Welcome Home Mistress

It's been dark, cold, wet and gloomy this week in River City. The only thing to do is huddle up and share bodily warmth until the misery of a drab winter passes, or at least until we can flee to our Southwestern Hideaway again.

And adding insult to injury, Mistress had to spend Tuesday night on the road, off in one of our state's dreary backwaters.

"You'll be in your cage all day, Slave."

Of course I would.

Now I know Suzanne over at All Mine will not sympathize, but when cold weather meets the hard steel of that confining cage.... well, OUCH. Those tender balls want to contract and hide as the temperature falls. But their path is blocked by that hard cold ring.

The result can get rather uncomfortable as the day goes on, and unfortunately Slave had several appointments out of the warm confines of my office.

OUCH.

So when I finally got home, late after a client meeting, I was thrilled that Mistress was in an indulgent and beneficent mood.

"You can take it off, Slave.... and I won't make you wear it tomorrow.

Ahhh...

""...But no touching, Slave...."

It was a fair price to pay.

Last night, Mistress and I both arrived home by 6 pm, giving us plenty of time for some hot re-union sex in the executive suite. And after a cold and lonely night the prior evening, it was heavenly to sidle up to her warm and sumptuous body through the night.

In a damp cold January in River City, one has to embrace life's simpler pleasures.