82 hours, 36 minutes.....

Yes, I know, I am a pampered house Slave.... but for me that may have been the longest wait from one cum to the next since the days back in the Dubya era when Slave was commuting back and forth from River City to Orlando.

 ( I am sure Tammy at All Mine and Sissy at Ms. Marie routinely have their needs deferred much longer than 82 hours and 36 minutes..., so my whining is probably a little pathetic. )

So by the time I got home with the sullen teen last night from our trip to DC .... around 8:30 pm post rapture eastern daylight savings time, Slave was more than a little anxious to bid teens good night and drop to my knees for some worship.

It was lovely to savor the taste and texture I had missed for so many days.

"Can you tell I went for a brisk walk, and baked in the sun a today, Slave?"

I think all that escaped my lips, so busy were they, was something like

"Ummmyummmmm."

Plans to do a little evening Switch Time were quickly shelved for some more conventional love making once my worship was completed.

And Mistress added to Slave's desperation when she instructed me to insert my "device", the little white aneros.

"I know you've been traveling Slave, so let's make sure my cock is extra hard for me."

"I don't think that will be a problem, Mistress."

And of course it wasn't. 

But Slave slept late this morning, so I am going to leave the rest to your imagination, in order to  make sure I get a second helping before it's off to work this Monday morning.

Mistress Plays By Her Own Rules

As I was getting dressed this morning for a day on the town here in DC with my sullen teen and her older sister, I checked in with Mistress.

She said she planned a bike ride, then some sunning with our other teen. But first she was going to treat herself to an orgasm. (Come to think of it, she didn't give me a quantity).

"Are you going to use the hitachi, Mistress?"

"Of course, Slave...."

Soone she was texting me taunting photos of the hitachi, as well as her "clean shaven folds".

But she made it clear that this indulgence was for her alone.

"You can wait until you get back tonight, Slave.... just a few more hours."

So I refrained, continuing to follow my "no touching" protocol. Though I did see this photo that reminded me what Mistress was up to back in the comfort of our bed.

AS you can imagine, the sullen teen thought ti was really embarassaing that I stopped to take this picture

Missing Mistress

Slave is still here in DC today. So the news on the sex at UCTMW is pretty bleak. No touching has been the rules, though Mistress was kind enough to spare me the cage.

Ans last night, when it became clear that neither one of us had been "called" to some other loftier state, Mistress texted a warning / promise:

"You are past due for that ass fucking Slave...."


I couldn't agree more. and our readers are due some choice tid-bits as well.

Mistress did get a bit of a reprieve though. A three am "booty call" from the WC, apparently made from his basement very early Saturday morning.

There are few things that would make Mistress happy about a call in the middle of the night. But I suspect hearing M telling her to deploy her power tool and make it dance on her cunt at his command was one of them.

Yesterday, when we had a chance for some brief private conversation, I got a few questions in:

"So did M get off too, Mistress?"

"He seemed to Slave.... he said he was calling from the basement so as not to disturb his family."

Apparently M's infamous brother, the one with the ass seeking fingers is in town visiting, leaving M pretty busy with golf this weekend. I do worry about those cocktail waitresses at the 19th hole. They may have a surprise in store.

Fortunately, Slave's brief adventure in chastity will end this evening. I'm looking forward to an early bedtime with Mistress. I miss her soft skin, delicious taste and fragrant folds.

And I'm wondering if she remembers it will still be  switch day when I get home?

Another Lamestream Sex Blog

Slave and Mistress remain sadly separated for yet another day. So there is little o report that our readers might find entertaining. Here in our nation’s capitol I slogged around town all day in the humidity, showing sullen teen #2 the sights, and taking a tour of a college campus that might be of interest to her. Last evening we even took in a play at the Kennedy Center.

The teen has this annoying habit of nagging the shit out of both her Mother and Father when we tedious “lovebirds” want to talk on the phone, thereby distracting us from the attention we might otherwise be lavishing on her. (My guess is she just doesn’t “get” that we actually enjoy one another’s company). So Mistress and her Slave were not in much touch yesterday.

But rest assured, Mistress, I have rigorously followed the “no touch” rule. And I am missing you here in this lonely bed this morning. Can’t wait to get home and be with you tomorrow evening.

If you are not raptured away by then, of course.

I did download a few photos to share with our readers, including the one above of the executive mansion, all abuzz with a visit from the Israeli Prime Minister, who seems the type who needs even more attention than Sullen Teen #2.

And there’s this local culinary outpost, near where we are staying, one of the few local landmarks on U St. that survived the riots of 1968.

But the only non-lame illustration today comes by way of Donna, our Senior Correspondent.



Good Golly Miss Molly!


You know, I don't think I could even write a joking column about this one. Ouch!


The business end looks somewhat like a hand grenade and it's "petals" look like they could pinch the shit out of...well, I suppose that phrase might be really accurate for The Asslock!


I am hoping the second key is for the wearer to hold onto in case that "truly unique feeling of fullness" becomes the real thing. I don't think of that part of my anatomy as a door that should be locked shut.


Donna

Here is the link: http://kinkydelight.com/2011/the-anal-pear/



They’re kidding, right? If not. then I hope Tammy over at All Mine remembers to use the spell check in all future entries when he sits in at the blog for Suzanne.