You know she cares when she crushes the knoblet in her hand

So I'm sat on train heading home, after a wonderful evening in Miss' company.

It didn't go exactly as planned, as life is wont to do. I sat on the wrong side of the sofa for initial bit of leg pampering, which threw Miss off as she was not in her normal pos. Upstairs Miss preferred a cwtch and a doze to Miss time, and what we did was cut sadly short.

Promise you proper worship next time Miss. 

We went downstairs but only after Miss couldn't find the straightjacket. Had all day to get it out so couldn't help but feel a little undervalued. I'm only human. Miss would say barely so.

But she got straps done up tight and we settled on the sofa. And it was magnificent. It's been almost 3 weeks since my last confession, as it were, and she went very hard very early, which panicked me into thinking she'd make me go over, but she knows my body well enough it seems as she kept me from tipping over however many times she took me to the edge of the cliff. 

And at the chimes? Vicious hard squeezes of the knoblet to signal the ending of things. Which meant she'd remembered what I wrote for her. And built it in. Which made me feel so valued. I looked through the thin fabric of my askew hood and saw her hand on me, my shiny helmet reflecting the light with its sheen of coconut oil in her fist, and Miss outlined in the blur.

We paused half way through (an hour in) and had some dessert, me spoon fed while still bound and some water too. 

For the second hour Miss fancied picking things from YouTube and an eclectic mix they were. My hood had been adjusted for dinner and blindfold part sat better so I couldn't see anything mercifully (telly is a big distraction). When you are riding edge after edge and having sensation rubbed into the knoblet when not, songs take on additional meanings. Running up that hill for example...

Miss also chose some songs she knows take me out of it, curious choices she likes, but rather than pout I tried to ride these out too. Helped that Miss went more frenzied for them and it's good to submit properly as opposed to curating all the time. Suggesting and topping from below etc. 

We finished on time but Miss kept hold of me, just tweaking and gripping as I thrust away wanting more. Will hopefully get more soon, maybe Friday. 

Then off to the cruellest of sub drops, a cold wet night, public transport issues and no Miss. No kindly hand. No cwtch. 

Alas til Friday. 

Thank you my wonderful Miss.

P.S. Sambient was good calming stuff. Look forward to it being my internal sound track to some therapy soon.