Road Trip With Mistress

Road Trip With Mistress

Dear Mistress,

Kind of crazy to plan a getaway within our short getaway. But the chance for some early season skiing was too hard to resist, and it was fun to take our more enhanced role as mistress / slave on the road for 36 hours or so. I know you want me to chronicle the highlights of our adventures for this journal I am keeping for you, and sharing with some curious readers out there in cyber-land.

After our bike ride we passed on sex to build a little tension for the trip, and because I had told you of some special plans on the drive to our destination.

As we drove up through a remote mountain pass on a barely trafficked road the snow thickened. I was looking for an area where there were some picnic tables and finally found one. We had to wade through some knee deep snow to make it to the little shelter and its table. I brought along that Mexican blanket to make sure your soft skin would not be marred by the rough, wooden table.

You still seem pre-occupied at times with your fantasies about E, and the triggers he buried in you about submission and spanking. Of course, my stories about him during sex probably have helped burrow those triggers more deeply. So this little exercise in a mountain snow field was designed to set off and exploit a few of those triggers. (Of course, no slave should do this without the permission of his Mistress).

I unbuckled your belt, opened your jeans and pulled your pants and silky black panties to your ankles. I then positioned you over the table, bottom exposed to the late afternoon sun, and asked you to imagine that it was E driving with you somewhere; that he had pulled over when you had said something he considered to be impertinent. He had pulled you over to this table and told you to remain perfectly still as he dealt with you. I administered some hard spanks to your bottom (not nearly as many as E would have, no doubt), and some intermittent fondles of your lovely cunt, which must have been flashing from the cold wind and the heat of the moment.

At some point I loosened my own jeans, and pulled out my hardening cock, which I used to further tease you, planting it between your legs and rubbing it against your lips and clit. I really did not have permission to enter you then, but I did ask you to imagine E’s cock there, and having to beg for each inch of it as he proceeded to slowly and frustratingly slide it in and out of you. You indicated by words and actions that you would like that very much. It was at this point that you came with a shudder and moan against the table.

I told you to stay still there, the sun beating down on your red ass, as I waded back through to snow to retrieve my camera. We are still considering whether to share the lovely photos taken with E or post them on this blog. No one could see your face, but you do look very enticing, if very un-Mistressy. Of course, I would never use the photos without your consent. But what if someone ordered you to send them? What would you say then?

Of course, I was left frustrated as we buckled up and resumed our trip. We arrived as the sun was starting to hide behind the mountains at a rustic motel along the highway to the ski area. Nothing fancy. No cell or wi-fi service. As it turns out that was a blessing. We had no technology to interfere with your activities. We made love before dinner. Nothing kinky that I can recall, though the memory of our little road side adventure was certainly on my mind as you allowed me to relieve my frustration.

We had dinner at a spooky old steak place next door, with a bar that Butch Cassidy had stood at in his day. When we got back we were both a little loopy. After I worshipped your cunt a bit, I got talking about a blog posted by a submissive woman I had read earlier that day about her Master taking her for some nipple and genital piercings.

More than just BDSM #7A7FFD. It’s a well written and very sexy description of her experience.

I then spun a tale for you about whether some Dom, if not E , then a mysterious new force in your life, tells you to come with him to a piercing studio.. You are compelled by those inner triggers to obey him, to strip for the piercer who studies your body with calculated indifference, and then to submit to genital piercings. You are sedated and a bit out of it, but wake to discover a strong but delicate silver chain that covers the opening of your cunt. The chain is released only with a key that the one you must call “Sir” says he keeps on a chain around his neck. When he decides to send you back to me, I learn that he has directed you to save fucking only for him. That I am allowed to make you come with my tongue or fingers, but that you have surrendered the right to be fucked only to him.

As I was telling you this story you were riding my cock and had one of those tearful, crashing orgasms that come of late when you force yourself to give up control (or imagine that loss of control). Very moving, mistress. For me and for you. We are onto something here that probably needs to be explored, and that I will continue to exploit in my surrogate role until someone with a firmer hand steps forward.

We were soon sleeping, but sometime around 3 a.m. I awoke, hard for you, thoughts of your desire for E (or someone who embodies that authority you need) and the night’s story very fresh in my brain. Impertinently, I sucked on your left nipple. Although you could certainly have pushed me away, we made love again, and dipped back into sleep.

That happened twice more before we had an early breakfast. I credit the lack of electronic distraction and an unfamiliar bed. But it certainly had much to do with this chemistry we have created.

