Yesterday, Marc Divigny, aka, the Cuckolder, whined a bit about a blog that had strayed from eye candy and sex to handicapping the upcoming NFL season.
Thanks for the reminder, Marc. Sometimes we do get a little distracted. But apparently we aren't the only one. D, Mistress's prospective suitor, was texting me about the River City Pussycats game yesterday. Apparently he can't keep his mind in the gutter either.
So before we head to the airport for the long trip back to the tedium of work and River City, let me get back on theme here/
I can report a couple of things:
First, before we enjoyed our last day here in the sun, slave broke out Mistress's favorite power tool, sliding it between her thighs and enjoying the sights, sounds and sensations as she surged her clean shaven folds against it. I do enjoy frustrating her a bit, withdrawing its business end a bit just as she seems on the edge of release. But I am not all that disciplined about it. When she asked me permission to cum, I was happy to give her the green light. And, after her impressive explosion, Mistress returned the favor, allowing he to thrust inside and take my own pleasure.
Soon Mistress was out on our patio.
"It may be my last sunbathing until next spring, Slave."
"Hard to imagine, Mistress.... but I guess this means summer is now officially over."
I was happy to perform my sunscreen smearing duties. And can confirm that after a week here in the sunny SW, Mistress's tan lines are, at least for now, gone, gone, gone.
You can imagine why Slave might have been subliminally drawn to this carton of eggs the other day at our local organic grocery store. Mistress has been pretty lenient on her Slave's cage time of late, and we didn't even pack one for our trip out west.
As a general rule the cage seems to be limited to those days when Mistress has a "date" with a lover (or prospect) and the extra control gives her a bit of a thrill.
But yesterday, as we took the hike down into the Rio Grande canyon for some "beach time", Mistress disclosed that D, who has become a student of the blog, has raised the prospect of more cage time for Slave.
'I think he likes the idea of you in the cage, Slave....that maybe he wants to be in charge of that...."
"Hmmmm..... that's an interesting development, Mistress....."
"Not only that, but he was even talking about a chastity device for me too....."
Yikes.
"And how did you react to that, Mistress?"
"It's kind of hot, Slave.....don't you think?"
Who would I be to disagree when Mistress thinks something is hot?
Down on the river bank, where we found a couple of older gents lounging in the pools of warm spring water in the buff, we found a little patch of beach to spread out our towels. Mistress opted for some top less sunbathing, but kept her bottoms on, which seemed appropriate later when some families arrived, kids in tow. It was a holiday weekend, and not surprising that the springs were a popular destination for the tourists in the area.
As we soaked in the sun and read from our kindles it was hard for Slave not to go back to the subject of Mistress in chastity, with D in charge of the key.
"So what did you tell when he brought up the concept of a chastity device for you, Mistress?
"Hmmmm.... I said it would have to be something you couldn't see through form fitting clothes."
Always, practical, isn't she?
"And I wondered how Id shower in it, Slave, or shave the folds....."
"I guess that would be one way for him to get that fur grown back, wouldn't it, Mistress?"
Mistress just giggled. She's grown fond of the clean shaven look, and, of course, so have I. No hairs getting caught in my teeth is a definite perk for a guy who spends some much time in worship mode.
But as I glanced down at Mistress's delectable tush, in her tie-dye two piece suit bottoms, I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if Mistress was wearing some sort of chastity gear underneath, at D's direction.
That's when I rolled over onto my stomach. No need to put a show on for the kids.
Mistress and Slave are jetting out of River City this afternoon for some Labor Day R & R at our SW hideaway. And I am somewhat relieved to have a break from my corresponding secretary duties with her AM profile shut down for now. AM uses travel to create the impression that a hot chick like Molly is just about everywhere, filling her in box with requests to see her "private showcase", and entreaties to hook up on the way through town. Clearly the supply vs. demand ratio is way overmatched on AM. In the last few weeks Mistress has been offered flights to the west coast, and even a trip to Luxembourg with a guy she only met for dinner.
"I can't imagine flying to Europe with a person you've never even spent the night with Mistress. What if he has some really annoying grooming habits - like clipping his toe nails in bed?"
