Detailed #MMDay Edging Report (It's All About the Technique!) by subbm

There was a 6th boy taking part in the Edging Practice #MMDay on Monday. I had been chatting with him the night before, and ordered him to join in. I thought he had backed out on training with me because he didn't join in on tweeting his edges with the #MMDay tag as ordered.

Afterward, I found out that he had edged, but all in one long, extended session, and while he had tweeted about it, he had gotten "shy" and only sent direct messages to me. He has now given me permission to publish his final full report (below). It is very detailed, very yummy, and may have some technique tips for some of you. ;-)

On the other hand, I'm not happy that he didn't follow directions, and I'm not sure if I'm comfortable with the level of intimacy with me that he imagines below. Basically, the jury is still out.
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The first part of the day I was busy working so could not take part. But later in the afternoon I got home and relaxed. Whilst sat at my computer I started reading our transcript from our very sexy conversation last night. This made me hard immediately and so I started stroking at a steady rate for my first edge.

I relived the scenes of my service to you in my mind as my hard cock became hotter under my slow increase of stroking rate. I am hot now imagining myself on my knees in front of you and the build up starts, I reach that physical state where my body is able to come if the stimulation is merely maintained. I know I have only a few strokes left. Instead of following the urge to speed up, I slow the pace down. My cock is on fire and at the point where I know any further and the dreaded pulsations will start, i squeeze hard behind the head, killing the cum reflex by leaving me aroused, I continue stroking and repeat my trick of pressing behind the head when the build up gets too much. I carry on and soon I am three strokes away from having to squeeze and I know soon the squeezing will stop working and an orgasm ruined or otherwise will be involuntary. This point I rest, my mind garbled with lust my whole body aroused. I feel the agony of frustration.

About 10 minutes later I feel safe to continue, I start stroking and before I know it I am on edge, and barely able to hold it. The desire to come hit so fast it surprised me. I squirm back into my chair moaning and desperate.

Some time passes I didn’t notice how long, but it wasn’t too long and I am at it again, careful this time respecting the depth of my arousal. Soon I am day dreaming back to you Mistress, and I am on edge, stroking softly and lightly, fully lubed up. You are in my mind humbling me, and I feel the twitching start. Oh no, I am on the edge of release, I press against the underneath of the head with my thumb frantically. Thankfully, I was in time!

For the 4th one, I maintain an easy pace. I think about using one of my sheer black stockings wrapped around my hand, but realise that I would just be asking for trouble that way. I start lightly moving up and down my shaft. I am really hard now, the head of my penis straining towards the light as I tease myself, groaning deeply as was it is almost agony. i am imagining kneeling at your feet, your high heeled foot pressing against my balls, and I slow right down suffering an eternity of painful arousal... wanting...fighting not to go faster. I am so desperate. I bury my face into my pillow and start licking it as if I am at worship - I can't help it. I am maintaining a solid edge, and I know I want nothing more than to cum next time.

I take a small breather without stopping stroking, just lightly keeping myself stimulated as I move about getting into position for what I think will be my final edge. Kneeling on the floor next to my bed, I am naked and with both hands, using the bed frame to prop me up I wank myself fast to edge. I get up there so quick I almost loose it.

Then I get an idea and stop: I dig out my flesh light. It has a realistic vagina. I rarely use it for penetration nowadays, but love to eat it as I want. I start again the 6th time, building up, eating out the fleshlight and lost in lust. I am hard fast, imaging you under my tongue. I feel the pulse quickly, and I almost ruin my orgasm as I lower the flesh light to the tip of my climaxing cock. Hot cum spews forth onto the pink plastic folds of the masturbatory device and in my short afterglow I fall forward bringing the fleshlight to my lips, and I greedily eat my own cum from its folds chasing inside it - working to pull out every last drop, and thanking Mistress under my breath as my mind returns and the shame of it all deliciously crashes in.

Thank you Mistress thank you xxxxx

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I must admit, that has to be the most unusual way that a boy has eaten his cum for me!

Feminization Script #2 by ed cantor

I've been busy moving, so I haven't had an opportunity to record these yet. I'm planning to edit them a bit first, and I'd love feedback from my readers on the parts that work for you and the parts that don't.

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It's morning, my boy, and it's time for you to get ready for your service to me.

Are you used to the routine yet??

