One Lucky Mother******

It was just after 5pm. Mistress and I were walking a few blocks to a reception in our flat and not as dull as it used to be state capitol. The streets were crowded. Many folks were headed home, ready for the weekend to begin. And others were flocking to a raucous Gay pride festival winding up just north of downtown.

Mistress was wearing an electric blue one shouldered dress that fell just above the knee. It showed off her tempting body and delightful curves in a very appealing way.

As we passed along the sidewalk in front of the state capitol building, a rather bland marble edifice that looks like they still need to stick a dome on it, a homeless “gentleman” squatting on a park bench that he seems to have occupied for a dozen years, called out to me with a leer in his voice:

“Man, you are one lucky motherfucker.”

I waved and agreed. “You got that right, pal.”

And  of course, I am. A lovely, oh so sexy Mistress to squire about town. Our two surly teens off on another continent. And three weeks of “empty nesting” ahead of   us.

As we walked I asked Mistress about how her “date” with M had gone that afternoon, while I was stuck in a conference and she was idling away back in our hotel room.

I had heard them plan their get together  on the drive up that morning.

As she had chatted with him and  I listened to the USA  struggle for a nil – nil result against mighty Slovenia, I picked up some of the details. She was required to be naked in preparation for his call, the porn channel running, the Hitachi at the ready.

“I understand, M. No coming until you call. Only with your permission.”

It’s nice that someone can impose a little discipline on this horny little Mistress of mine.

As I sat at my conference, trying to concentrate with mixed results,  her text messages kept me up to date. The absence of a plug near the bed might require some adjustments…., and after they talked, she let me know she was now in need of my cock.  Frustrating.

When I got back to our hotel room to pick her up for that reception,  and dinner afterwards with some friends, there was no time to fuck, but I did see the Hitachi draped across a chair, parked in front of the TV.  It was like a crime scene.

And so, as we walked we talked about her little afternoon delight.

“So how many orgasms did he let you have, Mistress?”

“Four Slave….is that bad.”

“He is very indulgent of you, Mistress.”

“I suppose he is….but then it seems to get him off to hear me come at his command, Slave.”

No doubt it does.

“And did he play with himself throughout this little conversation?”

“Yes….he did.”

“Did you like that….the sounds he makes?”

“Yes, Slave. You men make very …interesting … sounds when you come like that…remember ….you used to do that for me when we had those video chat sessions….it’s very hot.”

And it was, being told by my Mistress to play with myself…to ask permission when I was ready to come…and be reminded that she needed to hear me vocalize my pleasure for her.  But I digress.

“What was he talking about as he made you come Mistress?”

“well he asked me to describe the porn on the screen …. And he has this fantasy going where I come with him as his slave to that Jamaican resort…that’ s always something that turns us both on, Slave.”

“You would like to be on his leash, wouldn’t you, Mistress. And to be taken whenever he wants you….in public.”

“Oh yes, Slave….”

At our reception, Mistress and her Master traded occasional text messages and photos of the evening’s activities. It’s fun to see them in touch, and she keeps me in on their banter, which makes her Slave feel included  as a part of this strange and kinky three-way.

We had dinner with some old friends. One of them brought up the name of a gentleman from Molly’s past, D, with whom she had a rather torrid affair in a prior life, before she met me.

I gave Mistress a sly raised eyebrow when that name came up. She once told me that D had the largest cock she had ever experienced, almost too large for her greedy little cunt. Almost. But not too large for her to go back for more.

I keep wondering if she will run into him here someday on her ventures to the state capitol, and if the memories of that large cock will have any subversive impact when she does see him again.

Finally, our evening of socializing was done. It had been since morning that I had last been allowed to fuck mistress. And though we were both tired and a little tipsy, I was not going to pass on the opportunity.

We snuggled close in bed, both naked. No tools or toys. Just two bodies anxious to mesh as one.

My fingers snaked between her legs and teased open her lips finding her soft, warm and liquid for me. She probably did miss that cock after all those Hitachi driven orgasms.

And after my fingers produced one orgasm, she was anxious to return the favor.

“Can I suck your cock, Slave?”

“Of course,, Mistress….you don’t need permission. It’s yours.”

