Bon Voyage, Mistress

Mistress is all packed and ready to go.

There have been some ongoing discussions about the volume of her bag. Slave is one of those guys who believes that on a long, overseas trip you only bring clothing or other items you can leave behind, returning with a lighter bag than you left with, while still leaving room for items acquired along the way. (The best example of this was when we left two old, already replaced pair of skis at the base of a ski lift in Northern Italy years ago, considerably lightening our load for the return flight.).

Mistress, on the other hand, takes the position that she has no “disposable” clothing items that she has not already disposed of. In other words, she’s not going to be caught dead touring even the bleakest of European destinations without costumes that suit her lovely visage.

I did get her to slim her bag down to no more than two pair of jeans (from three), and five black T-shirts (from the original seven). Let’s just hope that her mother has arranged for sherpas as they travel from town to town.

Of course, there were some items that needed to be added to the bag, at her personal trainer’s request. And I was assigned the task of rounding them up.

“M says I need to pack my butterfly vibrator and two clothes pins Slave….though I am still awaiting instructions.”

That was Sunday. (I will give you a more complete description of our Switch Day activities, as part of my EdenFantasies.com product review).

But by yesterday afternoon, the WC’s instructions had been coveyed, at least by word of mouth. On the way home, Mistress explained the “rules” that M had imposed, which, I must say, seem a little confusing and subject to manipulation.

“He says everyday I have to flip a coin. But you have to make the call ahead of time, via text or email … you know “heads, or tails”. He acknowledges it’s an honor system.”

See, I’m already a little confused.

“And what happens if you “win” Mistress?”

“I get to play with myself, and have as many orgasms as I want…. But I have to have at least one.”

“And if you lose?”

“I have to put the clothespins on my nipples, and can’t take them off until I have at least three orgasms, Slave.”

Ouch.

“How are you going to organize getting the privacy to do all that, Mistress.”

She will be traveling with her Mother and Sister, after all, and quarters could be close.

“Not sure, Slave…. I guess I am going to have to look for my chances, maybe slip into the bathroom.”

Now this will be interesting.

But M, I would encourage you to put your instructions into writing. She has been known to wheedle and take advantage of any ambiguity, sort of like that sleazy football Coach at Ohio State in the doggy sweater. You’d better make your instructions clear and unambiguous if you expect compliance from my Mistress.

In packing, Mistress did find in her bag a souvenir from the 2008 Presidential campaign, acquired from a clever political action committee. Here’s a shot of that specially branded prophylactic device.

“You might as well take it Mistress …. Maybe you’ll run into someone interesting on your travels, so it makes sense to be prepared."

After all, she still has not sampled an uncircumcised cock.

“Good idea, Slave…. better safe than sorry.”

So it seems that Mistress is ready to go. It’s not just a cruel hoax. I’m taking her to the airport this afternoon.

Not meaning to sound like a whiner, but it will be very strange, and certainly lonely, not to have my lovely Molly next to me in bed tonight. By my calculation, we’ve never been a part for this many days and nights since sometime in the Presidency of George H.W. Bush, even before we actually “outed” ourselves and moved in together. Even when we did our hideous commute, from River City to the Sunshine State, we never were apart for more than a 4 or 5 days. So we are embarking on unexplored territory here.

Last night, our impending separation finally sunk in.

When we got home from work, I made sure she got in two little cums as I worshipped her from my knees, her legs splayed across our bed.

After a bike ride and dinner, We clung a little more closely than normal watching a DVD about some locales where she will be traveling. And when it became clear we were getting sleepy, the show was turned off before the end, so we had plenty of time for our usual nocturnal activities.

But this was a little more robust, and a little more desperate than “normal”.

“Why don’t you go put in your device. Slave, so I get the extra hard cock.”

“Of course, Mistress….”

And when her well manicured fingers made sure it really was extra hard, Mistress pushed me back and mounted me…. The full frontal cowgirl…. Riding me to at least two more orgasms until she collapsed onto my chest, exhausted.

Then it was my turn, which I savored, dragging things out for both of us as long as I could, until I could hold back no longer.

“May I come, Mistress….”

“You may, Slave….”

And it seemed like I did for a very long time, in a series of rushes that had Mistress murmuring…. “Wow, Slave… you must have been very desperate for that….”

Yeah. Guess I was projecting ahead to 11 nights of solitude. And, fortunately for me… there’s one more chance available before we head to work this morning.

If you’ll excuse me…. Gotta go.

From Our Senior Correspondent: Where Man and Beast Live as One.

Mick has a daughter visiting from DC, and has to take her to the airport at an ungodly hour in the morning. So our Senior Correspondent Donna has graciously stepped into the void for this morning's entry. Thanks, Donna.

