Mistress Goes Shopping

When your cute Co-Ed daughter comes home for a surprise weekend visit, you can't complain, right?

I mean it would be wrong to whine about the need to keep the bedroom door closed during moments of intimacy? To "tone it down". To work one's afternoon schedule around when she'll get home from that impromptu visit to Costco to stock up on unhealthy snack foods to feed the rest of her dorm.

Wouldn't it?

Mistress and Slave have gotten a little spoiled with our empty nest. But it's hard to tell an otherwise lovely daughter that she needs to make an advanced reservation to re-occupy her bedroom for a Friday and a Saturday night.

I guess we need to be grateful she did not make an unannounced appearance for the infamous "home cumming weekend".

Now that could have been really embarrassing.

And speaking about Mistress's roving eye and well honed sense of adventure, this weekend she was inspired by Riff Dog and his on again off-again blogging at Ashley and Me to open an exploratory account at "Ashley Madison". Oh, and to turn her "Collar-Me" account on too.  I mean Lent is approaching, and Mistress believes in"counter programming".

As she once said, "I don't understand this whole thing about 'giving stuff up for Lent',  Slave" -- not that she's a Catholic. "Life is too short for self-denial."

Who could argue with that?

So as I was sorting through my tax documents - wondering why I don't simply lay back and live off my "carried interest" like some Presidential candidates do - Mistress was sitting in the living room next to me, sorting through some of the strange responses she'd gotten to her rather provocative profile in the few hours that they had been up.

(We were in the living room rather than doing what would normally happen in our "Executive Suite" in deference to the cute Co-Ed, who apparently  thinks parents who hole up in their bedroom for an entire Saturday afternoon are a little odd.)

"here's one with a boat, Slave...."

"Maybe you could go down river and visit Aisha...."

"And one who says he has a private 'love nest'...."

"I guess that could be helpful when a cute co-ed shows up unannounced, and an orgy has been scheduled."

Mistress was a little confused by the "keys" some guys had sent to access their secret stash of hardly seductive photos and the ability to send and receive "cyber roses". Though I guess that could save a guy a few bucks on Valentine's Day.

Over at Collar Me, there was a guy on a Harley who expressed some interest in obtaining Slave's services.

Uhhh.... No.

And a persistent sub from a nearby suburb who apparently wants to be part of Mistress's stable of pampered Slaves.

"I guess he can't read that I'm looking for a part time Dom, one Slave is more than enough work."

Mistress does have exacting standards, as you would expect: Not too short; not too heavy; or too light for that matter.  Smoking is a problem. And grammar and spelling seem to be critical. It would be nice to demonstrate a little intellectual curiosity, as in having opened a book in the last year or so. And not to be too skittish in Mistress's sometimes intimidating presence. Tolerance is important, though being a Yellow Dog Democrat is hardly de riguer.

By the time Mistress had explored some options, sorting pretenders from contenders, both of us were a little horny.... and since the cute Co-ed seemed to be busy with the cats, we slid into our bedroom. First, a nap, then the plan was a little sundown sex before heading to a movie.

But alas, we were derailed. the nap lasted a little longer than expected, and the Co-ed had to deal with an unexpected medical issue that needed her doting parents' attention. So our late afternoon fun was aborted.

Ahhh, the burdens of parenting.


But don't feel too sorry for the Slave..... the movie did not last too long, and after we dropped off the folks who had joined us, there was still some life in Molly and Mick.

"Go put in your device, Slave....."

As I slid in the aneros that Mistress sometimes requires me to use, to assure a particularly hard cock, Mistress was back on Ashley Madison for a few minutes, showing me some of the latest arrivals in her in-box.

"Goodness, here's one all the way from Detroit, Slave...."


"Hmmm.... maybe it's Clint Eastwood."

In a few moments Mistress's lap-top was set aside, and Slave was using my lips and tongue to prime her pump.

"Go ahead, Slave. Make my day."