Here at the UCTMW World HQ our switch day got somewhat hijacked Sunday.
Just as I was about to come upstairs and “do my worst” to Mistress she was heading down the stairs. Our sullen teen #2, off in Europe for the school year, was on Skype. Lucky for us, She had finally found the time to talk to her Mother about the processing of her many college applications, which needs to occur over the next month or so. And so Switch Day was suspended, since every now and then the obligations of parenting rear their head, even in this empty nest.
What ensued was a long, cute rambling conversation that lasted on and off through the morning and afternoon. Subjects ranged from where to apply, what her essays would cover, the new Amazon I-pad knock-off, and how her “girls” (the two gray cats left behind) were doing.
The technology that allows your daughter’s head to appear before you from Europe, and look all over our living room is pretty amazing. Grandma stopped by to say hello. We got a chance to talk to her temporary “mom” and “sister”, who passed through the scene. And she seemed a little disappointed not to be able to join me and her older sister as we headed off to watch the local NFL team stage an improbable last second victory.
“Could you bring a lap top to the game, set it on the seat, and let me watch too?”, she asked, probably only half in jest.
But don’t feel too sorry for Molly and old mick. There was a break in the trans-continental chatter when our daughter paused for one of those grand European Sunday lunches with her extended family. Of course, we had to fit in a bike ride too.
But there was also time for a brief respite in our bed. And at least to replicate switch endeavors, I reached under the bed for the trusty Hitachi Magic wand.
Mistress’s eyes lit up. Her power tool had been gathering a little dust of late.
She laid back, and I slid the churning device, set on low between those strong and smooth thighs, which she spread wide for me without even the benefit of a little rope.
Soon she was squirming, her hips rising off the bed to follow the wand when I eased it up just a bit.
She does wanton oh so well.
“Do I need to ask permission, Slave….”
That’s SOP here on switch day, but I sense that Francois is programming this notion even deeper with his on going “conditioning” of her. I will be interested to see if he can achieve the Holy Grail, and make Mistress cum on command.
“I think that’s the protocol, Mistress.”
And yes, soon the squirming reached a crescendo, and she begged.
“Please, may I come, Slave….”
I am pretty indulgent, so I did not withhold consent…. Just a beat….
“Yes, Mistress…. Go for it….”
And within seconds, she tipped over the top, moaning and thrusting against the tool like a horny little slut.
Nice show, Mistress.
After she came down, she turned her attention to my work-a-day cock, deploying the oral skills that she has been focusing on of late to turn me into the one who was begging.
Lucky for me, she was in a generous mood.
