Molly and Mick are staying in this old, Civil War era farm house, finally found after getting a little lost down long country roads. In our room there is a photo of the farm, taken from the air maybe 60 years ago (based on the car in the driveway), and minus all of the overgrowth that obscured the driveway as we pulled in last evening.
It reminds me of a similar photo of my grandfather's farm in upstate NY, that still hands somewhere on one of our many walls. And this old farm house has the same sqeaky ceilings and "out in the country" middle of the night sounds that I remember from that old farm from my earliest days.
The bed is the type that seems higher than the norms these days, and very soft. Mistress and I got the best night's sleep we've had since our return from that very long and relaxing vacation. And we've got a limited schedule today.... biking into town to meet our daughter, attend her college football game, then dinner later after a chance to clean up back here at the farm.
In case you were curious, Mistress was well sated last night. It's not as if we had been abstinent the last few days (true, Slave had been shut out on Thursday due to our schedule and my state of exhaustion once the dinner guests were shown the door on Thursday night). But I made sure Mistress had her usual dollops of worship. And there was some typically satisfying wake-up sex Friday morning before Slave was off to teach a seminar.
But last night..... well maybe it was the country air, or Mistress flashing back to her wild days on this campus back in the Reagan era, but.... wow.... she was a hot little fire cracker here on the goat farm.
First, she instructed me to "got insert your device Slave." Fortunately I had packed that and our little tube of lubricant. That always assures Mistress the cock suited to her needs.
After following her orders, I devoted my tongue and lips to their highest and best use, and squeezed from Mistress a nice multi-waved cum that had her bucking and moaning on this soft high, country bed.
Once suitably worshiped, Mistress turned her attention to my already rigid cock. She seems to be a little more focused on this form of "torture" of late -- maybe getting in practice for Francois's "uncut" model? In any event she soon had me doing the squirm and beg thing until she finally relented, me on the edge, at last allowed to fuck her.
And of course, once granted permission, I was in no hurray to bring the evening's prime entertainment to an end. It's not like there was a TV here to distract us. So I made sure Mistress got the fucking she certainly deserved, using all of the tricks in my ancient book to assure her a few more delightful cums before I provided my explosive happy ending.
Ahhhh..... that was definitely what the doctor ordered after a long week back at work here in the heartland.
Wow. It's been a crazy few days in River City. Mistress has been involved in some career developments. Old Mick has had some early morning "performance art" engagements that required some preparation. Then add to that important visitors from out of town, and dinner at home last night with my two chrming grandsons..... is that enough excuses for my blog-block?
Now we are on the move again. It's our daughter's "parents weekend" at her college campus. Its a bucolic place, actually, not too far from our house. One of those leafy midwestern college towns, with charming steeples, leafy trees, cute co-eds, and annoying frat boys.
But we did not want to make this a commuter weekend. So Mistress deployed her research skills and found us a charming little room connected to a farm house about 5 miles from campus. We loaded up our bikes, and now, after a dinner with our daughter in town, we are nestled in our fluffy bed, listening to bleating goats and classical music on the radio.
Mistress had me do the little hooks on that corset she found to entice Francois. and now, dear readers, it's time she got the worship she deserves.
First, apologies to our devoted readers about missing our post this morning. There was a bit of a technology snafu here at the UCTMW World HQ. I'd consider replacing the the CTO, but now that I think about it, that's one of my titles here.
It's also been a rather hectic day here in River City.... and a busy weekend ahead. So bear with us for a few days....Fortunately, we have this very hot continuation of our Senior Correspondent's trip to La Domaine.
So I last left you with an image of your intrepid correspondent lying blindfolded on a suspended massage table having been stimulated to unimaginable heights and with my cunt sealed over with wax. Let me say that I am so happy Bill likes to keep me shaved, because that would have been quite an interesting rrriiiippp for someone with hair there. As it was, the chipping away of the wax became an erotic adventure all on its own resulting in a certain Southern Correspondent begging for permission to orgasm.
Lying on that table I felt both erotically on edge and also at peace. I know that may sound like different extremes, but I loved what was happening with the pain/pleasure of BDSM and I also felt at my core that this was exactly where I was supposed to be. There was something awe inspiring about the fact that we were all women; that the circle of power is truly about freely giving and receiving and not limited by sexual orientation. This was a female experience with women of great substance and authority gifting me with the experience of their dominance and I returned their gift with mine, total submission. There was a strong sense of the power, almost electrifying the air around us.
When it was time to get up from lying on the table, I had a problem. Sitting up from a flat position is extremely painful for me along my spine, and not pain in the good sense. After the blindfold was removed and the cuffs unclipped from the chains, the Mistresses began assisted me into an upright position, the pain was severe, and I screamed.
They didn’t run away, or start panicking about what they should do; they simply leaned in and held me up. I started to cry, partially in release from the amazing experiences and partially in embarrassment that I had screamed. As I cried, one of the Dommes cried with me, another hummed a little song while the other rubbed my back and neck. The Dommes had been quietly assisting me all through my time in the dungeon, standing next to me so that I could lean on them as I began to tire from standing so long on my crutches; gently moving my dragging leg and foot into position; lining up my body; constantly checking the ropes and the cuffs for circulation problems. All of this was done without making it an issue, without any fuss, just doing what needed to be done.
It was one of the most loving times I have experienced.