The long, hot shower, steaming your flesh to softness, dreaming I might touch you.

Slathering the shaving cream over your chest, your legs, all around your cock and balls.

Sliding the new razor over yourself, removing any stubble that has grown in, itching you, since your last grooming.

It feels strange, doesn't it? Moving that razor so intimately and carefully, knowing the results must hold up to close inspection.

But don't linger too long, you have a lot to do for me. I don't want you too tempted to touch yourself either.

Walk out to the bedroom, ignoring all those disgusting clothes you wear every other day. Go right to that cherished, secret collection of garments.

You're going to dress up for me now. You're going to get all pretty, just to please me.

Your uniform is waiting for you, laid out on your little bed, in the princess room I've made for you in my home.

Yes, there are a lot of pieces to put on today.

First, roll the fishnet stockings up your freshly shaved legs. Be careful, any pulls or rips will result in punishment. You do not want punishment.

They look almost as pretty as I'm sure they feel. Wasn't it worth it now to make sure your legs were nice and smooth for me?

I want the seams straight up the backs of your legs and the lace tops nice and even across your thighs. Nice... perfect...

Now the high heels. I can't wait to have you balancing atop them. Five inch heels should be quite a challenge, but you will just have to get used to them, won't you?

Good.. good... step up onto them... can you reach your toes without bending your knees? A good girl bends only at the waist. Buckle them on. Notice the little locks? Close them.. they don't come off until I choose.

Mnnn... so pretty you are like this already, but we have work to do.

There's a pretty pink plug for your slutty little ass. Yes, that soaked cloth is all the lube you get, so coat it nice... that's right... bend forward... just at the waist, remember, now... push and ease the plug up inside your tight, hungry ass. Mmmm all the way in, until you feel its width stretch into you, and your body grips the
narrow neck....

Ohh... I just know you feel like a slut now, don't you? After all, who else but a sissy slut would be standing there in stockings, heels and an ass-fucking toy?

Next are the cock rings. Yes, rings, with an "s." Do you remember how I like them on you?

First the big one, up over your balls, one at a time... then wriggle that cock through too. Yes, yet it nice and snug around the base there...

Second is the medium ring... around your balls again... do they feel swollen with attention? Yes, get it nice and pretty around them.

Third is the smallest... just over your cock, around that shaft... I bet your cock is already getting happy and thick with attention.

Mmmmm... take a moment now... just appreciate how fully you are decorated and displayed for me...

Next are the panties... I know, they are so small and frilly... but I want you extra pretty today.

They are special in another way too... Yes, you can see it now, can't you? Yes, crotchless panties today. I want your pretty package tugged out through that slit of silk.

Next is your dress... Yes... you can see it now. You pretty black satin french maid's dress... all trimmed out in white lace. Notice the built in petticoat in the skirt, all those layers of frilly ruffles, keeping your skirt poofed out.

That skirt that is so short that I can see your packaged cock dangling there for me. That little length of white ribbon isn't there by accident you know. Tie it around your package for me. A nice pretty bow.... yes...

There's a waist cincher built into the white apron... see that? Yes, lace it tight... around your middle... accentuate your hips for me... Dream of having a sexy sissy figure for your Mistress.

Next are the four cuffs... Yes that is while lace trimming out those leather cuffs.... buckle them securely around your wrists and ankles... Yes, and those are more locks to close and secure for me. Locking yourself up under my control.

A couple more final touches now.... First the perfume. On a whim I chose some of Britney Spears' new fragrance for you. Dab your wrists, your neck, your chest... Mmmmm... what a princess you are...

Lipstick now... Bright red. Get those lips pretty and full and sexy for me. I know boys that call those cock-sucking lips... ha ha...wouldn't you love to prove your devotion to me like that...

Do a good job, or I might sent you for collagen injections, to get you to look more properly like my slutty maid.

Do you feel good now, my maid? You look so pretty. So perfect. Your heels, your stockings, your panties, your dress, your tight waist, your fuckable lips...

I see you are so excited... so aroused... but nothing to do about it yet...

One more thing... a real honour for you...

Yes, you see it don't you? That collar... black leather, trimmed again in white lace... it is perfectly sized for your neck, slave. Put it on with honour. Yes, it locks too.

Take a long look at yourself in the mirror... You are my maid. You are my slave. You are my slut. You are totally and completely mine.

