Dress Up

Mistress likes to press my buttons in different ways. She knows what  turns me on, and all those little turn on’s make me all the more devoted to her.  And she has found most of them after more than 20 years “together”.

Most nights she wears a little “costume” for me: some skimpy lingerie that I have bought for her for a birthday or other special occasion. Or something that we have picked out together.  Paging back through this blog, you will find bits and pieces of those costumes.

Now there is nothing like a naked Mistress to play with. It’s like having an “all access” pass.  But I do like unwrapping the package too, sliding off those lacy panties she likes, or shoving the crotch aside to make room for a tongue or finger.

Last night’s costume was particularly fetching, as the photos attached show. Mistress had bought some stockings prior to the big wedding in the Windy City, but time slipped away, and they stayed in their little package.

When I came upstairs after doing my assigned kitchen clean up duties, I found Mistress prepping for bed. She wore A lovely black silk top I had found her for Christmas, along with some smoky gray stockings. Yum.

This Slave has always been a “leg-man”.

My fixation on stockings, and particularly that fleshy space of white where the stockings end, is well known to Mistress. I am old enough to remember the fidgety 8^th grade girls in My Catholic elementary school, with hose pulled up to mid thigh, and the large brute of a Nun who had to loudly remind me more than once “eyes where they belong, Mr. Collins.”

“Yes, Sister”, I would stammer, blushing as the girls in class giggled and fidgeted all the more.

And I can remember my high school girlfriend sitting next to me in my Dad’s T-Bird, on our way home from the movies, spreading her thighs just enough to indulge me as my hands slid up over her knee to find that spot where silky nylon ended and warm flesh began.

Mistress learned early on in our relationship to tease and torment me with her lovely and muscular legs and various forms of coverings.

Last night as we slid under the sheets, I sidled up to Mistress and felt the caress of her stockings against my own legs. She tormented me a bit by sliding a knee between my legs so that my thickening cock was caressed by the soft fabric.

I decided to return the torment. We kissed for a long time, clinging to one another, as I used a single finger to very gently stroke her inner thighs and the folds between her legs. The scent of her arousal became all the more apparent with the heightened urgency of her kisses.

When she pressed her hips harder against my finger, I took that as a signal to slow down. No rush. Make her a little more desperate, I thought. Like she does to me.

I knew Abstinence Day was over the horizon, so I wanted to make this last.

But Mistress is crafty. After a few more minutes of gentle teasing she captured my hand between her thighs and pressed her juicy cunt against it, taking  herself over the edge with a moan and shudder.

“Do you want to fuck me now, Slave”, she asked in a voice filled with her  arousal.

“Yes, Mistress”, and I was more than ready. I slid her blue panties off her hips and down her legs and mounted her.  Mistress had instructed me to insert that little white probe, and as I pressed and pumped into her, my ass clenched against the probe, making my cock throb as it plunged away.

The soft texture of her stockings scratching against my balls as I exercised my privilege was all the more stimulating.

I made sure Mistress got a proper return on her investment in those stockings, sliding a finger between her legs to take her over the top one more time. Then it was Slave’s turn, and my cock exploded for her in a way that had Mistress, saying, “My, that was a good one Slave.”

She instructed me to wake her a little early today to pleasure her before we drive downtown together. I have the ring to my cage on already,  and know I will be required to fuck her until she is fully satisfied while stifling my own desire until tomorrow morning.  Duty calls….

Every Picture Tells a Story

A few months back we started illustrating this page. Pictures seemed to make the page more visually pleasing. Plus, Slave enjoys showing off his Mistress. Mistress must have a bit of an exhibitionist thing going on somewhere inside, and seems flattered by the occasional comments of approval - Like the recent email that describes her bottom as very “spank-able”, and the accompanying offer.

Mistress also enjoys the occasional photo that adds to Slave’s humiliation: like the shot of my rosy bottom with that long hotel shoe horn draped across it. Yes, it is humiliating. Yes, it is a bit of a turn-on for Slave to grovel that way in public.

