Back to boring reality

 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 the usual Friday sort and then couch for some long overdue therapy. Long overdue is my fault, but a nice couple of hours of knoblet teasing and brutalising while I am smeared across the sofa in my stockings and  stays, augmented by a straight jacket, a hood and a collar. 

Then an ending of her choosing, and offski.

Dearest Miss, I have missed it so. Hope you have too. 

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