a little island of happiness

 I am feeling low at the moment, ill when I should be round with Miss enjoying various planned birthday treats. These have been postponed to a lengthy session next Friday. 

Throughout a frustrating week, with cancellations for other social events too, one of the most frustrating things has been my lack of frustration. Today marks 3 weeks since last I was emptied, but with my illness my libido has been as suppressed as my social life.

But it has been coming back slowly, and with it thoughts of happier times with Miss. Happier times next week when it will have been 4 weeks and by when I'll probably be climbing the walls again with a raging libido. 

So ahead of that time, from the embers, a thought for a happier time. Miss makes me take the cushion from the spare chair in the lounge. It's red and broad and helpful to aging knees like mine. i place it before Miss's preferred seat on the main sofa. I place a towel over it to protect it from any accidents and then kneel before Miss. She sits in her favourite spot and loops my own belt around my throat. with one hand she keeps me on a tight leash, close to her. With the other hand she watches television, flicking between channels and videos. 

i do not watch. i kneel demurely before her and tenderly stroke her legs, starting with her calves and working to her thighs, having passed via doing diabolical things to her knees. I switch to kissing her feet and her legs. Slowly planted tender kisses from toe to thigh. 

When Miss is thoroughly blissed out, she simply tightens her grip on my belt, choking her Knoblet and moves a foot between my legs to press my package into the rough towel, crushing the knoblet into the fabric and pressing so firmly that she feels the pulse of the knoblet happily twitching beneath her foot. 

Where it, and I, belong.