Medical "Consult"?

After a long and trying day, both Mistress and Slave were longing for a bike ride to shake out the cobwebs. But just as rush hour approached here in River City, the thunderstorms moved in. We loitered about the house for a while in our riding attire, hoping for a break in the downpour, and when it eased a bit we took that as a sign to climb on our bikes and hit the road.

As it turned out our timing could not have been much worse -- halfway through the ride the downpour accelerated. By the time we were home, after dodging thunderbolts, we were soaked and chilled.

Slave poured Mistress a Tequila. I grabbed some medicinal Jameson, and we slid into the double sized tub here in the new/old UCTMW world HQ to warm up. After a good soak, Slave did his best to add to Mistress pleasure by use of my lips and tongue.

At about this time, Mistress mentioned she had been to her internist today for a check-up in advance of a minor surgical procedure she has scheduled for later in July. "I've seen him the last few times, Slave. He's very handsome."

"Does he flirt, Mistress?"

"Hmmm.... a little, Slave.  And then there's the surgeon..... he's pretty handsome too."

"Maybe you should invite them both to a joint consult, Mistress..... it can't hurt to get your medical team together to compare notes."