Because she had to be out the door early, there was only time for some worship before we hit the shower. So the extra hard cock that would have been available to her as a result of that hard steel ring went to waste. After the shower, I slid the top over the ring, and let Mistress lock things down for the day.
Before she headed to her early meeting, she mentioned a bad dream she had.
"I hate this Slave.... I dreamed that I found you in bed here with that #@!*#! (insert expletive) and it was obvious you wanted me gone...."
"Well you know that's not true, Mistress.... not gonna happen...."
"I believe you Slave, but its obviously still something lurking back there in my mind...."
She was out the door soon thereafter, all foxy in a short dark brown knit dress, brown tights and suede boots.
Muy caliente.
I knew that heads would be turning through her day.
It was a busy day for both of us .... with a little angst thrown in when we heard from our overseas daughter about some horrific act of random violence in a town where she had been with friends only a few weeks ago. Fortunately, she seemed to take it with more perspective than her parents. One more sign that she is maturing through this year away from the nest.
Mistress and Slave met up again after work, at an old and regal business club here in River City for a reception for some newly elected public officials. It's always fun to share this type of an event with Mistress, who is well known and liked by all of our town's poobahs. Slave enjoys reflecting in her glory.
And it was nice to see some old friends, with one generation passing the proverbial torch to another. It's funny how quickly we move from the "Young activist' to "savvy insider" to "old curmudgeon" phase of our lives. Let's hope my next phase is not "annoying crank". As one of our friends said last night, a former Mayor, we're all just "trying to stay relevant".
We were among the last to leave, and Slave even briefly scouted out some of the quieter rooms at the club where I might engage in a little surreptitious worship ---- a high risk but certainly blog-able activity at this bastion of River City's establishment. But, alas, I could not find a sufficiently secure location for a "quickie".
And anyway, that blasted cage was still on. It had been pinchy and tight all day!
When we got home at around 8 pm, I immediately offered to worship.
"In a rush are we Slave? I bet you just want to get the cage off...."
She was teasing me.
But soon she had shed her cloths, stripped away the brown tights. She laid back on the beg, spread her legs, and let Slave take it from there. Knowing that whether the cage came off would depend on the quality of the services provided, I made sure I did my work with gusto.
Fortunately, Mistress seemed pleased, and I was released from the cage for the evening.
It was determined, however, that Slave's own satisfaction would have to wait until morning. I settled into bed next to her, my cock tingling a bit, semi-hard, satisfaction to be deferred.
Before we went to sleep, Mistress brought up the subject of her dream again.
"It was very annoying Slave....."
"If it helps, maybe you should get out the riding crop to purge those bad feelings."
"Well my bad dream isn't really your fault, is it Slave?"
"Maybe not.... but the roots are in my misbehavior...."
Was I really suggesting that she, literally, take it out on my hide?
In my view, better to let it out than allow it to fester, even if it was just a dream.
And maybe a few thwacks on my ass would distract me from that tingling cock.
Or maybe sub Mick is more into getting thwacked than he might think.
ReplyDeleteI was exchanging notes with a Domme the other day, and it came out that I had been a tad naughty, as had her sub. I suggested it might be that time of year when it is crystal clear to subs that we aren't going to be on Santa's "Nice" list so we might as well do our best to move up on the "Naughty" one. Coal can be resold for quite a profit!
On the nightmare issue, maybe you should go over what your Mistress is eating or drinking just before bedtime.
Hugs,
Donna
Now Mick, it all depends on who your being annoying to! If their the stuck in the party is right no matter the facts role then list me as annoying crank, and I;ll wear it proudly. Agree with Donna, check on that bedtime snack, not the kind of sweet dreams we want to have!
ReplyDeleteI'd rather take the thwacks than have The Man annoyed with me - whether for anything real or not. So I get what you feel on this Mick. Although it does sound like that old joke about "if they don't know why, we do".
ReplyDeleteSin
It seems that Molly is getting more and more Dominant as time goes by...
ReplyDeleteYou go girl
Mick,
ReplyDeleteDon't knock the "annoying cranks" in the crowd. It's a lot of fun to be one.
When one reaches the "crusty old fart" stage (more or less the equivalent of "annoying crank") in life, it's very satisfying to be able to say to people what you really think about them. They walk away thinking, "Jeez, he's getting kinda crusty... Oh well." and all you do is chuckle.
Something tells me your regular extracurricular activities may help you two from becoming too "cranky" ;)
ReplyDeleteMistress Aimee
Mick,
ReplyDeleteWe hare at all mine would like to think of you still at the "savvy insider" stage, at least for a while longer.
tammy tells me that her own "cage" feels quite comfortable some days (not that often) and "pinchy and tight" other days...her exact words. I guess it's a shared slave vernacular.
Suzanne