Only a short posting this am, dear readers. It was a late night here in the heartland, with me stuck with a bunch of rowdy Irishmen in tuxedos, while Mistress displayed and submitted herself wantonly to her Dom.
On my way to the big event I texted Mistress to let her know I was headed out, and added “are you being slutty, Mistress.”
Sometime later I received her response.
“Of course, Slave.”
Argh.
Some of you were concerned about how he would handle her failure to follow some rather clear instructions about the trimming of her “bush”. He wanted a racing stripe. Mistress’s waxer took it all off. Oops.
I speculated that Mistress may have been asking for a punishment. And she did receive a bit of a spanking, she reports. But not too hard. Or for too long. Instead, he seemed to be taken by the “nary a hair” look. And who wouldn’t be. But he did suggest that she print out the instructions the next time.
Argh.
I learned of this and other details after I stripped off the tux, and knelt to worship her.
“Do I taste different, Slave.”
She was referring to her well used cunt.
Hmmmm? I savored the flavors, like “chewing” a musky Cab.
Well, yes, you do Mistress.”
I listened to her story. My cock growing harder which each twist and turn.
It's March 17th, an important day for the Irish. On your right is Slave's name sake, Michael Collins, a hero of Irish independence, who was gunned down for his trouble. No good turn goes unpunished. Particularly on the Emerald Isle.
Soon I will be sliding out of my work garb and into my tux, to attend a local affair for the Irish among us and all those pretenders. It's a stag affair. But nonetheless, Mistress locked me in my cage this morning. can;t be too careful.
Mistress stopped by the office a little before lunch, and allowed me to worship. It was nice to welcome her newly naked cunt to her throne here, and to feast on it.
She seems a bit uncertain about whether it looks good. From my perspective, its amazing. So very smooth, making the good parts so very accessible.
She just called. She's about to have her second encounter with her Dom. She wished me a good evening, and wondered whether I might be a little horny, wondering what she will be up to this evening.
You think?
"Are you nervous, Mistress?"
"Yes, Slave. A little. Not as much as the first time, but still...."
"Are you worried how that inspection will go..."
"Yes. wondering how long it will take."
"I am sure it will be very detailed, Mistress."
"are you OK with this Slave."
"As long as you are Mistress."
"Will you want me when you get home?"
"No doubt. I will want to worship and get all the juicy details."
"I like that part, Slave."
It will be a long night. Hanging with the Irish guys. Thinking about my Mistress.
Mick and Molly have enjoyed striking up some conversations with a variety of our readers. You add some perspective and egg us on. So in some ways this blog has become interactive. We hope that we inspire you us as much as you have inspired us.
Our friend M from out West has been particularly enthusiastic of late in sharing some adventures of his own. Here is what he said after Monday’s posting with a picture of Mistress tied to our bed:
“The switch day pictures are always my favorites, because they always feature Molly's beauitful ass. I must still have a lot more of the dom in me than I admit.
B had a long "conversation" with me over her lap this morning about toping from the bottom. She claims I so it all the time and she doesn't approve. She claims I am still very dominant. She used her hairbrush harder than she ever has to drive home this failing on my part. She said "you don't like this spanking at all do you slave." MO MAMM!!! She said good and proceeded to spank longer and harder. I was pleading and begging her to stop promising to never be dominant again.. She totally ignored me and just kept blistering my bare bottom. B doesn't believe in safe words for spanking and I don't have one. As she says, “wouldn't be a real spanking If I could stop it...would it slave??? “
She then had me get her "huge blue cock". I really is very big 8 inches long and 6 inches around. B said a good long hard fucking may be just the ticket to make me more submissive. She fucked me VERY hard and VERY long. After she came as many times as she wanted she made me "service her bottom." She said that was another good submissive act for her slave to do to reinforce his submission. WOW what a morning. She finally allowed her slave to fuck her and get some relief!.
I'm in love! The harder she uses me the more I love her??? Take care M “
But yesterday, Mistress may have taken that inspiration thing a bit too far. As mentioned yesterday, her new Dom had given her some very specific instructions about how he wanted her bush trimmed before their next encounter (which is this evening). His instructions called for a thin racing stripe of hair running from the top of her lips toward her belly button, a little wider at the top than at the bottom.
We had some “fun” (as described in yesterday’s post) complying with his instructions, and I thought we had done a pretty good job. Later yesterday, M wrote back describing how he and his wife/ Domme get Brazilian waxes to deal with these issues:
“Yes, I think I have told you guys I have been shaving and more reciently getting brazialian waxs for several years. B gets waxed once a month,,, not brazialian but pretty short and close. Its FUCKING HOT. I couldn't reccomend it more highly. Not that you guys need any more way to make yourselves hot..”
Well, Mistress had a little extra time on her hands yesterday, so inspired by M and no doubt anxious to impress her Dom, she made an appointment for late yesterday afternoon. She was going for the wax, a first for her. When I passed that on to M he had some suggestions on what to ask for:
“I think [the Dom] will LOVE it! I think you will too. Most important I think Molly will be very pleased. FYI Molly in... "waxing terms" I would recommend the complete Brazilian including the butt crack and just leave a short triangle right over the genitals. Have them take all the hair to each side of the labia, and all of it from around the anus. HOT. you will love it!”
Well I passed these instructions on, and Mistress was off on her quest.
But when I got home, Mistress was a little red faced when I asked to see the results.
