But on Saturday night we were out in our rebounding downtown, Mistress all dressed up in a sexy and elegant black dress, and slave in a dark suit. A male couple Mistress works with were celebrating their first wddinganniversary. They had been married in NYC about a year ago, only weeks before the Supreme Court decided our more backward state also had to allow same sex marriages. As a practical matter, this was the fancy wedding reception that had skipped a year ago.The festive event was held at one of those stuffy old gentlemen's clubs which in the last century was restricted to Ivy League grads and their lunch and dinner guests. On the wall was "the Big Guy" William Howard Taft, glowering down on the proceedings. One can imagine what his reaction might have been to two gentlemen celebrating their mutual vows in his old haunt. Then again, he would have been down for the all-you-can-eat beef tenderloin and potatoes.
At the risk of sounding politically incorrect, let me just say this: gay guys throw the best parties!
Betwixt the martini bar and the wine bar and the raw bar and the charcuterie bar, Mistress and slave were certainly well fed and a little tipsy by the time the party ended with a champagne toast to the loving couple.
But for Mistress the best part was the macaroon bar. It's an addiction for her that slave has trouble relating to. But vive le difference!
As the party concluded, we decided to skip the official "after party" and trolled down the moonlit avenue to a tasteful piano bar run by a fellow who always gushes over Mistress when she graces his door. And of course he did that again on Saturday night, giving Mistress a tight hug when we found him at the bar.
As you might imagine, we slept in a little later on Sunday morning, and our wake-up sex was slow and leisurely. Mistress seemed grateful that I pulled out her favorite power tool for a double cum before she indulged me with the favor of her clean shaven folds.
But a new work week has dawned. Mistress has one of those way too early meetings this morning, so there will be no wake up sex. And slave can't ride to work because I have a "dress up" work day today.
"No bike, slave....you know what that means.... in your cage...."
Oops.
"Yes, Mistress."
I wonder if Mistress has been paying attention to Diane's crack down over at "A Married Sissy"?
