The advantages of car pooling.

These last few weeks, Molly and Mick have done something never experienced over 20 years together: ride to and from work together. In the past we commuted in different directions. And for several years the commute built up a whole lot of frequent flyer miles.

But now we work just a few blocks from one another in River City’s “seen better days” downtown.

As you would expect, Slave drives. Mistress lounges feet up on the dash, checking emails and twitter. Updating her calendar. And more recently, texting our Western correspondent, and her new “Master”, M.

Yesterday, on the way home, Mistress brought me up to date on their latest mutual fantasy. And I guess I share a bit of the blame for planting the seed of this one.

The sequence as this developed went something like this:

Earlier this week, in an effort to entice M and B to meet us over July 4^th on our undisclosed Mountain location, Mistress suggested some hiking would be on the agenda.

By email to both of them, I tossed on the following image:

Molly nude, hands tied behind her, leather collar, leash, tevas. M holding the leash.

M worked this into a more fully developed fantasy – which I assume had played a role in some of their phone sex, and Mistress’s outrageously horny demeanor these last few days.

On the drive home last night, Mistress scrolled through her emails and summarized some bits of it.

“He would take us to a trail head with no cars.  Then, in the parking lot, he would have me strip, Slave.”

“Yes, that’s how I suggested things would start, Mistress….guess I am a little crazy.”

“No, Slave. Glad you have such a twisted imagination.”

“And then?”

“I told him that it would be fine with me naked. I don’t burn easily.”

It’s true, Mistress has a very dark complexion. She and Barack could be siblings.

“But he would be careful about that. He said he would slather me with sunscreen before we hit the trail.”

I imagined Mistress bent over the hood of the car, M’s fingers smearing a nice coating of Number 15 in places not likely to get too much ultra violet rays. Unless she was staked out in a grassy meadow somewhere.

“And then, Mistress?”

“He’d stash my cloths in a backpack, other than my shoes. I could wear those.”

“Did he mention a leash.”

“No, Slave.  But the thought of that …. Ummmm.”

“What else, Mistress?”

“He said that as we hiked he would use me whenever he wanted. However he wanted. Wherever he wanted.”

“Did that make you horny, Mistress?”

“What do you think, Slave?”

With that she reached across the console, her hand landing between my legs. She liked what she found.

‘Seems like the story has a similar effect on you, Slave.”

The evidence spoke for itself.

She picked up her I-phone and snapped the photo above. Then she texted it off to M.

As previously noted, Mistress is a tease.

HNT / Mistress Exercises Her Sub Side Impulses

The photo was taken during a pre-Thanksgiving road trip for some early season skiing in southern Colorado. I remember it coming at the height of Mistress’s infatuation with E, the former college lover who popped up one day in her inbox, but turned out to be, shall we say, rather shallow. Entries from last November will bring you up to date with that backstory.

But E did arouse Mistress’s interest in the whole submission thing, which we worked to a mutual sexual lather. And I recall that day, and our night in a low rent road side motel near Pagosa Springs, as a “can you believe this shit” extravaganza. Six times in 24 hours. It may be a record that we will never even try to challenge again.

Well, never say never.

The picture came up last evening after Mistress was paging through her E collection to send some choice shots to our Western correspondent, her new Master, M.

She showed me her selection. This one draped over a picnic table surrounded by fall snow in a high mountain pass; another shot of her tied to lounge chair on the patio at our Western undisclosed location, collecting some rays last summer. She was doing her best to entice M, make him crazy, as crazy as she has become.

How crazy you ask?

Yesterday, we drove to work separately. As she was walking to her car, about to head home, she called me at my office.

“Well you may not approve of this, Slave….but I have an interesting story for you.”

“I can’t imagine that I would not approve, Mistress….but now I am very curious.”

“Do you want to know now, or when we get home?”

“How about a preview, Mistress?”

“Well….let’s just say that I got him off from the office, Slave.”

“And you?”

“Me too, Slave….”

Argh.

“Well since I have the cage on, and it’s feeling very tight already, maybe you should save the details until later, Mistress.”

As it turns out I got home before she did. She had to make a pit stop for nail maintenance. But my mind had her on the phone with M, debriefing, or maybe even re-enacting their afternoon adventure.

I was up in our room when Mistress climbed the stairs, chatting casually on the phone.

She smiled at me.

“It’s our friend, M”, she said to me, giddy with a certain sexy delight.

Then, back into the phone, “Well I need to tend to my husband, now….. talk to you later. I will look at the map….maybe we can find somewhere in between….”

The door closed, Mistress, had that needy look. My cage was unlocked. (At last).

I heard the additional details on my knees, my face parked between Mistress’s legs. She was already wet and ready for me.

