Oops!

Molly and Mick are headed to our undisclosed location in the great southwest for a week of child free vacation.  We invited our Western Correspondent to join us, with or without the mysterious B. But, alas, it seems he is unavailable. Maybe next time.

But Mistress did report an interesting conversation today that I hereby add to the annals of our amusing interactions for our readers' diversion.

It went something like this, as we were driving through ehavy River City traffic to get to the airport for our escape.

"M had a bike accident today, Slave....while we were talking on the phone."

"Huh...how did that happen?"

"Well, one minute we were talking...and then he was suddenly cut off."

"You were talking while he was riding his bike?"

"Yes, Slave ....he calls me sometimes when he's riding his bike to his office."

(I know, This is sounding like an Irish Spring commercial. Manly, yes. But kind of stupid too. )

"So, anyway, when he called back, he said he had an accident. Broke his mirror."

"Crazy, Mistress. we're you talking about something smutty?"

"Hmmm...I think we were."

I could imagine M being a little distracted by their sex chat, then losing control as he tries to entice Mistress to paw herself in some wanton way.

"Hope he's OK, Mistress. You don't want to lose him to some semi-tractor before you get a chance to ride his cock, do you?"



Mistress agreed, but was reassuring.

"He seemed OK when we talked later, Slave."

Maybe our Western Correspondent needs to park his bike before commencing his sex chat in the future.

HNT/ Whos's Pulling the Strings?

Slave got home a bit earlier than his Mistress after work yesterday.

There was some lawn mowing to be done and it was the hottest, skankiest day of the summer. But we are heading out to some dryer mountain air this evening, and this was a task that could not wait until our return.

By the time Mistress got home, I was dripping, but my job was done.

The plan was a bike ride to our pool, where Mistress would do her laps and I would soak away the grime then read the Times. Maybe even a nap was in store.

But when Mistress walked in, all fresh and commanding in a black top and pants from her day at the office, she had other instructions.

“Uhhh…Slave. I have been talking to M and he’s given me some …..instructions to follow.”

“Yes, Mistress?”

I suspected this could be an interesting diversion.

“When he heard you were out mowing, I think he felt a little sorry for you. He told me to command you to come inside, strip for me, and that I was supposed to ride your cock….’ride it hard’ he said.”

“Well, I’m already inside, Mistress….but I thought you wanted to go to the pool?”

I could tell Mistress was a bit conflicted. She did want some exercise….but she felt some strange need to follow his directions.

And I must say I liked being the little puppet in their game.

“Why don’t you strip slave. Then lay down and get it hard for me ….NOW.”

I snapped to….sliding out of my sodden T-shirt, and shorts.

“I am a little gamey, Mistress….are you sure you want me this way.”

“Oh, I think that’s what he had in mind, Slave.”

I lay down, and began to touch my cock. It’s not a privilege I usually have these days. And the thought that Mistress was compelling me, because he was compelling her ….well that was no hindrance.

She looked at me as she was shedding her work attire, and taking off her face paint.

“Get it hard for me, Slave. I don’t want to have to take the time to do it myself.”

“It won’t be a problem, Mistress.”

Naked, she approached our bed.

I had a sense that Mistress was acting out their little fantasy as she unceremoniously straddled me, and let her already moist cunt swallow the product of my efforts.

I guess this was not one of those encounters where foreplay was de rigeur.

“Good job, Slave”, she murmured as she rode me. “Now put your hands on my hips ….”

I knew how to follow orders, using my grip to pull her even closer to me.

She rode me for several minutes before exploding with a moan, then rolling off me to allow me to mount her for a while. All that cock riding can wear on a Mistress.

It had been a long day at work, And I was enjoying this unexpected engagement. So I was in no hurry, and began a slow and relaxed fucking of my seemingly (at least for now) contented Mistress.

I enjoy hearing the little sounds she makes as I take her this way, playing with a nipple , or maybe backing off a bit to allow my fingers to toy with her clit, driving her up and over to another orgasm that way.

But in the midst of all that, as we talked about a fantasy M had sent her earlier in the day (involving him taking her over her desk in her office), Mistress surprised me:

“I want to ride your cock some more Slave. Roll over. ”

Hmmm. M had really gotten under her skin today.

Soon she was back on top of me again, making like Teddy Roosevelt assaulting San Juan Hill in his Roughrider days. .