Mistress requires that she approve each photo of her that is posted. In my view, she has a very hot body. But she is vain, as any good Domme is I suppose, and wants to make sure the photos present her in the most flattering light. No surprise there. Plus, she guards certain key “parts” from public display. The private stash is much more explicit.

With both of us owning phones with cameras, and also a lovely Canon digital camera at our disposal, it’s easy to suggest a stop in the action occasionally to take a shot or two to share with our reader(s).

Yesterday, Mistress stopped by the office for some worship after lunch. She had called earlier to tell me she was particularly horny for me. That advance notice had me anticipating my chance to discharge a bit of that sexual energy.

We kissed chastely in order to avoid mussing her deep red lipstick. Then Slave pulled the chair over to the door, draped a blanket across it, and helped Mistress hike up her the dress, exposing those lovely black tights. Just then the chime on Mistress’s phone went off. A text message? Who could it be? Her would be Dom? She crossed the room to see who was messaging. Leaning over to check the message and showing me that wonderful bottom wrapped in tights, sans panties. I had to get that photo. Here it is.

Having resolved the matter, Mistress was back in the chair, Slave between her legs. We had a pleasant conversation about her lunch and our plans for the evening as I used my lips and tongue to please her. But since I had my stainless steel cage securely locked on, I knew that my own pleasure would be deferred until evening. No matter. It’s good to serve. Though I was more than a little frustrated when the taste of Mistress lingered on face and hands for the rest of the day.

On the way home that evening I called Mistress to give her my ETA, as she requires. She told me she was in a bit of a grumpy mood and had decided to have her feet “done”. All those days on heeled black boots can take their toll. A little pampering was in store. (Yes, Desiree, I know a good Slave should have learned to perform that simple task by now. I need to find an on line “how to” guide).

When Mistress returned, her feet were in her opened toe sandals, with freshly polished toes in dark red. She was wearing very tight jeans that showed off her curves nicely, with a black T-shirt.

“Would you like me to worship, Mistress.”

“Well, yes, Slave, of course. But there is a problem. I can’t take off my jeans until they dry”, pointing to her toes.

The jeans were too tight for me to properly fit my mouth between her legs, even if pulled to below her knees. So I suggested that Mistress slide them down a bit and lay on the bed. I retrieved our Magic Wand and lay next to her. As we talked through the afternoon’s developments, I gently applied the wand to her, through the lovely blue panties she was wearing. At some point, in mid sentence, Mistress came with a sudden jerk and moan.

“That’s a very efficient machine, Slave.”

The photo I took as her breathing steadied is below:

Mistress was still a bit annoyed (not at Slave…it’s a long story), and I understood. I offered to be punished if it would help her vent a bit. (Heck, she needs no excuse and it’s good therapy for me). But she passed on the cropping, deciding to leave me in my cage a little longer.

So we fed the teens, trying to draw them out on college choices to no avail. Once the dishes were done we retired to our room. Mistress worked on a blog for her business, I helped edit, and read the Times. Only after her work was done did she offer to unlock me. And who was I to say no.

Lights off, we made love passionately for some time to our mutual satisfaction. At some point, as I was using my lips on her lovely wet folds I reached for our crystal cock. But Mistress demurred.

“You don’t always need a gimmick, Slave.”

It’s nice to know that sometimes Slave au natural works just fine.

The Very Merciful Mistress / HNT

When we hear from our friend M, as I did yesterday, about how his Mistress lays into him with a wooden paddle, I realize what a merciful Mistress Molly has been these last few months. In fact, she can be a bit of a pushover (don’t tell her I said so!).

While I get an occasional thwacking, it is not sustained or overly painful. In fact, the only real “discipline” I get is our weekly Abstinence Day, when Mistress gets the pleasure and I am supposed to put mine on hold for 24 hours. But as you will see from today’s tale, Mistress sometimes relents before my full 24 hours are over.