They involved Mistress sequestered in a private loo at her office.

“Did you go there because he required it, Mistress?”

“Yes, Slave…he insisted.”

“And did he ‘handle’ himself too, Mistress?”

“Yes, Slave. I could hear him as he came. He was very vocal.”

I suspect he was.

“He had me take a picture, Slave. And he sent me one too.”

Sure enough. Later she showed me the photos on her I phone, texted back and forth: her open lips; his cock.

She has it bad.

After Mistress came, she wanted my cock.

“Let me suck it Slave.”

She did, with long slow strokes along its hard shaft, as I stood there beside the bed.

I was aching for her.

And it was still Abstinence day.

And all the talk and her warm mouth made me all the more desperate for her.

“Maybe I should make you come in my mouth, if you really want a break from Abstinence Day.”

You may think this is odd, but that’s a hard one for me.

“But wouldn’t you like a hard cock to fuck you, Mistress.”

“Well, If you put it that way, Slave….”

On this occasion, Mistress’s resolve was compromised, no doubt as a result of all that remote foreplay.

Wondering if Mistress's Abstinence Resolve will Crumble.

I am wearing my cage today.

Mistress has an early meeting out in the burbs, so not driving together today. So Mistress is exercising her right to make sure I don’t get into trouble. No problem there from me. Mistress has gone pretty easy on me of late, so a day in the cage will hardly be burdensome. Just a nice reminder of who is n charge.

The more challenging part is Mistress’s decision to re-impose my abstinence day today. It’s a rule that has been honored only in the breach of late. Buy considering our heightened level of sexual activity the last few days, it might be particularly hard to forego my privileges to fuck Mistress’s tight little cunt today.

Yeah, I know that is counter-intuitive. All this sex seems like it deserves a 24 hour “time out” every now and then to recharge my aging male testosterone reserves.

But I find that the more I do it, the more I want to do it. Crazy. I guess it’s the way a runner needs more and more miles to keep finding that elusive “runners’ high”. But it’s not as hard on your knees.

In any event, it has been a crazy couple of days here in River City.

Mistress’s hot infatuation with our Western correspondent has gotten her into a state where she oozes sexuality and is horny as hell. She is a potential threat to any man she encounters. .And I have the (fortunate) task of trying to keep her satisfied so that she does not go off the deep end, jump on a plane headed west, and show up at this lucky stud’s office and demand to be fucked across his desk. Preferably from behind.

It’s a tough job, but someone has to do it .

So Monday morning – she’s up early enough and we have quick but satisfying sex before heading to work.

On the way home that day, she talks about some texts from her friend, and seems to be fidgeting in her seat.

She had also gotten an email from her local Dom, anxious to set up their next date. Mistress was torn a bit. She seems so focused on Western M that it may be ahrd for her to re-focus on the cock closer at hand.

When we got home, Worship promptly, ensued – me on my knees, her legs spread, bike shorts hanging from one ankle - before we head out for our bike ride. It was required just to take her edge off.

Later that evening, after dinner, we had a chance for a more prolonged encounter. She was pleasured with my lips once again, and then I fucked her properly, pounding into her with an intermittent pace – a little faster, then a little slower. I was trying to give Mistress several orgasms to allow her to sleep well. And all along we chatted about what was on her mind.

“You’d like to be at his mercy, wouldn’t you Mistress….”

“Yes, Slave….I would.”

“You want him to make you beg for those orgasms, don’t you Mistress?”

“Yes Slave…I would ….maybe you should let him know.”

(Mistress thinks this is all a big conspiracy – that I have fed Western M the inside intelligence required to enthrall Mistress. Not so. Other than the clues that he might pick up as a fan o’ the blog, he’s been on his own.)

Soon we were both over the edge, me collapsed on top of her, and hoping this remedy would get her through the night.

Tuesday the cycle seemed to accelerate. I pleased her with my mouth, She allowed me a quick fuck to accommodate her early meeting at work. Then we were out the door.

On the way to work I suggested that maybe she and Western M should figure away to have phone sex during work hours.

“Maybe you should get him to jack off for you, Mistress. It would only be fair.”

“Hmm….I have never done that before Slave. You and he are the story tellers.”

I reminded her of the phone and video sex chats we used to have when we were commuting.

“I am sure you can find the words, Mistress. All you need to do is describe how hot he makes you and what to do to his cock.”

Waiting for a report on that one.

At lunch time, Mistress was over to my office for some worship. She took a funny picture of the scene to taunt her distant lover, and texted it off to him, even as I was sucking at her cunt.

On the way home, Mistress told me that M described a cabin in the mountains where he would like to take her someday for a weekend of enslavement. And, fool that I am, I had no problem with that.

