As Slave was heading to work on Tuesday morning, Mistress was unwinding herself from an evening in her lover's bed, and heading home to refresh and get ready for her own work day. But she was able to stop by my office mid-afternoon for some enticing worship. Down on my knees, head buried between her thighs as she sat on the "throne" pressed against my office door, Slave could reflect on how much I had missed her in our lonely bed the night before.
At home by 6:30 pm we had a brief meeting with our realtor (we're getting ready to 'downsize'), but all Slave could think about was the chance for some reunion sex once we shooed our guest out the door.
Fortunately, the paper work did not take too long. And Mistress was still in her peek-a-boo tights, allowing for some quick and easy access....
After a round of oral devotions Mistress finally gave her horny Slave the "all access pass", which was quickly put to good use. But I was gentle.
"Are you sore, Mistress...."
"Yes, Slave .... though thigh muscles are pretty tight ...."
The convenient aperture in those tights made for a convenient entry point, and Slave gently but persistently used the tool that had been locked away for safe keeping the day before.
When the dust settled after Mistress gave me permission to cum, she seemed impressed.
"Wow, Slave.... you seemed pretty horny...."
"Well it had been nearly 56 hours, Mistress.... what would you expect?"
(But who's counting?)
The moral of this story is that while I surely miss Mistress when she is away for a date night in another man's bed, the reunion sex is always very, very hot.
Absence not only makes the heart grow fonder. It also makes the work-a-day cock harder.
oh my, almost 56 hours of abstinence! Shocking.
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WC here
ReplyDeleteBut was it really 56 hours......
What do you think Sue?
Mick,
ReplyDeleteFor a brief moment I thought you were locked for 56 hours. WTF was I thinking?
You sure you didn't cuff the carrot before bedtime after all that "pinching" you were feeling?
The doubts it was 56 hours too,
Suzanne
Oh yee of little faith.
ReplyDeleteThe holier than though,
Mick