Wake-Up Sex Interruptus II

We had another great day here in our Hideaway, spending a good bit of the time up on the mountain at this weekend's big "barn dance" music festival. Great scenery. great music. and great people watching. Slave particularly likes the combination of cowboy boots and short skirts that fall into the "cowgirl/slut" category.

And Mistress found herself fending off not a few cowboys who wanted to join her for a Margarita at a bar on the festival grounds when Slave stepped off to the Boy's room.

There was a 2nd stage venue set up at lunch time in an alpine setting we rarely get to when the ski slopes are shut down. Mistress was pleased to score a space to stretch out on one of those chaises she covets on a sunny ski day.  But since there was a moderately sized crowd about she could not absorb sun in the nude. She did get to work on tanning those lovely legs though.

But the primary theme of today's blog has to do with our morning sexual encounter, and we're asking for a little input.

We've both been using our mornings to do some work here, and with the two hour time deviation, when it is 8 am here, and we're inclined to set aside the laptops and get frisky, it's already 10 am back in our business worlds.

Slave had finished worshiping Mistress as she read the blog, delivering one starter cum, earning permission to fuck her. And I was well into that process, hopefully having rewarded Mistress with one more cum when her phone started up....

text chime....

"Just ignore it Slave."

Slave refocuses on the task ahead.

text chime # 2.

"I'm ignoring it.... you should too, Slave."

Slave begins to lose focus.... who could it be... one of our kids.... business.... an annoying sister....?

Text chime #3

"WTF"

The work-a-day cock begins to wilt, like a soggy overboiled carrot.

Then... last straw... Phone rings.

"Whoever they are they sure are persistent...."

By then Slave had wilted to a useless chunk of flesh, and a conversation ensued about whether or not Mistress should check her phone in case there was an emergency. Not surprisingly, Mistress was displeased with Slave's apparent annoyance, and now apparent inability to proceed without some external assistance.

Being the kind and generous Mistress that she is, she spoiled her Slave with some oral stimulation, that got things flowing once again..... the fucking resumed, and Slave was benevolently allowed to cum, after asking permission of course.

But afterwards, we talked about how things had gone down.... literally.

"Maybe I should have denied you permission Slave.... you were kind of an asshole."

Moi? An asshole?  Probably right.

I tried to explain that guy physics requires some focus that can be easily waylaid. At least at my semi-geriatric age.

So how Should Mistress have handled this incident....having been satisfied already, "punish" her Slave with a bit of denial for my loss of focus, and petulance?

Or sooth me back into action as she did, with her lush lips?