“I think you’re imagining riding M’s cock now, Mistress.”

“Does that bother you, Slave?”

“No, Mistress…on evening’s like these I am happy to serve as his surrogate….”

When Mistress finally came this time it was one of those sobbing classics that had her face all red as she held back her tears, shaking with her pleasure. I rolled her over carefully, and finished the job that way, thankful for the privilege of providing that handy, dandy surrogate cock in her time of need.

And there was still a little daylight left for that bike ride.

Mistress Gets an Email from our Western Correspondent

Mistress woke with her red cuffs still locked in place yesterday morning, remnants of our evening’s rehearsal for the upcoming, Naked Sunday.

We will be out west at our little mountain hideaway, far from prying eyes. The plan is that on this particular switch day, Mistress will remain naked, restrained and subject to hourly orgasms with the assistance of our power tool (need to remember to pack it!). M will be free to dial in for any sessions he may want to have with her.

And because our patio is very private, Mistress will have the opportunity to obscure some of those tan lines.

When I woke Mistress, it was to allow her to read yesterday’s blog entry, as my tongue and lips caressed her tasty parts, particularly salty from the previous night’s activities.

And then she allowed me to take her, as my reward.

When we concluded, and before hopping in our shower, Mistress opened her email and found an inspiring little fantasy from M, apparently sent in the middle of the mountain night. I suspect we fed his imagination with some of the scandalous photos we had send the night before, and Mistress’s own email to him describing her “plight”.

Here are those messages, in sequence:

From Molly to M:

Subject: current situation

I think that I told you that slave went easy on me yesterday.

So when we got home this evening, we went on a bike ride and I took an extra loop.

He told me to come in through the basement naked. He had a trap laid for me, etc. I am now in leather cuffs, collar and leash and naked for the night.

Thought you might be interested.
Molly.

Here is M’s response:

Hey baby woke up,

just had sex with B, had a fantasy.

Was wishing you were here, and crawled into bed between B and I. Naked and our slave.

We would each take a nipple in our mouths and our fingers, would both spread you wide open and get you nice and wet.

Then I would pull you on top of me, and bury my cock in your pussy as B pushed her finger deep into your ass and spanked your bottom.  

B would order you to cum on my beautiful cock.  She would grab your hair and demand that you cum right now, while she was driving that finger hard up your ass.  B does love to drive her finger hard up some one's ass and make them cum hard!

After you came she would pull you off my cock by the hair, and push your face down on my cock, demanding that you clean it good.  

"Suck it clean, Slave" she would order.

B would get up on all fours and put you under her, sucking her clit,  69 style, and licking my shaft and balls  as I fucked her from behind.  She would press the hitachi against your clit as you serviced us.

She would say "M is going to pull his cock out of me and cum in your mouth Molly and you are going to swallow every drop and suck his cock clean!"  as I exploded in your mouth.

Then we would all fall asleep with you between us ...  The two of us would be wrapped around you with  my cock pressed right up between the cheeks of you ass. and your face buried between B's beautiful breasts, her hand behind your head pulling your face to her breasts.

I would wake up in the middle of the night with a huge erection, and push my hard cock in u from behind as B pulled your pretty little mouth onto one of her big beautiful nipples to suck.  B would place your finger on her clit and demand that you satisfy her while her husband fucked you .

Then B would demand that you get up on all fours and suck her clit... she would want to hear the sounds you will make as I fuck you in the ass.

What a hot fantasy that was baby.

sweet dreams buttercup.

your friend M

Mistress seemed a little flustered by this fantasy. The thought of being the focus of all that attention must have had a profound appeal. And sadly, it was time for her Slave to get off to work. No time for round two.

But to torment me a bit, she emailed me a copy to contemplate as I tried to focus on my mundane work projects through the day.

“Maybe you can work this into tomorrow’s blog, Slave.”

“It’s always nice to have some fresh material, Mistress.”

So it should come as no shock the very first thing that happened at the end of the day, when we found ourselves back in our temporarily empty nest, involved a quick stripping away of our work costumes and my devoted worship of Mistress’s needy little cunt.

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Dress Rehearsal

We’ve been talking so much about our upcoming “Naked Sunday”, planned for our upcoming vacation at our Western undisclosed location, that it seemed right to do a dress rehearsal, right here in River City.

After all, the kids are away. Let the kinksters play.

