Twi-Night Double Header

Back when I was just a wee slave wannabe, River City's local baseball team often had winning records. They were Big and Machine like as they piled up victories, not like the pathetic teams of the last 20 years or so. Often, as a treat to fans (or maybe to make up for a rain cancellation) the team would play a "double header", with one ticket buying a frugal fan 18 innings or more of major league action.  Action would begin win the afternoon, and end sometime in the late evening.

Of course, those days are long gone. Owners aren't giving away a game that when they can charge their fans an inflated ticket price. And, frankly, with the games growing in length and tedium in recent years, who could actually sit through two games, back-to-back?

But here at the UCTMW HDH yesterday, Mistress and slave rolled back the clock and staged our own twi-night double header. First, there was our traditional wake up sex.  That was spiced a bit by an introductory phone call from the WC.  He texted me early yesterday morning, asking to talk to Mistress "before you have sex....." Hmmm, I thought to myself. Is the WC going to play one of those cards from yesteryear?  Back in the day when he and Mistress has regular phone sex appointments, he would sometimes impose an orgasm embargo on her, ordering her to refrain from any intervening cums so she would be primed and ready for him.  Fortunately, those embargoes never applied to slave!

But it turned out that the WC just wanted to confirm that if things turned torrid when he and B are visiting, she remained game. It was the proper and polite thing to do, and Mistress indicated that she remained "willing", despite the passage of time. Of course, we both also indicated that it was up to B, the person least familiar with this odd dynamic to make the call.  Maybe things will develop in  a kinky direction. Maybe we will just have some vanilla grown up fun over dinners and beverages, with some sight seeing tossed in.  Who knows?

After that call, Mistress and slave exercised their normal sexual yearnings, with some conventional but always hot sex, before heading out on our obligatory Saturday morning errands.  We stocked the larder at the Farmer's Market with all sorts of fresh goodies for the week ahead.

At home, there was a bike ride, and some work for both of us out on our patio before we adjourned to bed for a late afternoon nap.  But when we woke, Mistress was in a feisty mood.

"Fetch my supplies, slave....."

I took that to mean her strap on and its attachment, along with lube.  It had been a while, but slave was ready to take his medicine. I obediently assembled her equipment and placed them on the bed for her.

"What about the riding crop, slave?"

Oops.

I found that protruding from a cowboy boot in our closet, a little dusty but ready for her use.

At her direction, I assumed the desired position.

She laced into me, not too hard, but with sufficient authority to remind me of my place.

"This is because you have us scheduled to be in River City for too long this fall, slave......"

True. It won't be a while until we return. It's not anything to be pleased about, and I probably deserved to take the fall. Both of us are happier out here at our HDH, than amidst the sharper elbows and more demanding family members back in River City.

But my chastisement did not last long. Soon Mistress was mounting her slave, my ass reddened and awaiting her assault. She found her target and was soon reaching a crescendo that had her slave panting and Mistress cumming in a long dramatic moan of delight. Then she collapsed onto me, catching her breath after her successful assault on her slave.

When she recovered, she climbed off me, leaving her harness on the floor for her slave to clean and put away until the next time.  Back in bed, She rolled over onto her back.

"You may fuck me now, slave.... if you're up to it."

Rest assured, her slave was more than up to it. Did that count as extra innings?

It was a very dramatic conclusion to a prolonged day at our little high desert ball yard.