Thoughts and fantasies of a submissive

I've been meaning to write about another little moment at my recent dinner with Miss. Before we left i suggested she put her spare key, which she keeps on a long chain, around my neck for safe keeping. She thought this an excellent addition to the stockings and suspenders combination i was also wearing under my day clothes. Her chain about my neck was cold, and dangled as we walked into town. I was in great fear that it would show at my neck or between a button of my shirt. But then so was i that a stocking clasp would show under my thin trousers so my heart was all a flutter all evening. After a lovely evening with just the right amount of too much wine, we headed back to hers. Waving off the cabbie she reached for my throat, wrenched the chain from between my chest and pulled me by my neck to the lock. Turning it to open the door i, of necessity, followed and inside, when freed from the door, it served as a leash to take me upstairs. What a happy servant i was and oh to w...

I was with Miss the other day and we were just messing about as usual. At one point upstairs i was helping her dress, or she me, and she stood in front of me and grabbed my wrists and pinned them behind my back in a strong hug. She was pressed close to me and it felt heavenly to be so close, pressed so hard, held firmly and vulnerable. She bit my chest and chewed me to a bruise and i nearly swooned. Best hug ever. Again please 😉

In the metropolis today they talk of record temperatures and yet in me it all just provokes so much lassitude. In my dearest Miss, and sole reader, it provokes a helpless fury as her sensitive celtic soul has its feet held to the fire. But hold on Miss. Better times are coming. Marr-kett beckons Friday. Breakfast and shopping and porterage and afters. There may even be the blessed relief of rain tonight. Maybe even on Saturday.  If Saturday, flannelled foolery might even be cancelled. Which would make an earlier start to tender Miss time. So hang in there Miss, the heat will break and be followed by tenderness in the cool. Soon enough the season will break too and I'll be more often in your tender clutches, shaved and primped and as attentive and sweet as i can be. As ever.

I was recently driving through the wide brown land and stopped by the petrol station which inspired a long fantasy about two women i bumped into there. It was in a small country town, and a very fleeting encounter but inspired a long reverie that hasn't yet been fully written out.  With the loss of Mistress and all the potential lost there it has put me in reflective mood. Potential unfulfilled is a very sad state and i need to make more of the opportunities and ideas i have. Capture and share and above all - do. While one can, because one never knows... Anyways sat in the sun on the deck during a testing southern hemisphere winter (23 degrees C) it's just a brief burst of melancholia before returning to the bosom of ny family. Before i return thereafter to the bosom of my only correspondent and the chance to deliver on that pledge to do more, while one still can...

I had bad news the other day. I joined Mistress for lunch and immediately knew something was up when i saw her. She told me she wasn't sessioning any more and set out the sad personal reasons why this was so. I tried to console her and cheer her up, but it was, as they say, too soon. I had thought this day might come eventually, but never so soon. It's a tough transition, for her and for me. It's all the more so for its suddenness. So i find myself thinking of all the things i still wanted us to do. They will now be left undone. Fare thee well Mistress. I hope you get over your shock and can move on. I hope especially that this might serve as a catalyst to making positive changes to your life and that as a result you're in a better place in spite of it. It was fun, thank you. My life was better for having had you in it.

He staggered off to the kitchen and retrieved the wine and the chocolate as always placing the first in the fridge and the second on the counter top. 'Come with me boy' she said as she grabbed him by the wrist and led him easily to the bathroom. She span him quickly to face the bath and slipped behind him as she bent him over the tub and pressed up against his bottom. She forced his head down to look at the bath and unbuckled his belt. His trousers she sent to his ankles along with his plain black trunks. He'd had no time to look about him and she gleefully grabbed the black anal insert and lubed it generously. To much moaning and squeaking she rubbed it over his rosebud and finding the spot popped it in an inch, out and in and made sure it was easing in and taking a firm hold of his cock and balls in the other hand bade him relax as it was shoved all the way in... Her hand absent mindedly pumped him to full hardness again and gave the insert a wiggle in tandem til he...

I'm very lucky to quite regularly spend time with Miss, who is sparkling company, makes a mean bacon sandwich and has an abiding interest in playing with my cock. We have a typical pattern to those nights, and I'm both very happy with them and not going to reveal them to an disinterested public. But i can always fantasize about what might happen. On a common or garden variety evening... Miss greets me at the door. There is a warm welcoming smile as ever and this is reciprocated. She leans in close and spins me round to face the wall inside the door. She presses in close and pushes her leg between mine to spread them then squishes me against the wall, pressing herself into me and her hands roam roughly over my body. Her hands maul my tits through the thin shirt. They grasp and squeeze each firm handful and settle to firmly pinching the nipples beneath. I'm panting heavily already and i protest that i should get the wine in the fridge. She speaks firmly into my ear th...