Mistress's Walk of Shame

Mistress indulged her slave with some stealthy but gratifying wake-up sex on Tuesday morning. It was particularly generous, since she knew there would be plenty of not so stealthy sex during her planned "nooner" with Jay.

I was at work when she called to say hello on her way to meet her lover. And it was not until around 2:30 pm that she came back onto the radar screen, calling me from her car.

"It was hot, slave.  I think Jay missed me!"

"I'm sure he did after 2 weeks, Mistress."

She told me she was headed to a meeting with a local theatre director - a woman she had worked with in the past. Then heading home. Slave had ridden his bike (excusing me from 'cage time') and it was around 6 pm when I wandered into our bedroom, where Mistress was reclined on our bed, checking her emails.

Soto voco (our daughters were in their rooms) she shared some news.

"You won't believe what I did, Slave...."

Hmmmm. 

"You mean in addition to some hot lunch time sex with your side-dish?"

"Well there was that.... but I mean afterwards.... when I got home after that meeting downtown, I realized I had put my dress on inside out."

Oops.

She had on a black dress. Right-side out by now. But I was imagining what she looked like with the labels and seams showing. And how dazed and confused after all that fucking she must have been to not notice the difference.

"Didn't that lady you met with notice, Mistress?"

"If she did, she was too embarrassed to mention, slave...."

"So does Jay get demerits for not noticing?"

"Hmmm.... I guess he was a little too unfocused too....."

After we shared a laugh over Mistress's untypical fashion faux pas, we settled onto our bed.  Slave had stripped out of my sweaty cycle ware, and showered. Mistress put down her laptop.

"I'll permit you to worship now, Slave...."

I was more than happy to taste the salty aftermath of her lunch time diversion, before whipping up dinner.