Mistress's New Office

First off, let me reassure our readers that Slave and Mistress broke their streak of one-a-days yesterday for a little more time together in the comfy confines of our executive suite.

With a more conventional 8:30 am departure time, there was more time for some leisurely wake-up sex, which is always appreciated here at the UCTMW World HQ.

At midday, Slave blew off a teleconference in my office to go visit Mistress in her new digs.  This is very contemporary office space, about a 5 minute drive across our center city area from my office.

Sleek. Modern. Open air. But the downside is that there is no apparent private space for the type of "pick me up" that she and I can enjoy back at my office, which is no longer just a short walk away.  But Slave is not easily deterred. And Mistress, in those black tights and boots was particularly alluring.

The plan was to pick up some lunch in a Deli situated in her building, then see if we could find a "private" spot to share lunch and maybe a little  apertif, consisting of Mistress's sultry juices, to go with it. 

"There is that big conference space above our main floor slave, I think there may be some private offices there...."

We grabbed our lunch - she had a "make your own" salad and I had a club sandwich - and headed up the stairwell.

Sure enough there was this big open space, and two offices along the wall with clouded glass walls providing a little privacy. 

Mistress opened the one office door and ----Ooops ---- there was one of her colleagues, using the space to conduct some type of private call.  Mistress was a little embarrassed, caught skulking about with her husband in tow for no apparent reason.  And since the other office was right next to the room where the phone was in use, it seemed a tad reckless to engage in activity there where moans of release might carry through thin walls.

Dang.

So we settled for lunch in a public area on the middle of that big room, with occasional random walk thrus by other employees keeping us "honest" and in no worship mode. (I was able to take that rather blurry photo of Mistress with those killer legs in black tights and over-the-knee boots stretched out over our lunch table).

Sad.  This is becoming a challenge, and I suspect Mistress and Slave shall ultimately overcome.  But the experience left Slave a little frustrated for the balance of the afternoon.

Fortunately, Mistress, who worked a little later than normal, elected to pass on the trip we planned to the gym after work. W arrived home at around 7:30. Though accused of "passive aggressive" behavior when I deferred to Mistress as to whether we should have sex immediately upon our arrival home, rest assured that Slave's horniness was dealt with properly.

"Why don't you insert your device, Slave (the aneros).... I'd like a particularly hard cock...."

It was an excellent idea, and as always, Mistress got what she requested.