Meanwhile.... Back at the Ranch

I suppose I left you hanging yesterday, Mistress’s legs spread at 13,000 feet, her Slave on his knees, dodging rocks as I devoted myself to the addictive taste of her fragrant juices.

Well, after we both had out fill came the long trek down…. Something that is harder on the legs than the long climb up. After 7 hours on our feet, we finally made it to our car, a tad soaked from the thunderstorm that popped up just after we finished sharing our lunch with some scavenging chipmunks.

When we woke Thursday morning, we had some pretty achy leg muscles. (Which of course did not prevent Slave from gingerly fucking Mistress after she read the blog….)

“I’m not so sure I like that photo of my thighs, Slave….”

“That’s what strong and powerful thighs look like after climbing a 13,000 foot peak, Mistress…. I suspect your fans will be pleased.”

With those sore legs, we decided to pass on our morning bike ride. But Mistress had some plans for me in the afternoon.

“After you go to the grocery, I’m fucking you in the ass Slave….”

That gave me something to contemplate as I picked up some provisions. And, sure enough, once lunch was over and I checked some work emails, I was told to report to our bed, and “get me my supplies, Slave…”

I had made sure to pack her strap-on, knowing that a failure to “be prepared” might cause me to forfeit a merit badge and earn some stripes on my ass.

Once she had secured the harness and inserted her trusty dildo, she slid into bed next to me for some “priming”, then instructed me to assume the preferred position, on my belly, ass conveniently available for her.

She found her mark without much help from me.

“How’s that, Slave”, she said with her first ginger thrust.

Yeah…. She found it alright.

“Ummmm…. Fine Mistress.”

With that reassurance, Mistress went to work. She built her self to a nice impaling frenzy, and within a minute or so came with a burst of energy and a moan of delight.

I was more than happy to accommodate her.

But she didn’t stop there, just slowing a bit to catch her breath, then building to another frenzied climax.

“It’s so nice to fuck you, Slave…. did you like that?”

This as she was withdrawing from me, stepping away from the bed, and leaving her harness and it’s tool for me to clean and restore later.

“Of course, Mistress…. And would you like me to insert my device now….”

(The aneros, that I also knew I was supposed to pack.)

“Absolutely, Slave…. then get back here in bed and fuck me….”

I shook my head to refocus a bit, then climbed out of bed, and proceeded to lube up the little tool and slide it in slowly but surely.

I do know how to follow orders.

orders.