Every Picture Tells a Story

I am always thrilled when Mistress stops by for some worship. The other day she wanted to share te thrill with her Master, our Western Correspondent. So as out ritual proceeded, Mistress had her I-phone in hand. I was told to snap a photo from the "slave's eye view", on my knees, her lucious clean shaven cunt open before me. The first photo did not meet her standards, so I was aasked to try again.

When she was finally pleased with the frame, I was placed on task - pleasing her with tongue and lips- while she sent it off to M.

Then she took this second photo to share with him (and you dear readers) her legs stretched  across my shoulders and back making sure I did not stray until my job was well done.

One benefit of these mid-day worship sessions is having the musky taste of my mistress on face and fingers for the rest of the work day.  Yum.

Another nice ritual we have been following on these warm weekday summer mornings is a little post bike ride worship.

Mistress likes an occasional early morning ride. Her Slave likes to exercise, but these aging bones and muscles prefer the afternoon. So as she rides I might peruse the paper or work on this blog.


When Mistress returns she is ripe with her exertions: it's hot and humid here in River City.

And I am one of those guys who likes the salty, semi-skunky taste of her ripened cunt after her hard ride is done. So I ask for permission to peal off the sodden tight black running shorts and get the full fragrant taste of her.  Double Yum.

And while riding mornings usually mean we are in a bit of a rush to get off to work, Mistress usually takes the time to allow me to indulge this desire.

Our final photo today shows what Mistress has packed for a little getaway we have planned for this evening. We are sleeping in a bit this morning, will go for a joint bike ride, then will drive up to our flat as a pancake state capitol. Mick has an afternoon conference to attend, Molly can lounge about our hotel room, then we are taking dinner with some friends this evening.

Molly has some very specific instructions from M: She was told to pack the Hitachi (all packed away as you can see) for a date they will a=have this afternoon while I am working. She was told to flip the Hotel TV set to some porn for a warm up act (no coming of course, not until he allows it), and be prepared to describe what she saw.

Mistress seemed more than happy to comply with these requests. And she is taking his "advice" on another matter.  I am told that I will be caged for the day.

So I guess it will be me trying to focus on my afternoon's work, while contemplating Mistress splayed across the hotel bed, responding to his verbal cues.  Could be a long day in that cage.

A Greedy Happy Girl/ HNT

Wednesday was NOT one of those sexual wash-out days in River City.

And because I woke a little later than normal (maybe because of being ridden so hard and well by My Mistress last night), I may only be able to touch on the highlights.

Morning….. Tight scheduling called for deployment of the highly efficient power tool. Mistress was on her tummy, the tool slid gently between her ass cheeks to find the right angle of attack. Soon Mistress was flexing those delicious thigh and ass muscles, and moaning into her pillow. Fortunately, there was just enough time for her to allow her devoted Slave permission to fuck her.

“Just be quick about it Slave….”

I was.

Afternoon…. Mistress had time to stop by my office for worship. And she seemed happy that her Master, M had been in touch. So her I-phone camera was out.

“Let’s send him some pictures, Slave….”

I snapped one from “Slave’s eye view”, me on my knees, she in her throne, legs spread and ready to be serviced by my mouth.

As I licked a bit, she inspected my work.

“Take another one Slave….”

I did and as I probed and sucked, she texted it off to him.

“That will drive him crazy, Mistress”

“Good….he did say he enjoyed the blog today, Slave”.

“I think he likes to think of me in that cage,….. with you needing HIM for your release, ….Mistresss….”

(It’s hard to speak too clearly when my mouth is engaged in pleasing Mistress, so imagine the breaks and mumbles).

“Mmmmm….maybe, Slave….”

While on the other side of her orgasm, Mistress snapped another picture, her legs hooked over my shoulders, extended over my back….I bet he liked that one too.

Evening…. When Mistress walked into my building’s lobby, where we meet before our commute home she was chatting on her phone.

“Ah….here’s the Slave….Mick, I’m on the phone with M. I’ve been so busy today we haven’t had time to talk….You don’t mind , do you?”

“Of course, not dearest”….I gave her a little kiss, and we headed down into my garage.

