The rule of 3

Miss and I are celebrating 22 years since we first met next Friday. We're off to one of the nicer coastal towns, and this will be our 3rd visit. It's becoming a very nice tradition. 

We'll do the usual, nice lunch, nice walk about the town, some shopping and then home again for more thoroughgoing debauchery on the sofa and upstairs. 

For the day, we'll RV up town and then head out on the train. It will have been almost exactly 4 weeks since my last climax and to honour this, I'll present myself in the best way for Miss to enjoy. I'll dress up on the outside, as nicely as I can muster - jacket and tie, that sort of thing. 

Underneath will be more of the slut side of me. I'll wear a set of my own frilly undergarments, something for Miss to discover during the day, as I'm sure she will. Probably on the train down knowing her. Hopefully so, knowing me.

I had some thoughts for the day, and as always I have a tendency to come up with too many options. So am instituting the rule of 3, on myself. Nothing should be more complicated for Miss than 3 options. Actually two would be better but this is about curbing my enthusiasms, so baby steps.

Therefore, here are three options for the day Miss can choose from to celebrate our anniversary.

Option 1 Mega Bitch Miss.

We head down to our lunch with Miss teasing and abusing me on the train. Over lunch she plays with the remote vibe edging me repeatedly. Then again as we walk about the town. On the busier train back to the city she again teases me whilst we sit somewhere inconspicuous. At home we go upstairs for a cwtch and some quality Miss time. After when I am dressed for therapy on the sofa, in my straitjacket for a couple of sessions before we retire for bed. Later we retire to bed. In the morning it's time for my happy place, her knee reminding me of who is the wonderful boss of me. Then some hugging her little spoon, her arms tight round my neck and rough on my teats. I will be quivering in her arms like i am being slowly electrocuted. 

I leave still frustrated, a full month of build up unexpressed. Nothing more than the bites on my body, the slaps on the knoblet and the dull ache in my heavy and unemptied balls. This would turn my usual desire to not climax against me, til i am genuinely begging for relief, relief that Miss will deny me. 

VANQUISHED by my own desires, and left to stew for even longer. 

Option 2 Classic Bitchy Miss

This option is the same while we are out and about, but when we get home Miss strips me of my gentlemanly outer layer to reveal the slut beneath. 

Miss marches me into the living room, bends me over the dining table, throws a towel underneath me and with a squirt of baby oil to her left hand and pinning my arms behind me she pumps me hard and slow and slippery til I climax with a scream. 

Upstairs for a cwtch and Miss time, maybe a snooze too. 

Then downstairs for the-rapy, long languid coconut oil based mayhem, my orgasm delayed and delayed until the session is over.

Then when the chimes stop, it's time for her fun - another crushing orgasm. No double tap, just a slow vicious pumping after therapy, with a big towel to catch what is wrung out of me. 

In the morning I awake to being little spoon, hugged tight around the neck and with Miss teasing my tits. After some time rolled over into my happy place, it's then onto my back while she kneels over me, baby oil lube and another crushing orgasm. No risky double tap, just pumping and polishing til I explode and long after til I am squirming and squealing and utterly VANQUISHED. 

Option 3 New Bitchy Miss.

Miss decides to make me climax as often as she can. I buy a packet of plain condoms and tape first one in place before our station rendezvous. On the quiet train down, Miss subtly rubs me with just a finger or two, just twirling the head until i start to lose it.  When  signalled by a little squeak of alarm that I am going over, Miss takes that as her cue and stops, takes her hand away and whispers in my ear to relax. With no pull on my pelvic muscles I just dribble my first orgasm in weeks into the condom. There is no relief, just shame.  

I go to the toilet and remove one condom and replace with another. It's a long train ride and Miss starts again. If she has ruined me well I will be ready to go so she should easily get another. 

At lunch I can bring the green sleeve vibe and with some careful conversation and foot squishing she might easily get me ruined again. 

A walk about the town in the rain? Time for a quiet clinch under the brolly and a a roll of the head in her fingers and another orgasm should be possible. 

Train ride home? Under my coat another twiddling of the head of the knoblet and another ruin. 

Home? The world is her oyster. No subtlety needed then. Just pump to her hearts content and withdraw hand when I squeak, before another dribble flows out. 

After an evening of Miss time interposed with more ruins,  we sleep in usual way before Miss wakes for a nice long session of Miss treatment and then breakfast. 

After brekkie Miss takes me back upstairs for a final session of ruination. She lies next to me on the bed with the big vibe in hand. Cuddling next to me with weapon in hand she applies it to the underside of the head of the knoblet and let's the vibe do the work. Another squeak, the vibe is withdrawn and there is another ruin. 

Miss gives me a moment and then ruthlessly reapplies the vibe, her other hand diddling my nipples to keep me hard. Soon I am squeaking again. the vibe is taken away and my poor knoblet twitches again with a little dribble. 

This carries on til there is almost nothing coming out.

Then it's onto her knees for a tender baby oil hand grip, so tender, so sweet it is irresistible. I am going to come one last time. Miss hears me groan and buck, afraid, as she pumps and pumps til I blow and am pumped and polished and am thrashing below her. 

Utterly DRAINED and VANQUISHED.

What say you Miss? Text me with option ONE, TWO or THREE.