Thoughts and fantasies of a submissive

Mistress luxuriated in her bath, soaking in the hot sudsy water. There was no rush, no need to return to the squirming little bundle she'd left tied to the bed. She had long since broken him of any delusions that he had any control over what happened to him during their sessions.  There had been the 'you don't care enough' revolt. Crushed. There had been the 'script' revolt. Crushed. Then the 'timekeeping' revolt. Also crushed. She lay in the bath and lapped water over her enormous breasts and smiled to think that a few feet away he writhed in intense bondage and electrical stimulus -unwanted and slowly 'cooking' his sensitive spots. She recalled again the crushing of his revolts. The sad little face when she beat his cock and balls with the ruler to show she'd remembered his implement and so proved she cared enough to bring it and cared enough to use it. She really enjoyed that one and to be fair he was right about the ruler and she pleasa...

They sat at lunch, two friends sat next to two knowing friends, a jolly foursome chatting and eating and drinking. The rope master, his girlfriend, his apprentice and the polite younger man that his passed on skill had won her. All four knowing the score, knowing ourselves, knowing our secrets. Two master binders. Two hopeless rope sluts. Two happy submissives both being occasionally, surreptitiously, but very surely pawed. Each couple had plans after. Miss had refrained from her usual Friday pleasure of pumping her toy to a series of crushing climaxes. Now scant days later she planned to rectify that by taking him home, breaking out the baby oil and taking a firm grip on the knoblet to pump and twist and grind his nuts and keep him waiting snd guessing whether she'd let him blow at all. Even though she almost certainly would. She enjoyed feeling him tremble and shake too much. Before that though some Miss time. Tender caresses and lotion. Kisses under the covers and teasing li...

He knocked on the door to the room. He had a key and had paid for it,  but she insisted he knocked respectfully. After a few moments he was granted permission to enter. He lugged the heavy case in and plopped it as instructed on the side bed. A curt demand to strip had him back naked before her. - Tidy up all your shit! I don't want to see any of it, put it away. Now. He scampered about putting his offered sex toys and lube away in the drawers by the bed, uncomfortable neighbours of the gideon bible which sat there silently protesting. His clothes, phone, wallet and keys went back into his bag, and the bag into the room's sole small cupboard. When he was finished he came back to kneel by her side, the only evidence of him left his naked self. She would fix that. - Been to the bathroom already yes? Yes Mistress. - Good. She threw back the covers of the bed and bid him climb onto it. She retrieved items from the case and as quickly fitted him with them. Inflatable...

It had been a long, long month, locked by her command. Now in a quiet room he lay, bound and panting with denied demand. Hours passed and when breathless and dizzy, she leant in close and whispered time for your jizzy! Mistress untied her toy. She untied his bound genitals and slipped off his blindfold. Naked he lolled and stretched ashamed of his nakedness and his pale, padded form. - Get up my little bitch. She gripped him by his balls and led him into the bathroom. Cock red and sore,  bruised from its bindings but bobbling with hopeful desire. She flicked on the light and marched him to the sink. In the harsh and unforgiving light he saw two clothes pegs and a pair of rubber gloves. He registered them and registered their potential,  their threat. But he'd been too many years of being bossed and broken to do anything but stand as she directed. Hands held behind his back, legs apart, her grip on his balls released only briefly to allow her to put on the thin surgical...

She opens the door to her naked toy. He kneels facing away, trembling as she stands in the door. Knowing he's exposed to the corridor. Knowing she wouldn't let her toy be seen by passers by, but never able to be completely sure. She steps in and demands coffee. He springs to action, chastity cage bobbling as his only attire. He serves the cup on the small table placing it by the envelope waiting there. Spying the tools he has placed out for her the small bottle of oil and the prostate massager are quickly in her hand. Thrown face down over the bed and with hands placed on his head the oil eases the way for the insert to swiftly follow. Moans and sighs accompany this to her great amusement. She jiggles it inside him and elicits more as a long denied toy leaks its first tear from the chastity cage. Balls already drawn tight. She sits on the low bed by the window and he kneels by her thigh resting his head there. She talks in her breezy style about her day and recent days,...

It had been a long, long month, locked by her command. Now in a quiet room he lay, bound and panting with denied demand. Hours passed and when breathless and dizzy, she leant in close and whispered time for your jizzy! Mistress put down the nasty knobbled vibrator with which she'd been tormenting him off and on for the last few hours. Off and on was the right phrase as she'd switch it on, turn him  on, edge him delicately to nowhere near the edge , switch it off and watch as his waggling dick slowly switched off too. After a long cool down she'd switch it on again... She lay next to him, her soft full body counteracting the absence of stim, draped over his splayed naked form, tied down simply to each corner. Blindfolded and with the ring gag in his mouth keeping his mouth open for her to thrust her fingers into him. Wet with the salty drops of his pre-cum wrung out over the hours and shamefully sucked from those roughly inserted fungers. She spoke softly to him. Into ...

It had been a long, long month, locked by her command. Now in a quiet room he lay, bound and panting with denied demand. Hours passed and when breathless and dizzy, she leant in close and whispered time for your jizzy! Mistress picked up the wooden ruler for the hundred and somethingth time in the last few hours. After many hours of striking her boy's cock with it, it was only the promise of an actual orgasm that roused him. Though he suspected that,  as last time, she'd  just laugh as she beat him limp. But her soft hands teased his soft nips and his cock twitched as ever it did when she leant in and rubbed them. A drop or two of baby oil worked vigorously into his sensitive and sore cock head completed her preparation. She spoke softly to him. -Hopefully this time you'll appreciate all i do for you, my little bitch. She started tapping the underside of his cock. Slow taps growing in force and becoming swats. Each one holding the ruler to his sensitive underside,...