Christmas Eve with the Dowager Domme

We had a very laid back Christmas Eve here in River City. And though we missed the timeless rituals at the old Pueblo near our SW hideaway, we had the unusual luxury of a sunny balmy day here.

Slave spent some time at the office in the morning, shutting down for the year, then watched Bing Crosby's White Christmas for a while with my addled Mother.  The treat was coming home in time for a bike ride in shorts and a T-shirt before a gorgeous sunset.  It was 65 degrees. No white Christmas here!

Last night we enjoyed dinner at Mistress's Mother's house.  The Dowager Domme made an excellent meal, and though she only had on black pants and a top (as Mistress was attired I might add), you gotta love these kinky shoes!

Dinner was pleasant -- no annoying relatives were included - and we got home at a reasonable hour under a blazing full moon. It was bright enough that we longed for the view of the moon rising over the mountains behind our old adobe house. But soon enough. We head there in Sunday.

I made sure to service Mistress before we turned off the lights. I wonder if visions of sugar plums mingled with thoughts of my tongue betwixt her clean shaven folds, or maybe J or K's cocks, as she faded off listening for the sounds of Santa and his reindeer on our slate roof top.  Who knows what she might find under the tree?