Tights Season!

Slave had an unscheduled abstinence day on Friday.  And I suspect I should have seen it coming. All that loud and raucous sex I heard coming from the UCTMW executive suite had taken its toll.

"I'm pretty sore after all that hard fucking, slave."

So while slave was allowed to "clean up" after Jay headed home on Friday morning, there was no opportunity for slave to get "sloppy seconds" either Friday morning or at the end of the work day.

"You'll just have to wait until tomorrow morning, slave....."


Maybe I should add some details about our Friday morning after Mistress's sleepover with Jay.  That can be a touchy thing as the three of us wake up and try to pretend that all of this is "normal".  After two rounds of fucking, Mistress came down to greet me with a kiss, and had me brew a latte for her slave, who was still in bed. She dutifully carried my concoction up to her lover.

Slave stayed downstairs, watching the news, in no rush for my morning shower, thereby giving Jay a little extra space to be the temporary "man of the house".  Another 45 minutes or so later, Slave was finishing his corn flakes as Jay and Mistress waltzed downstairs.  Mistress was still in her revealing nightie, but Jay was dressed and ready to go.  The two of us shared some small talk on the overnight political developments, and we viewed a short video on the hijinks at the Al Smith dinner in NYC.  Just two guys shooting the political shit, as you might around the proverbial office water cooler.  If Jay thinks it's odd that I step aside on such nights to allow him free range in the marital bed, he no longer lets on.

Of course, it was back to normal here by Saturday morning.  Mistress was recovered enough to give slave the green light again.  And the wait was certainly worth it.

After a leisurely Saturday morning in bed, our day picked up as slave entertained his cute grandsons for a few hours and Mistress caught up on some work. Then we dressed for a fancy dinner at a downtown restaurant to celebrate the birthday of Mistress's younger sister.  The Dowager Domme was there in all her black finery. But the big fashion statement of the night was the arrival of tights season here in River City.  It was very summer like earlier in the week, but a chill settled in yesterday, forcing Mistress to go to that drawer where she keeps her hose locked away during the warmer months.  As you can see, she had some ankle boots on to go with her black tights.  The fashion statement certainly got slave's motor running, and turned a few male heads when we finished our dinner and ditched the family crowd to stop by a local jazz club to end our evening.  And although we were both tired and a little full after dinner to enjoy some late night nookie, I am most certain that things will be looking up this morning when Mistress wakes from her slumber.