Short Road Trip for Molly and Mick

After our wake up sex yesterday morning we were both off in different directions, until around 2 pm, when Slave picked Mistress up at her office for a quick trip to our oh so flat state capitol. We had been invited to a small political meeting with a big hitter in town from DC. It was someone we both had wanted to meet for a while now, and chose not to pass on the opportunity.

Slave was the chauffeur, while Mistress worked on her laptop, using our clever little mobile wi-fi unit. But she did remind me of a potential diversion:

"Slave.... remember I wore those special tights for you today...."

Ah, yes. The peek-a-boo tights. Mistress had a conference call to take at 3 pm, about 1/2 way on our trip, but before she geared up for that, I suggested she put down her work for a moment, to give my right hand the opportunity to provide a little "stress relief".

Always game, Mistress put her feet up on the dash, spread her thighs, and made room for Slave's questing fingers. That little aperture at the junction of those well conditioned thighs popped open with ease, giving me clear access to those slippery and clean shaven folds.

Of course, Slave had to be on the lookout. A Semi driver passing (or being passed) on our right would have had a clear look at what was "unfolding" in our humble Volvo.  Fortunately, my mission was accomplished relatively quickly, as Mistress shuddered and moaned, her hips rising up to meet my fingers not long after my little diversionary entertainment had begun.

"Ummmm.... thank you, Slave....that was nice....."

I do think it gave her a little mental break before she had to take charge of her team on the ensuing conference call.

After attending our meeting -- even more impressed that we expected to be about this data driven whiz kid - we headed back to River City, arriving around 8 pm, and settling into our executive suite with some wine and a few snacks to tide us over.

And fortunately for me, Mistress was intent on returning the favor from the orgasm I had delivered on the ride north.

"Why not put in your device (the aneros), Slave.... It's been a long day, and you may need a little 'boost'"

Well I'm not sure it was necessary, but it sure didn't hurt.

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When I woke up this morning, I scanned through our blog role and noticed the jaw dropping headline over at All Mine: Bend Over Jay!.

It turns out that Jay got a little sloppy, and bet the virginity of his ass on the outcome of the U Conn / Harvard Basketball game. He gave Suzanne a 20 point spread,  which the "student athletes" at U Conn could not cover.

Oops.

Now Suzanne is (no doubt) salivating at the thought of collecting her bet. And I suspect Tammy may be doing a little chortling too!  I do wonder how Jay is going to handle this turn of the tables. Maybe the WC could do another "Tutorial" on taking it like a man.  I'm sure our readers would be amused, and it could give Jay a little aid and comfort in his time of need.

HNT/ Kicking Off the Holiday Season

Last night began the  round of local holiday parties for Molly and Mick. This was an event on our scenic downtown - all lit up with holiday lights now, the giant tree very festive on the town square, with skaters cruising around the  temporary rink thrown up over the Thanksgiving weekend.

But first things first: Mistress planned a stop at my office for a little "pick-me-up" before we headed over together to the annual party thrown by a local business association. We knew there would be some downers to deal with over there, along with some old friends, so it made sense to have a short sensual diversion before putting on our chipper holiday faces.

One of my colleagues, who has a bit of a crush on Mistress, we'll call him Bob, wanted to know if we could all walk over to the Party together. But I had to inform him that Mistress was running a little late and we had "something to talk about" before heading over. He seemed a little crestfallen, but then imagine what he would think if he knew that within moments, Mistress's clean shaven folds would be on full display in my office. No doubt he would have been happy to add his own devotion to the worship that was to come.... err... cum....

Within moments of her arrival, her "throne" was pushed up against the door, Mistress had pushed to one ankle the festive black velvet pants she had worn for the occasion, and  Slave was on his knees, savoring Molly's sweet nectar. It wasn't long before her legs were wrapped around my neck and those folds were rising up to meet my mouth as she stifled moans of ecstasy.

I did take a break to shoot this photo, which I hope satisfies those of you who just come here for the "good parts". Don't you like that festive scarf?