When the time was right to go back upstairs, they supported me as I walked me to the steps, I handed my crutches to Mistress Collette and she took them upstairs for me. I crawled up the steps, still wearing only the Shibari ropes, with the two Mistresses in Training following me as we chatted about fetishes. When my foot began to slip off a step, Goddess Evitaa gently pushed it back onto the step without even pausing in what she was saying, and I continued crawling up the steps. When I reached the top, Mistress Dame supported me from the back and Mistress Collette helped pull me into an upright position, handed me my crutches and on we went. No big deal, just handling what comes up in life.
Speaking of what comes up, the following morning Master R decided it was time to polish up my oral skills for Bill, and he didn’t mean public speaking! My thought was that maybe we would use a dildo and he and Mistress Collette could give me some pointers. About then there was a knock at the front door and slave Tom came in. Wowsers!
Slave Tom is between 35 and 40 and is a fine, fine specimen of a male! Mistress Collette told him to remove his clothing, which he did immediately and then gracefully sank down to a kneeling slave position in front of her. Mistress Collette took a rope from the bench behind her, motioned for slave Tom to rise, and began using her Shibari skills on him. She roped him from waist to groin, wrapping his penis and balls in a quite upright and upfront position, although, in truth, he was already quite upright before she even began using the rope. I think her leather bustier and high leather boots might have played a part in that…along with the hot Dominatrix attitude that surrounds her.
I tried to look at slave Tom’s eyes, but my eyes kept drifting South and then Master R asked me what I thought of slave Tom’s penis, and told me to describe it. Gulp. So I looked carefully and did my best to describe his gorgeous, tanned, very long cock and his beautiful, heavy, reddening balls. Right then, Mistress reached out and thwacked his penis. What? Don’t hurt that beautiful thing! Well, let me tell you, it bounced back for more.
Mistress grabbed something that looked like a red rubber ball on the end of a metal rod with a handle. She used that to bop slave John’s penis again and again, alternating with slaps of her hand, and it was very obvious that slave Tom enjoyed it. This was new to me. Bill wouldn’t have a positive reaction to having his penis slapped, and certainly wouldn’t want it thwacked like that. Mistress Dame walked over, and she, too, began giving a good deal of attention through hand strokes and some cock slapping to slave Tom. After a few minutes, Mistress Dame and Master R moved a padded sawhorse to the center of the living room area and I knew my oral training was about to begin. No dildo needed!
Mistress Collette told slave Tom to stand at one end of the sawhorse and instructed me to stand at the other end. She had slave Tom scoot forward until his cock and balls were extending over the padded area. Then she had me lay face down on the sawhorse, scooting up until slave Tom’s penis was hitting my forehead. I felt a drop of precum slowly run down my nose as Mistress inserted a vibrator into my vagina and began flogging my back and butt. Oh my!
Mistress stopped flogging long enough to reach down and feel my pussy, then started laughing as she shared with the others in the room that I was dripping wet, that I was oozing sex-but could do even better if I tried - so the flogging, spanking and buzzing continued with a break now and then for Mistress to slap slave Tom’s cock causing more precum to make its way down my nose and drip onto the padding of the sawhorse.
When Mistress felt I was ready, she had me look at her and firmly stated that it was time for me to beg; to beg for permission to lick slave Tom’s cock.
In these United States, there is a lot of talk about property rights. As an example, they can’t be "deprived" without “due process”, a slippery term if there ever was one. And all sorts of anger can get whipped up when the big bad government decides to take or limit the property rights of your ordinary citizen. When the “property” happens to bea gun, well, step back and watch the fur fly.
But here at UCTMW World HQ, we don’t have disputes about personal property, since we all know who rules the roost.
Last night, for example, at about 4 am, Mistress was aroused from her beauty sleep by one of the two “kittens” who co-habit our empty nest with us.We forgot to close the door, and this particular cat thinks its perfectly appropriate to wander around on our bed, using her “voice” to make sure we know she’s there (as if the footfalls on our legs and chests weren’t good enough to do that).
The ct was shown the door, which was then closed. Molly and Mick, rolled over, with the apparent intent of going back to sleep. But then, a few minutes later, I felt Mistress’s hand slide over my hip. Then her fingers, freshly manicured, were sliding along my somewhat scruffy balls in that tantalizing way.
Hmmmm.I thought we were nodding off.
“What’s up, Mistress?”
“I thought I would see how my cock is doing, Slave….”
“As you have every right to do…..”
Well you can imagine the impact of her fingers, particularly after they gently gripped my expanding cock, and began to gently stroke it, riding it up and down until it had grown to its full “work-a-day wonder” dimensions.
Something had to give, and I am too polite a slave to demand the privilege of fucking first.
“Would you like me to worship, Mistress.?”
“That sounds like a good idea, Slave.”
So there I was, at around 4:15 am or so, sliding between her firm yet smooth and soft thighs, exploring those clean shaven folds with my tongue and lips.
Son Mistress’s breathing picked up the rhythm I associate with her heightened arousal, her thighs spreading a bit wider for me, her succulent juices coating my mouth.
Yum.
And once she seemed satisfied with my efforts, she readily granted my request to fuck her.
While Mistress may be the type of property owner who feels free to exercise her rights at any hour of the day or night, she also makes sure it is well maintained.
Moving on a bit….. thanks for your comments yesterday, and particularly to Francois for sharing a bit of his reaction to our impromtu dinner.Yesterday, Mistress did exchange a few text messages with Babette, who we look forward to meeting a few weeks hence.
This could become a very spicy stew…. Or would that be a cassoulet?