You have two hours, to complete the chores on your list. The bathroom had better be spotless by the time I get home. Every toy should be perfectly cleaned. There's a feather duster for you to use, for all the shelves and furniture. Do the dishes, clean the kitchen, and vacuum the carpet. Be a good maid for me.

When I get home, I want to find you tucked nice and tight under my desk, on your knees, with your wrists crossed behind you, waiting.

I might be home in as little as two hours. I might be home in three hours. Maybe four. You will just wait for me there, ready to serve. Ready to please.

I won't say a word when I come in. I'm just going to have a look at your work, pour myself a drink, and come up to sit at my desk.

I'm going to edge my skirt up and spread my legs.

Then you will get a chance to really do some good work.

Final Report (For Now) by SeekingP

When we started, I knew that SeekingP only intended to train with me while his Lady was out of town for a few months. While She has been gone, we have worked on his porn addiction and the fact that he needs to focus on Her service and pleasure rather than on letting his own selfish habits take his time and attention away from her. We have also worked on his disrespectful actions toward other women, such as his tendency to stare at their assets as they walk by on the street.

I am really glad to see that my combination of written punishments and cock control have made a difference for him. While I am sad to see him go, I understand that now he needs to focus on his own Goddess. And I do have to say that she is a very lucky lady to have such an intelligent and sensual boy who knows that it is his place to please Her. The fact that he noticed that his focus was straying from Her and took steps to change that speaks well of him. I would hope that I could help other committed couples in much the same way.

I don't think a few sessions will solve every problem, and do believe that long-term reinforcement may often be required. Since SeekingP was straightforward with me, I am happy to help, if at any point, he finds himself slipping or in need of additional training, and would welcome working with him again.

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Dear Mistress Magick,

I am happy that you have accepted my lines and have granted me an orgasm.

It took me a bit of time to start on this set of lines. I had used up almost all the pages of my legal sized notepad, so I had to go to the stationary shop and get myself a new pad of paper. I also had come down with a bit of a head cold, which was making me rather slow and tired. But after I assembled the necessary stationary, I started on my lines. This set of lines seemed to go quite slowly. It seemed to take a long time to even approach the half-way mark. But the lines were doing their job of reminding me of what's important and what I shouldn't do.

Going to work in the morning after having spent part of the previous night writing my line was a good experience. I could hear and feel my line in my head, reminding me that I was *not* allowed to stare at and ogle women. My focus should be on my Goddess, not on disrespecting random women in the street.

During this time, I'd been working on completing a To-Do list of things that I want to do in preparation for my Goddess's homecoming. It is now just a short time until she will be home, and I want to do what I can to welcome her, make her feel special and comfortable. And I'm also looking forward to the sex that we will have, and I've been fantasizing about all the different ways I want to pleasure and pamper her when she gets home.

I was happy when I finally finished my lines. I waited for your response and was happy to be granted an orgasm, as at that point it had been more than a week since I'd had one. It is amazing to know that I can go for a week or more without cumming and that such a schedule can begin to feel normal to my body, compared to sometimes having multiple orgasms per day when I was in charge of my cock.

I received your email on Thursday morning, so I'd have to wait until Thursday night to give myself an orgasm. I followed your instructions, thinking about my Goddess and all the ways I wanted to pleasure and pamper her. This was easy, as her impending return already had me thinking about the things I wanted to do to welcome her back, and all the different ways I want to kiss and lick her. I edged 4 or 5 times over the course of 20 minutes, and then finally pleasured myself until I went over the edge. The orgasm felt good, then I quickly licked my seed from my hand before it went cold or my arousal subsided. I don't enjoy the taste of my cum, but there it was...I thus cleaned up my mess and then went to sleep.

I am proud of myself, as it's been nearly a month since I've engaged in my porn habit. Instead, I've been able to focus on doing more productive things and on how I want to treat my Goddess and and our sexualities. But I also know that a month is not a lot of time, and that it is still quite easy to fall back into old habits, spending hours viewing porn on the internet. But so far I've been good, and I intend to really try to keep it up (no pun intended). My Goddess will now be home in a week, so I want to fill this week full of chores that I can do to make the house clean an welcoming for her return, as well as fantasies about all the different ways I want to hug, kiss and pleasure her when she gets back. Upon her return, I think it will be easy for me to focus on her and be a good submissive servant. In the longer term, it may be harder, but it's a challenge that I'm up for.

