The odd part is that its also the longest Slave and Mistress will have been apart since… well, since we began living together nearly 20 years ago.
Mistress has mixed feelings about that, I know. She looks forward to her journey, but also has some insecurities about what trouble her Slave might get into when left so long to his own devices.
(Not that she has anything to worry about, mind you. I can stay out of “trouble”, and will have work to do and teens to hover too close to while she is gone.)
SO there has been some ongoing chatter here these last few weeks about the protocols that will be followed while she is away. On the drive home yesterday we talked it over some more.
“Slave, I was telling M about what plans we’ve been making….”
“yes.. and what did you share, Mistress?”
“Well…. that you’ve ordered some plastic numbered locks for your cage.”
Yeah… the cage…. I’m supposed to wear it whenever I leave the house, and send her little email photos of me in it at work….. maybe with a newspaper showing the date, like when those Euro-radicals of the 70’s would kidnap some Italian right wing Mayor’s wife.
“I told him that you are supposed to masturbate no more than once a day, and then write about what you were thinking when you do it.”
“That’s pretty indulgent, Mistress.”
“I know, that’s what he said…. He seems to think you should be in the cage the whole time I‘m gone…. That I should take the key with me.”
“Nice…. I’ll remember that for his next annual review….”
“But I think that would be too cruel, Slave….”
“You are very kind, Mistress.”
“No coming for 12 days would drive me insane Mistress…. What’s the use of an insane Slave?”
“I told him I was going to type up a list of tasks for you to do while I’m gone….”
“You mean I’m supposed to do something other than masturbate?”
“Yes…. There will be tasks….but then he said he’s going to prepare a list of protocols for me to follow on the trip, Slave….”
“Oh goody…. The worm turns….I bet that will be interesting, Mistress.”
And it’s also true, that Mistress will be missing M over those 12 days…. After all they are in touch just about every day too. I guess I will need to me a little more empathetic to both of them during this separation.
If M lived near here maybe we could go bowling or something.
It was threatening to storm by the time we got home, so we skipped the bike ride we had planned, and Mistress got some relatively quick worship before it was time to sit down for dinner with the teens.
Mistress had more work to do for a while after dinner, but we also had some plans for bedtime.
During the day, Mistress had texted that she was going to shoot for the reverse cowgirl, to see if it lived up to all the hype we had heard from Donna and M these last few days.
By the time we went upstairs, Slave was a little tired, not too sure that all that potential exertion was in the cards. But Mistress was undaunted.
“Go put in your device Slave (my aneros), and get in bed!”
We cuddled, cajoled, fondled and provoked. Soon Slave had overcome his initial fatigue, and my work-a-day cock was more than ready to be mounted.
Mind you, no props were involved for this first go round. No boots. No cowboy hat. And, thankfully, no spurs.
Mistress had no problem climbing on board. And my cock was not stressed at this unusual angle.
Mistress was squirming and sliding back and forth, looking for the right angle of attack.
But…..
No magic.
I mean, the view of Mistress’s bottom was divine. And I could stroke her back and reach around to fondle those lovely breasts. And I was NOT distracted like the guy in the photo.
But….
There was no carnal pizzazz there for either of us.
Soon Mistress had reversed her self, switching to the full frontal cowgirl.
And the magic was back. Mistress was riding my cock to a full gallop, with a few fallen logs to vault along the way. And the cums came, and went , and came again for her. There must have been three in relatively quick succession, until she collapsed onto me, rolling off, then onto her back so that Slave could finish the job.
And when I finally did…. I was in no hurray…. Well, I had my own rather extraordinary explosion that left me gasping for breath on top of her.
Yikes.
Afterwards, as we came down to earth, we rehashed why the vaunted reverse cowboy had not been a big hit for us.
“The eye contact was missing Slave…. I like to see you.”
“Same here, Mistress….”
And the angle that Mistress uses to press herself against me when she rides facing forward may give her just the sort of special friction she needs for those mega-cums.
Ah well, to each his own. Maybe we’ll try it again sometime with the boots and hat and see if that makes a difference.
Oh…. One thing I forgot, Mistress solicits our readers’ input on any other precautions she should take or tasks she should assign her Slave while she is off to Europe….
But please, be kind! Mick is just an over-pampered house Slave.
