She's No Lady, She's My Mistress

We broke from our normal laid back SW rhythms here yesterday - sex, bike ride, lazing about, food, more sex - by heading into "town" for an annual music festival. 

The photo is not the guest quarters for our sex bloggers conference, but part of the "set" for the festival - I wonder if the bands actually use these to change into their "costumes", or simply to get out of the sun, maybe to share a joint or beer.

There was the typical eclectic crowd to entertain us: young, old, lots of tattoos (some older ladies answering the parental question "what do you think you're going to look like with that tattoo when you're in your 60's?"), svelte and flabby, and every tie-dyed garment you can imagine.

Of course, the music was lively: a little blue grass, some Latin rock, and the eclectic Americana of Lyle Lovett, one of our favorites. Lyle has a local connection, having been married back in the late 1990's to a rather famous movie star who keep a home across the pasture from our little hideaway. During his set he told a few stories about his past times in this neck of the woods. And although I suspect many of us were waiting to hear some comment on that past marriage, and craning our necks to see if his famous Ex might be in the crowd, he was quite discrete and there were no Julia sightings on our part.  He did play some of his old tunes, including this one She's No Lady, She's My Wife  that stirred some interest, and made me wonder about a re-write that would fit the title of today's entry.


Music aside,  the people watching was the best part as the hot high desert sun beat down into the late afternoon.

One thing Mistress has strong opinions about is footwear.  She had some cute sandals on that nicely displayed her well manicured tootsies.

But she has limited patience for guys with sandals that display their gnarly toes.

"Ugh.... too many ugly feet here Slave...."

I think the large guy in cut-offs and a biker shirt who was sitting on a camper chair right in front of us, massaging his own rather worn feet must have been a little too much for her.

Fortunately, Slave knows how to avoid Mistress's displeasure, while still wearing something comfortable for a day in the sun, when something more formal could get tight and hot.

They may not be glamorous, but at least no one has to look at my less than perfectly maintained toe nails.

We have plans for a long bike ride today, but I promised Mistress she won't miss her switch day "privileges"... so maybe it's time to sign off and get down to some kinky business.