But there were things to do in preparation for a gathering here Sunday as a prelude to our local Fourth of July Parade.
After some pleasing morning sex – fueled in part by Vanilla Mom’s clever fictionalized speculations about the adventures of Molly, Slave Mick and Master M (http://vanillamom.wordpress.com/2010/07/03/the-mountain-pt-3/), I had to trundle some bags of trash off to a local dumpster (trash collection is not one of the limited public services here in hideaway land).
I was only gone 15 minutes or so, but when I walked into the house I discovered Mistress in bed, a sheet wrapped over her lush and naked body, the perspiration barely dry from our recent romp, chatting with animated bliss to M.
The site of her on her belly, phone to her ear, ear to ear grin, and pelvis all squirmy against our sheets, was a tribute to how skillfully he has trained her to respond to his masterful voice.
Impressive.
“M is on the phone, Slave. I hope you don’t mind.”
Of course I didn’t.
“Slave’s already up and busy today”, she said into the phone with a little giggle.
She does like referring to me as her Slave. And M is really the only one she can do that to these days.
I explained that I would have some breakfast, then head off to the grocery store to collect some beverages and vittles for our 4th of July brunch. Then I left Mistress to her Master.
Could hear them talking about the days activities in the background as I downed some corn flakes and strawberries. But before I headed off , Mistress came out into the kitchen to kiss me goodbye, still naked, phone still in hand.
“Don’t be gone long, Slave.”
“I won’t ….and have fun, you lovebirds.”
I knew they were waiting for the “good stuff” until I was off. They are considerate that way.
“Did you hear that M? I think he’s being a little sarcastic.”
I kissed Mistress again.
“We may have to deal with that sarcasm when you get home, Slave.”
I kind of liked that idea.
I did our shopping and stopped briefly at a local farmer’s market for some freshly baked delights from a booth called “Z-Best Scones”. (You can’t make this stuff up). I figured Mistress might be a little hungry when I got back. And not just for my cock.
As I drove up the valley toward our home, my cell phone rang.
‘Slave….when will you be home?”
She seemed a little impatient.
“In about 5 minutes, Mistress.”
“Good….I have plans for you. “
“Oh really…what sort of plans, Mistress?”
I suspected that M had been coaching her. He does like to urge her to take a firmer hand with me.
“You’ll see….I want you to put away the groceries, and then come into the bedroom and strip.”
Why does that sort of talk make my cock twitch?
Naturally, I hit the gas and got home pronto. The provisions were stored away. And Mistress was waited for me in the bedroom, as naked as when I left her about 90 minutes earlier.
“How was your chat with M, Mistress?”
“Very nice, Slave.”
“How many times, Mistress?”
“Twice, Slave….”
I imagined all the moaning and writhing to the tune of M’s voice and the bizz of the Hitachi. Naughty Mistress.
All the while I was stripping off shorts and t-shirt. Then she indicated that I should lie across the bed, bottom up.
I noticed the riding crop leaning against the desk. Gulp.
“Slave….I need to call our friend Bunny to remind her to come over tomorrow…lay there quietly while I get her number.”
I heard Mistress walking about, retrieving our little local phone directory, then punching the numbers into our portable phone.
As she talked to Bunny, filling her in on our climb to the Peak and plans for the 4th, Mistress walked back into the bedroom.
I was just laying there face down, bottom exposed. Then I felt the tip of the crop, sliding across my ass. Mistress was talking to Bunny, and teasing me with the crop at the same time.
Anticipation.
The soft touch of the crop was giving me goose bumps, and making my cock twitch against the bedspread. Argh. “Get on with it Mistress”, is what I wanted to say. But I stifled my impertinence.
Mistress was in no hurry to finish her talk . She was enjoying the tease.
But finally she rang off, and turned her attention to me.
Ouch. The first blow was a stinging surprise.
“To what do I owe the honor of this punishment, Mistress?”
“Nothing particular Slave. I just think I need to remind you more frequently who is in charge around here.”
Ouch. A few more blows rained down on my ass. I was squirming. Bouncing on the bed. Biting the bedspread to keep from crying out.
But after no more than ten or so swipes of the crop, Mistress was done. She really is pretty gentle with me.
“Roll over, Slave,”
I did. She used the crop to tease, then torment my cock into a state suitable for her use. Clever multitasking with the tool, Mistress.
Then she mounted me. By then my cock was desperate for her. And her fingers reaching back to tease my balls had me almost in the verge within seconds. But, of course, Mistress’s pleasure would come first. And it did.
“I needed this cock when M was done with me Slave”, she said in her best mock scold voice. “What took you so long?”
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