The sun was out, our legs remembered how to ski, and we had a lovely day together before getting in the car for the 3 hour ride back to our undisclosed location.

After showers, I pulled out for you the posting by the pierced slave, which had been supplemented by some posts by her Master. As you read through them I knelt between your legs and worshipped, and somewhere between her submitting to the piercings, and his descriptions of how he likes to keep his slave naked at all times, you came again for me. They get an assist! Then we made love again, after what had seemed like too long for me, but had only been a few hours.

We had dinner at your favorite local pizza joint. You had dressed very mistressy- black tights, soft skirt, black boots. We had planned on going to a local bar afterwards so I could watch the cowboys ogle, and maybe come onto you. But by the tie we were done, we were both exhausted and decided to head back home to bed.

I must say I figured that after the long day we would both surrender to the need for sleep. And we were both a little tipsy too. But as you lay on the bed and picked up your computer I asked if I could indulge my black tights fetish. As you like, I took off my cloths though you were still dressed. I parked myself between your legs, rubbing my face and mouth along the coarse texture of your tights, and breathing in your musky aroma.

You were on facebook and said that E was also on. I told you that you should feel free to message him, and you said you were doing exactly that, mentioning that I might be sending him a photo of our adventures. Naturally, my consideration of your thoughts of E even as I was servicing you made my own cock stir, despite our long day.

After you put down the laptop, You rolled over onto your side, and I began to use my hand to rub you between your legs, murmuring in your ear about E. He was ordering you to recite all of the fantasies you have about him, one by one. You came with a shudder against my hand. After you peeled off those tights, you mounted me again, and we both had crashing orgasms again, you on top of me, and me a few minutes later, as we reversed positions.

You told me that over the last day or so we had made love 8 times, and you had probably twice as many orgasms. But I must say I had lost count. Crazy.

I woke in the dark to write this to you, and to plan how to turn the tables this a.m., our Sunday morning switch. I plan to be cruel, because I know you need it.

Love, your slave.

Weekend Getaway

Locked into the big Thanksgiving weekend with family next week, we have escaped to an undisclosed location for a few days without kids or too many work obligations. Up early we skipped our morning encounter, headed to the airport, suffered through FAA glitches, and finally got into our rental car for the three hour drive to our destination.

On the plane, I wrote yesterday’s blog posting. Mistress helped me edit and add some choice details. The talk and writing about sex, including a “Secretary-esque” spanking story we found from a fellow blogger, had both of us anxious to get settled in and playing with one another.

On the drive, Mistress exercised her right to handle my cock from time to time, directing me to unbuckle and unzip. She toyed with me a bit, raising the frustration level to orange. After lunch at a favorite spot, with its fresh made guacamole, we walked outside into a sunny courtyard. Finding a private place I pulled her to me, kissing hard and long while my hand found its way between her legs. Mistress came with a gasp after only a few moments, suggesting that the wait had taken its toll on her too.

When we finally arrived, the sun was just setting and Mistress announced it was time for a bike ride, to help maintain her pert ass, and my stamina. It was dark by the time we hid the mid-way point, and our path was lit only by a crescent moon and the emerging milky way.

AS directed, I built a fire and opened some wine for us, as Mistress finished some work for a client on her laptop. (Of course, as she types away I can’t help wondering if she is also checking in with E, her would be Master).

Finally, Mistress shut down her work and announced that she was going to prepare herself for our evening’s activities. The fire was roaring. I retrieved the black leather collar and some rope for her to use.

She fastened the collar carefully around my neck. It was the first time she had me wear it, and there was no lock. (She is a very permissive Mistress). But the symbolism was comforting to me, and I hope gave her a bit more sense of her authority. Then she tied my hands behind me, tossed a pillow on the floor and motioned for me to kneel for my worship. She kept her gauzy green panties on, but they were so thin and porous that her juices flowed through them as my tongue worked her through the slight fabric.

Unlike that earlier moment in the courtyard, Mistress took a long leisurely time to reach her climax as I groveled before her, head buried in her cunt. Since I have become addicted to her taste and texture, I got into a nice relaxed space myself.

Once satisfied, Mistress pulled me up to sit next to her on the couch, and we talked a while as she toyed with my rock hard cock, hands still tied behind me. Soon she was straddling me, her green undies still on as she seemed to relish the feel of my hard cock rubbing against her, but denied the freedom to enter. Very frustrating for this slave.