  Back when we lived in the land of alligators and hurricanes, each spring we would take a weekend away from the rest of the world and camp on the spoil islands, created by the sand dredged from digging channels to take missiles to the Cape in the 1960s. My lover man and I were just babes then and the small islands are now covered in scrub oaks, palms and lots and lots of sand. The only way to get to the islands is by boat, and we paddled to our island on sit-upon kayaks with our survival gear, tent, food and my crutches strapped on.

We set up our tent so the flap would open to the Indian River and the two of us would sit for hours watching the dolphins leap and play and the shrimp boats raise and lower their nets far off on the horizon. To lie beside Bill watching the sunrise was one of the sexiest times of my life. We were part of nature and cavorted and frolicked, sometimes as Dom and sub and sometimes as simple lovers.

Today I was out on the deck when a wind came up. We live out in the woods and the maples are just now offering their helicopter seeds to the world. As the wind picked up, the seeds swirled around me and the leaves on the white pines and red maples shimmied as the wind whistled through their branches. It was nature in its glory and for me that brings to mind sexy times. Obviously I was not the only one feeling it. As I stood there leaning against the railing, strong arms wrapped around me and fingers pinched my nipples, then slid down to hold me in a tight hug. I leaned back against Bill’s chest and felt the wind caress us both. After a few moments, Bill leaned in and whispered in my ear, “Bedroom, now!” I took care of a few necessary things and when I entered our bedroom, there was Bill, lying on the bed, legs spread wide, waiting for a warm mouth to suck his perfect cock. The sun was shining, the curtains billowed in the breeze, and the sound of birds singing and squirrels chattering came in the open windows. I hurriedly stripped down and joined my husband.

Bill said, “Name your one thing, now.” I chose butt plug, and he just nodded. That is my part of the love-making input when Bill is in full Dom mode. I am permitted to name one thing I want to do or wear or use, and Bill considers it while I get started licking and sucking and swirling my tongue around him. I always take time to play with his whole body. I like to rub my breasts against his beard, run the sides of my face over his belly, against those soft hairs that lead south to my target. I sometimes raise a hickey or two just above his groin on each side and I dampen the entire area with my lips and tongue. By then all systems are go for both of us and it is up to my lips, tongue and the judicious use of my teeth to bring pleasure while his hands, tightly tangled in my hair, lead the rhythm and depth of the experience.

At least fifty percent of the time I am granted some form of the request I have made in naming my one thing. Bill can be quite creative in fulfilling my request. Today, after he had come, he rolled me onto my back, reached into the bedside table for the plug, lube and Hitachi. He applied the lube to my rosette as well as the plug and began pressing and releasing the vibrator against my labia and clitoris. He swirled the Hitachi as he pushed the butt plug in and out, loosening that double ring of muscles bit by bit.

All of a sudden he slammed the butt plug in until it was firmly seated, began applying more pressure on the Hitachi and reached with his free hand to grab the strop. He used it on my breasts, beginning with a rhythmic tapping that coincided with additional pressure on my clit, then picked up speed as the strop hit my nipples a bit more firmly, gradually ramping up to a sharp sting. I could feel the shudders building in my abdomen, feel my body tightening up, getting ready for an explosion…and then Bill stopped. Everything was quiet as he stood over me staring deeply into my eyes. The next moment the Hitachi was on again and the strop was smacking again, and within seconds, I was begging for permission to come. He smiled, stayed on his task and and said nothing, knowing I was about to lose control. I begged once more, knowing full well I was at the brink, and he simply nodded. YES! Ignition and lift off!

We have quite a history together of loving springtime and nature and afternoon delights.

Supersize Me?

With one teen visiting friends in Florida for the weekend, and the other spending the night with a friend in her college dorm (I know, let’s not ask too many questions about that), Mistress and Slave had the luxury of waking to an empty house Saturday morning.

Sleeping in was on the the agenda for Mistress. And of course a bike ride if the monsoon clouds ever parted. But first, there was some rather vigorous activity between the sheets.

“I think I need a particularly hard cock this morning slave…. why don’t you go put in your device (my little white aneros).”

Naturally, I responded to her command, and proceeded to demonstrate exactly how hard my work-a-day cock could get

By the time we were disentangled, Mistress seemed more than pleased.

After our ride, we were off in different directions: me to hang out with my grandson and a visiting older daughter; Mistress on a mission to deal with her nails before her European mission begins.

By the time we were back under the same roof, and I had unpacked the groceries for Easter dinner (yes, Slave and Mistress will be hosting yet another mandatory family gathering tonight), I noticed a package on the front steps.

It was the next installment of our consumer testing consignment from EdenFantasies.com.

Now our commitment to these folks is to do a product review with appropriate links when we receive a free toy from them.

