Did you hear the phone ring?

Good morning Mistress Cecilia! With luck this post will find you doing as well as possible; that you awoke with a smile on your face that grows larger with each passing second so that when you lay your head down tonight and look back you realize just how great your day truly was. I wish nothing but the very best for you each and every day. And a find good morning one and all! I hope each visitor here enjoys their stay.

A week or so ago Happy D left a blog post comment asking if I was submissive to my new girlfriend and the answer is yes. I have awakened this part of me and thanks to the beautiful Mistress Cecilia I have allowed it to flourish and I could not bury it again even if I tried. I am a submissive man and in the course of my life a few people, not many but a few know this. One person who does know is the same woman that introduced me to my current girlfriend. She felt we'd be a great match, same age (well a year apart) both single, one dominant and one submissive.

And we hit it off.

And every day I still play orgasm denial games; I may not be locked in a chastity cage but my orgasms still are not mine to do with as I please. Every morning I edge and every morning I am given the chance to come. Right now I average maybe three or four times a month. I have been tied up, I've been well used, and I have ventured into the public eye with the spectacle of humiliation hovering over head keeping my cheeks a rosy red.

And I've pleased this amazing woman I love and serve.

And it was along those lines that I requested and was granted a fantastic call with the stunningly sexy Mistress Cecilia. I sent a few emails, told her what I wanted and finally the day arrived and once again her beautiful voice rang in my ears. We spent a good bit of time catching up; I had missed speaking to her and hearing her again I was reminded how truly blessed I was to have found her. I still think that way.

Finally, naked and lying comfortably in my bed, the call started. She spoke softly, her voice calming with a hint of playful sexiness underneath. This was my fourth or fifth hypnosis call and I could not imagine doing one with anyone else. Picture if you will a sixty five year old asthmatic trying to do it, his voice wheezing as if his throat was begging for a cigarette. I don't know about you, but I doubt I could succumb to that voice as easily and readily as I can to the lyrical tone of Mistress Cecilia.

She put me under, I felt my body relax as she commanded, small pieces of me growing tingly as she spoke their name aloud. Finaly, she programmed me with what I had requested; I wanted to feel more submissive when I was submiting and I wanted the feelings of contentment and joy I feel when I do submit to be amplified and to linger long after the scene had ended and we were just lying on the couch and watching television. I opened my mind and let Mistress Cecilia in and she did her tweaking and tinkering and finally woke me up. I have no idea how much time had passed; it wasn't important.

"Did you hear the phone ring?" she asked me.

I was taken aback, I was on the phone, how could it have rang? "The phone rang," I sounded confused even in my own mind.

And she laughed, "yes, I thought it would wake you up," she said to me. Turns out my cell phone had rang and if I had heard it, well, it wasn't something that even penetrated my mind that I was being distracted. Wasn't that part of it, to ignore the world around me? I think it was, I can't remember the words even though I was asking for them to linger.

And we chatted a bit more; I was leary to break the connection. I was tired and awake at the same time. I was calm, relaxed, my eyes heavy but my mind alert. Finally, we hung up the phone and I went about my day.

It was a fantastic call; I have said before, they all are. If you have not done a call with this spectacular woman I have to ask... why not? You are missing out.

I went about my day and the next time I submitted I did not feel any different, I did not feel any long, lingering effects. However, she did, she commented that I was "flawless" in my attention to her and that she could not imagine me serving her any better. Was there a connection? Was there a corrolation? I can't be sure, after all, I am submissive.

But, here is the rub as the old saying goes, I did that call on Saturday and now, as I type this up, I still feel the lingering ripples of that last scene running in my mind and I feel calm, at peace and ready to submit again. I think and think and think and it's all meaningless, I feel, I feel, I feel and that trumps whatever foolishness my head throws my way. The feeling of submssion has been amplified, I know that now, the prism of time has proven it to me, and the feeling lingers that even now, this rainy Thursday morning, I can feel in the pit of my stomach and the bottom of my heart that I will do everything I can to make this woman, the woman I love, that loves me back and the one whom I serve, happy.

I will submit. I long to. And I feel blessed. And happy. Submitting makes me happy. And now, even more so!

Thank You Mistress Cecilia.

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