It was time for me to beg, and I did. So she generously removed her panties and rode me for a while, just to feel me inside her.

But rather than finish either one of us that way, she suddenly pulled off, and planted herself at the end of the couch. My hands were still tied, and she planted one of her velvety feet I my lap, slowly grinding against me. Sitting back, her hand went to her cunt and she announced she would be playing with herself for a while. She directed me to tell her a story.

So I spun one involving our favorite fictional character, Uber E. The guy who wants to win her total submission. And to whom Jennifer has a very strong desire to submit.

The story began with her arrival in his office. Too “busy” with his work for her, E directs my Mistress to kneel next to him, pull up her dress, put her hands in her panties and play with herself. And of course she could not come without begging for permission, as in “May I please come, Sir.”

Mistress is proud and strong. A little haughty to some. She resisted his order at first, clinging to her dignity. But she was persuaded by a very forceful kiss, and a hand in her hair that forced her to her knees. She had turned her will over to the need pounding through her cunt. Soon her hand was moving vigorously between her legs, both in the story and on the couch next to me.

Ultimately, E succumbed to the vision and aroma of my hot Mistress kneeling next to him. He pushed back his chair, undid his belt and pants, and pulled Mistress up to his desk, where he had her bend over, dress up off her pert ass, panties torn away. She could feel the head of his hard cock brushing against her clit and lips, as one of his hands squeezed her right nipple, very hard. She moaned and thrust back to capture him inside herself. But he teasingly pulled back, and ultimately made her beg for each inch of his cock as he took her with patience and skill.

It was about then in our story that Mistress came very very hard against her own hand, me tied there and watching, tears streaming down her face. Its very nice when a slave can help his Mistress get to that place where she gives up the burden of control so completely.

She untied me then, and we went to our bed, for some sweet and gentle love making where I finally won my own release in very satisfying fashion.

A very nice and exciting way to begin our weekend, Mistress.

Love, your Slave.

More of the Mick and Molly Backstory

Dear Mistress,

Wanted to continue with the story of how I ended up “under contract” in case there is a reader or two out there who is actually following this tale, rather than simply dipping in for the “good parts” (and there have been more than a few).

We walked slowly into the world of D/s in the months that followed. You were still recovering from the emotional hangover of my monumental fuck-up. But we were also working at getting closer together and reigniting a sex life that had grown a little too plain. You upgraded your lingerie collection. We shopped together for some lovely sex toys – the crystal cock and penis ring were hits .

In the past, I was the one who tied you to the bed. But now you were doing that to me on occasion. Often preceded by a few strokes with the riding crop that made me squirm and cry out. I got in the habit of kneeling to suck your cunt, which actually seemed to be better for the neck muscles. And when you tied my hands behind my back, and had me pleasure you on my knees it was a particular turn on for me.

Our fantasies sometimes revolved around you displaying me for a female friend. Making me watch you make love to her. Or “forcing” me to kneel and service you both in turn. (of course only you had the right to handle my cock, mistress, even in our fantasy life).

As you paged through a sex toy catalog one day, you noticed the little white probe for penetrating my ass that seemed appealing to you. I am not sure why you keyed on that device. Possibly as a further way to wring some additional submission from me?

You were onto something. I ordered it as directed. It came to my office, but I was a little reluctant to point out it was on hand. As I recall, I disclosed its arrival one night when we were in separate cities, doing one of our video chats. You wasted no time in telling me to lube it up and insert it for you, and the video on your little screen showed its instant engorging impact. Whether it is a physical stimulus, or the symbolism of being penetrated by you, it has had a dramatic effect on my ability to get hard, even on days when multiple couplings or a long day at work that would previously have made



me inclined to turn over and suggest we wait until morning. And it also seems to enhance the quality of my orgasms for you when I get to come.

At some point early on we instituted the “rules” that I would follow, and you often had me recite them:

• I would not touch myself without your permission.
• I would not come without your permission.
• My cock belonged only to you.
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While the requirement of these recitations has diminished, they seem burned into me. No masturbating for me without your direction. I rarely fail to beg for the right to come. (and if I do I know the prospect of punishment looms).

Sometime in the Fall we landed on the idea of the cage. That little plastic device that locks up my penis and makes it impossible to grow until it is unlocked. When we were apart you had me wear it to work, and I would show you it was on by i-photo or video chat. It was always nice to arrive home to you after a few days with my cock locked away, and earn its release by some kneeling worship of your feet , thighs and cunt. By now I have grown used to it, despite the little pinches and pulls and the need to sit while urinating. Its like your hands cupping me during the work day. Though sometimes when you visit at work its frustrating that I can give you pleasure but the little key is at home on your bedside table.

