Mad (Wo)Man Across the Water

Mistress delivered as promised yesterday afternoon.  Once we both were home from various Saturday morning errands, the cage was unlocked and her cock was freed for the balance of the weekend. After a bike ride and a nap, though, there was an additional "penalty" to pay.

"If you can't find the riding crop, Slave, I will just have to use the shoe horn again."

But try as I might, the riding crop that used to be in our closet seems to have disappeared.  How does that even happen?  Did our cleaning staff make off with it? Or maybe one of the cute co-eds? Hopefully its not been put to use at some sorority party.

So there I was again, at the mercy of Mistress's long nasty shoe horn, absorbing a few more stinging smacks to my bony old white guy ass as a reminder of my indiscretion.  And afterwords, Mistress slid into her harness and directed me back into position for a nice Saturday afternoon ass fucking, as further reminder of my status.

It always amazes me how swiftly and intensely Mistress comes when taking me from behind. (Slave's not flexibly enough for the diaper position favored by Suzanne over at All Mine). Once she was satisfied, Slave was instructed to insert my Aneros, which assured Mistress of a particularly hard cock once she gave me permission to be the fucker as opposed to the fuckee.

The rest of the evening was spent with Slave enjoying the exploits of his alma mater logging another unexpected win.

But this morning there was a very early wake-up call. Mistress was determined to do the Big River swim downtown, about 1/2 mile over and back. The swim was cancelled in August do to unpleasant conditions (you don't even want to know!), and rescheduled for today.

But had the planners anticipated it would be 42 degrees at 7 am on the last Sunday in September?

No worries. The river temperature was a balmy 77 degrees we were told.

But as you can see, Mistress's nipples were feeling the chill as the sun rose on the banks of our big river this morning.

Fortunately, she and about 80 other hearty souls made it over and back through the fog slowly burning off under a bright sun. And the barge traffic was halted long enough to make their passage safe. Amazingly, no limbs were lost to the jaws of mutant cat fish.

Yes, she is still crazy after all these years.