Thoughts and fantasies of a submissive

One of the things that comes from a long friendship is the easy bantering familiarity. Calling each other out for our various foolishnesses and mistakes, and all good fun it is.  But as a submissive it can mean Miss thinks I am being critical of her domme-ing style, or of her choices when we are together. But in fact I am always trying to empower her, to be free to take charge and make me her happy plaything. Therapy sessions were such an idea, leaning in to abusing her favourite toy. So my little bitch, little limerick was seen by her as a failing that we didn't get to all the things in that. Ah ma belle Tyrante, no, our last time together was just perfect. From the snuggle to the snooze, from the steak to the sofa.  While on last time, we had just finished a lovely bit of Miss time when I asked, very nicely, if i could please be little spoon. Miss obliged and hugged me close to her, while her arms wrapped me tight to her, her fingers working my nipples, first teasing then ro...

Recently i suggested a new game for Miss and I to play, one which i hope leans in to her favourite things and which i like very much too.  The premise is simple. I sit on the sofa next to Miss, naked and on a rough towel for any leakages.  The sofa is for 2 but small, there is only enough space for Miss to sit comfortably and for me to sit less comfortably. i must sit sideways, my legs spread stretched wide with my left in front of her lap and my right behind her head. This presents me completely, the knoblet immediately to hand, her left hand, her favoured hand. Wearing a soft hood on i cannot see. I can smell the coconut oil, rich and heavy. I can only hear the music she has selected for us. and the chimes of the mantelpiece clock. Miss starts with chimes and my therapy will only end when there is another set of chimes, one for the half hour and the hour recorded in chimes.  Miss started on the 8 chimes and an hour later had teased me into a right old mess. 9 chimes and...

 Been a while but thought I'd start sharing my thoughts again, for little other reason than I want to and to a small enough audience of one in all likelihood. I was in bed the other day, day dreaming of ma belle tryante, and the following came to me while i teased my chest- I am her Boot lickin' Butt Kissin' Ball busted Little bitch Miss is very sweet to me really, but i was drawn to the above, thinking about leaving her house again soon, mouth full of the taste of her leather boots, the sweetness of  her cheeks on my lips, a dull ache in my balls and the serene happiness of being hers.  Hopefully soon. Hopefully Wednesday.