Flashback Friday

I dropped Mistress off at our local aerodrome yesterday afternoon, and woke this morning to a text that Mistress had arrived safely at her European destination.  Photos of her and our youngest "domme in training" are already popping up on facebook as they graze across one of the vaunted capitols of Europe.

Meanwhile, slave is back here in River City contemplating my day.

Mistress laid out some basic rules:

1) cage if I go out, other than when I ride my bike. It's a nice day here today, and there is a powerful incentive to ride that bike. Should I bring my cage and put it on at work?  The rules are ambiguous on that.
2) the "no touch" rule is suspended until Sunday night. Indeed, Mistress has instructed me to "touch" daily on Friday, Saturday and Sunday. But photographic evidence is required.  That means the uncomfortable taking of the "dick pic" which is them texted to Mistress.  Sounds like the snap chat app will be dusted off this weekend.

But for those of you looking for some "touch fodder" of your own, here are a few from the vault.



I recall this photo on the left from a trip Mistress took several years ago when she traveled to Europe with her mother and sister. Was it Our Western Correspondent who was pulling the strings back then, and told her to afix this clothespin to her nipple prior to some finger fiddling?

And (below) here's another photo from the vault. This is when Mistress and I were commuting betwixt River City and Orlando, before the blog started.  Mistress tended to greet me on my arrival in something alluring. And while this get up is a change of pace from her traditional black, it certainly is tongue tempting, isn't it?