Thoughts and fantasies of a submissive

The other day I was round at Miss and we were back from the market and swinging in to our first activity of the return, helping Miss out of her shoes and giving her tootsies and her legs a tender rub.  While doing so I saw that her feet need a little TLC and I was a bit ungallant in how i mentioned this.  I am far from perfect. So i thought that next Friday when we are back chez Miss, instead of me going onto the sofa to have Miss drape her legs over me for their rub down, instead I can get a cushion and get ready to kneel. But before I do get a nice bowl full of warm water and soap and nice towel.  Then time to kneel before ma belle Tyrante. Shoes off, socks off and tootsies into the warming bath, to be gently sudsed and cleaned and massaged in the comfort of the water. Then onto the towel one at a time to be gently rubbed dry, so one doesn't get cold while the other is being dried. Then some soothing foot balm to hydrate, soften feet and strengthen nails. I'll buy some ...

... and loving it obviously.  Miss delivered on a suggested itinerary for the shopping trip, as we had some foot squishing at breakfast, some bottom groping on the way to the market and some pinching in amongst this which made me squeal and hop like the little bitch I am. Oh yes and she loved the idea of being a Bitch and pointed out that i am also actually her little bitch, which is of course right and true and which i will expand on in due course.   Meantime we walked to the market and clocked some useful alcoves, little out of the way nooks that would be useful for us to pull over and for some firmly applied spanks to my well presented package.  Alcoves, you use this word?  We had a little chuckle at this which is as important to me as lining up places for Miss to correct my privates for her amusement and education. It means we still have the friendship, the fun and while I also like having her step in and sort me out, she doesn't want a sputtering sycophant....

I was round at Miss' last Friday and Miss did one of her trademark little bitchy things. I was walking down the stairs and Miss was taking off some towels from the banister. Being a playful soul, Miss dropped the towels on my head. This was annoying but she enjoyed it and i did too. In a way. It was classic bitchy Miss.  She locked me up in chastity after our time together last week and locked I remain. That makes me feel a lot more submissive than usual. We usually have a bantering friendship Miss and I, involving give and take and Miss takes her occasional telling offs or shaddups with good grace as she gets her own kicks in by return.  So while I hope I will always remain a dear friend, and a cheeky one from time to time who will not let her get away with her occasional foolishnesses, i hope i can see more of my dear sweet bitchy Miss who keeps me under her thumb and at her beck and call for her amusement. I'm not seeking an alternative Miss, nor a fundamental change in our...

 At the end of the evening as we were getting ready for bed, me in my stays, my red shortie nightie and my leather mittens Miss slipped into her very alluring long black nightie. Miss fills out the garment very well and I got a great eyeful of her friends Jeremy and Nigel trying to spill out of her dress. English readers (reader more like) will be able work that one out I hope.  Sadly the boys behaved well enough to stay inside, they'd got plenty of attention in the afternoon and Miss was very tired, but i wanted nothing more right then than to press my face into them both and just feel enveloped by my Miss and her sweet friends.  After a long night crushed into my controlling frillies, underpants so tight my poor knoblet could barely swell, let alone erect, Miss woke me as it was time for breakfast. I persuaded her to scrap our plan to head into town for breakfast so we could do a bit of spooning. So we did, me as little spoon and her behind me hugging me tight around my...

 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...