“Tell him you don’t need my permission. It’s in our contract. I will even throw in the bondage equipment.”

And of course Mistress promptly texted this good news to M. No doubt he thinks we are insane.

At home, Mistress was again desperate for some worship, even before our bike ride. And when I was done, she needed my cock too. So we had a “quicky” before sliding our bike shorts back on.

This morning, Mistress had another early meeting. SO she was up early. I heard her rustling around so came up with my computer and coffee to join her in bed. She was giggling about some emails she and M had exchanged, reading me the “good” parts. When she was done I was allowed to please her with my lips and tongue.

She had told M that it was my Abstinence Day. He replied by questioning her resolve.

“I’ll bet he ends up getting some….”

But at least this morning, Mistress’s resolve held. Though she seemed tempted.

After I finished pleasing her, she reached down and noticed that my cock was stretching out a bit.

“Hmmmm. Looks good Slave.”

She bent over, took it in her mouth. I could feel the cool touch of her lips and the maddening stroke of her hot tongue. My cock was quickly at full alert.

But just as quickly she pulled away, climbed out of bed and wrapped herself in her fluffy green terry robe.

“Sorry….but I do need to get in the shower, Slave. Remember, no touching while I am gone”.

Arggh. But of course, I obeyed.

You will not be surprised that it took a few minutes for me to get ready to put this cage on.

Day of Rest?

Sunday Afternoon….

After one of those Sunday morning switch sessions where Mistress is forced to endure a cunning mix of pain, frustration and forced orgasms, it’s not unusual for us to take the “day of rest” concept at its word. But by Sunday afternoon, Mistress was a horny little vixen, and was not to be denied. And who was I to deny her?

Not surprisingly, her prurient mood was stoked by our western correspondent. After we both tended to some weekend errands, we had settled onto our deck. Summer had finally arrived in River City and it was hot and humid.  Mistress planned to recharge her solar batteries and get some color for her killer legs, the ones that go au natural these days. 

The teens were off to a water park, Mistress was reading a book. I was paging through the Times. Then the chime of her text message began to ring.

“He says he won on the golf course again, Slave.”

It’s nice that she keeps me updated.

“He probably would like a blow job as a reward, Mistress.”

I heard her tapping away.

“I told him that if I was there, I would give him a blow job for the win.”

I imagined tM and me involved in a golf match, him prevailing. And oral sex from Molly  was our stakes. Molly would have been happy to kneel on the 18^th green to pay off.

“You are a flirt, Mistress”.

“Does all this bother you, Slave. Should I be paying more attention to you, instead.”

“No…it’s fine by me. It seems to make you happy, Mistress. And for some crazy reason it makes me hot too….”

Yes, I was stirring down there again.

“It does Slave….kind of makes me giddy.”

It’s fun to see this crush Mistress has developed, up close and personal.

And it was not long afterwards that Mistress, her juices flowing, suggested we adjourn to our bedroom.

And the Hitachi was on her mind.  (We should be getting regular product placement checks by now.)

“I think I want it again, Slave…do you mind?”

Of course not. Why not let the machine do the work.

I switched it on, and pressed it against her. But there was one thing more.

“Let’s take a picture for him, Slave.”

Why not. I suspected I would not be getting any that afternoon, but for his little provocateur text messages.

We snapped a shot of the business end of the Power Tool pressed against Mistress’s naked cunt. Then she texted it off to him.

She really is a tease.

This time I felt no need to prolong the “agony”. And Mistress seemed grateful, on her back, pumping her leaking pussy hard against it, building herself to a whopper of an orgasm that had her face all red when I was done.

I asked permission and she allowed me to fuck her. I climbed on top, my cock needing no further encouragement than the sight of her own climax and the friction it enjoyed against he luscious thigh.  I worked at it for a while, hoping to get her off one more time before it was my time to beg.

But she had her own idea.  

“Let me get on top, Slave.”

Hmmm. She was needy. Wanted one of those big ones that only comes with her riding me, grinding away against me, cock buried deep inside.

“Of course, Mistress….and if it helps, feel free to imagine what it would be like to ride M’s cock….”

That seemed to get her going all the more.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you, Mistress….”

“Yes, Slave. I would. Is that bad?”

“No Mistress….not at all.”

All I had to do was lay there, and sqeeze a nipple or two, as she built herself to a very big one, grinding hard and desperately against me, until she carried herself  over the top, moaning, lurching down against me. Then she  rode me a bit more, her fingers toying with my balls…I was close myself, but could tell she was exhausted.

We flipped over, me driving into her now, and not long thereafter, begging to come.

Afterwards, we slept a bit, in a heap.

I guess the “day of rest” thing can sometimes be honored in the breach.