"Exactly, Slave..... way too soon for that sort of thing...."
We are looking forward to dinner with D, who seems to be at the top of Mistress's list for further investigation. He even messaged me on Facebook yesterday. I told him not to be too intimidated by Molly because "she puts her panties on one leg at a time...." But I can imagine the heady effect of a first encounter with Mistress. After all, it happened to me too, way back in the days of Mike Dukakis!
We are looking forward to our time away, in the last days of summer. Nights will likely be cool. We will get to draw down that large stock of pinon we put in last year this time for some roaring fires in the Keva fireplaces. But during the day, I suspect Slave will get more than an eyeful of Mistress soaking up the sun, just like this:
If you all beg Mistress politely, she might allow me to share some of those images!
You're probably getting tired of our tales of two-a-day sexploits, sunny days and beautiful sunsets. But who can get tired of pictures of Molly sunbathing?
It was a "tough" first day here at our SW Hideaway. First, some lovely wake-up sex in our bed, with the big sunrise view of our mountain. Of course, there was also some work via computer and phone to attend to, but not too much.
Then a trip up the mountain. Thin crowds. Better snow than out last visit here at the end of February. The ski season is petering out with some nice sunshine.
We took it easy, getting in some turns. Stopping for some designer hot chocolate, then bolting back to the hideaway around 1:30 pm for what Mistress saw as the highlight of her day - getting some sun on our patio after a long cold winter back in River City. While I made some lunch, Mistress was already doing a conference call with a client. I found her with I-phone in hand, laptop open, and completely nakers.
Luckily the client did not insist on a Skype chat! He would have definitely gotten better value for that impressive hourly rate.
And do you think I can work a product placement deal with Apple?
Mistress and Slave have been enjoying out week away. Though there has been time spent working "remotely" (does that mean disengaged, or away from the office, or both?), we've had plenty of time for sex, bike riding, sex, listening to local music, and more sex here at our Mountain hideaway. And the sun has allowed Mistress plenty of time for her favorite passtime: sunbathing naked while reading a book.
She's also tried to keep in touch with J, who no doubt is missing having her a little closer at hand. I tried to help the other day by surreptitiously texting him a photo of his "fuck buddy" as she lay naked out on our patio, the sun dappled mountains forming a scenic background.
"He says I must be a nudist, Slave...."
The photo above shows Mistress talking to J on her cell yesterday afternoon, right before we headed for a bike ride along a trail that borders the Rio Grande gorge.
We do love the folksy quirks of the local culture and habits out here, which are so different from the "stick up our asses" mindset of River City and its environs. The other night we were at a local music festival featuring various forms of "Americana" music - a swirl of folk, country, rock and swing that seems timeless and well suited for dusty trails, big sky and craggy mountains.
During a break a local "celebrity" known as "Mattress Mary" (I know, she sounds like a woman of ill repute from South Pacific, but she actually runs a bedding and mattress store; she also reviews films on the local radio station) took the stage to ask help finding her dog "Molly". She reminded us that this particular black Lab appears in her billboards and print ads. The dog was boarded at a nearby ranch when she went on a recent trip, and somehow wandered off. She assumes a good Samaritan may have taken in Molly, and wanted to spread to word that Molly's owner wants her back. Last night, when I took Mistress out for her favorite local cuisine - spelt crust pizza smeared with goat cheese - we saw this poster as part of Mattress Mary's campaign to reclaim Molly:
I'm just using my vast sex-blogging audience to spread the word: Help find Molly!
Let's hope he didn't encounter one of those bears lurking about.
First off, I apologize to our Senior Correspondent for my delay in getting the first installment of her adventures at La Domaine posted yesterday morning. Somehow the google reader app was a little slow in getting it out there too. If you missed that entry please go back and read it today!I’m anxious to hear about what happens next, and what type of performance review Donna gives the MIT’s (Mistresses in Training).
Of course, Molly had her own reaction to that concept.
“Hmmm, maybe I should sign up for that training course, Slave…. I probably could learn a few tricks to make you more obedient. You can get a little surly sometimes….”
No doubt, I do. She does a pretty good job with that riding crop, but I probably am a little pampered compared to some of those Slaves out there.
