Double Switch

An old wily baseball manager knows how to organize a "double switch" in the late innings to put some punch in the line up or shore up his defense. Well here on the last day of our southwestern holiday, Mistress and slave had their own Easter Sunday "double switch". Maybe it was because we knew that our time for such endeavors was in the late innings, in a way, with a very busy week ahead back at our respective offices.

Mistress threw a change-up at me this morning. After she  read the blog as I  worshiped her clean shaven folds with  suitable diligence, she had an order that took me by surprise.

"Go get me the riding crop Slave..... it's past  time you got your due."

"But it's Switch Day, Mistress!"

"You can do your switch after we go skiing..... "

I did not feel that it was appropriate to debate the point. You know, pull out the contract and find the paragraph that was applicable. Don't think that would have gone over well. So I was an obedient Slave, fetched the crop and, at her direction, assumed my position on our bed. Ass up.

She gave me a good lashing, reminding me of my impertinence the other evening when I suggested she immediately went off to masturbate after receiving  that facebook message from the local God of mountain climbing. But I have a feeling my sudden Easter morning punishment was more about my failure to deliver a suitable  basket for her, stocked with Peeps and Reese's peanut butter cups. I guess I was just too lazy to make the 10 mile trek into town to collect suitable tribute. 

My bad.

Fortunately, she was light with the crop - maybe only ten or twelve stinging lashes that had me crying out for mercy.  Quite frankly this slave is not quite as enthusiastic about pain as some of you out there, or this Penitente dude associated with our "neighbors" at the Morada down the nearby lane.

Now that guy can get some air!

After she had meted out her punishment, Mistress instructed me to "insert your device, Slave".... the aneros I had made sure to pack.  And then she proceeded to tease and taunt her cock with her fingers and lips until her Slave was begging for the privilege to fuck her. 

Of course, Mistress had her own plans.

"I think it's time for me to ride my cock for a while Slave...."

And so she did, to a few of her own rather impressive cums, before she deigned it was time to roll over and let her Slave have his own pleasure.  Fortunately, when I begged for permission, she was generous.

We had gotten up early here, and so there was time to loll around a bit out on our patio, read and eat a leisurely breakfast,  before heading up the mountain for the final runs of the season. 

It was a glorious day on the slopes, and the last day always brings out the crazies here - skiers in capes, tu-tus, or Darth Vader masks.  But we were just happy to enjoy the sun and the softening snow. We took a coffee break after about 6 runs, sitting on a sunny deck. Mistress spent some of the time talking to J, who was in a long car ride Sunday.  They were making plans to get together when we get back..... In fact. we'll be picking up Mistress's car at J's house tomorrow night on our way home from the airport. I wonder if I'll get a tour of his "love shack"?

By around 2 pm the snow was getting all the slushier, so we decided to call it a season. Mistress was anxious to enjoy a final afternoon of sun on our patio, and who was I to debate the point?

After we stowed away the ski gear for another year, I drove down to the local organic ice cream shop to make amends for the missing Easter basket, returning with a cup filled with  two scoops for Mistress: Holsteen Sunset and Cherry Ristra.  When I got back, she was chatting with  J on the phone, and Slave was happy to hear her praise my attentive delivery of her belated Easter confection.

Now I know I mentioned a double switch earlier in the blog. But it's getting a little late here, and we need to get up early for our trek to ABQ.  I will finish the tale tomorrow, probably from  the airport.   But here is a little tease for you: