Thoughts and fantasies of a submissive

 So this Friday I am getting back to boring normality, after a week curtailed by illness. Breakfast somewhere we know well and which we love. Lots of playful banter with the staff, as I have to explain the latest escapade Miss has conjured for their and her amusement.  Then around the market, ours but not a private one, form some donkey work, me carrying her shopping like the obedient servant that i am. Home via the train, hopefully a quiet one where Miss can get her hand on my crotch and remind me who is boss. Boss of the knoblet for sure.  Then home for some time on the sofa, chat with her housemate and attention to her legs and her tootsies.  Then bath and what will probably be the last shave of the season, hopefully with a good scrub of my dirtier places so they are properly clean and pink. Upstairs for dressing and then a doze, as we are both dozy and much practised in that skill. Wake for Miss time, nuff said, and a bit of a cwtch before dinner.  Dinner of...

So the other week was Miss' birthday and I took her out for a special lunch at one of her fave restaurants. It was an epic meal, at a very classy place which makes a point of flaunting portion control conventions. I had to ask the charming waiter if he had any patrons who finished the fish and chips meal for the day to reassure Miss she wasn't lame for not finishing it.  We adjourned for home after a shared dessert (which neither of us deserved as we hadn't finished our mains) and headed back to the station. We caught the first train back as opposed to waiting for a far quieter one 5 minutes later so I missed out on the pleasure of her hand ravaging my crotch on way back. Not least as we couldn't even sit next to each other, some we poked faces at each other and I snapped a pic or so of her Miss behaving. Which was very cute and I shared with her, but not one for others.  We got back and the tights she wore made stroking her legs even nicer than usual. But also meant to...