Fank you driver

Another wonderful session of therapy round with Miss the other night. Still feel tingly. 

There were some technical difficulties early doors, with Miss setting up ad free Youtube and then having some internet difficulty. The kind we'll look back on and laugh one day, hell i'm laughing already ;)

But wasn't when we were back online, Miss driving me like a race car. 

Red lining it when she had me erect and panting almost constantly. With my voice rising and in near panic mode as she controls me but takes me to the edge so often, holding me near, breath ragged knoblet wishing to deflate for its own protection but waggling hard still. 

There was a time one night when Miss was toying with me before we fell asleep and it was so intense and so controlled that I was genuinely afraid. I said I was tired and i needed to go to sleep. So we did. But as I lay next to her I was not asleep, i was relieved to escape. 

Red lining me is the closest we have come to that.  

Then there is idling me in middle gears, me moaning not from ascent to orgasm but just from having sensation rubbed in to my coconut oiled knoblet. Often at this stage I am not even fully erect. Miss may have chosen one of her weirder youtube picks and taken me out of the moment. But Miss easily gets me back to where she wants me to go, and when she is gripping and twisting the slick head it is is just direct sensory input. In its way it is as scary. For while red lining offers a slim hope that Miss will miss-judge it and make me go over, but with orange zone, there is no possible escape that way. I am not close, i just lie there, legs held open on the sofa while she makes me feel helplessly nice. All the nerve endings in my head are being made to feel amazing and I just lie back and drool. It's too much. It feels too nice. But there is no escape here either. 

There is also dropping me into neutral. Miss doesn't do this very often and considering the options available above I can understand why. But when she has been red lining me to the edge of orgasm for long minutes at a time, letting go and leaving me hang to calm down is a good idea. But no need to make this easy for me. Miss has in the past taken the opportunity to massage my balls, which always makes me moan with delight but which lets the knoblet calm down a little while it is untouched and left in neutral. Nipple play makes me feel as intensely aroused, but hard to get to me when we are on the sofa and I am far away. Whereas my balls are simply presented and what submissive doesn't like having his crown jewels nestled in his dearest's fist for some firm abuse? I'll bring a lace or something for Miss to tie my balls next time so she can grip and mashage them properly. Pretty please? 

Then there is the other way to get me under control when I am a bit too het up from being red lined - dropping it into reverse. This is where Miss grabs my fat hard knoblet and pulls it back, drags it back towards my toes. Not so hard that it hurts, but where I feel the strain on the muscles and tendons in the knoblet and it pulls me back from the brink. It also lets me know, when I am blindfolded and in the dark, how erect I am at that time. Which feels nice as it like to really feel my erection as it is strained and stretched, and again all good subs must like having their knoblet hurt in nice ways.  

Miss has never driven a car, but you drive me pretty well...