Free At Last

After dumping our daughter at the airport on Saturday, Mistress and Slave have indulged in some of the activities that only an "empty nest" allow.

First there was a lazy day hanging around Santa Fe, visiting a museum, wandering through that charming downtown and up Canyon Rd., at a leisurely pace, not at the forced march cadence that our "sweet" Co-Ed prefers, always striding 20 feet in front of her boring parents. Sometime the journey is more fun than the destination.

Back at our adobe hideaway on Sunday morning, we set our own schedule. Which included some unfiltered wake-up sex. Since it was our traditional "switch day", Slave dug out some soft towel strips, just long enough for binding Mistress to our bed.  Then Mistress's favorite power tool was deployed, and much cumming ensued.

Once the dust settled, Mistress gave her Slave the ultimate thumbs up.

"That was very good sex, Slave."

"Always happy to serve, Mistress."

After our ski day in bright sunshine, stripped of the overly filling and time killing lunch break our daughter always insists on, we were back at our hideaway by 3 pm or so, leaving time for Mistress to absord some high desert sunshine -- but without the cumbersome undies she was required to wear last week so as not to "shock" our daughter.

When I wandered out onto the patio with a snack, Mistress was already stretched out naked, languishing  in the sun.

"You're nakers, Mistress!"

"Have a problem with that, Slave....?"

Hardly.