Trumped Up Charges

Mistress  "threatened" to give her slave some strap-on action Saturday morning when the dust settled from our more conventional wake-up sex.

"I think you need a good ass-fucking this afternoon, slave...." was the way I recall her expressing her intentions.

"At your wish, Mistress."

 But first there was some time for me to spend with my cute grand-kids, and for both of us to soak up some rays at our local swim club.

By 4 pm we were home, and ready for a late afternoon siesta. But when we woke, Mistress was determined to "make good her threat" before we headed to a movie up the street.

"Get our my supplies, slave."

I knew what that meant, so slave went about the task of retrieving her harness, it's phallic accessory and the lube. I also pulled out the aneros, which she likes me to insert after she's "hard her way" with me.

Supplies assembled, I reported to her in the bedroom.

"But where's the riding crop, slave?"

Oops. I guess she wasn't going to do a "half-assed" job this afternoon.

"Did I do something wrong, Mistress?"

I thought I'd been a good slave this week.

"Just get it while I think up some trumped up charges....."

"Yes, Mistress."

Reporting back, crop in hand, and without being told, I assumed the position on our bed. Ass up, pillow under my hips.

"Slave, you've been good this week. But these are to remind you to behave while I'm away."

(Mistress is heading on a trip with the Dowager Domme and her sister on Thursday evening).

She lit into my bottom with about 8 solid but not punishing strokes. I've found that they are more tolerable if I vocally express the ouchy pain they induce. So our two cats got an earful as I moaned in response to each one.

"There now, slave. Hopefully you've learned your lesson in advance and will be on the straight and narrow while I'm gone!"

Pain was soon turned to pleasure for both of us as Mistress deployed her strap-on. Her aim was true and she was soon pumping into me until her powerful thrusts turned me to putty until she exhausted herself in what appeared to be her own impressive cum.

Once we both caught our breaths, slave was allowed to take my own pleasure a more conventional way, with the aneros providing a little extra incentive.

And not once did slave exclaim "but Mistress, I've been framed!"