At the moment I can't think of other behaviours that I would like to address in this way. I feel that my behaviour has improved over the course of the last month, and now I'm trying to focus on my Goddess's return and on how I want to focus my sexuality on her.

In submission,
SeekingP

A "Normal" Cock Ring Training Report by shy jim

Some of my potential trainees are a bit intimidated by ed cantor's excellent reports, and by the others that I have published here, so I thought I would provide an example of a normal, but very good, report. In reading this, I can visualize and follow both his shopping trip and his ring training, as well as his reactions to them. It is full of incomplete sentences, and I've decided not to edit it in order to show it as I received it, but it still gets all the key points across. (Can you tell that it was written by a busy executive?) All in all, it is a good account of what happened. It doesn't have the level of detail and language that a skilled erotica writer like ed might use, however, it still makes me smile and has some hot moments. ;-)

Note: I generally feel that writing about going down on me is presumptuous, however, I know jim in person, so he has a bit of leeway here. New boys should not go there, especially in such detail.

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Completed the assignment today and night. Went to a local novelty store in my neighborhood. Parked in the back parking lot. Went in the store and noticed three woman. One in her forties, another about 30 and another 35. Said to my self, my luck- a store full of woman and I am going to ask- Where's the Cock rings? Actually grinned to myself. Knew you had planned this for me.

Proceeded to browse around- Dildo section. Plastic to real life looking rubber cocks. Ointments and gels, video tapes and dvd's , bondage stuff and finally cock rings. Bought a set of 4 for 12.00. 2 in,1.75,1.5 1.25. Then had to go up to the counter and pay the woman cashier. She just smiled and said, would you like Lube -I said no, I had some at home-Astra-glide.. Felt a little red when I went up to pay. Turned around and looked the other two woman in the eyes and left.

Came home and eventually open the package and went to see which size I needed. Realized the 2 in was for me. Tried at first and was only getting one testicle through the ring. Ultimately was able to get both my balls and then my cock through the ring. Wore it for a few minutes and started rubbing my semi erect cock. After getting harder. let some time pass by answering e-mails- cock ring on -bringing my mind to you. Let about a half hour go by and then proceeded to stroke my cock- with saliva and rubbing the underside very gently and then harder. Did this for about five minutes -my mind think about you and being submissive.

Then remembered that you instructed us to masturbate while kneeling. Got down on my knees and started rubbing my penis with longer and harder stokes. My mind flashing on you and your pussy. Me kneeling in front of you and you walking up to me slowly- whispering to me, "you know you want to kiss me and lick me- don't you. I wanted to say -no, but I really did and found myself hoping you would walk up to me and rub your pussy into my face- my tongue arching to run over your clit as you pulled my head closer and closer. Almost losing my breath -am determined to help you achieve a big climax. At that point could feel the pressure on my face as I stoked harder I was lost in your triangle of bliss. Was certainly a strong orgasms and I did taste a little of my cum.. Thank you.

4th of July Flagpole Decorating (Final Report) from Cap Slight

The below report is from a new online trainee and cyberlover who just took part in my 4th of July assignment, with his official ribbon-wearing time stretching into the day on July 5th. It was so incredibly hot that I had to ask his permission to share it. He did request that I keep the pictures private, so I am doing so, but I left the notations in, as I think they will help you better visualize the action.

After doing a delightful job of serving me online, I instructed him to add the ritual at the end, which I am sure some of you will recognize. Some those who know me better than he does at this point may notice some things in his writing that I wouldn't do or say in exactly the way described, and yes, he took some liberties, but only ones I feel more than inclined to allow. All-in-all it's a wonderfully yummy report, and one which I'm enjoying reading over and over and over again. ;-)

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I have just finished the assignment a short while ago. This e-mail is long because there is much for me to tell you so I have split it into three easily found 'chapters' so you can search ahead and find if you so desire: "DURING THE NIGHT" describing my pleasant waking torments last night, "DURING THE DAY" about another day at the office, and "FINISHING THE ASSIGNMENT", with release and my tasting the cum which flowed from your boy's cock.


DURING THE NIGHT

In the night I awoke, your cock half swollen, and swelling more as I tried and failed to get back to sleep as I imagine other ways you might have of using me for your pleasure...

