Be my wonderful Bitch, please...

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 friendship, but just a more frequent glimpse of the wonderful Bitch that occasionally torments me and always rules me.   

So we're meeting on Friday again,  but this time I am with friends in the afternoon so can't go back with Miss for the usual shenanigans.

This is my fault. I have made a choice. Miss is Ok with this, she is very laid back in some respects and life is not exclusive. 

But I feel bad and I am locked up at the moment so that translates. Miss doesn't have a jealous bone in her body which is another of her many admirable qualities. But sometimes I need to feel a little bit of wrath when I let her down, even if only in my imagination. 

So maybe when we meet for breakfast, perhaps Miss might like to take some small revenges on me for letting her down? 

Such as perhaps treading on my foot and crushing it while I eat breakfast?

Or perhaps not fondling my bottom but giving it a good squeeze or pinch. A hearty spank would be useful too, but perhaps only if I am in a short coat.

Miss has in the past tried to flick me in the balls, with the chastity device they're very well presented. Though i suspect a short upwards blow would catch them better.  On being beaten on the balls, i actually got as far as looking for alcoves near our usual market haunts. Will show you Friday...