Mistress and M chatted most of the way home, and her flirty, fidgety demeanor was fun to watch….she laughed when I called them the “lovebirds” the other day in an email to both, but there is something very endearing about their banter.

And of course it had a certain cock twitching affect on me as I chauffeured Mistress home.

She had her legs extended onto the dash, her skirt hiked up so that her black panties were visible, allowing my fingers to graze her thigh and cunt as she spoke….

But when I teased her a bit with my fingers, she pushed them away.

“You wont believe what the Slave is doing now, M ….he’s driving with one hand and using his other hand to try and fondle my cunt.”

I could hear his voice and saw her own hand replace mine between her legs, bundled into a little fist, Not exactly playing with herself….but clearly enjoying the contact as she squirmed in her seat, listening to the words that capture her imagination so compellingly.

Though I am not sure how he does that while riding his bike home from work on some Western Highway.

Last night….Mistress and Slave took a bike ride, then went out for Sushi with our two daughters, who head this week for adventures in Europe. They were pleasant (for a change) and we will (sort of) miss them. Then again…. a few weeks in an empty nest has its appeal.

When dinner was done, Mistress had to wrap a present for a teen’s foreign “family”, but she noticed that M had left a text message indicating that he was out and about and would welcome another call from her. And who was I to object.

So there Mistress was, wrapping this gift, chatting with her remote Master about the little sexy email he had sent her, clearly inspired.

“Slave as offered to leave us alone, M, but I don’t think that’s right.”

I had. I Would have been perfectly content to go downstairs and let nature take its course. But Mistress would have none of it. So I sat about, trying to ignore their animated chatter and focus on other things.

But after about 15 minutes, my twitching cock had gotten me to a point where sitting idly by and reading the Times just was not working for me. It would either be “step out” or engage. I elected to engage.

Mistress was not getting too far with her wrapping project…. A little too antsy for fine motor skills? So I took over the project, finished the job, leaving us a cleared off bed.

“Why don’t you lay down, Mistress”, I whispered, indicating that she was going to be worshipped.

So that’s how I found myself on my knees, face buried between her legs, as Mistress lay back on the bed, continuing her conversation.

“You won’t believe this M….Slave is licking my cunt. I didn’t even have to ask him….”

The talked on, but I could tell things had turned from the mundane to the kinky.

“He says to suck my clit….very hard Slave.”

“He’s doing it….yes.”

I sure would have enjoyed hearing what the other side of this conversation. But instead it went something like:

“Yes. …M ….. I would like that.”

“Yes….M….of course, I would.”


And then Mistress was churning and exploding against my mouth.

“He’s good at this M I know it’s not your thing….but Slave is addicted. To my juices, aren’t you Slave?”

And she reported back some of the things he had to say, as they discussed whether women taste different down there (we both agreed they certainly do).

“He tells me he’s tasted some that did not make you want to go back for more, Slave.”

Amen, brother. Been there. Tasted that.

And all the while, I kept licking. And Mistress kept squirming.

At some point, maybe 10 minutes after the first orgasm, Mistress reported the ongoing action.

“In case you are interested, He’s still licking me M.”

And her foot stretched down to fondle my cock through my jeans with her wiggling toes.

“Ummm….and his cock’s hard too….he must be a little frustrated ….”

Well, I suppose I was. But at least I was a part of the action.

By now M had been to a liquor store, stopped at a bar for two shots of Tequilla and was back on his bike headed home.

“I figure you will tell me when to stop, Mistress,” I said, between strokes with my tongue.

“Why would I do that Slave….this is fun. I have you between my legs, and him in my ear.”

And then it started again. His words quieted to a low murmur. Her voice turning all mushy, distant, and oh so submissive. And then her explosion against my mouth, her thighs gripping my head for dear life as she moaned into the phone. Then laughed with him after it was over.

“He says I’m a happy, greedy girl, Slave.”

“That you are, Mistress.”

The conversation continued. He shared his recipe for chili rellenos, a favorite of ours, and told he where to get the best tamales on the Rockies.

I kept licking. By now it was a challenge. I would keep it up until she directed otherwise. Though my neck was getting a little tight….All in a Slave’s work, I told myself.

