Mistress Has a Date Night

It's been more than a week since Mistress had a chance to spend some time with her lover J. So with our schedule finally clearing a bit, and the sullen ones off to their respective campuses, she announced she'd be spending the evening "out".

Slave was content to spend the evening home, enjoying a bike ride, and then some measured doses of the GOP convention, which I had to turn off a few times in order to control my surging blood pressure. Only small snippets can  work with me. Though I had to speculate about the "after party" conversation between Rand Paul and Condi Rice, when he explained his theory about how those pesky civil rights laws that allowed her to move beyond the segregation of her youth were actually an unconstitutional imposition on states' rights.

She did check in on their way back from dinner. "We're going back to J's house, Slave.... I'll be home in a few hours.... though I'm not sure I'm going to let J fuck me tonight."

Of course, this was intended as a tease for J, sitting next to her in the car. He and I then talked a bit about the evening's proceedings in Tampa, before they signed off, and Slave returned to Mike Huckabee, explaining his theory about why the President isn't a true Christian.

Mistress did come home, at around 10:30 pm or so. She and J both have early morning obligations.

I try not to pry about their activities, but she did share that there was some "fooling around".

"He likes to spend time between my legs, Slave.... must have been licking down there for 30 minutes or more."

It seems Mistress has J's training well in hand.

But she wasn't going to deny me my opportunity, settling back on the bed, her legs open, encouraging me to kneel for her.

"Do I taste different, Slave?"

"Hmmmm.... a little, Mistress."

Of course, she was a little too tired to allow her Slave the "full monty".  I'm making sure to wake her early this am, to make sure there is plenty of time.