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Slave returned safely to Mistress’s bed last night. And made sure that my first order of business was kneeling before her and lavishing those clean shaven folds with some much needed attention.  I hope it was as satisfying for her as it was for me. Afterwards, we talked through the errors of my ways and our respective weekends. Finally, I was released from my cage for a little indulgence. But not before she whacked my ass particularly hard with that whippy riding crop that has gotten much more frequent use of late.

Ouch!  After a few days off,  the effect on my ass and psyche was profound, leaving me squirming and whining. Pathetic. I know. 

Fortunately, Mistress allowed me to bury my head betwixt her thighs again, and, after another orgasm for her, I was allowed to plunge that only just released cock into her heavenly folds. 

Now that was a relief!

I’m already looking forward to a follow up opportunity this morning, before the cage goes back on!

But before heading back to Mistress, I want to share this message from our Western Correspondent, who’s commentary and suggestions have been helpful to Mistress (and me) for getting through this rough patch for us:

I hope this note finds my friends well

I am a little worried that you two may be not thinking very clearly 

Listen if ever two nuts were made for each other it is you 2

Never forget how your relationship started.... 

As a friend.....

Mick don't ever be a dumb ass like that again

What the fuck were you thinking?

And Molly...........

Take a deep breath .......

If Mick wasn't a bit of a rascal you never would have married him

You know him well.....

SO.................................

I will be happy to supervise Mick's punishment!

Your friend

WC

Back to Basics

It's always sad to be away from Mistress for two nights. The bed is cold and lonely, and its never a good night's sleep without her by my side.  So after two nights and three days in our nation's capitol, it was nice to be back in our cosy bed (we only have a double, no need for a king or queen for us) on Friday night.

I made sure to dip my balding noggin betwixt her firm and athletic thighs for a good night worship. But saved my own pent up demands for morning.

Things went rather quickly for our Saturday morning wake up sex.  Heck, it had been a couple of days for slave!

Then I was off to take care of some errands, grocery shopping for a dinner with two friends, and an outing with my cute grandsons in the afternoon. When I returned, Mistress, who had lunched with her mother, the Dowager Domme, was settled back into bed for our traditional late afternoon nap.  I joined her in bed and we both nodded off for an hour or so.

Fortunately, the dinner guests were not scheduled to arrive until 7:30 pm. Which led to Mistress's question when we woke at around 5:30 pm.

"Slave.... are we having sex this afternoon?"

"I was hoping, Mistress....."

Our afternoon encounter was a more drawn out and leisurely affair. It featured a prelude of worship, an interregnum of vigorous cock riding, and a dramatic crescendo with Slave on top, taking his own pleasure after Mistress had 2, maybe three cums of her own.....

I'm not sure whether our guests could detect the glow of well earned content when we both greeted them at the door.