to cross my wrists above my head to receive genital abuse, just holding my wrists together to obediently suffer. I woke with my wrists pressed together above my pillow, stiff as a board in my pants and rubbing my crossed wrists - each time feeling the wrists rubbing was like rubbing my swollen cock. 

Social conventions will be better in my imagined world- where men like me present themselves obligingly for sexual abuse to whomever fancies taking them in hand. Arms above head while a hand slips into thin cotton underwear to grip, grope and make us squeal from the heady mix of pleasure, pain and shame. Friday in doorway to your house please Miss!

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