Mistress's Pump is Primed

Mistress and Slave woke up in a frisky mood yesterday, and at an unusually early time.  Are we still shifting back from Euro-time?  Hard to believe. Maybe we were both a little on edge about the start of the work week and the piled up plate we would face. Or was it the anticipation of Super Tuesday?  Kind of doubt that....

But at around 5 am, one or the other of us, sensing the other was awake, asked that same old question:

"Want to have sex...."

It's been a long time since either of us answered that question in the negative.

So it was still 6 am here, and Mistress had her first few cums of the day.

I dropped her off at her office for an early meeting, but we planned for me to drop by later for lunch. Her building has a nice little sandwich / salad shop, and Mistress made sure there was a private conference room for us to nosh in.  But there was a small apertif to take care of first.

This room has some smoky glass windows, at each side of the door, so presumably shadows of a cavorting randy couple might be visible from the public area outside. But you can slide a chair into a corner to minimize the risk that someone might stroll by and wonder why it looked like someone was kneeling inside.

Mistress had those lovely black peek-a-boo tights on under fetching and oh so powerful black boots. She settled back into her chair, spread her legs and Slave went to work.....

But.... wow..... it seemed that within no more than 30 seconds, Mistress was quaking and cuming against her Slave's devoted tongue.

I was a little stunned.... "Now that was a fast one Mistress.....had someone else primed the pump?"

She blushed a little, and mumbled a few explanations.....

"Well.... I knew that we probably didn't have much time for this Slave, so I guess I mentally prepared myself...."

That sounded a little bogus, but obviously being ready to go from 0 to 60 mph in 30 seconds does require a little mental preparation.

But as I probed a little deeper, it came out that one of her AM suitors had been trading some increasingly smutty text messages with her yesterday.... making Mistress squirm a bit at her desk, and probably building her level of anticipation to a level that made it quicker and easier for her Slave to administer the "coup de grace", not unlike the Matador in the Bull ring who counts on those guys with the pointy spears to soften up the angry bull.

My complements to yesterday's Picador!

It may take a village to keep Mistress fully satisfied, and I'm just lucky to be one of the Villagers.