Sadly, our stay here is coming to an end.We start that long drive home on Thursday morning, and our reporting until Monday may be a little spotty. Hopefully Donna can give us the next installment of her “investigative report” in the meantime to keep you entertained.
The last two days had us hosting a couple from River City. They were very low maintenance house guests, very gracious, and left us time to ourselves for bike rides and some early morning hi-jinks. Yet we did miss our time to ourselves during their visit. So we are glad they shoved off for our mutual hometown yesterday afternoon, giving us the last day and a half here to ourselves.
“It was a little strange not to be able to walk around naked, Slave…. and what if I had to punish you. I suspect they would have heard.”
Yes, their presence definitely cramped Mistress’s style. And it would have been hard to explain away the slap of her crop on my ass, or my cries of pain.
But by yesterday afternoon, as they pulled down the drive, things got back to “normal”.Within minutes , Mistress was out on our deck, nude, reading her kindle.
As you can see, her tan lines have all but disappeared over the last ten days. And I couldn’t help but use my camera to share with you her lovely browned bod.
Of course, there are certain risks inherent in nude sun bathing. Like when the Federal Express driver rattles up our drive, and turns around at the end, where Mistress is potentially in plain sight to prying eyes.
Last week, she compounded the problem by popping up excitedly to see who it might be, flashing lots of boob.
“Mistress…. You may want to just stay low, where he can’t see you….”
By yesterday, she had learned that trick and simply stayed hunkered down in her chaise. So I suspect the driver was oblivious.
AS the sun dipped into the afternoon sky yesterday, and some clouds formed over our mountains, Mistress gave me some direction.
“Slave…. I’m taking a bath. I want you in bed and ready for me when I’m done.”
“Of course, Mistress…..”
When she emerged from her bath, I was directed to insert my “device”, the aneros.
“I want a particularly hard one from you this afternoon, Slave….”
As things turned out, that was not a problem. And afterwards, we took a nice nap before it was time to prepare dinner.
We lolled about, our privacy restored, reading, watching the news, and noticing the storm clouds gathering and thunder rumbled,even as the sun set to the West, lighting the sky with its pink glow.We moved to our front porch to watch the drama unfold, catching both the sunset oin front of us, and the dramatic rainbow above over the local tribe’s sacred mountain.
With no work emails to distract us, we settled in for a laid back Labor Day here in the high desert.
First, some wake up sex, after Mistress read the blog, and then enjoyed catching up with Aisha and her emerging adventure with Sir X.
Then I loaded our bikes on the car for a drive North about 30 minutes to an amazing park that sits along the ridge of the Rio Grande gorge, looking down to where it joins with the Red River. It’s a long challenging 16 mile ride there at about 8000 ft. altitude, that confirms the old dog has some spring in his step yet.
The chamisa was blooming a bright yellow thanks to some recent rainfall, and the smell of sage infused the air as we toured a roller coaster of ups and down along our chosen circuit. By the time we were done, my ass was substantially sorer than it was after Mistress applied the riding crop on Saturday.
Back at home, Mistress retired to her lounge chair, naked as always when we are solo here. I couldn’t help but snap a photo of her, and made sure I did not have to be reminded to worship.
AS the sun slipped lower in the sky, we adjourned to our chambers, for a nap, and a little more love making before heading out to a favorite local roadhouse for enchiladas and music.
For some reason it was an older crowd there last night.
“I think the average age here is 70, Slave.”
But they were a feisty lot, out two stepping and twirling on the dance floor as the local troubador strummed and crooned old country classics. Outside the sun was setting, and dancers filled the patio too, where a fire lit the darkening sky.
Muy romantico.
“The honeymoon continues, Slave….”
“It sure does, Mistress.”
We drank wine, lingered at our table. Danced close and cuddly, dodging the more florid moves around us.
Then we found ourselves at home, naked again, out on our patio, the moon lighting the mountains behind us, the milky way overhead.
I eased Mistress down onto her lounge chair again.
“What are you up to Slave?”
“A little desert, Mistress.”
Fortunately, the pillow that protected my knees earlier that afternoon was still sitting there, waiting for me.
