Poor Mistress... she was rousted at 4 am out of some romantic (if you can call sharing quarters with your mother romantic) high altitudelux-o-rustic tent somewhere too close to Pakistan for my taste last night. Her guide reported that because of a likely shut-down of highways after a terrorist bombing of a sacred Buddhist site, they should bust ass back to the hotel they had been staying had and sequester themselves until a day of angry monk protests had subsided.
That explains why she surprised me with a call last evening, when I thought she was "off the grid". After she filled me in on the latest developments in this 21st Century odyssey of the white chicks through the near east, she came to the subject of most concern to her:
"Well Slave.... thanks for that cockshot"?
(Did I mention that she had required me to send a cock shot before I "took matters into my own hands" on Sunday.)
"You're welcome, Mistress.... though I felt a little weird about it... you know how hard its been for you to erase all those cock shots you got from the WC ... with photo stream they just keep reproducing themselves.... and what if the kids get a glimpse on your i-phone...."
Sounds like I'm whining right? But I am a little bit of a worry wart on the display of her work-a-day cock.
"Oh Slave... it was nice to see what I'm missing.... and it kind of got me hot."
Well that's a plus.
Then she started asking more questions:
"So what were you thinking about when you did it, Slave...."
Now that's an even more put your dude on the spot question than that tried and true standard:
"Tell me what you're thinking about..."
The one that makes most guys cringe. But when it's that general, its usually easy to come up with something. Say you were thinking about why your favorite sports team fucked up last night... or maybe the lyrics to a Bruce Sprinsteen song. But you can always ad lib with something like "how hot you look today, babe."
Am I right?
But when your Mistress / wife asks you: "what were you thinking about when you jerked off on my orders yesterday after emailing me a photo of your engorged cock with a mountain vista in the background".
Well that requires a little more .... dexterity. Truth be told I really couldn't remember....but I tired my best:
"I was thinking of some buff young Buddhist Monk.... saffron robes, bare feet, powerful thighs ... cornering you in a secluded chamber at one of those Temples you've been visiting and tossing aside his decades long vow of chastity just for a moment with you, Mistress. You were on your knees, unwarapping his loin cloth to see if he was "cut" or not when I reached the point of no return."
So, how did I do?
