My Indulgent Mistress

Molly and Mick returned from that strange land somewhere in North Asia, where Yak and Man live as one, just in time for what appears to be an unscheduled monsoon season here in River City.

To make things worse, poor Mistress had to drive with a colleague all the way to our state's north coast and back again - leaving at around 7 am and not returning until after 10 pm. The last 3 hours of her trip must have been particularly exhausting because the rain and lightening slowed traffic to a crawl. When she called at around 8, I suggested that they might want to stop and spend the night, but the two ladies soldiered on through the storm.

I had been able to fit a little worship in at around 6:45 that morning, just before Mistress slid into her black undies and tights, but there was no time for our typical wake up sex. Fortunately, because it was my birthday, Mistress elected to give me a pass on the cage. 

She is pretty indulgent, don't you think.

I had a full work day myself, and stayed at the office a little alter than normal. I was in no rush to get home to my empty house.

Now, I have to confess I was a little horny as the evening progressed. I distracted myself watching the political follies on MSNBC and the Penn State follies on CNN -- obviously our Nation did not discover its sanity in our 30 day's  on the Lam. But in an earlier life, it certainly would have been tempting to take matters into my own hand, if only as an alternative to watching Herman Cain stumble over all those things "twirling around" in his head, trying to remember if Col. Ghadaffi was a good guy or not.

But I'm so well trained these days that I didn't even think about violating Mistress's "no touch" rule.

When she finally got home, I could tell she was both stressed and exhausted. I encouraged her to dump the work cloths and slide into bed, without a thought that we would engage in any hanky panky until morning.

Now, of course, I did offer to worship. She demurred until she could relax a bit, checking up on what she had missed on facebook during the day.  But after about 20 minutes, she consented.

I slid down between her thighs, and used my lips and tongue on those flavorful clean shaven folds to provide what I hoped would be the type of cum that would allow her to discharge the stress of the workday, and the long drive in the rain, and relax into a good night's sleep.

But when I was done, she surprised me.  "Don't  you want to fuck me now , Slave?"

I was surprised. She seemed exhausted. And I suspect she might have had a sense of Birthday obligation about it. So I offered to wait until morning. But she insisted, even instructing me to insert my device --- the aneros.

"I want that particularly hard cock tonight, Slave...."

Who was I to disobey a direct order?