NNT- Mistress's Drops By In Her Special Tights

Slave's sad 48 hours of abstinence came to a satisfying end here on Wednesday morning. Mistress was very indulgent. . .. The only thing that threw a wrinkle into the festivities was when a particularly soft passage of the concerto playing on our radio, to mask the sounds of our furtive couplings from the nosy Co-Ed on the other side of our bedroom wall, coincided with Slave reaching his own more robust crescendo.

As I was about to ask for permission to cum, it seemed like the music disappeared all together....

"what happened to the music, Mistress?" I whispered.

"Just go for it quietly Slave....."

Slave always follows orders.

Once the dust settled it was off to our busy workdays.  But the bonus was that Mistress had set up a drink downtown with a work colleague from her past (a guy, but it was not that type of 'date'). This allowed her to slink into my office at around 4 pm for some pre-cocktail 'refreshment' that only a skilled and devoted slave can provide.

She had on a cute black dress and leather jacket - one she had acquired during our trip to Paris - and some black tights and boots to match.

And a special treat for slave....

"I wore my special tights, slave....."

All she had to do was sit on her throne and spread those strong and muscular thighs to give her slave access to those tempting clean shaven folds.

The rest was up to me.