The "After" Shot.

Vivid Moon shadows here this morning at our undisclosed location. Mick’s body clock has trouble adjusting to the two hour time shift, so I am up early watching that bright full moon set almost exactly where the sun set so brilliantly last night. And being reminded that no matter where you go, the local NPR station will be into a fundraising drive whenever you want to listen the “Morning Edition.”

Yesterday’s picture of Mistress’s delightful bottom in its pre-waxing mode drew a nice comment from our colleague SFP (who seems to prefer showing legs and breasts at her site, Peacefully Submissive), and also a nice piece of “fan mail” from our friend M, who lives a bit north of here (not to be confused with Sir M, back in River City):

“Wow best picture yet.  Sweet ass yes, but I would say its a highly fuckable ass.  That bottom is just begging to be pulled apart wide open and admired.  Then firmly entered and taken.  Wonderful ass Molly,  Mick you are a very blessed man. “

Indeed, I am. 

Before moving onto another “favorite part”, it seemed fair to do an “after” shot of Mistress’s bottom, which has now been waxed so silkily smooth. But let me set the stage for this delightful photo….

It was our “switch” day. But since we were going skiing, I elected to defer my privileges until après ski.

The sky was cloudless and the snow was still fresh from the weekend dump. By around 2:30 our legs were shot, and the sun called out to Mistress.  We retreated down the mountain, and Mistress was quickly stripped to her black panties and sports bra, lying on a lounge chair on our patio.

(Seeing their mother parading about in her undies naturally brings out groans of disgust from the surly teens …

“but you’re 45 (i.e. at death’s door)….yuck”, from  our 18 year old, who was in a much more revealing bikini.)

While it may only have been about 55 degrees, the heat of the sun made it perfect sunbathing weather. Which is what we did for about 90 minutes, me reading the Times, Molly buried in a book.

But it cooled as the sun got lower, and I suggested it was time for Mistress to face the music. I had warned her earlier that she was due for a spanking.

Back in our bedroom, Mistress whined, but dutifully stripped out of her underwear, lay on the bed, and picked up her laptop to finish her (vanilla) blog of the day. She was being difficult and defiant.

I pulled out the red cuffs, two locks and some rough hemp rope, and ordered Mistress to shut down her computer.

She reluctantly complied, and I locked the cuffs on her slender wrists.

“Now, roll over onto your stomach, Mistress.”

“My, you are getting bossy, Slave.”

“And if your ‘friend’ told you to position yourself in a certain way, what would you do?”

“Exactly what he told me to do Slave.”

“You like that don’t you?”

“I suppose I do.”

She rolled over as directed then, and I used the rope to fix her cuffs to the little eyebolts screwed into each side of the bed. Her arms were now stretched out. Her lovely bottom available to me.

I shot some photos of her, then put the camera down, and picked up the riding crop I had left by the side of the bed.

My first strike to her full and vulnerable bottom came as a surprise.

“Ow….that was … scary,” she pouted, her bottom squirming, legs flailing.

Nothing like the element of surprise to get a temporary subbie’s attention.

Mistress took her medicine well after that, as I applied a series of moderately severe cropping to her bottom until it was a nice cherry red. Her hips were pumping against the pillow I had slid under her. Was she trying to avoid the crop, or to bring herself off? Hard to tell.

Then I put the crop down, lay next to her and used the fingers of both hands, one wedged under her, another toying with her tight little ass, to “generously” give her the orgasm that all that squirming seemed to demand.

By now my cock was firm and ready for her, and she was more than moist enough to accept me as I mounted her from behind.  She moaned as the tip of my cock found her opening, and slowly accessed her, her legs spreading wider to accommodate me.

Mistress came again, more dramatically, as I pumped into her. I like to see her face buried on the sheets and hear those lovely, lusty sounds as I take her that way.

As her breathing returned to normal, I slid out and off her, waiting my turn.

“Will you please roll me over now Slave?”

The “switch” therapy must have worked: she was asking, rather than ordering, at least for the moment.

Another Good Part

Molly, Mick and the surly teens had a great day skiing in some fresh powder here yesterday. The fresh foot of snow was a  treat this late in the season. And though it was not a full sun day, the clouds and snow showers kept the snow fresh and light. Now the clouds have blown off and it’s time to smear on the sun screen.

But back to my accounting of Mistress many lovely attributes ….

Another good part to mention is Mistress’s bottom: firm from all that bike riding, yet delightfully soft and smooth to the touch. No droops or sags. Flawless skin. It’s definitely one of her premier attributes.

“Sweet ass” is a phrase used by one of you in a recent comment. Mistress blushed a bit when I read that one to her. She knows it is a desirable feature, but never minds a little outside affirmation.

And Mistress’s recent waxing makes it all the more alluring. The photo above is a “before” shot, from one of our switch moments, after Mistress had a good spanking that reddened her ass a bit. You can detect just a bit of soft downy fur, sprouting between her legs.

No more. Now when she directs me to sidle up against her at bed time, my naked cock slides between her cheeks to discover a smooth, soft little piece of heaven. Sometimes it’s hard to just nod off under those taxing circumstances.

Her bottom takes a spanking, or cropping well too. Of course it’s best to tie her down for those “switch” moments. When I do she squirms sensuously  as I discipline her, with only a bit of whining thrown in.

So far, Mistress has reported only one spanking at the hands of Sir M. She was “punished” for failing to follow her explicit directions when it came to the removal of all that pubic fur.

“Did he punish you, Mistress.”

“Yes, Slave. He spanked me a little. I think he liked me naked that way, but said I was bad for not following his instructions.”