This is not that review!!! That will be coming later this week, to provide a little filler while Mistress is overseas.

But the new toy did see a little abortive action yesterday.

You see what we were looking for was a new tool for Mistress’s strap on. Her current “prong” is getting a little shop worn, and, quite frankly, is more the starter size, as you can see from this photo.

It seemed that something a little bigger, and a little spiffier would be something that would be nice to add to our collection. I mentioned this to Kayla, our EdenFantasies.com “handler”, and she sent us about 5 links of products to choose from.

Well, either I wasn’t paying attention to the dimensions of these products, or, like kids in the candy store, our appetites got away from us.

I opened the package, pulled out the nice see through packaging and …. Gulp.

No way was this thing …. About 8 inches long and rather bulbous at the end… was going to fit once Mistress got into her frenzy of pumping her hips against my tender ass.

Of course, this being Saturday afternoon, and with her plans to leave town on Tuesday, Mistress had made it clear that I was due for what she described as a “good ass fucking to remember me by” during our long separation.

I suppose I could have tucked away our new toy, or stuck it back in the box for a return. She might never have known it had even arrived.

But honesty is the best policy, particularly if I want to remain the “pampered house Slave” at UCTMW World HQ.

So when it was time to crawl into bed for our next Saturday round, I meekly displayed to Mistress the new toy.

“Oh my, Slave…. and whatever are we to do with that?”

I politely indicated that it was my mistake…. That there was no way this sucker was going to fit me tight little aperture.

Fortunately, Mistress did not disagree.

Plus as she held it in her hand, feeling its heft, she concluded that it was way too pliant and flexible to force its way into that tight and tiny space.

She had me take a photo of it in her newly manicured fingers, to send off to M via text message.

“Maybe it will make him think of me handling the special occasion cock, Slave.”

And I also took a shot of it attached to her harness, to share with you its rather frightening dimensions.

(Am I off base here, readers? Just a wimp? Suzanne, maybe you can show us a photo of the tool that you use when having your fun with Tammy.)

In any event, after the photo op was concluded, I helped Mistress “reload” with her more conventional weapon.

We spent some time kissing, fondling and stroking until Mistress was ready for the main event.

“Get in position, Slave.”

“As you wish, Mistress.”

And she made sure that we both had an experience to tide us over as she heads on her journey. Can you store up orgasms, like squirrels do nuts for the winter?

She easily found her mark, then, ultimately, came hard twice, while surging into me with a considerable fervor, until she collapsed into to me, spent. Then she had me insert my aneros again, before allowing me to take her hard and long, from above.

When my time had come, and after I made sure she had at least two more cums in the conventional fashion, she generously gave me permission too.

I did tell her that we would try out our new toy on her this morning, when I exercise my switch privileges.

“I guess I have no choice then, Slave.”

As a matter of fact, she doesn’t.

Mistress's Bon Voyage Instructions for her Slave

To our friends, followers, and devoted readers:

As you may be aware, I am leaving the country for a bit of time. on Tuesday As such, I do have specific instructions for Mick.

The Mundane:

1)   If you need to phone the attendance office at the high school, the number is on the side of the fridge.

2)   If our daughter’s new passport arrives, please check out the student VISA instructions that we need to follow for her trip in August.

3)   Please ensure that someone (maybe you) changes the kitty litter and feeds the cats.

4)   The maid comes on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Please leave her check out (on Thursdays) and remember to move the laundry from the basement shoot to the laundry room.

5)   Please have that light checked on my car.

The important stuff:

Mick does need specific instructions. As a sometimes-needy man, he is prone to letting his prurient needs rule his better judgment. It is this sort of impulsive behavior that has caused him to now hold the title of My Slave (for the rest of his life.) After careful consideration, I do issue the following (non-negotiable) rules:

1)   He is to wear the cage daily with the numbered plastic locks. I expect a photo (with a time stamped reference) to be emailed to me each morning.

2)   He is to email me once per day. This is to include thoughts on how much he misses my presence.

3)   He is permitted to masturbate once per day. He is then to send me an email to tell me what he thought about (yes, ladies. to tell me what he is thinking).

4)   He is to send the WC a daily text to check in. This can be an exchange of one-liners, but should occur none-the-less.

5)   If he is bored, he is NOT permitted to be entertained in our old neighborhood (under any circumstances.)

6)   If certain annoying women attempt to contact him, he is NOT to engage in conversation (even if it means engaging in cruelty.)

7)   He is NOT to post on any of his social networks that I am away. No acts of loneliness or pathetic behavior.

8)   He does not need to make the bed daily, but I do expect our room to be orderly upon my return.

Gang

Did I miss anything?

Love

Molly