Seasons Greeting Switch Day

Our switch day routine has changed a bit now that the seasons have changed here  in River City. With it colder and rainy yesterday, Mistress opted for an early morning trip for a spinning class at our gym, which called for an alteration of our schedule: There was still time for some conventional wake up sex, but the switch day activities would be deferred until later.

We both went to the gym. As Mistress did her spinning, Slave did his own workout, while surfing the cable news channels available there -- really a perfect exercise routine for a political junkie like me. I mean if the goal is to raise your heart beat for a sustained period, why not have to listen to a Fox News segment on the War Against Christmas? (It made me feel like a citizen soldier in the war because I had the nerve to post a photo of some latkas on my face book page!)

When we got home, it seemed a proper time for a little mini-nap, before Slave headed over to a compadre's man cave to watch our local pussycats go through their own ritual humiliation at the hands of the evil team from up river.

It was the sort of game where the mercy rule should have been invoked, so I left for home a little early. Mistress seemed glad to see her Slave, and described her afternoon activities -- some work for the office, skyping with our overseas daughter, and that she spoke briefly to the WC.

Hmmmm.

I suggested another brief rest before we got to our Switch activities, and as we settled into bed, I asked the obvious question:

"So Mistress, did you and the WC have a little phone sex?"

She had that oh so innocent look on her face.

"Uhhh.... yes, we did, Slave...."

"I'm a little surprised you didn't mention this earlier.... or even text me to let me know what you were up to over here...."

"Well.... you seemed busy with your game, Slave...."

I think she was a little embarrassed,,,, of course there was no need to be.... but it did give me a little extra switch day leverage . didn't it?

After a little rest, I rose and stepped into the closet to retrieve some of my "supplies". She actually seemed a little surprised.

"I thought you'd be too tired after the game for Switch Day, Slave...."

"Not at all.... and I did make a promise to our readers earlier this week."

"Oh..... I don't remember that."

I fastened the red "holiday" cuffs to her slim wrists, locking them tight, then connecting them in front.

"Time to get up, Mistress....."

"But it's so warm in bed, Slave......"

I love it when she whines on switch day.

Because it just makes her "punishment" worse, doesn't it?

Soon she was up and going down the stairs, with my prompts courtey of the riding crop in my hand.

"This is like a perp walk, Slave", she said in that sulky voice of hers.

"Awww... poor mistress...."

I had already plugged in our Chirstmas tree, and even had some holiday music playing to set the tone.

She posed a bit, rearranging some decorations in those lovely wrist cuffs, wearing that soft black nightie with nothing underneath.

Don't you think that photo would make a lovely Christmas card?

Then I hustled Mistress over to a waiting solid wooden chair. Her hands were tied to the front with a bright holiday ribbon. Her ankles weer affixed to the legs, so she was bent over, just a bit.

Hiking up that nigtie , I had a great view and wonderful access to that firm and sensuous bottom.

I warmed it with a few firm spanks with my palm.

"So how many cums did you have with the WC today, Mistress?"

"Only two slave...."

"With your power tool?"

"Yes... Slave....."

Soon I switched to the riding crop. and each slap made Mistress start and squirm, pulling her wrists bound so tightly to the chair.  I do love to see her squirm.

"And what did he tell you about, as you played with yourself, Mistress?"

"Oh... it was about him and B and their weekend activity...."

I did not belabor the point with the riding crop. After all I had retrieved the power tool from the  hiding place where my greedy little slut had returned it after her afternoon hi jinks. It was sitting next to the chair, ready fro me to put to good use.

I thumbed it on, sliding it between her legs as she remained tied in place, unable to resist its churning business end.

Now she was squirming in a different way.....

But I hear her awake upstairs now.  And I have a little additional "business" ta take care of with her. So I will resume where we left off here tomorrow..... and also share with you the WC's account of how he acted on the plans described in yesterday's post.