HNT / Mistress is a Bit Tired

Mistress got home from her engagement with her Dom last night with that "I just had some pretty hot sex" bounce in her step.

Fortunately she had a little energy left for her slave.

I was lying on our bed, reviewing the Times, having already wasted enought time on frivolous postings. I was anxious to se, hear, smell and taste her.

She did not put me off too long, and I soon found myself between her legs.

Is it just my imagination, or is there a different smell, taste, texture after Mistress's little adventures.  No, I don't think so. Her pussy had been used, well used as it turns out, and a well trained Slave like me can sense the difference.

As she unwound the plot line and the night's activities - his hands under her dress, making her come over a welcoming drink, her mouth hardening his cock on command, then his taking her from behind while she bent over the bed - I devoted myself to worshiping her. And the poor dear had to come one more time.

I caught up on the rest of her adventure as we made love, my cock hard and desperate for her by then. The part about the al fresco sex in his back yard was particularly poignant.

Mistress does express concern about how I am handling her little adventures with Sir M.. I know she cares about me and my feelings.

But all I can say is that my cock is more than ready for her when she returns home to me. I guess that's the key - she comes up and seems happy to be there, as well as happy with the time with her "friend".

I like having a happy Mistress.

SO this morning, waking at our new earlier hour, Mistress said that her cunt had had enough for the moment. She did suggest that I wear my cage today. She had been lenient earlier this week, but does not want to get too loosey goosey with me.  So instead of a morning reward, it was the steel ring, the cage and the lock for me. Mistress seemed to enjoy the snap of the lock.

She's walking over to my office soon for  lunch with me. Wonder if she is recovered enough for some mid-day worship?

The Irish Curse

What a Slave does when his Mistress is out with her Dom, being forced to do things that drive her crazy and make her beg to come. A Reflection on some dialog from the night before:

Scene: A inner ring suburb, somewhere in the midwest. A Slave laying on bed, watching Madow, paging through the Times, while his Mistress tends to removing her face paint and preparing for bed.

"Interesting theatre review in the Times today, Mistress?"

"What about, Slave?"

"A play based on the theme that Irish guys Like me have smaller penises, it's called "The Irish Curse"."

(laugh).

"Hmmm. Really?"

"Yeah. it's about a support group for guys dealing with this problem. Supposed to be kind of funny, if predictable."

"Funny."

"Have you noticed this, Mistress? I mean, with all your ....experience."

"Noticed what, Slave?"

"That Irish guys have smaller cocks?"

"Well, yours is the only Irish penis I've inspected, Slave."

"Well, then how does it compare to other ethnic groups, Mistress?"


"Hmmm .... I suppose it's somewhere in the middle, truth be told."

"Well, I know it's not as big as that Polish lobbyist you used to do, all those years ago."

"Oh god....that was way too big."

"Well I guess I am not 'cursed' then?"

"No, Slave. You'll do. Particularly when you are very very hard. Now go be useful and get that white thing and insert it, Slave."

"Yes, Mistress."

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.