Endings of sorts

Just had a wonderful day with Miss, and with almost all of it being about her and pleasing her. 

I chose a Christmas present as per my suggestion the other week, the long handled scrubbing brush which she used on my chest and the knoblet while I was having a bath.

Then we went upstairs and Miss helped me into my stockings and various stays, my old black control underpants and my new peach coloured corselette. Miss wasn't sure it would fit me (this is me being polite) but it fit ok and gripped me wonderfully. Until I can lose some weight and get back into a full corset it will do nicely. It did do nicely. 

We had our usual cwtch and prolonged bit of Miss time. Jeremy and Nigel were seen to in the usual way, attention seeking wastrels as they both are. Afterwards we had some lovely little spoon time, punctuated by a little nap for Miss, still clutching my chest as she snored softly in my ear. This is not a euphemism, Miss does snore very sonorously, there is just a slight change of tone in her breathing and a stillness on my teats as she drifts off. Then after a few minutes of me held in suspense she comes to again and her hands went back to work right where they left off.

I had suggested a time for getting lunch ready and we listened out for the chime that would signal leaving my happy little place, held in her arms, hugged close with her hands at my chest. Towards the end i shifted one of my stocking clad legs between her feet and she pulled back to stretch me curved back to her. 

As i trembled and shivered with the slow building sexual charge, my poor knoblet straining and straining in its pantie prison, my sexual tension being mercilessly increased with no escape in sight, nor sough to be fair, my thoughts turned to seeking an ending for these scenarios. I asked Miss to give my tits a very good tweaking as we built to the chime (again the chimes!) and she happily obliged. 

But in a world where I keep begging for no release and no escape therefore from the build up of sexual tension and frustration, perhaps Miss can get some of her own preferred climactic ending by choosing a different type of ending for any given session of abusing me. 

Little spoon chest hug? Set a chime on it and build to some real gripping and twisting of my nipples so that they end sensitive and tender.

The-rapy session on the sofa? Finish the measured and chimed session with a good palming. Grip the knoblet with one hand and palm it with the other. Keep going til you have had enough of the session and  want to go to bed. 

Fondling on the train but coming in to a station? Instead of just withdrawing your hand and waiting to see if anyone gets on before reapplying it, perhaps give the head of the knoblet and controlling squeeze between thumb and forefinger to signify the end of that little package of stimulation input? Then reapply if possible and again give the head of the knoblet a controlling pinch to let there be no doubt about who is in charge of it, and what will happen every time there is a stop on our all stopping services to home.

If there is no-one about who'll be off put by it, perhaps a quick little swat on my balls instead? If you're feeling bitchy Miss? 

But why stop at endings for moments of sexual frustration? How about endings to happy moments of other types? 

Nice bit of dinner cooked and table cleared? Bend me over the table and finish the meal off by spanking my big fat wobbly needy bottom with your lovely firm hand.

Nice bit of post lunch tootsie treatment and leg adoration? Reward me and end this by forcing one of  your much loved feet into my crotch and grind my frustrated knoblet and balls with it? While stroking the hair on my head in a reassuring way that says you may be thanking the knoblet in a way that seems mean, but which it craves and which is in the context of your on-going afection for your humble acolyte.