“How did it feel to be spanked by someone other than me, Mistress.”

“Humiliating, Slave.”

“Did it hurt?”

“Yes….but I think you have spanked me harder.”

“Did it turn you on, Mistress.”

“Yes, very much, Slave.”

(Of course, that’s when Slave’s imagination takes off. Argh.)

I suspect it won’t be the last time Sir M will have to give Mistress a good spanking. She will be a challenging student when it comes to   teaching obedience and submission.

All this reflection on Mistress’s bottom and spanking may be good timing. Today is our traditional switch day.  I feel a spanking coming on.

Some of the Good Parts

Mick and Molly arrived with the surly teens to a gentle spring snow storm here at our undisclosed location on the edge of the Sangre de Christo Mountains. The scene was more White Christmas than Spring Break, but very lovely.

This week I am going to kick back a bit from blogging. But I know our faithful followers will expect occassional updates. And I don't want to disapoint.

This week's focus will be on Mistress's delicious body. Like the overworked football coach pouring over the video tape before a big game, I will try to "break it down" into all the wonderful component parts, with appropriate illustraions, of course.

Let's start with those full and firm breasts, depicted to the right.

Mistress sometimes complains that I do not appreciate them enough.

"You don't mention my breasts much in the blog, Slave. Don't you like them?"

Well of course I do. I like their soft, creamy texture. Even when she was a bit overly tanned during our Florida days, her breasts were usually spared and remained very soft and smooth.

When I press my face against them, or use my lips and tongue to stimulate those firm nipples, the taste and scent can drive me crazy with desire for her.

And if properly stimulated, those breasts can create some delicious effects.

We were making gentle, no rush, love here last night in our cozy bedroom, after a long day of work and travel. I was atop  mistress, slowly sliding into her, pressing myself against the apex of those strong sexy thighs (oops, need to focus here....breasts, Mick, breasts!). I used my fingers to gently, then more firmly squeze both nipples simultaneaously. I could swear that Mistress breathing quickened,  and, much sooner than I had expected, she had one of those slow motion orgasms that suddenly had her thrusting against me and moaning into my ear.

"Did you like that, Mistress."

"Of course, Slave."

"There's more to come..."

And there was. High altitude sex (it's 7500 ft. here) requires pacing.

Of course, when (gently) cross examined, Mistress readily confirms that her Dom, Sir M, is also quite taken by her breasts.

"He went crazy on them Slave. Sqeezing, pinching."

"Did you like that Mistress"

"Oh...Yes, Slave", this was said in a dreamy, langorous voice one evening as we were fucking hard, making me wonder what thoughts, memories I had triggered.

Oh yes, I do like your breasts, Mistress. And apparently I am not the only one.

Off

This afternoon Mick and Molly are taking their surly teens on a spring break ski trip to our undisclosed location out West. Over the enxt week, my posts may be fewer and more abbreviated, But rest assured we will be doing our best to live up to the standards our readers have come to expect. I have already packed away a bag of goodies, the kind you hope airport security will not take an interest in, particularly in front of the kids.

As in, "M'am, can you explain what these red leather cuffs and padlocks are for?"

"Just jewelry, Officer."

After my whining yesterday, it's only proper to report that Mistress did allow me to break my abstinence yesterday morning. When I came upstairs to wake her, I discovered she was already awake, emersed in  her laptop.

"Where have you been Slave? I thought you would be particularly horny this morning?"

"Just finishing up this morning's essay, Mistress. But if I had known you were up, I would have revised and extended my remarks later today."

(As you can see, there's been too much CPSAN on our TV this week. Thank God that's behind us.)

"And yes, I am very horny. Could not even get the ring on this morning."

(Better to get the bad news out first, before she has to discover it herself, with those curious fingers of hers).

"Aw. Poor Slave."

(Good. SHe was feeling merciful).

I slid into bed, my head bobbing beneath the covers, finding that lovely shaved cunt to which I have become even more addicted. Thank you, Dom.

AS she chuckled over my entry de jour, I used my fingers to spread those clean shaven lips and expose her sensitive parts to my tongue. She rewarded me with delightful little squirms and the sweet taste of her juices.

Once I had pleased her, the computer was set aside, and she used those skilled fingers to make sure I was more than ready to break my abstinence.

'Why don't you fuck me now Slave."

"Gladly, Mistress."

When finally given permission to come, well... it was a very nice reward.
 

I was given a pass on my cage yesterday. Very merciful. I made a note to show my gratitude when the opportunity arose.

 Mistress came down to my office late in the afternoon to join me at a political function. She arrived early enough for some worship, which I was anxious to provide to give thanks  for a cageless work day.

Spring has officially arrived, and though you could not tell from yesterday's cold rain, Mistress has abandoned her fall/winter uniform of black tights and boots. Yesterday afternoon she arrived in a foxy black dress, bare legs and black sandals with heels and sexy straps. (I know I should have taken a picture).

So once I pressed the chair against the door, and had her sit on her throne, from my knees I could slide my face and hands up those firm, shapely thighs, and press  my lips against her black panties. Mistress's dress was hiked up to her hips, legs spread, giving me ample access.

Soon I was coaxing those black panties down her legs, leaving them draped around an ankle. Before me was Mistress's cleanly shaved cunt, her pink bud rosier than the rest, peeking out for her audience.

"I cleaned it up a bit for you today, Slave."

"Nice Mistress."

Very smooth. Crazy driving smooth.

My lips devoured her. Her hands gripped my hair, She churned against me, until she finally said:

"Enough, Slave."

And while she may have had enough for the moment, It seems I never get enough of her.