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Wednesday, March 22, 2023

On the Trail With Molly, Mick and Scott

Despite Mistress's late night, we were up early the next morning in our Cabin, a little anxious about hitting the trail. It was still misting on the rim, with a thick shroud of clouds overhanging the Canyon and obstructing the iconic view.


But first things first.  

Wake Up Sex! 

A UCTMW ritual for time immemorial (or at least since about 1991). Our morning session was fueled by a running dialog that allowed Slave to "interrogate" Mistress about her smolderingly hot encounter with Scott  in his El Tovar Hotel suite. Al the while I used my tongue, hands and ultimately my "work-a-day" cock to bring Mistress to a couple of top-of-the-morning cums. Examples:

"Did he lick you Mistress?"

"No Slave, we were taking it slow".

"Did you slide out of those lacy black undies?"

"No Slave....it was more an intense make out session...but I do think his fingers worked their way underneath...."

"Is that how he made you come, Mistress?"

"Yes....and also me rubbing against his leg.... it all got pretty steamy.  Does that turn you on, Slave?"

"What do you think, Mistress?'

By this time, Mistress and slave were in their own sexual frenzy, and soon slave was asking for and granted permission to cum. Little did I know that this would be the last such opportunity until we emerged from the Canyon.  But let's not get ahead of ourselves!

After the sexual dust settled, we packed our suitcases, made some final checks of our packs, and grabbed an early breakfast at the Lodge dining room.  It wasn't long until 10 am, and our meet up with Scott at the nearby trailhead. 


There he was - full back pack on a bench behind him.  He had the look of a guy who had done this often, one of those 2 day beards on his well tanned face. (Who's that tanned in the early March?) Hiking pants, fleece, an open rain jacket to shed the drizzle that seemed finally to be dissipating . He gave me a friendly pat on the back, and Mistress one of those lingering hugs.  Soon we were working those shiny cleats onto our hiking boots, lofting our packs and hitting the trail.  Mistress seemed to enjoy Scott's attention as he applied his superior backcountry expertise to adjusting the straps on her heavy pack to level her load.

The first mile and a half of the trail was snow and ice clogged, making for slow and slippery going, even with the spikes helping our footing.  But as we descended into the Canyon toward our objective - the Havasupai Campground - temperatures rose, the rain abated and the trail turned to mud and clay.  We stopped for a rest at the "3 Mile House", a rustic stone building with dramatic views of the Canyon. 


Though the trail was busy, we found ourselves sitting alone in the shelter, sharing some trail mix and guzzling water to hydrate for the remaining 1.5 miles down to our destination.  It was our first opportunity for the "conversation".

"So Mick....." Scott leveled a gaze at me.  "Molly told me about your blog....and I spent some time with it late last night and over breakfast this AM. . . . did all that stuff really happen?"

Gulp.  I looked at Mistress. "Pretty much.  Some embellishment from time to time I suppose.  But its pretty truthy...it's been kind of fun and we've encountered some interesting folks because of the blog over the years."

"And the 'Contract'..... that's real?"

"Yep. the contract actually came before the blog."

He turned to Mistress.

"The cage.  You actually make him wear one?"

"I do....but not so much lately.  I guess I'm not much of a 'Mistress' these days."

"So no cage with you on this trip?"

"Nope", I responded. Why was this conversation making my cock surge in my hiking pants?

Back to Molly.  "I saw something in there about how you've been shopping for a more dominant lover? Ever find one who filled the bill?"

"Every now and then there's been a prospect, but it usually fizzles out for one reason or another.  A unicorn I suppose. And now, in our small New Mexico town....well pickings are thin, and everyone knows everyone.  Could be embarrassing."

Back to me.

"And it actually turns you on when your wife messes around ... fucks....another guy?"

"I suppose it sounds strange, but it's true.  She has a "hall pass" and it builds the sexual energy between us just to contemplate her using it....."

"Lucky girl...." 

Back to Molly.

"Did you tell him about what we did last night in my suite?"

"I did."

"Mmmmm..... and you had sex with him this morning while thinking and talking  about me?"

"We sure did......"

"I spent a little more time this morning checking out some of the links on your blog. and other sources. Sounds like I'm cast in the "Bull" role here?"

I nodded. I think by now both Mistress and I were squirming a bit.  Turned on simply by where this conversation was headed.

"Well then these next two nights on the trail could be pretty interesting, don't you think?"

TO BE CONTINUED.....