I imagine that you have released my cock from its wrappings but tied my ankles and wrists to the bed so I lie spreadeagle on my back as you pleasure youself above me, kneeling astraddle my face and rubbing your gorgeous hot wet sex into me, rubbing your clit on my nose as you grasp my hair. Sometimes you pause to let my tongue explore inside you. Juices leak from within you; sometimes slowly, sometimes in a glistening stream. When finally you are satisfied you wipe the precum from your cockhole and feed it to me, kiss me, then fall deeply asleep beside me as I remain restrained, the taste and feel of you in my mouth and all over my face, your cock yearning for a release it does not deserve.

I imagine you are holding a dinner party for your closest girlfriends where I will be serving at table. You have dressed your cock tightly in the prettiest ribbons and supervised me showering and made me rub lotion into myself so your boy is fragrant, then you attach extra decorations. Stick-on stars on your cock's shaft and in the pubic hair, and pink hearts on your ballsack. The touch of your hands as you make these improvements to your cock makes me strain against the unyielding ribbons and sets your balls alive in their prettified sack. These decorations are all I am to wear during your party. Your guests arrive and compliment you on your work and examine every inch of my nakedness, which I find utterly humiliating and enormously arousing. Much of the party conversation is about boys and I nearly whimper when one of your friends describes in detail how her new boyfriend's cock feels when she's sucking it, when it's inside her pussy, when it's pumping semen into her. I walk back into the kitchen to fetch another bottle of wine and hear gales of girly laughter after someone says something I can't quite make out. I have to remind myself that Mistress doesn't suck my cock and doesn't let it into her pussy because that's how Mistress likes it and that's more important. After dinner is over I am put to work in other ways you command me. Maybe pleasuring you or one or more of your guests in any way you command, maybe allowing them to redecorate your cock, maybe having me wank myself into a cup and drink the cum in front of them all.

I imagine you call me to you and I find you sittimg in an armchair with a glass on the floor a few feet in front of you. You have me kneel in front of the glass, facing you. On your command I undo the restraints on your package and you lean forward for a better view, your chin resting on your hand as if gazing at a curious zoo specimen. You say "wank for me, boy" and I start. My view fixates sometimes on your crotch, sometimes on your cleavage, sometimes on your eyes. You tell me to stop, and appear to be thinking deeply as you gaze into the pleading eyes of your boy. My heart leaps as you finally give me permission to release and we keep looking into each other's eyes as I squirt the pent-up jizz into the glass and utter cries of thanks and obedience.

I imagine you lie naked face down on the bed as I firmly massage your shoulders, then your arms, then your back, your gorgeous round buttocks, your shapely legs, until you gleam all over with the oil. You roll over and have me massage my way back up your body. I pay plenty of attention to your inner thighs and loiter gently on your pubic mound and oil your already-moist lips. You mutter "yes" softly and a smile flickers across your face as I slip one finger briefly inside. I massage my way up your belly and you moan as I start to oil and caress your breasts. With one hand you reach into a bedside drawer, take out first one then another vibrator, pass one to me and tell me to slide it into you and "Fuck me with it". I oil the vibe, switch it on and slowly press it deep into you, an ooze of your juice escaping as your lips part. I stoop my head down and lick at it. You tell me to get on all fours, my head between your legs and my ass high up in the air above your face, so your toy's tormented bound cock and balls are in front of you. I hold the gleaming end of the vibe and move it in and out of your sweetly oozing vagina, and work on your clit and lips with my mouth and tongue and you switch on the other vibe. You play it across your breasts and touch it to me to further tease my - or rather *your* - already straining cock and balls, making me gasp when you reach up with thumb and finger to pull the foreskin back and then rub the buzzing vibe all round the now unbearably sensitive edge of the cockhead. The strain in me builds so far that I start to panic, thinking I might cum despite the restraints (you, my Mistress, haven't told me I can cum, you'll be rightly angry with me, you will be disappointed with your boy and, my lack of control will spoil your pleasure!) you take the vibe away from your boytoys and return it to your breasts.

It is not easy to sleep while imagining these things.


DURING THE DAY

The constriction and tickling were a constant reminder to me of [who I belong to]. I had to be careful when standing up and sitting down because my - *your* - nuts were so sensitive. This added a real buzz to an otherwise regular day at the office. During a dull meeting I thought of your ownership of my bound cock and I swelled. Trying to keep a straight face as my - *your* - cock strained in my pants and not blurt out something like "Mistress tied ribbons round my cock!" to the others around the table when I was asked what my opinion was an interesting moment :) And every minute that your package was bound up and squeezed by the ribbons was a minute closer to the final tasks you had ordered me to perform and I was so so looking forward to.


