In Her Dreams

Mistress and slave have fallen into a bit of a groove here in the SW, which can make blogging a little challenging.  How many times do our readers want to here about more sex, more skiing, more sunshine, more beautiful sunsets. Lather. Rinse. Repeat.

I did break out Mistress's reserve hitachi yesterday morning to give Mistress a change-up from her slave's devoted tongue. So that's something.

But there was one thing kind of amusing to break the repetitive cycle.  Mistress mentioned it when she woke up Sunday morning:

"I dreamed I was having sex with Mike (our unproductive Western Correspondent), Slave.  And (our youngest daughter) caught us."

I laughed, but seeing some blogging material, asked for some more details --

"Where was this Mistress?"

"In my old bedroom, at my mother's house...."

Hmmm.  I am wondering if the Dowager Domme got a look at Mike's special occasion cock?  Or if Mike got a look at her kinky shoe collection?

"And what did (our daughter) say about all this?"

"I told her that you knew about it and thought it was OK.  And that Mike was the guy I used to text with a few years back.  She was always curious about that.  I told her that Mike was just a friend of me and her father's.... after that she seemed cool with it."

It's good to know our daughter, now off to Europe for yet another adventure,  is so understanding....

"So what sort of sex were you having with Mike?"

"I can't remember much about that ... just regular sex I guess."

Mike, if you're still paying attention, how was it for you?