Yesterday morning began early. I woke and slid the steel ring around the base of my cock and balls while things were still loose and pliable for the sometimes ouchy smushing required for that task.

After I completed my homework assignment, I crept upstairs at around 7 am, to wake the teens and Mistress. Since it was my abstinence day, I knew that I would have to contain myself, but certainly wanted the chance to worship Mistress. I handed her the laptop, and as she read, I buried myself between her legs, munching and slurping away until she began to squirm, while chuckling a bit at the good and goofy parts. When she was done reading, and the laptop set aside, I went to work in earnest, and soon Mistress was coming in a series of little jerks and moans that I rode out with her, my lips struggling to say secured to that little spot they had latched onto for her pleasure.

When she was fully satisfied, she reached down for me and gently pulled my head up to kiss me, getting a taste of her own juices as a bonus.

She fondled my hardened cock for a few moments, as was her right, then pushed me off for my trip to the shower as she turned her attention to other matters on her computer. After showering, I presented my self to her, and she closed the lock on my cage.

Secured away, I headed off to work. Mistress had business of her own to attend to – a drive to our flat state capitol – but mid-day she sent me a lovely photo of her full and sensual breast, manicured fingers splayed across a nipple, as a bit of a tease. Wish I could share it with you, but Mistress considered it a bit too revealing . (Maybe I can coax her into something else).

As we talked through the day, Mistress asked how my cage felt….she’s impressed with its industrial solidity. And I told her it was tight. Every time she asks, I get that little twinge of arousal, from her reminder that she holds the key.

By the time I arrived home, I was conscious of the fact that it would be a long evening without the chance to fuck mistress to completion.

Mistress was very well dressed for the business meeting she had attended. The Black dress, colorful jacket, tights and boots must have turned a few heads on the streets and in the corridors of the Capitol. I wanted my worship time when I saw her, and she obliged, stripping away her outer garments, reclining on the bed, and letting me feed at her smooth thighs and damp fur.

Once pleased with my work, she offered to unlock my cage, which was her first act of mercy for the evening. My cock was more than content when given the chance to stretch out and breath after a long day on lock down.

“I think I want that cock later tonight, Slave”, Mistress said, reaching to fondle for a few brief seconds.

“But it’s Abstinence Day, Mistress.”

“Yes, of course. But you can still fuck me with it. You just can’t come. Isn’t that right, Slave?”

“Of course. I am ‘up’ for that”, I punned.

I would be more than happy to oblige. The pleasure of having my cock slide inside her, even without going over the edge, is more than worth the frustration.

Once the teens were fed and off to their land of full electronic media emersion, we retired to our bedroom. Mistress found what turned out to be a pretty lame movie to watch (oddly, involving a man conspiring to get his wife to cheat on him) and we settled in for the night.

Mistress’s proximity, and the knowledge that I would be required to fuck her sometime that evening, but would not be allowed to come, already had my cock and balls tingling, full and on edge. Anticipatory frustration.

As the movie became increasingly tedious (and it’s hard to make a tedious movie about sex and adultery), my hand wandered between Mistress’s legs, gently caressing her through the lacy panties she had slid into before bedtime. I could detect the slightest squirm from Mistress’s hips in response to my gentle caresses, which I took as a sign of encouragement.

Soon my head turned away from the screen and into Mistress right breast, taking a nipple between my teeth and lips for some gentle but persistent sucking. Mistress liked this. When I attempted to turn away to catch a scene from the movie that seemed more “interesting”, her arm captured my head and kept me pressed where she wanted it. Very Mistressy. Her commanding grip sent a jolt through my cock, bringing it to full attention.

In due course, the TV was turned off, and Mistress came with a sudden jerk and moan against the fingers that had been working away at her.

“I want that cock now, Slave”, she directed, her hands gripping what was hers. And I was more than ready.

