In the morning, Slave got an unexpected bonus. Mistress had one of those annoying business "management retreats" starting at 8:30 am. The third over the last two months. (If she didn't have the contractual right to take other lovers, I'd be suspicious right?)
I had been instructed to wake her at 7 am, but not to expect the opportunity to fuck her because of the early curtain call.But at around 6:30 am, she called down to me as I was putting the blog to bed.
"I'm up Slave..... come upstairs NOW."
I surely wasn't going to argue with that command. And it paid the typical hot morning sex dividends for me, once I had worshiped her to a nice little wake-up cum. Lucky Slave!
But soon she was up and out, and I was working on a variety of tasks. Planting flowers, inserting window boxes, filling her car with gas, some grocery shopping and laundry too. I even visited my cranky mother and did some weed eating and gardening over at our City rental house. Definitely a "field slave" day for me.
This, btw, included a little bamboo "harvesting". More on that later.
We were both home by around 2:30 pm, and Mistress deferred her worship for a nice bike ride in the steamy humidity.
By the time we got home, and Slave showered, it was time for a late afternoon nap.
Both of us were pretty burned out by then and we didn't wake until just after 6 pm.
There is nothing like an afternoon siesta to recharge the batteries -- including the sexual ones.
Soon Mistress and Slave were locked in a long leisurely embrace that evolved into something more than leisurely fucking .... at some point Mistress instructed me to "go insert your device, Slave....", the aneros that always sends a jolt to her cock.
By the time I was given permission to cum, Mistress seemed to have had a couple of cums herself, and her Slave was moaning with desperation.
But at some point it was time to get out of bed. We'd been invited by some friends to an art opening at their store / apartment downtown. It's in an old 6 story building, built sometime in the 1890's I would surmise. They sell furniture and fixtures and their second floor is a warren of high ceiling rooms. As we wondered about, Slave was looking for a quiet corner room where one might engage in some quick but compelling worship. But, alas, the event was a little too crowded, and it felt a little "wrong" to simply close and barricade a door.
But we did get talking to the proprietress. She explained that all of the buying and design work was done by her husband. Apparently he has some great decorating instincts, and loves to shop.
The girls giggled a bit, as if these "talents" raised the spectre of sexual ambiguity.
And, as I stood there, Mistress made a few comparisons.
"Sometimes I wonder about Mick too. He's always been into Sondheim. And he's got a great touch when we decorate our house."
She raised her eyebrows with that little tease. Fortunately, I was not in my cock cage, or I probably would have gotten a little "jolt", as she took that "Mistressy" tone with me in public.
"If he wasn't such a big football fan, I'd probably wonder..... but then I guess I know better."
Our friend was clearly getting a chuckle out of this.
"I guess it's that metrosexual thing..."
"I suppose so", Mistress responded.
Cute.
She can be such a tease.
But maybe she should have read yesterday's blog a little more carefully.
Now it's time for me to trim one of the bamboo rods I harvested yesterday.
It is switch day, after all.
