Meanwhile.... Back at the Ranch

I suppose I left you hanging yesterday, Mistress’s legs spread at 13,000 feet, her Slave on his knees, dodging rocks as I devoted myself to the addictive taste of her fragrant juices.

Well, after we both had out fill came the long trek down…. Something that is harder on the legs than the long climb up. After 7 hours on our feet, we finally made it to our car, a tad soaked from the thunderstorm that popped up just after we finished sharing our lunch with some scavenging chipmunks.

When we woke Thursday morning, we had some pretty achy leg muscles. (Which of course did not prevent Slave from gingerly fucking Mistress after she read the blog….)

“I’m not so sure I like that photo of my thighs, Slave….”

“That’s what strong and powerful thighs look like after climbing a 13,000 foot peak, Mistress…. I suspect your fans will be pleased.”

With those sore legs, we decided to pass on our morning bike ride. But Mistress had some plans for me in the afternoon.

“After you go to the grocery, I’m fucking you in the ass Slave….”

That gave me something to contemplate as I picked up some provisions. And, sure enough, once lunch was over and I checked some work emails, I was told to report to our bed, and “get me my supplies, Slave…”

I had made sure to pack her strap-on, knowing that a failure to “be prepared” might cause me to forfeit a merit badge and earn some stripes on my ass.

Once she had secured the harness and inserted her trusty dildo, she slid into bed next to me for some “priming”, then instructed me to assume the preferred position, on my belly, ass conveniently available for her.

She found her mark without much help from me.

“How’s that, Slave”, she said with her first ginger thrust.

Yeah…. She found it alright.

“Ummmm…. Fine Mistress.”

With that reassurance, Mistress went to work. She built her self to a nice impaling frenzy, and within a minute or so came with a burst of energy and a moan of delight.

I was more than happy to accommodate her.

But she didn’t stop there, just slowing a bit to catch her breath, then building to another frenzied climax.

“It’s so nice to fuck you, Slave…. did you like that?”

This as she was withdrawing from me, stepping away from the bed, and leaving her harness and it’s tool for me to clean and restore later.

“Of course, Mistress…. And would you like me to insert my device now….”

(The aneros, that I also knew I was supposed to pack.)

“Absolutely, Slave…. then get back here in bed and fuck me….”

I shook my head to refocus a bit, then climbed out of bed, and proceeded to lube up the little tool and slide it in slowly but surely.

I do know how to follow orders.

orders.

HNT at 13,000 Feet.

We woke up to something very unusual here Yesterday morning: cloudy skies and rain coming down.  They don’t call this the high desert based on frequent precipitation. So when I woke Mistress up at around 6:30 am, I told her that there was a cloud hanging over our plans to scale our local peak.

The weather report suggested it would be a rainy day, with afternoon thunder and lightning. Believe me, you don’t want to hike for 7 hours, a good chunk of it over tree line, dodging lightning bolts and getting soaked.

AS we considered our options, we did make productive use of our time though. Mistress read my abbreviated blog as I worshipped, then after making sure her cock was appropriately rigid, she pushed me onto my back.

“I think I’m in the mood for riding it this morning, Slave.”

It was a good sign that she was not saving all that energy for the mountain.

She rode it most capably, to a couple of bone rattling cums, then let me finish the job on top.  It would have been tempting to just go back to sleep at that point, but we are a little too macho for our own good.

I stepped out onto the patio and saw some glimpes of blue popping through the clouds.

“Maybe we take our shot, Mistress, we may be able to get up and over this cloud layer.”

She agreed, so we packed up our lunch and water, laced up our boots and hopped in the mobile UCTMW unit for the 30 minute drive to the trail head, at about 10,000 feet.

And my intuition had been right. By the time we hit the trail the sun had broken through, and our climb ( a little less that three hours) featured partly cloudy skies, lots of sun, and amazing views across two states.

The benefit of doing this after Labor day was that there were few hikers sharing the trail with us. We crossed paths a few times with three outdoorsy guys from Boise, making the strip to this particular peak for the first time.  They passed us in the final ¼ mile, so when we summated, I expected to see then at the top….. but…. Nada.

It turned out they got confused, took another trail, and were hiking on another mile or so to the 2^nd highest peak in Mew Mexico. Oops.

I was hoping they’d take a picture of the two of us at the top. But their absence provided an even better opportunity.

“How about some worship, Mistress….”

Would you be surprised to know that Mistress was more than game to slide out of her hiking shorts, spread those delectable thighs, and accept a little reward for her long climb to the top?

Just like the lunch we scarfed down afterwards, her taste and aroma clearly were enhanced by the setting and altitude and our hard work getting there.

Double yum.

Gone Climbing

I'm getting this quickie blog in the can a little early because Molly and Mick are climbing our local mountain in the am, and we need to get an early start to avoid any afternoon thunderstorms. (Yes this photo is where we are headed. It will be about 7 hours up and back down).

And since Donna appears to be under wraps in that dungeon this week, no doubt doing some investigative reporting that will appear on these pages in the weeks to come,  I've no one to call on for a  filler blog.

You will be amused to know that when Mistress woke this am, she had absolutely no recall of our late night, under the stars, worship session out on the patio. Apparently she consumed a little more wine than I calculated during our evening out.

"Are you sure that happened, Slave?"

"Would I make that up, Mistress?"

Other than that, our day was a little same old same old: worship, biking, nude sun bathing, afternoon sex, nap, dinner out on our patio as the sun set. Slave did get some out door Slave duties taken care of, including cutting back the red willows that are starting to block our view, and repairing our latilla fence. Just don't mistake me for Dubya, with that brush clearing thang.

All in all, It's a tough assignment here at our Branch Office. But someone has to take it on.

More tomorrow, if the Big Horn Sheep don't get us!

A Leisurely Labor Day

With no work emails to distract us, we settled in for a laid back Labor Day here in the high desert.

First, some wake up sex, after Mistress read the blog, and  then enjoyed catching up with Aisha and her emerging adventure with Sir X.

Then I loaded our bikes on the car for a drive North about 30 minutes to an amazing park that sits along the ridge of the Rio Grande gorge, looking down to where it joins with the Red River. It’s a long challenging 16 mile ride there at about 8000 ft. altitude, that confirms the old dog has some spring in his step yet.

The chamisa was blooming a bright yellow thanks to some recent rainfall, and the smell of sage infused the air as we toured a roller coaster of ups and down along our chosen circuit. By the time we were done, my ass was substantially sorer than it was after Mistress applied the riding crop on Saturday.

Back at home, Mistress retired to her lounge chair, naked as always when we are solo here. I couldn’t help but snap a photo of her, and made sure I did not have to be reminded to worship.

AS the sun slipped lower in the sky, we adjourned to our chambers, for a nap, and a little more love making before heading out to a favorite local roadhouse for enchiladas and music.

For some reason it was an older crowd there last night.

“I think the average age here is 70, Slave.”

But they were a feisty lot, out two stepping and twirling on the dance floor as the local troubador strummed and crooned old country classics. Outside the sun was setting, and dancers filled the patio too, where a fire lit the darkening sky.

Muy romantico.

“The honeymoon continues, Slave….”

“It sure does, Mistress.”

We drank wine, lingered at our table. Danced close and cuddly, dodging the more florid moves around us.

Then we found ourselves at home, naked again, out on our patio, the moon lighting the mountains behind us, the milky way overhead.

I eased Mistress down onto her lounge chair again.

“What are you up to Slave?”

“A little desert, Mistress.”

Fortunately, the pillow that protected my knees earlier that afternoon was still sitting there, waiting for me.