And before M’s bike ride ended there was one more sexy, quiet and compelling interlude that had Mistress coming again against my mouth.

“Enough Slave”.

She sat up. Put a hand on my neck and began to kneed it. Nice.

“I’m rubbing his neck, M. He’s been a good Slave tonight.”

“He says I should make you insert that little white probe Slave and let you fi=uck me hard tonight as a reward.”

“Of course, Mistress.”

“And he says he likes to tell us both what to do….”

“No doubt.”

And later that evening, after the phone call ended, Mistress did ride me hard, pumping against me, her parts well used and a little tender, but still greedy and apparently very happy.

But I had a few more questions as she fucked me…

“So what was he telling you that made you come so hard, Mistress….?”

This asked as she was grinding herself hard against me, riding my cock like she was in the final stretch at Churchill Downs.

“He had me on a leash, Slave….at some resort in Jamaica. I was naked. Everyone was. I was his Slave. Everyone knew it. And he was making me suck his cock, then fucking me in public. “

And as she repeated the story, asking if I would like to witness this debauchery first hand, she came in that groaning , sobbing way that takes both of our breaths away.

Exhausted, she rolled over to let me finish the job. And I was happy to oblige.

I just hope M’s evening ending just as satisfactorily.

Long Day in Mistress's Cage.

Around 10 pm last night, Mistress “remembered” that my cage was still locked on tight.

Whether it’s the coaching she is receiving, or her own sense of mischief, she seems to be finding good excuses to keep me locked away longer than normal these days.

Mistress wanted some early exercise yesterday morning. So we passed on our usual morning sex, and she was out the door with her cute little helmet and tight black riding shorts by 6:30 or so.

I am not an early morning exercise guy. So I exercised my fingers on yesterday’s blog instead.

When she returned she had that sweaty sheen that comes when you combine a couple of rigorous hill climbs with our humid, semi-skunky, Midwestern river valley summer air.

“Can I read your blog, Slave?”, she asked, as she peeled out of the clingy and soaked black sports bra.

“Of course, Mistress.”

As she took up the laptop, laying across the bed, I helped her peel away those equally damp riding shorts, and went about my duty.

“Sorry if I’m a little grimy and sweaty down there, Slave.”

“No problem, Mistress. “

And while her cunt was certainly “ripe”, I was happy to enjoy all those salty and sweet flavors mingled together.

Mistress scrolled through the blog. I lapped and sucked away until she was “done” in both respects.

She patted my head, and said.

“Sorry we won’t have time to fuck this morning Slave.”

“No problem, Mistress.”

We showered together, and Mistress teased me a bit with her lovely, dripping body. Then as we dried, Mistress reminded me it would be a “cage” day. We were driving separately and well ….that’s the rule.

The work day passed uneventfully. Mistress was busy with a variety of meetings and so was I. And when we got home it would be a quick prep for dinner for 10, a little family gathering before our surly teens head off to summer adventures.

I shucked corn and marinated salmon, then came upstairs to see Mistress as she changed from work to her casual cloths for dinner. Our guest would arrive in about 20 minutes.

“Would you like me to worship, Mistress?”

“That would be nice, Slave….”

So she cleared some space on the bed and lay down, legs spread and drooping over the side, making room for my attention.

I enjoyed the time of my devotions to her and she seemed to enjoy the orgasm it produced.

“Well I could take off your cage now Slave……but maybe I will just leave it on until after dinner….”

“It’s up to you, Mistress….”

“Of course it is, Slave.”

Dinner was nice. No family quarrels or slights, which is always an accomplishment.

And it was about 10 pm by the time the company left and we had cleaned up the mess they left behind.

Mistress was lounging in bed, checking emails and facebook commentary. I stripped for bed too. And it’s then she remembered the cage.

“Oh dear, Slave….you’ve been in there all day, haven’t you?”

She reached for the key, and gently helped me shed my stainless steel contraption.

“Do you like having it on me all day like that, Mistress?”

Yes…I do. It makes me feel powerful.”

“And you are, Mistress.”

“Why don’t you go insert your device….(the little white probe that gets lubed up and inserted in my ass) …. I want a particularly hard cock tonight.”

And of course, I obeyed.