Mistress Stops By Her Slave's Office for "Important Business"

Mistress's new job has kept her extraordinarily busy these last two months. That, plus the fact that she is no longer a short walk away  has greatly  diminished her chances to stop by my office for suitable homage during the work day.

But yesterday, as I drive to work, I hatched a plot. Knowing that she was taking her burgeoning staff to a holiday lunch at a restaurant across the street from me, I figured this was a cahnce that should not go to waste.

I called Mistress from the car on my drive to work.

"Mistress, I forgot to mention.... there's this document we both need to sign and get notarized. Maybe you can do that at lunch time, too?"

Of course, there was a matter of how she would get back to the office. I offered to drive her when all the paperwork was done. And there really was a paper to sign.... sure it could be done the following week as well.... but, why pass on the opportunity?

Mistress accepted my offer, and after her lunch, at around 2 pm. I heard her chatting out in the hallway.

"Sorry, I'm a little late, Slave.... your partner B saw me, and well...."

Yes, B, with the rather bitchy and distant wife, who always needs some "Molly time" when she is in the office. Who can blame him. If there ever was a candidate for a mercy fuck, it might be him.

But I digress.

The paperwork could wait. I closed the door, pressed the chair up against the wall, and, after a swift embrace and kiss, settled Mistress into her throne.

Naturally, she had on those very practical peek-a-boo tights.

"I've got three pairs now, Slave.  They really are comfortable, and practical, though sometimes my 'parts' pop out a little too obscenely."

Not on my account.

In any event, it was not long before Slave was where he belongs - on his knees - plying those clean shaven folds with the attention they deserved.

(I made sure I had shaven in advance. The other morning I earned a discipline because my scriffy chin abraded her delicate skin 'down there').

Mistress came with a delightful, sensuous moan, making only a slight little clunk as her head went back against the door in her muted 'throes'. I doubt anyone was paying attention in the hallway.

And with those practical tights, there was no need to rearrange her undies (what undies?) or slide back on a boot. We could just move onto getting that document notarized.

Later, after work, we hooked up with the sullen "bored' teen at our gym for a brisk workout, before heading home.

It was the first night of Hanukkah, and we lit that first candle, Mistress doing her best to remember the Hebrew incantation. It was sad that our 2nd teen was not here for this familiar ritual, and to collect a goody of some sort, as is our family tradition. But no doubt she is enjoying her Holiday break in Europe.

And we had goodies to open too.

Donna, our Senior correspondent, and her daughter had been amazingly considerate, sending us a package that arrived a week ago, filled with Hanukkah gifts they selected. Mistress and her daughter were a little greedy and opened most of them (there were too marked "adult" which Mistress subtly set aside. And there were even a few items for me to give to my cute little grandsons.

That was amazingly considerate, and generous, Donna! Thanks to you and your daughter for taking the time!

We hope this season, when we deploy our varied traditions to bring  light to the longest nights of the year, brings comfort and joy to all of our friends and readers!