Thoughts and fantasies of a submissive

Nothing lasts forever and i think the thoroughness of my rub down has tuckered out my Miss. So we head to bed, via the usual domestic pit stops, and to the big bed. She puts me in my leather bondage mittens and buckles firmly. I can get out if i need to, but won't and with my skinny arms free to move and shift I'll sleep pretty well. She lies into me, back to me as little spoon and my aforementioned skinny arms hug her tight, my face held back from the tickling strands of her hair. We fall asleep, the warmth of my knoblet pressed to her back. Later she'll wake. Return to her bed, to sleep more easily in it. I wake at various times too. Weird dreams so often not about kinkery, but just the usual anxieties. She returns early morning, a call of "Knoblet! Wake up Knoblet!" I wish she didn't. It's early and neighbours might hear, for one. For two- i would rather be woken by her hand on my knoblet. Transferring to consciousness dazed, confused, not kno

I rarely finish anything so will try to buck my trend and complete this. It's only a day after all and for much of it i was asleep... So after the bath we paused for some food, various comestibles from a middle class retailer of note in this country. I was just naked and chilled out and sat next to her on the sofa as her feathered friend (fiend shurely) flapped about and nipped at her food from various vantage points. He's like a little Woodstock so he is. After clearing away the meal, we headed upstairs. Miss climbed over me on the bed, teased me very briefly and then leaned into my face and said 'Miss time'. So she lay down and i reached for the nearby bottle of lotion and gave her the best body rub down i can, front and back and from toes to neck. This is, i hope, about as much fun as she can have with her pants on though they shift slightly so i can do her 'lower back' properly. Kiss it too. It's a slow process, methodical and relaxing, pretty su

After the greeting in the doorway, the bath was a lovely chill out for me, though i wasn't actually dirty as had washed earlier. In the off season a bath is a great ritual, part cleansing of the dirt of the day, part shaving away of stubble to prepare for stockings and suspenders, part long soak to relax and part a conversational interlude with a friend. I cherish those times perhaps more even than the rope and ravish that follows after. This time was a quick affair,  no shaving and upstairs beckoned. It was a fine warm evening and a gentle breeze and perfect conditions for twilight Miss time. For the bath Miss had forgotten the long handled brush for the soap and scour but found a plastic scrubbing brush instead. She improvises well. She sudsed and scrubbed my crotch, paying especial attention to my thighs, and belly, the brush too harsh but this was only conclusively proven when she grabbed my cock and balls and gave them a very vigorous cleansing. Worst of this was the t