Friday, June 18, 2010

Every Picture Tells a Story

I am always thrilled when Mistress stops by for some worship. The other day she wanted to share te thrill with her Master, our Western Correspondent. So as out ritual proceeded, Mistress had her I-phone in hand. I was told to snap a photo from the "slave's eye view", on my knees, her lucious clean shaven cunt open before me. The first photo did not meet her standards, so I was aasked to try again.

When she was finally pleased with the frame, I was placed on task - pleasing her with tongue and lips- while she sent it off to M.

Then she took this second photo to share with him (and you dear readers) her legs stretched  across my shoulders and back making sure I did not stray until my job was well done.

One benefit of these mid-day worship sessions is having the musky taste of my mistress on face and fingers for the rest of the work day.  Yum.

Another nice ritual we have been following on these warm weekday summer mornings is a little post bike ride worship.

Mistress likes an occasional early morning ride. Her Slave likes to exercise, but these aging bones and muscles prefer the afternoon. So as she rides I might peruse the paper or work on this blog.


When Mistress returns she is ripe with her exertions: it's hot and humid here in River City.

And I am one of those guys who likes the salty, semi-skunky taste of her ripened cunt after her hard ride is done. So I ask for permission to peal off the sodden tight black running shorts and get the full fragrant taste of her.  Double Yum.

And while riding mornings usually mean we are in a bit of a rush to get off to work, Mistress usually takes the time to allow me to indulge this desire.

Our final photo today shows what Mistress has packed for a little getaway we have planned for this evening. We are sleeping in a bit this morning, will go for a joint bike ride, then will drive up to our flat as a pancake state capitol. Mick has an afternoon conference to attend, Molly can lounge about our hotel room, then we are taking dinner with some friends this evening.

Molly has some very specific instructions from M: She was told to pack the Hitachi (all packed away as you can see) for a date they will a=have this afternoon while I am working. She was told to flip the Hotel TV set to some porn for a warm up act (no coming of course, not until he allows it), and be prepared to describe what she saw.

Mistress seemed more than happy to comply with these requests. And she is taking his "advice" on another matter.  I am told that I will be caged for the day.

So I guess it will be me trying to focus on my afternoon's work, while contemplating Mistress splayed across the hotel bed, responding to his verbal cues.  Could be a long day in that cage.

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