Switch Day Interruptus

Mistress and Slave were engaged in full switch day rituals here in our empty (if only for the weekend) nest. Her wrists were bound to the corners of the bed with those red leather cuffs. Her ankles were spread as well, using soft beach towel strips.

There was kanoodling, stroking, and even a little spanking as I "coerced" from her the naughty details of her Friday night sex marathon with a lover who shall not be named.

"Haven't we been through all this before, Slave?"

"What sort of interrogator settles for the first version of some sordid story, Mistress?"

Ultimately I deployed her favorite power tool - which apparently had been utilized in the wee hours here Saturday morning - to tease, frustrate, and ultimately provide he with the cum she seemed so desperate for that I had her begging.

Now it was time for Slave to "cash in", and I was working on a from the rear entry when her I-phone rang.

Damn.

Normally this rude interruption would be ignored, but with two daughters on the road - one at some crazy music festival, fatherly duty prevailed to make sure all were safe.

But....it was our Western Correspondent.... the WC.... who we'd not heard from in weeks due to some health problems. I wasn't inclined to blow him off, so I picked up, and even untied Mistress so she could talk to him.

"Slave's got me all tied up for switch day, Mike."

It seems he is home, not completely well, but hopefully on the mend. We hope he'll be back to full strength soon. The lubricant industry is counting on him to hit their ambitious annual sales targets for the year!

By now, my work-a-day cock was hardly of much use, so I rebound Mistress's wrists - this time in front - and compelled her to use her considerable oral skills to restore to its former glory. Soon I was back in action, this time plowing forward from above when.... you guessed it.... the phone rang again.

This time it was music fest girl.... was there some emergency that had her up before noon? We had to check.

"Can you buy me an I-phone charger today.... mine broke...."



Uhhh..... no.  No shopping expeditions planned for electronica this Sunday.



"Just stop at  a truck stop in the drive home.... they are fully stocked."




With this "emergency" handled, Slave as once again less than fully armed to resume the task at hand.




Luckily, Mistress was in no position to deny me the stimulative attention of her lush mouth one more time. And there were no more interruptions before I was .... finally..... granted permission to bring this oft interrupted mission to its fitting end.

At least I got the merit badge for persistence!