As she lowered her panties, what she revealed was, as M promised, very very hot. But there was a problem: all of her hair was now gone. No little racing stripe.
It was her first time, and it seems she had failed to convey all of the details of M’s instructions.
I was anxious to take Mistress’s new look for a test drive. Quickly her panties were off, she was lying across our bed, and I was on my knees for some worship time.
She was soooo smooth. And her clit was soooo available.
“Did it turn you on when they did this Mistress?
“Yes, a little Slave.”
Right. “ A little.”
My tongue teased, sliding across her.
“Why, Mistress.”
“The thought of him … and you, of course, inspecting me, Slave.”
It was nice to be included.
Soon Mistress was coming for me, her hips thrusting against my head, my face wet from her flowing juices. And not a threat of getting a loose pube stuck in my teeth.
Would you be surprised to know that we then jettisoned our plans for a bike ride so that we could more fully explore Mistress’s new look and texture?
But the elephant in the room is this: Will Dom be happy with the new look? Or will there be punishment in store because Mistress failed to follow instructions?
I ended yesterday’s entry at the conclusion of our Switch ritual. And I appreciated the warm comments from some faithful followers. But things got a bit edgier not much later that day….
We bundled up for a long bike ride – the early spring did not last long here in River City. When we arrived home, I was heading to the shower, planning on my weekly visit to my annoying, elderly Mother across town. As I emerged from the shower, I saw Mistress sitting on our bed, looking up from her laptop. Pensive.
“Well, Slave, I got some instructions from the Dom for our meeting on Wednesday.”
Hmmm.
“And what are they, Mistress.”
“Maybe you should look.”
I peered over her shoulder. And well, Blushed a bit. Started to stiffen.
Mistress’s directions involved a very precise trimming of her “bush”. He was looking for a “racing stripe”, v-shaped, with the wider section up top. Then there was a parting comment about his longing for her soft lips on his cock.
“What do you think, Mistress?”
“I think you should help me do this today, Slave.”
“OK. (gulp) …., happily Mistress.”
Mistress was up from the bed now, and clung to me. Grinding a bit. Kissing. It was pretty obvious to me that the Dom’s email had lit some type of fuse that was burning with a purpose.
And here I was, with a scheduled visit to “Mom”.
“I think I want you now, Slave.”
And of course I wanted her. But I am boringly responsible and knew that I better get dressed, over to my Mother’s condo, and back ASAP. Somehow I extricated myself from Mistress’s embrace and raced off. Though I must say that as I chatted with Mother about her week’s annoyances, it was hard not to think about my upcoming engagement with a razor, and how steamy Mistress had become at the thought of surrendering her grooming prerogatives to another guy.
By the time I arrived home I was in a high state of anticipation. As it turned out, Molly’s mother had stopped by while I was gone, but the coast was now clear. Even the teens were off, exploiting their driving privileges.
We quickly agreed to defer some tax return work we both had planned and adjourn to the bedroom. The email was re-opened to make sure we got his instructions right (or was it because Mistress wanted to re-read that “lips on cock” line one more time?)
I spread a towel on the bed. Retrieved a new razor and some scissors, and unearthed a can of shaving cream.
This was my first foray into pubic grooming. And Mistress warned me to be very careful. Of course, the last thing I wanted to do was nick Mistress’s delicate parts.
I began at the edges, trimming with the scissors, then taking off the stubble with the razor. It was delicate work. And I must say Mistress’s not so subtle squirming did not help with the required precision.
“I think I really need an orgasm, Slave”, she whispered, as I went about my work.
“Patience, Mistress. We want to make sure he’s pleased, don’t we?”
I used a finger to gently part her lips and discovered just how wet and ready she was. That evoked a subtle moan and quiver. Mistress’s eyes were closed when I looked up at her. This had become a form or torture that was every bit as much fun as that morning’s switch.
Of course, I was getting more than a little horny myself. I tried to focus on the task at hand. Using a wet cloth to wipe away the shaving cream a few times to make sure that the required design was taking shape.
The thought of his initial inspection, to see if she had followed his instructions, was a bit excruciating. And I wondered what sort of punishment might be inflicted if he was displeased.
I finished up the job as best I could, thinking that we might re-visit the next day to tie up any “loose hairs”. Cleaning Mistress off one last time I settled my head between her legs.
What I discovered was a much clearer path to the promised land. Without all that fur, Mistress’s lips and clit were there for me to exploit more directly. And my tongue stretched out for its first taste of the new landscape. Wonderful. Why hadn’t we done this sooner?
But Mistress was not looking for the light, teasing touch at this point.
She had been agitated and aroused for the last 3 hours. Ever since she had popped open that incendiary email.
“Would you like me to deploy the power tool, Mistress?”
“Yes, Slave.” Wow. Twice in one day. That’s a new one.
It was still plugged in at the side of the bed. I switched it on. No teasing or taunting this time. I went straight for the newly trimmed territory. Within moments, Mistress’s head was thrown back, her hips were pumping against the buzzing device. As my mouth clung to her right nipple, her hand reached down to press the Magic Wand even harder against her cunt. Then she exploded against it. At last.
And she was more than happy to let me take my turn at her. I recall her commenting on how hard my cock was, but I don’t remember much more than my own satisfying explosion a few minutes later. We both collapsed on the bed. A nap ensued. Very nice.
Later that day, after the bits of hair were swept away from our bed, Mistress told me she had sent a brief email response to the Dom:
