"He got us lunch, and then there was some rather intense and aggressive fucking, Slave...."
And all polished off in time for her to make her 2:30 pm afternoon meeting. It's nice to run your own business and not have a boss keeping track of your schedule.
"If only I could have had you locked away in your cage while I was off fucking him, Slave."
As it turns out I had picked yesterday to commute to work on my bike, so the girls could access my car. Mistress was very considerate in contemplating the consequences on her work-a-day cock if I had a smash up on my bike.
"It could be pretty ugly, Slave....."
"I don't want to think about it, Mistress."
As it turned out the bike ride was uneventful -- only taking about 10 more minutes than dealing with traffic in my car - and her work-a-day cock was not at risk.
Ironically, it turned out J's cock was the one in danger.
"I actually bit it Slave....."
"Oops. How did that happen, Mistress?"
"Well it was in my mouth and he said something funny, and when I laughed I must have involuntarily nipped him...."
"Poor J, but I hear they can do wonders with severed cocks if you get to the emergency room quickly. I hoped he packed it in ice...."
Mistress giggled.
"It wasn't that bad.... no blood.... just a nip, Slave....."
"Glad to hear that Mistress.... you'd be stuck with just one for a while otherwise."
As it turned out Slave was not in too much risk of straying yesterday, despite the absence of my cage. Downtown was filled with all sorts of "Pure Romance" ladies - the purveyors of sex toys at Tupperware style parties from all those little towns out in the heartland. They convene here each summer for their annual convention. They were all over town tonight, clogging sidewalks in their hot pink get ups. I missed their big party on the square at lunchtime though. Wish I had seen their giant walking Vagina mascot, but picked this picture up off of twitter.
It was much nicer to be back home, a bit sweaty after my uphill ride out of downtown, and accept the invitation to worship Mistress well used folds.
"Can you taste anything different, Slave...."
Of course she was referring to the remnants of her afternoon distraction with J. And, yes. I could.
