Avoiding "Misson Creep".

“Do you like me calling you Slave all the time?”

“Of course I do, Mistress….that’s my role  isn’t it?”

“Yes, Slave. And don’t forget it.”

We were talking over the weekend about my title. Mistress routinely calls me her “Slave” now, as in “When will you be home, Slave”, or “Thank you, Slave” when I hand her something she requests. And when she is being solicitous herself, it might sound like, “I’m getting some ice tea, can I get you something, Slave?” (I know, she should have told me to get her the darned ice tea).

And I do like it when Mistress calls me her “Slave” out of habit. It’s a nice reminder that we have fallen into a relationship that we both feel comfortable in, based on love, respect, and lots of lust. And I think I reciprocate by referring to her as “Mistress” almost as frequently (an occasional “dearest” or “love” will slip in. I need to work on that).

Of course, the risk is that the words may slip out in front of teens and others. It’s something that has happened from time to time, requiring a little backing and filling to cover our tracks.

During the Obama campaign, that well oiled organization had a phrase derived from a basketball cliché “stay in your lane”. It meant – do your job; let other folks do their jobs. Don’t freelance.

And there is another phrase I heard from a young Obama staffer I know during my DC visit last week: “Mission Creep”. It’s when a team member begins to expand his or her portfolio to influence events that might not be in her “lane”.

That comes up in the context of our Sunday “switch” days: for the 2^nd Sunday in a row, I have “forgotten” to get out the cuffs and crop and treat Mistress to a bit of her own medicine. Could it be that now that Mistress has her own Dom, I have figured that acting all Dom-ish is no longer in “my lane”?.

So instead of binding, teasing and spanking Mistress yesterday, we had some lovely and gratifying but sort of vanilla-ish sex yesterday morning and again in the afternoon, before hauling a surly teen and her friend to a concert in a semi-metropolis to our north.

I simply enjoyed the opportunity to lick and finger Mistress to orgasm, and then, with her permission, have my way with her.

But in the process  I did get a chance to question her a bit more about her date last week with the more take charge guy in her life.

What Mistress seems to like about that “other” relationship is the notion that someone else is desperate for her. Very desperate.  And while I have a great appreciation for Mistress’s many physical attributes, I suspect Sir M. is enjoying her the way I did all those years ago – he can’t believe his good fortune.

“So how did he fuck you this time, Mistress?”

“He let me ride his cock, Slave….”

“Hmmm….I bet you liked that didn’t you?”

Mistress always comes very, very dramatically that way.

“Did you come riding him, Mistress?”

“Oh yeah ….”

Now I was pumping into her and she seemed to be getting close, no doubt inspired (at least) in part by her memory of these events.

“and how did he like that, Mistress?”

“Well he kind of went crazy Slave….he was squeezing my breasts and nipples.  He does seem to like my breasts.”

And who wouldn’t?

Getting back to my theme today: I suppose now that Mistress has someone to tell her to kneel and suck his cock, or give her permission to come, I should avoid mission creep, stay in my lane, and focus on being as good a Slave as I can be.

Keeping it Smooth

Mistress is doing an excellent job of keeping herself smooth and available, all at the direction of Sir M. And Her Slave has been happy to enjoy the fringe benefits. So what that it means sometimes I am expected to help with teh personal grooming.

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A warm homecoming

This Slave finally made it home last evening. One teen was particularly glad to see me, and demanded the car keys within seconds of my “honey, I’m home” holler up the stairs.

Mistress also seemed glad to see me. I found her laying on the bed with her computer open, then rising for a kiss and a hug. It had been a long time since we were away from one another for two evenings. We had some catching up to do.

I dragged things out a bit, unpacking my bag, dispensing goodies from our nation’s capitol. Then stripping for Mistress.

“Ah….it’s good to see my cock again, Slave.”

Although she now has some cock variety, it’s nice to think that she still enjoys the old standby.

Soon we were in bed, my mouth doing what it likes to do to Mistress’s naked cunt until she was bucking and churning against my suctioning lips. Yum.

Her fingers lingered on my cock, assuring that it was ready for her before I was given permission to fuck her.

And as I mounted her I began the debriefing about her evening with Sir M that occurred while I was out of town.

“So, Mistress….is he a good kisser?”

I know that is important to Mistress, but something I had not asked about. It’s hard not to imagine her being taken in his arms for a passionate kiss when she arrives for her appointments.

“Yes, Slave he is … but he really does not kiss me much …. He usually goes straight to other things.”

“How about Wednesday night, Mistress?”

“Well he seemed rather desperate for me….he took me to his room and said ‘I want you completely naked, now.”

“And how does that make you feel, Mistress?”

By now I am pumping into Mistress, our legs entwined, pressuring against those favorite parts of mine, my grubby paws playing with her breasts, squeezing her nipples. And she is doing that irregular breathing that assures me that she is very aroused.

“Uhh …like a sex object, Slave.  Like I am being used for his pleasure….”

“And you like that, don’t you?”

“Oh yes, Slave…”

“What happened next, Mistress?”

He told me to kneel, and suck him, Slave.”

“You like it when his cock gets hard in your mouth, don’t you?”

“”Yes, Slave….I do.”

By now Mistress is getting close to another orgasm, and I focus on making sure it is a good one.

I figure I can continue this questioning later, when it’s time for mine.

HNT / Missing My Mistress

The Slave is in our nation's capitol still. Mistress is back in River City. We did talk last night after my dinner, and her engagement with Sir M.

Both of us were a little tired, so we did not ahve the energy for a "video chat" over our trusty Apple computers, the type involving the wanton display of body parts and voyeuristic abuse of body parts.

Plus it sounds as if Mistress's parts had sufficient wear and tear last night.

"How did your evening go, Mistress."

"Very nicely, Slave....I was a little late getting there, so we did not have as much time to play as we would ahve liked."

"Were you punished?"

"No .... he just kind of ....grabbed me when I arrived. Kissed me. Fed me a bit of a snack....then took me to his bedroom.... we mostly hung out there."

"Did you use those toys, Mistress?"

"No .... time was short.... I think he just wanted to get to the sex part."

"And how did that go, Mistress?"

"Well he told me to take my cloths off..."

"And did you?"

"Of course, Slave. He gives orders. I follow them."

"And then?"

"He told me to kneel and suck his cock..."

"How was that, Mistress?"

"Very nice, Slave.  I miss your cock tonight. But it was nice to have his in my mouth."

So I am imagining my Mistress. Naked. Kneeling. Her Dom feeding her his hardening cock. I have noticed the Mistress's skills in this area have ...developed ... over the last few months. I suppose practice and variety can enhance ones skills.

"Did you come for him Mistress?"

"Yes, Slave.   Of course."

By now my "tired" cock was twitching. But I did not want to press Mistress for permission. But I know that by this evening, when my dinner with relatives is done, I will be looking forward to that video chat.