Thoughts and fantasies of a submissive

Saw my dear sweet Miss today, first time in weeks. It was a typical catch up, complete with initial awkwardness over inability to hug, a slight grump from a misunderstanding a d then silly laughs over a snaffled lunch on a public bench in the sunshine. Missed you Miss and hopefully get back to quiet evenings of vino and good company soon.. Some Miss time soon too.

She greeted him at the door. Her boy, her toy. Hers to do with as she pleased.  And what pleases her? Seeing her toy shudder and shake, tremble and cry out as orgasms are ripped out of him. Well tonight he'd get his alright, and she'd have her fun. She was going to go for a record. She wanted to empty him and empty him and keep going after he was empty. Until he had nothing left to give and yet he'd still climax with burning emptiness. So empty he'd leave and have no sex left in his head or his balls for days, all taken by her and kept by her. So to begin she closed the door behind him and forced him against the wall.  Her hand clamped over his mouth to back up her demand for silence. Her favourite handful was quickly wrenched out from a wrenched open zipper and his hands bidden to stay at the back of his head. She led him by his thickening cock to the bathroom. The bath lay steaming but she forced him to the sink next to it, and spinning him to face the mirror fo...

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.