Tool Time

Last evening at home after a long work day, Mistress and Slave were huddled under our blanket in bed, catching up on emails, and contemplating when and whether to go downstairs to whip up a light dinner.

Remember me saying that it was warm here in River City on Tuesday?

Well the climate changed again, the hot flashes ended, and we are back in the deep freeze here again.

It was nice under those covers. Mistress was still in those black tights she wears to work, but had slipped a short midnight blue velvety nightie on to complement them.

Realizing that I had not performed my worshipful duty yet, I tried to make amends.

"Would you like me to worship, Mistress."

Rather than reprimand me for being a little slow on the trigger, she expressed reservations.

"That would be nice, but then I'd have to take off my tights, Slave.... and it's so cold!"

I pondered a second. It would be a little hard to get her off via tongue and lips through those tights.

But then I became a resourceful pampered house Slave.

"How 'bout I use the Hitachi, Mistress.  That would work through those tights."

It did not take her long to come around to my way of thinking. I just reached for the power tool parked under my side of the bed, thumbed it on low speed, and put it to work.

"ummmmm..... that's nice, Slave....."

Soon she was thrusting up against the chruning bulb parked between those tighted thighs, and Slave was enjoying all those little moaning sounds she produces.

The resulting  cum seemed a nice appetizer  for the dinner we had planned.

"That was nice... Slave...."

"Glad to be of service, Mistress."