It was Valentine’s Day that you first used your mist persuasive tool for obtaining my submission: the Strap-On. That was another thing you noticed in a catalog. What made you think that this would help bring us together? Was it really my submission that you wanted all along? This certainly helped you en-slave me.

I know the first time was a little terrifying for me. You were all dressed up in black hose and sexy undies. You positioned me with my ass in the air a bit, a pillow under me. I was told to help you find your target. I gasped as you entered me, and thrust inside. But the most memorable part was how dramatically you came as you thrust against me. I have never been able to come this way (though it was close a few times), but by the time you are done I am reduced to a rag doll, with little energy or desire to do anything but lay there in sub-space.

As summer turned to fall it became more common for me to call you Mistress and you to call me Slave in our daily interactions. But it was a disagreement over the phone on a night that you were out of town, and I was going to pick you up at the airport that led to our Contract. I mentioned my plan to stop off at some friends’ house for a drink before heading to the airport. Now you have never been particularly controlling about my social life when we were apart. Maybe you should have been, I suppose. But on this occasion you were unhappy because of an understandable fear that I might run into someone who had come between us. I got snippy and whiney, but agreed to go home.

When you arrived and climbed into my car at the airport, you were upset. I said that maybe the better approach would have been to use your Mistress power over me to tell me to go home and tie myself to the bed, or go for a bile ride, whatever, until it was time to collect you. That I would have responded better in my persona as slave rather than sulky husband trying to hang with friends on an evening you were away.

And that is what led to our contract, a matter I will discuss in a subsequent blog.

Making it (More) Real

Dear Mistress,

Yesterday was my weekly abstinence day. Though, as it turned out, I got an early reprieve because you were almost too merciful, and because of our early departure this am. Or maybe because you just wanted me to give you my all in that way more than normal last night.

The day started with my homework about our “Backstory” for the blog, and as you read it I brought you to orgasm with my mouth. You seemed moved, by both the writing and the tongue-ing, Mistress. After some cuddling and teasing of my hard cock, you indulged my entering you, and you came again quite nicely. But it was time for me to withdraw and shower and put on my cage for the day. That latter task was a bit more difficult than usual, as my cock was still tingling from the earlier arousal and denial. You seemed quite satisfied as the lock clicked closed.

You spent the day on the road, and we talked some over the phone. I was delayed by traffic and when I got home around 6 pm I was getting pretty anxious for release from the cage. After some worship, and talk about your conversation with E and his domestic complications, I did my duty, and was hoping for a quick release. But you decided that it might be good for me to keep the cage on until bed time. We rolled around on the bed a bit, me kissing you, and my cock pushing against its restraint with increasing discomfort. You have discovered a new way of driving me crazy, mistress. Making me even more submissive.

When we finished with dinner, and you finished packing, you finally decided to release me. My cock virtually sprung form its cage when you took away the little padlock. My that felt good. And it was particularly generous of you to let me get some aroma therapy as I licked and sucked you one more time before we finally got to make love.

But what was it that made me so hard at 2 a.m. that I asked for permission to fuck you again? It was my thoughts about you sharing the “UnderContract” blog and twit page with E. I guess this could have been an impulse on your part, your cunt thinking and not your brain. But here is my thinking on its impact:

1) By making my submission and these words available to someone you know – someone who has had you, someone who only a few days ago was talking about his desire to make you call him “Sir”, someone who you have so recently desired – you have brought me down yet another notch in my submission to you. You made the comment about the tree falling in the woods, and whether anyone hears it. Now my submission, my role as slave and yours as mistress, seems much more real, don’t they? Gives me a bit of a chill

2) Sharing the fantasies about E (or maybe Uber E) contained in the blog will certainly show him in no uncertain terms how deeply he was able to get under your skin. It provides a road map for him, doesn’t it. That might give you a chill?


3) Or are you simply trying to drive him crazy about what he took a pass on when he used his “catch and release” tactics on you? Reading this about you written by another man would certainly drive me crazy, mistress.

Of course, he may never even bother to read this tale. But however you cut it, the thought that he might, and that you want him to read it, made for a highly erotic mind stew for me in the middle of the night, Mistress . And I thank you for allowing me the privilege to make love again last night, before we went back to sleep.

The day’s score: Mistress: 6 Slave: 2