Mistress's Night Out

Sorry dear readers for my sketchy posting schedule this week. The combination of Molly’s earlier wake and primp schedule, and adjusting to the time shift after a week out west has this Slave a bit too groggy in the am for early morning writing assignments. And when you blow off work for a week or so….well things pile up. Just not enough time for smutty distractions.

It is nice to have Mistress downtown and in closer proximity for several reasons. As an example, we had a nice lunch on our quant public square yesterday, along with a chance for Mistress to forage for post-easter chocolate eggs for dessert. And riding to and from work is also a lovely change of pace.

Another benefit of our closer proximity is that Mistress has been a bit more trusting, giving me a pass on my cage this week. Not sure what you readers think of that, but all I know is that it makes life a bit more convenient for me. I guess I should not take my new (relative) freedom for granted though.

Yesterday, we went to a political event, and had a chance to chat up a rumpled U.S. Senator, a man Mistress worked for when we first met, about the health care wars. Then it was home for a bike ride. After a brief dinner, we were under the sheets, doing what we do best.

Thankfully, Mistress gave me “permission” last night, because today is my abstinence day.

And we could not drive to work today because Mistress has an “engagement” with Sir M. No doubt he is looking forward to inspecting her smoothly shaven parts, as I did this morning, before Mistress donned her Mad(Wo)Man power suit.

She laid back on the bed, legs spread. I kneeled on our hard wooden floor. It was a tad frustrating that the next hands to touch this smooth and lovely treasure would be some other guy.

And now I am home, where I will feed the teens, with my mind on Mistress’s submission to her friend.

I wonder if Abstinence Day will continue to be enforced through this evening, as Mistress gives me her post action debriefing.

Mad(Wo)Man

Mistress and I don’t watch much TV (wonder why that is?). But we always make sure to catch MADMEN, that oddly compelling drama about a early 1960’s advertising agency, replete with lots of smoking and drinking at work; unprotected sex, in a Pre-AIDS age when “sexual harassment” was perfectly legal; and the full photon torpedo spread of “isms” (racism, sexism, anti-semitism, etc.).

Even our surly teens are into the show, which features some characters that are crazily similar to my own parents. You know, the type that put down their cigarettes only long enough to pour a martini when they walked in the door from work, and gave the kids candy cigarettes with their Easter Baskets (unless that was the Easter Bunny).

So it’s of great amusement that Mistress has now begun a new job in the world of Advertising. And her new office is only a few blocks from mine. It should make for lovely afternoon “worship” breaks, as well as outdoor lunches in the nice weather that is now arriving in River City. (In fact we had a nice al fresco lunch today together on our public square.)

I dropped her off Monday am, and felt a bit like a Dad dropping his daughter off at the first day of school. We were both a little nervous. And though I know that feeling is not particularly Slave-like, I guess you had to be there.

Of course, all this new work stuff, may have at least a temporary impact on our over-active sex lives. Monday morning, we could not quite get it together for an early encounter, with the combination of adjusting to the time shift and Mistress’s needs to primp and get out the door for her first day at work.

But we were back in action this afternoon. After the drive home together from our quaint “downtown”, and a robust bike ride just before thunderstorms arrived, Mistress instructed me to insert my little white probe. She likes the hard cock it generates.

Soon we were on the bed, groping , kissing, and lapping bike ride generated sweat off one another’s body. Good way to get a calcium supplement.

I slid down to Mistress’s cleanly shaven cunt and used my well worn but proven techniques to take her over the edge.

But that was only an appetizer, She decided to mount me, and came more quickly than normal with some considerable gusto. Maybe it was my squeezing of those perky and firm nipples that triggered that one. Or maybe she was just particularly horny after almost a day of abstinence.

Once she was satisfied, Mistress rolled over and allowed me to have my way with her. It must have been a rather dramatic release, since I was soon fast asleep, leaning against her, only to be woken by a surly teen demanding dinner.

We were chastised when food did not land on the table until the “late” hour of 8:30 pm. I guess these kids don’t get the whole European eating style thing. They certainly aren’t prepared to cut their parents some R & S slack.

After the teens were belatedly fed, we went back upstairs. Mistress had a special project for her Slave. I was to help her take off any fuzz that had grown in her nether regions in anticipation of her Wednesday evening engagement with Sir M.

“I think you should help me, with this Slave.”

