Switch Day In River City

It had been a while since Slave had exercised his full Sunday "switch" privileges. The nest has been semi-full these last few weeks of summer. And since Mistress has been light on the cage and the crop of late, why provoke her right?  Maybe Mistress's frolics with her lover J also made her Slave a little more submissive too? In any event, I'd been a slacker.

But with our other Co-Ed heading homeward for 10 days, I figured that I'd better go for it yesterday morning, or "hold my piece" for a few more Sundays.

I think Mistress was a little surprised when I pulled out the read cuffs and their little pad locks.  Once she was spreadeagled on the bed, with those long beach towel strips used to bind her ankles, I teased her with some tickling of those lovely feet. It was fun to watch her squirm, tugging at her bonds and squealing with frustrated delight when I failed to relent on her command. 

But soon I switched to a more erotic approach, deploying her favorite power tool on her clean shaven folds. She fought off the urge to cum as long as a good little slut could, but ultimately surrendered to the impulse, but politely asked her "master for a morning" for permission to cum.  Who was I to deny her?

And once she had that initial and explosive cum, I would have been crazy not to take advantage of the delightfully molten folds spread out before me.