FINISHING THE ASSIGNMENT

After getting home and having a hurried dinner I undressed and knelt down to finish the assignment at 8 o'clock (3pm your time, I was wondering what you were doing then). I took one last long look at your decorated cock (pic 1) then undid the ribbons around the shaft. They left marks where they had been digging into your cock when it was hard (pictures 2 and 3) but those are gone now. I untied the cockring ribbons around the base and held them up to my nose, sniffing along their whole length. They smelt of sex and sweat, desire and frustration, and hope. Then I took hold of your shaft and started to play with it while imagining you sat watching me, imagining you standing over me with your legs apart and me licking your pussy.

Three times I managed to stop just short of cumming, and watched as a thin stream of milky precum dribbled from your cockhole and into the glass in front of me. The first time this happened (picture 4) I drank the precum from the glass to taste what I was making for you. A sharp aroma and an almost sweetened salty taste, it was good and it made we want more. The other two times I edged I kept the precum in the glass so that there would be as much as possible when I finished (pictures 5 and 6 after one of the later edgings).

After half an hour of wanking I went a little too far and rather than edging again and dribbling, at 3:30 your time, I tipped *over* the edge and as I gasped "Your cock, Mistress, your boy, Mistress, yourgggggggggh pleasurggghhhhh, Misssstressssssss" I shook as it felt like all the muscles in my lower half contracted at once and two hard squirts of jizz shot out (picture 7; I just got lucky with the timing!) as a pleasure-bomb went off in my brain. After the two big squirts there was a third more gentle one and then I just knelt, trembling and panting. A little more cum oozed out out me and a tingling sensation swept in waves from my fingertips up to my forehead, from my chest down as far as my knees, as if ripples of tingly joy were running over me. It was, Mistress, one of the finest and strongest orgasms I have *ever* had and it was entirely thanks to you and your wonderful instructions and coaxing through the assignment.

After five minutes I had stopped shaking and had one more job to do for you. The glass (picture 8) had about 5cc of cum in it. It had an aroma I can't describe as being quite like anything else except perhaps "hot glistening cockhead, with a hint of fresh sweat". I drank it all, in two sips. It tasted *great* as I swilled it around my mouth with my tounge to get the most of it. A sweet salty sour meaty taste... with... mushroom? That's the best I can describe the taste of the cum you made me produce. It took a long time before my trembling stopped and I felt able to stand up to walk to the computer and write this report.

As I sit here typing this some hours later I am still buzzing with the warmth you, my mistress, put into me by having me bind her cock and please her. I hope I have served you adequately and that you might consider me as worthy of serving you in the future. Tonight I am sure I will have no problem sleeping, but I expect interesting dreams.

Wishing you many warm and lingering kisses and tongue caresses wherever you ask of me,

Your boy,

Cap

My Desires

As some of you know, I've accepted ed_cantor into my online service. He just wrote me the lovely piece below. While some aspects may be pure fantasy (limo?), it's a very good description of the type of D/s relationship that I desire. Not one focused on scening/play or SM, but rather a loving and enduring D/s dynamic focused on service, pampering, etc. The fact is: the more I feel pampered and pleasured by my boy, the more advertuous I am in regard to the ways in which I enjoy him.



I see you desiring a softer, more subtle service than stereotypes present, or that seem described by the word "scene." I see myself with you, near you, beside you... but yours. I can be dressed up, taken out with you, though perhaps with a hint of my position given in something that teases the eyes or the body. Maybe it is lace panties beneath my suit, maybe it is a piece of special jewelry, or a thin collar under my shirt and tie.


I open doors for you, I help you out of cars, I hold out your chair. I pour your wine. I get your coat. I call the limo back. I unlock the doors and hold them open for you at your home. I slide your hair aside as I massage your shoulders. I stand when you wish. I open my trousers at your command. I slide them down to my ankles. I give you the tie from around my neck, breathing deep as I can only watch you wrap it around my hardening cock and throbbing balls. With that new leash, you pull my to my knees, and guide my head under the hem of your gown.


Bliss.