“Of course, Mistress. We wouldn’t want him to discipline you for bristle.”

“Hardly”.

So I did my duty, smearing on the hair removal cream, letting it sit the designated time. Then washing it off with a wet cloth. When the process was done, front and back, she was remarkably soft and enticing. And I enhanced that feeling by rubbing in some coconut butter cream. She was squirming a bit when the process was done, as only my Mistress can.

I expect her Dom will be pleased with the look. And the feel.

On the Road Again

Molly, Mick and the surly teens are on the road today, heading back to River City from our undisclosed location. The skiing was nice, and of course there were long afternoon "naps" that made our children think we are old, washed up fogies. If only they knew....

Hope to get back on a regular schedule of reporting our adventures early this week, once we get back to River City reality.

I can report that the other day, Mistress required me to take and forward some provocative photos of her, so she could share them with Sir M, in advance of their date on Wednesday night. I suspect he enjoyed them and is looking forward to being reunited with her clean shaven parts.

The Head Waters of My Addiction

Mick and Molly’s spring break with the surly teens is coming to its end. One more day of skiing and then we head back to River City on Sunday. We have spent a good bit of our time with our kids, skiing, and sampling the music at some local honkytonks. But those long afternoon après ski siestas have also given us plenty of time for our favorite form of recreation.

 

As a daughter said last night:

“How can you spend so much time ‘napping’?”

“Well, dear….”  (How to explain?)

The photo above shows how Mistress gets herself all gussied up for a night on the town here, once that long siesta is over. Like the cowboy boots?

This week, which began with a theme of devotions to my favorite Mistress parts. So before week’s end, I would be remiss not to mention those delicious morsels at the apex of Mistress’s firm thighs.

Their taste and scent have long been a primary source of my addiction to her. I suspect I have spent at least a hundred hours over the 20 some years of my relationship with my face planted between those legs exploring, lapping, munching, sucking, probing with tongue and fingers. I see myself as some ancient Conquistador looking for the headwaters of the Rio Grande, our local tributary out here. It will take a while, but sooner or later I may solve the mystery. Or die trying.

Sometimes I have gotten an assist from our collection of toys, in particular that subtly colored crystal cock we acquired in Soho about 2 years ago. Using it to probe as my tongue works Mistress’s clit always produces an interesting and delightful response.

Of course, my cock has a particular affection for these parts. Nothing feels better than her tight grip on it when I get the chance to take her the traditional way.

Since Mistress and I signed our contract, my relationship with her cunt has become more formalized and hierarchical. It has become “worship” and often occurs with me on my knees, her thighs pressed against my head, holding me close, or maybe draped over my shoulders clinging tight to the head that is stimulating her. When my hands are tied behind my back for this exercise, it’s all the more fun.

And of course, now I need an express invitation to fuck here, which often does not come until Mistress has toyed with my cock enough to assure that it is very hard to meet her exacting standards, and I am very, very desperate.

And before I am allowed to come inside those precious parts, I must ask permission. I need to be careful not to get too close before I make that request. That’s not as easy as it sounds.

Now that Mistress’s Dom, the enigmatic Sir M, has required her to keep her parts all clean shaven and tidy, my addiction seems to be even more intense.

It’s just a whole lot more fun to taste and toy with her in this hairless mode. My view is unimpeded, and what a view it is. Pink, fleshy bud protruding between somewhat darker fleshy lips.

The feel of it is now slick and soft, particularly when those juicies begin to leak. It’s hard for me to keep my hands off.

And the taste is all the sweeter without the fur to impair its flow to my taste buds.

Last night, after some time at a local bar, we sidled into bed against one another, with no plans for sexual engagement until morning. We had been pretty busy during that earlier siesta, after all.

But my hand had trouble staying to itself. It slid under her gauzy, pale green panties to remind myself of the treat that awaiting this morning.

“What are you up to, Slave?”

“Oh…nothing Mistress …. Just touching your smoothness.  Do you want me to moisturize?”

I was being impertinent, I know. But sometimes it’s just hard to resist.

“I’m sleepy, Slave. You can touch, but no stimulation.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

After a few soft and non-stimulating strokes, I withdrew my hand, in “good Slave” mode.

But now the moon is setting here, and the sun is beginning to light the eastern horizon, still hiding behind the sacred mountain.

Soon it will be time for my morning devotions.