It's training camp time here in River City for our local PussyCats. Hope springs eternal, and Slave has particular interest in our first draft choice, who hales from my alma mater. The new players' contract seems to have put an end to the macho two-a-day practice regime in the hot August sun. Instead, the practice is limited to three hours, with minimal contact, and lots of "classroom" work. Maybe my nickname for the team is even more appropriate. But here at the UCTMW World HQ we are on a streak of three two-sex-a-day encounters."You're kind of horny this weekend, Slave.... what's up?"
"Hmmm.... not sure, Mistress, I mumbled, after Mistress gave me permission to cum once again."
This was Sunday afternoon. There had been our typical frisky wake-up sex already that morning, with Slave treating Mistress to a little starter cum with her favorite power tool, before proceeding to the main event.
Then there was a bike ride, a lavish breakfast Mistress prepared, some time in the sun reading the NY Times, a trip by Slave to the grocery, and, back in the Executive Suite, by late afternoon.... well Slave was in the mood for a little more than worship.
Yesterday, Mistress worked from home, and Slave headed to the office after our wake-up sex rituals were complete.
I was home by 6 pm, but the good news was that one of the Co-Ed's had an appointment at the Apple Store (another replace my phone scam), which left a little time before Slave prepared dinner.
I slipped out of my work attire, as Mistress was finishing up a document. She had on one of those mid thigh, bare back tie-dye dresses she sports on a day at home, and looked particularly fetching.
"Anything on your calendar right now, Mistress?"
Soon we were back in beg.... Mistress had lost her tie-dye dress, and some fervent worship was rewarded with a little late afternoon indulgence.
"What's with you Slave? all this energy?"
"Maybe I'm just whipping myself into shape for the re-emptying of the nest, Mistress.... "
It's nice that it coincides with football season.