So when Mistress decided to take an extra lap on her bike lat night, and I decided to pass (nothing like a long hill climb when the temperature / humidity are both in the 90’s), I told her that when she came upstairs, I wanted her naked.

I was exercising my deferred switch privileges.

And as she rode for another 20 minutes or so, I laid my trap for her, collecting various implements, and waited for her in our living room.

And like the dutiful slut she longs to be for the right Master, she soon was marching up the stairs naked, having shed those sweaty bike shorts and top as I had required.

I allowed her a brief trip to the Loo. And a cold glass of water.

Then I locked on the red leather cuffs, along with a black collar, linking her hands in front.


“Do we really need the lock for the collar, Slave?”

“doesn’t it seem more permanent that way, Mistress?”

“I suppose it does.”

I positioned her at the end of a sofa with a rather high back, spread her legs, and tied them off to the legs with torn towel strips. Soft but secure.

“What are you doing to me, Slave?”

“A little pain. And some rewarding pleasure, Mistress.”

And, of course, a photo for our readers.

I switched between the riding crop and our power tool, until Mistress was tender, squirmy and whining. But no orgasm. Not just yet.

I released her and pulled her across my lap on that couch. Her hands still bound. The power tool at the ready.

And then I began to spank her.

“I know I can’t do this as well as M would, Mistress. He’d be much crueler. Why don’t you imagine how he would spank you in his little mountain cabin until he wrung the last bit of resistance from you.”

“That would be ….interesting, Slave.”

Soon her little bottom was very red, and she was crying out her discomfort. But I was feeling merciful. And the cock buried beneath her was growing needy. So I picked up the power tool, switched it on, and thrust it between those glowing ass cheeks.

The shift in tactics took Mistress by surprise.

And soon she was humping away on my lap, before descending into one of those orgasms that had her moaning and convulsing with such force that I had to hug her close to me for fear that she might land on the floor.

But soon that’s where she was.

Squatting between my knees, Sucking on my cock.

Being a master for the evening does have its rewards.

She’s had a good deal of practice at cock sucking lately. First with her initial “Sir M”, sadly left behind by her infatuation with our Western Correspondent. And she seems to enjoy practicing on me after M fills her head with his own fantasies of her taking his hard cock in her soft mouth. And who am I to object.

One of our readers recently asked “What happened to her starter Dom?”

I suppose only Mistress knows the full story on that. In my opinion it was a lack of commitment to fully enslaving Mistress. He let her slip out of his clutches. Silly.

But she does have some good stories to recall from their several encounters. And as she sucked my cock, I asked her to recount how she did it for him.

“On my knees, Slave. He liked it that way.”

That seemed to get both of our motors running at a higher RPM, and Mistress was soon on her back, bound hands over her head, as I rammed myself into her.

“I think you like taking in charge, Slave,” Mistress opined as I fucked her with considerable force.

“I do….but I’m not sure you would trust me to be your full time Master, Mistress.”

“No….I really can’t trust you, can I ….plus I like having a Slave. So get used to it.”

Of course, I am used to it. I love it.

But these occasional switches have their charm.

When we had finished our business on the living room floor, I let Mistress know that she would remain naked, bound and collared for the rest of the evening. There was even a little rope leash for me to move her about the house with.

As I prepared dinner, I instructed Mistress to compose an email to M describing her “plight”. (cruel teasing, I know, but then it wouldn’t be right to ‘borrow’ his slave for the evening without fill him in on the action). She typed away on her laptop at our kitchen counter, her bound wrists seeming to allow enough range of motion to get the job done. And later I sent M some photos of her on that leash, to help fuel his imagination..

After dinner (grilled salmon and some stir fried green beans) We settled onto our couch to watch the conclusion of Treme on HBO.

Mistress was afforded a blanket, since it was getting a little chilly in the AC. But she was still bound at the wrists, and on her leash. And every ten minutes or so, during those raucous musical interludes, I switched on the Hitachi to “force” yet another orgasm from her.

By evenings end she must have hit 10, I would guess.

Poor Slave.

When the show concluded with a moving second line, Mistress conceded that she was sleepy. It had been a hard night for her, but she had endured.

Though she offered to clean the kitchen first.

Of course, I insisted on taking on those duties and sent Mistress up to bed.

“You’re purely a decorative Slave, Mistress. Let the field Slave handle the mess.”

You’ll be happy to know that Mistress slept in those red cuffs though. I think they are growing on her.