Nude Nuns with Big Guns?

So Slave spent the day in his cage yesterday, but Mistress was indulgent: I was allowed to "self-release" (sort of like "self-deportation"?) when I got home to go for a bike ride.

I must say I needed to keep myself fully engaged in other activities not to be distracted by the thought of Mistress off with her lover, riding bikes and doing other naughty things last night.  My brain kept going back to the image of Mistress's ass in some sexy undies she had slid into yesterday morning, no doubt anticipating the impression that they would make on J.

I even asked her to stop and pose for a moment to allow me to "capture" them --- there's something about the veiled flesh of her smooth bottom that is rather --- distracting. At least for me.

So, denied the opportunity to taste those clean shaven folds last evening , I endeavored to keep my mind on other things, enjoying a Pizza and some trashy TV with our cute Co-Ed, who bought the explanation that her mother was out of town for the evening for a work engagement.

When she got bored with me and decided to go off to her girl cave, I cyber shuffled through net flix to find a movie that would be amusing but not, shall we say.... stimulating. So I focused on the "action adventure" category.

There was one title that caught my eye:  Nude Nuns with Big Guns.  Somehow I had missed that title when it was in the local cinema. Considering our recent ramblings here and over at All Mine about the odd carnal appeal of catholic school girls, it seemed like an interesting choice.... though I can't recall any Nuns that I ever fantasized about in my reckless youth. They were all too big and mean, even for a potential sub.

But I did wonder how I had ever missed what must have been a cult classic as I looked for references on google images.

Fortunately, my search led to a real sexual mood killer. I mean, who could fantasize about Sally Field as the Flying Nun, with or without an automatic weapon.

So rejecting the Nude Nuns, I settled on some English caper movie, which turned out to be a poor choice under the circumstances: it featured a young actress with long legs who felt a need to wear colored tights with short skirts throughout the flick: definitely a weak spot for Slave. It got me thinking about Mistress and her "special" black tights that provide easy access for office worship.

Gulp.

Fortunately, the NBA finals were an option, and that's where Slave settled, along with the morning's NY Times.  Boring, maybe, but hardly a turn on.

I did hear from Mistress at around 9:30 or so.

"We just got back from a long ride Slave.... had dinner at that place we went to on Friday...."

We talked about our plans for the morning.... when she'd give me a call.  Then we muttered mushy good nights. J was in the background, clearly making the sort of snarky comments that Slave makes when the tables are reversed,

So.... Slave worked through his "distractions" and definitely looks forward for some hot "reunion" sex tonight!