In these United States, there is a lot of talk about property rights. As an example, they can’t be "deprived" without “due process”, a slippery term if there ever was one. And all sorts of anger can get whipped up when the big bad government decides to take or limit the property rights of your ordinary citizen. When the “property” happens to be a gun, well, step back and watch the fur fly.
But here at UCTMW World HQ, we don’t have disputes about personal property, since we all know who rules the roost.
Last night, for example, at about 4 am, Mistress was aroused from her beauty sleep by one of the two “kittens” who co-habit our empty nest with us. We forgot to close the door, and this particular cat thinks its perfectly appropriate to wander around on our bed, using her “voice” to make sure we know she’s there (as if the footfalls on our legs and chests weren’t good enough to do that).
The ct was shown the door, which was then closed. Molly and Mick, rolled over, with the apparent intent of going back to sleep. But then, a few minutes later, I felt Mistress’s hand slide over my hip. Then her fingers, freshly manicured, were sliding along my somewhat scruffy balls in that tantalizing way.
Hmmmm. I thought we were nodding off.
“What’s up, Mistress?”
“I thought I would see how my cock is doing, Slave….”
“As you have every right to do…..”
Well you can imagine the impact of her fingers, particularly after they gently gripped my expanding cock, and began to gently stroke it, riding it up and down until it had grown to its full “work-a-day wonder” dimensions.
Something had to give, and I am too polite a slave to demand the privilege of fucking first.
“Would you like me to worship, Mistress.?”
“That sounds like a good idea, Slave.”
So there I was, at around 4:15 am or so, sliding between her firm yet smooth and soft thighs, exploring those clean shaven folds with my tongue and lips.
Son Mistress’s breathing picked up the rhythm I associate with her heightened arousal, her thighs spreading a bit wider for me, her succulent juices coating my mouth.
Yum.
And once she seemed satisfied with my efforts, she readily granted my request to fuck her.
While Mistress may be the type of property owner who feels free to exercise her rights at any hour of the day or night, she also makes sure it is well maintained.
Moving on a bit….. thanks for your comments yesterday, and particularly to Francois for sharing a bit of his reaction to our impromtu dinner. Yesterday, Mistress did exchange a few text messages with Babette, who we look forward to meeting a few weeks hence.
This could become a very spicy stew…. Or would that be a cassoulet?
