Another Prospect for Mistress's Cougar Week Collection

AS we head into Cougar Week, Mistress is feeling a little stressed.

There's David, her would be Dom, who woke her with a text Sunday morning that started "god morning, my little concubine".  That led to a giggle, and was a nice little prelude to our morning sexual engagement, that began with Mistress on her tummy, the Hitachi thrust between her legs from behind.  After a thrashing cum with an assist from modern technology, Slave fucked her from behind for a while before flipping her over for a suitable denouement (with her permission, of course).

Of course, she got a good morning greeting from Matt too. He's the earnest suitor, who's been sharing cute photos of his kids, and will be sharing sushi with her this evening.

The weather has gotten cold and damp here this weekend, so we headed off to our gym for some exercise, then came home to watch the end of the movie we started Saturday night. But when the movie was over, Mistress noted another message from David.

"He wants me to call Slave..... I think he wants to engage me in some more phone sex...."

So Slave dug into the New York Times, while Mistress took that seductive body up to the Executive Suite. She came up for air about an hour later, "refreshed", and suggested I join her upstairs as she dressed for a walk with one of her female friends.

But before she dressed, she took this photo  to share with David, via text. I like those perky nipples!


"So how did that go, Mistress?"

"Nice, Slave.... he seems to want me."

"No doubt .... And were there any rituals he's indulging in with you?"

"I'm to call him Master, Slave. and he calls me his little sex slave."

"Well, he's definitely picked up on that little kink."

She also announced there is a change of plans for her Tuesday date with David. Instead of meeting him at a local restaurant, she's invited him over to our house for dinner.

"I told him you're a great cook, Slave. He's anxious to meet you. Sounds like we have a lot in common, including politics. Of course, he knows about our 'arrangement'....is that OK?"

Who am I to object?  Sounds like Tuesday will be an interesting evening at the UCTMW World HQ. I'd better plan my menu.

And now there is a third candidate.

He popped up in Mistress's Ashley Madison in-box late last week, and a combination of his profile and hunky photos piqued Mistress's interest. He's also 42, like Matt. An Engineer for a large local company. Divorced, but with a girl friend in a different time zone.

"Am I crazy to interview another one, Slave?"

"Well who knows.... the first two could be busts.... nothing hurts to conduct proper due diligence ... cast the nest as wide as possible."

Yesterday afternoon we headed up to have dinner with our cute Co-Ed, taking Mistress's mother along with us. And while David, who lives in the same small town, lobbied Mistress to drop by at his house on this little trip, she demurred, figuring it might be a little hard to explain that little detour to her Mother.

Imagine it: "Mom.... I need to stop at this guy's house for about 30 minutes to test for 'chemistry'. Do you mind waiting with Mick in the car?"

But she was fielding a barage of texts (0r in David's case, 'sexts') from her three 'cougar bait' suitors as we drove up and back to the charming college town, with Mom in the back seat.

Once we had dropped her mother off, Mistress announced that Cougar Bait # 3 wanted to talk. But so did Matt. Priorities?

She elected to talk to the guy she had not yet talked with - Kevin. I watched a bit of the Broncos game on TV, as she adjourned to our living room, chatting with him in the dark for at least an hour.  She joined me back upstairs at around 10 pm.

"So what's the verdict, Mistress...."

"Definitely a contender, Slave .... I told him we could meet for a drink after work on Thursday."

After some end of the day worship, Mistress and I turned off the lights and settled into bed. She will need her rest for the week ahead.