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It was a very busy day here for a Saturday at the UCTMW SW Hideaway.

Of course, there was Slave's morning worship, followed by Mistress indulgently allowing me to fuck her.

Then a particularly bracing bike ride - covering lots of up hill and maybe 12 miles through our dramatic countryside. Taking the hill on our 2nd day was a bit of a stretch, but then that which does not kill you makes you stronger, right.  I took a photo of Mistress in her New Mexico biking jersey after the long climb - her body glowing as the sun reflected off the damp sheen then enveloped her ---- a photo that we will get to later.

Then there was a trip to our quaint farmer's market at the town square. It's harvest time here in the Rio Grande valley, and there were amazing tomatoes, chilis and other veggies to be had. Plus Mistress found some gluten free scones and bread.

It was as I walked back to my car that I spotted this bull whip, adorning a skull on the wall of a leather goods shop. It made me grateful that Mistress hasn't developed a fancy for whips, and had left my own hide unblemished in recent months.

But I spoke too soon.

We spent the rest of the afternoon back at our hideaway, Mistress sunning herself, Slave doing some work I had put off a bit too long, and then I broke to watch my alma mater start it's season on our tiny TV.

We had plans for the evening that started rather early. Those plans would likely cramp our typical late afternoon trysting, so Mistress made clear that she was expecting some attention from her Slave when halftime came around. Of course, with my team comfortably ahead at the half, Slave was  happy to provide my personal services. I kicked  off the 2nd half of our double header with my head buried between Mistress's powerful thighs, and tasting all those mingled flavors of the day's exertions, her musky arousal, and just a hint of the Coppertone I had been commanded to apply earlier in the day.

But when my "job" was done, after Mistress came a time or two in response to my ministrations, I was surprised by her next direction.

"You were a little surly earlier about our evening plans Slave....go get the riding crop."

Well, I promise I tried, rooting through our closet, my cock at semi-attention, apparently thinking I was going to get a quick chance to fuck before the 2nd half kick-off. Sadly, our closet was a bit of a mess, and my initial search was for naught.  Mistress was certainly disappointed, but nevertheless allowed me to climb on board and finish off the 2nd half of our doubleheader, with a warning that there would be a raincheck on the thrashing I so richly deserved.

(The good / bad news is that I was able to find the crop, after further searching later in the afternoon - just in time for switch day?)

Our 2nd double header involved music venues.

We joined some friends (the ones I was grousing about) for a house concert by one of those Texas singer songwriters. (Susan Gibson ). It was a rather staid event, on a local's patio, listening to un-amplified crooning as the sun set over the big mountain.

Then we were onto a more raucous venue where a local lady with a funky haircut - the same lady who is the postal clerk at our tiny rural post office - did her best to embody the 2nd coming of Aretha Franklin. Here's a link (Mina Tank) if you're interested.

Throughout both of these events, Mistress was not too surreptitiously using her I-phone to send text messages, and I had a feeling I knew her discrete correspondent for the evening.

Sure enough,  when we finally had a private moment, Mistress  confirmed that she was texting with  her suitor D.

"He was sexting me all night, Slave..... describing things he'd like to do to me...."

"Like what, Mistress?"

"He must have seen that photo of me you posted earlier on facebook.... he said he wanted to drag down my biking shorts and bury his head there, just like Mick does....."

"Of course he does, Mistress....."

"He also says he likes a little fur down there.... I told him I like the clean shaven look."

Well that could be an interesting conversation as it evolves...

I'd go on, but Mistress just paged her Slave.... I suppose we are going to have to discuss who will be the croper and who will be the cropee today.