I slid into her, using my skills and taxed will power to contain myself while working to please her. To throw a little fuel on the fire, I asked her to consider how she would feel if some would be Dom took his pleasure from her but denied her permission to come.

“I wouldn’t like it, Slave”, she mumbled through low moans as I worked at her with my very hard tool.

As my torment mounted, Mistress weakened.

‘What if I let you come, Slave? Would that me bad?”

“ Well I would certainly like that, Mistress,” I responded with understatement. Of course, I was desperate, though I knew a few more hours of denial would not kill me.

After a bit of back and forth in which I conveyed the extent of my desperation, Mistress relented. “OK, Slave. You will be allowed to come. But first I want to be on top.”

We reversed position, Mistress mounted me, letting her soaking cunt slide greedily down my full length. Then she took charge, pressing and pumping hard against me with increased urgency until she had one of those groaning explosions that left her limp and shuddering with little after shocks. Mistress seemed to get her own enjoyment from her decision to show mercy. She rolled off me then in her exhaustion, and murmurred “fuck me now, Slave.”

Happy to oblige, and knowing I had permission, I slid over and into her. I was in no hurry now, and worked my way to the top and backed down again a few times before finally asking for the right to release myself from my abstinence day vows. I came with what seemed like the sound of a bear rudely awoken from a January hibernation, my cocking spitting home made lava. Wow.

I am a very lucky Slave.

Celebrating Victory Over Global Warming

Mick and Molly struck back against the cold, gray of a heartland January yesterday. We decided to celebrate the world’s apparent victory over global warming by adding a few BTU’s of “green”, self-generated heat. And because both of us have to be up and out early as my Abstinence Day dawn’s, I am sharing a few of yesterday’s highlights in abbreviated fashion:

1)   My new routine to mount my stainless steel cage on workdays is to put the ring on when I get up, while my apparatus is loose and pliable and can be nudged through the steel ring with minimal discomfort. So when I came back to bed, my cock was in its ring, and Mistress was pleased with the results of her ministrations. “My cock is back”, she praised. Apparently she was a bit insecure over the weekend when my cold and meds conspired to give her something less than Mistress-worthy.  Of course, getting over the edge with a steel ring at the base of your scrotum takes a little more effort, but is very rewarding when the time comes. And Mistress seemed to enjoy that extra effort.

2)   As I prepared to leave for work, cage now locked on tight, Mistress was standing in our bedroom naked, hair wet from the shower. I pulled her to me and had her lay face down on the bed, feet on the floor. Nudging her legs apart with my foot, I slide my right hand  between her legs and massaged her with roving fingers. Soon Mistress’s hips were bucking against me, as a thumb slipped inside her tight little ass. My reward was her taste and scent on my fingers through the long work day.

3)   Mistress had a long boring work meeting to attend, and I was sitting at my own desk attending to the nags who regularly interact with me by phone and email. Then an email from Mistress popped up. “Be prepared”, it said. Attached was a photo of my red marked ass from an earlier punishment session. Oh my. Mistress was in a playful mood, and I am always happy to be her toy.

4)   Mistress had a dinner meeting planned, but assured me she would stop by my office for some worship before I went home to feed the surly teens. She waltzed in around 4:40 or so, dressed in a black dress, black tights and boots. No doubt some heads turned as she walked across the tundra from her office to mine. As I closed the door, we kissed. Then Mistress said, “more convenient for me to simply take off this dress”. So she did. (See my picture). There was Mistress, in her black tights, boots and blouse, ready for me to kneel and service her. Which I was happy to do. The wet spot on the chair when she was satisfied was most impressive.

5)   I headed home, still caged, and prepared some gnocchi for the teens. Conversation focused on the exodus from American Idol, which they are happy to gossip about, but far too cool to watch. When Mistress got home from her dinner she had some work to finish, so I was able to admire her as she typed away, stripped down to her black tights and bra, at a desk adjacent to the bed where I was reading. Finally, she offered to release me from my cage. Ah.

