Chime Therapy

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 i was done, it was late and I assumed Miss was tired too after a long day. 

But Miss chooses when therapy is applied and for how long. 

She chooses and I submit. 

I was terrified, and thrilled and another hour of the most exquisite knoblet teasing and abuse stretched before me like a cliff that Miss had just pushed me off. 

Thank you Miss, you were magnificent.