Thoughts and fantasies of a submissive

 Another Friday, another wonderful day with Miss.  Usual start with breakfast and such and then back to hers for, again, common, but exquisite pleasures. Two things that were simply superb. Miss excelled herself with the therapy session in the evening, just wonderful control, her hand barely off the poor knoblet which didn't know where to turn or twist to escape her attentions. Not that the knoblet has any chance to escape, as my body is spread across the sofa, Miss sits between my legs which stretch left in front of her and right behind her head. Miss is relentless, her hand only leaves the knoblet when she must and then rests for the briefest of times to lay heavily on my balls, before sliding back onto the knoblet again.  She also frequently slapped the knoblet, nice firm slaps that made the knoblet tremble, but not waver. Nails often sliced over the slick glans, sharp but again not reducing my submissive desire but inflaming it. harshest of all was when we came back f...

The other day during a chime therapy session, Miss got me into such a hysterical state of being on the edge that not long into my second hour I lost control riding right on the edge and Miss had to, put me out of my misery, as it were. This is something she very much likes to do so was no burden to her.  But it got me thinking of ways to stop me losing it, of ways to stop a hysteric. What would be more traditional than a firm slap? But when I am on the sofa my face is usually a ways from Miss's hand.  So what could be a better substitute than my poor blue balls. Her hand is right there after all and she can pause the action on the knoblet to apply a robust smack to the balls to help me calm down and come down from the edge.  That way Miss can then build me back to hard riding the edge without going over.  I guess we just need the thick green slip knot leash to my balls to ensure they are properly presented.     It will also helpfully make my balls even...