Last week it was the tennis babes who were in town.
Now the guys are here.
Mistress has snapped a few shots of guys who register on her “hunk” meter, and emailed them to me or to M for our amusement. A Spaniard named Lopez seemed to particularly catch her eye.
And last night, her Slave got to come a long to be charming and hold Mistress’s beverages.
Yes, I can do charming, like any good domesticated Slave may be required to do from time to time.
Mistress was particularly moved by the exotic accent of the Egyptian referee, who was a swarthy fellow, and rumbled in a peculiar Egyp-lish sound about whether a call had been challenged or there had been a “Leeaat”.
I promised to try to replicate later that evening in bed.
But during the doubles matches, things can get a little dull. We clicked onto our email account and say Weave’s charming comment about his admiration for Mistress’s ability to “Multitask”. That got me teasing Mistress, as we whispered at courtside, about our episode Sunday afternoon during which she demonstrated an uncanny ability to eat caramel corn and come at the same time. It was a fascinating engagement of two orifices, slightly different than the one ‘Nilla envisioned in her recent episode of “The Mountain.”
“Mistress, have you ever done that before…..eat and come at the same time?”
“Not that I recall, Slave.”
Hmmm. She was sounding like a well coached witness with something to hide.
I decided to ask M if this was something he had witnessed at home.
“I’m e mailing M to ask him if B can do that trick.”
She laughed but did not object. Later we got his response.
"Too funny! No she doesn't believe in eating in bed. unlike u two lunatics we don't have picnics in bed... wish we did but oh well... very impressive multi tasking though Molly! u should have been an executive.... keeping all those balls in the air would be a breeze compared to your level of concentration drive and purpose. too funny."
Yes, it was impressive.
But soon the tag team from Carmel, Indiana succumbed to an odd combination from Pakistan and India (we were concerned that there might be a nuclear confrontation of they lost), and Mistress and her Slave were heading home.
We surprised Surly teen #2 when we arrived home a tad earlier than she had planned. Ur basement was filled with some of her surly compadres, though if they were up to no good, it was hard for us to tell.
Upstairs, Mistress reminded me of the next morning’s agenda:
“I want you in your cage in the morning, Slave.”
“Of course, Mistress.”
I would not be repeating the mistake I made Monday. (Still awaiting that punishment.)
“But now, go put in your device….I want a hard cock to go with the Egyptian accent.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