6)   The lights out, we began to make love, the good old fashioned way. But as we were getting into a particularly good rhythm, the phone rang. Mistress’ relative blathering on about a toast he wanted me to give at an upcoming family wedding. Now that is a mood killer if there ever was one. But Mistress was empathetic, and used the oral skills she has been practicing of late to quickly restore me to the proper rigidity.  Then she mounted me, taking her own reward for a job well done, by pressing hard and enthusiastically against me in a way that generated  one of those orgasms that had her collapsing against me, urging me to role over and finish the job.

If our lonely planet heated up just a notch yesterday, now you know why.

Snow Day in River City

The White Death struck River City yesterday in the form of 4 deep and nasty inches of fluffy snow. Surly teens got the day off. Slave’s consolation was that since so many folks were hiding under their beds, the morning and evening commute was a snap.

But before I hit the highway, I was hoping to end my abstinence day with my loving Mistress.  All were asleep when I mounted the stairs, including Mistress. She took that initial 2 hour delay seriously. So I took my morning shower first, hoping that by the time I was done she would be conscious enough to sympathize with my plight.

Luckily, she was merciful, and welcomed her by now clean Slave back to bed. I handed her the lap-top and she read my work while I munched away between her legs. When she finished reading, I finished her off. I lie the way she embarks on a series of mini-orgasms if I simply keep on sucking on her until she orders me to halt.

As I slid up next to her, we embraced and kissed. She was so warm and toasty to hold, that I was in no hurry by now to break my fast. My  hand slid between her legs, poking and probing a bit, until I could feel the tell tale response of her heightened arousal. Nothing like a damp and hungry cunt pumping against your open palm.  By now her hand had found my hardening cock, and we played the little game of “who can drive the other one crazier faster”. I won this round, as Mistress, slamming her hips against my palm and arm came again with a rush and gasp.

By now I was more than ready. Luckily,  she gave me the permission I required to gain access. And though I did my best to slow the process, I confess that I was on the verge almost immediately. “What’s wrong, Slave?” Mistress asked teasingly as I suddenly stopped mid-stroke. “Don’t want to come just yet.” I mumbled, trying to hold back. Mistress giggled a bit at my desperation, but soon gave me permission. The resulting explosion after about 30 hours of abstinence felt like a great weight had been lifted from this slave.

Soon it was off to work, cage securely locked by Mistress. But when I came home I had a misdemeanor to confess: somehow, presumably because of the cold weather, the cage had worked itself loose right before I headed home. (This was the older, plastic model. Still working on the proper fitting of the new one.) Mistress was not happy, but deferred punishment until the weekend. 

Despite this security breach, I was allowed to worship, and took my position on my knees. Mistress seemed to enjoy delaying her orgasm as I spread her legs, and deployed my tongue, fingers and mouth to please her. Then I was allowed to strip and join her in bed. Unlike our morning session there was no rush to conclusion on my part (though a sullen teen’s texted demands to be collected at a friend’s house interrupted us once or twice).  Sadly, our delightful time in bed made the teen cool her heels a bit. Don’t feel too sorry for her though: she could have walked the daunting ½ mile home.

Then there was snow to shovel, and dinner to make before we adjourned to our room to wade through the Times and watch some bad TV.

Before bedtime, I decided to put on the steel ring of my new cage, to avoid the earlier morning issues presented when it seems impossible to smush my balls and cock through that opening. So I spent the night in that contained by that little ring. I woke a few times rather hard, and ready for Mistress. No doubt the embrace of the ring tends to heighten my arousal and keep me harder longer. But I did not have the nerve to wake Mistress to explain the situation.  Hopefully she will enjoy the bounty of my deferred gratification in a few minutes when I go upstairs.

BTW, only a one hour delay this morning for the little boys and girls of River City.