At the party we ran into the usual suspects. And its always a great joy for me to go to one of these events with Mistress, basking in her reflected glow.

There was one guy - the manager of a local retailer - who was talking to Mistress as I stepped over to the bar to refresh our drinks. In my absence he had launched into a tale about leaving his wife after 20 years. Mistress and I commiserated for a bit, sharing some of our own war stories. Until he said "Now it's time to re-launch my sex life." 

Gulp.... TMI, as our sullen teens would say. Quite frankly, I couldn't tell if he was coming onto Mistress or me. But it seemed a good time to look for someone else for  superficial cocktail conversation.

It was about that time that Mistress and I both spotted the person we would prefer to avoid: the lady with whom I had a brief encounter a few years back that led to the Contract that is at the root of this blog.

Ouch.

While the wounds have healed nicely, it's still unpleasant for us to run into her. But I must say Mistress handled it well. She made sure her Slave was close at hand, and glided through the room seemingly oblivious to this hostile presence for the rest of the evening.

I'd call that progress.

Trust But Verify

Molly has been required to focus on her work lately, and Slave's been relatively busy too. Yesterday was one of those days where we both were planning to be out the door sooner than we would like, so I abandoned the blogging early to make sure we could fit in some "help us get through the day without getting too horny" sex before putting on our games faces.

Since we would be driving separately, because of a political meeting I planned to attend at the end of the day, Mistress had strict orders before we went to sleep:

"Make sure you remember the cage tomorrow, Slave.... "

The other day, Sin had a post, no doubt inspired by the whole Herman Cain meltdown, on the subject of politicians and their proclivity to get wrapped up in sexual scandal. Well, the propensity for the straying spouse, boyfriend or girlfriend in a political campaign is not just limited to the candidates. There is something about the late hours, high stakes, spartan offices and intense deadlines that gets the hormones flowing in odd and potentially dangerous ways for  staffers and volunteers too.

The recent Clooney movie "Ides of March" (which was filmed in these parts) picks up the scent well, capturing the flavor of the spontaneous but Oh so Hot sexual couplings that can spin off when you throw together attractive and ambitious men and women far from home in  a Presidential primary campaign.

And of course Mistress knows this potential from first hand experience: she and her Slave first got involved through their interactions during the primaries of 1988.... a story I've told here before.

So, while Mistress has nothing to fear, she certainly can't be blamed for making sure her Slave is suitably "contained" before he heads to any political event as we head into the 2012 election cycle, can she?

Of course there is also a cage dividend for her: once the steel ring is properly seated, holding my cock and balls tight, it can provide her with the extra thrill of a particularly hard and persistent "work-a-day" cock.

And that's exactly what she got yesterday morning, after I warmed up those clean shaven folds with suitable worship as she read the blog.

After we came down from those morning  festivities, it was up and into the shower for us. Once dried off, I slid the cover onto the cage, and handed Mistress the lock to make sure I was all secured away for the day.

She gave me that little smile, and closed the hasp nice and tight.

"Feel better, Mistress?"

"Absolutely, Slave...."

One thing she called to my attention as i was suiting up was that she was wearing those special "peek-a-boo tights", a new pair she had picked up over the weekend at Nordstrom's. (I had my camera handy, so had to take the picture above to share, just as Mistress finished up her morning blow dry.)

"Hmmmm.... but you aren't coming over for worship, Mistress..... have other plans?"

"You never can tell what opportunities will arise, Slave."

Unfortunately, they didn't have peek-a-boo tights when I first met Mistress, back during the Dukakis campaign.

The Western Correspondent Collects His Debt

We've been having rain here in River City of biblical proportions. Poor Mistress had to drive back and forth to our oh so flat state capitol yesterday, and I was burned out just driving to meet her at our gym late in the day, through bumper to bumper traffic that turned a 2o minute drive into nearly an hour. 

That may explain why Slave slept so hard last night, and woke a little later than planned. And I had to fiddle a little longer to make sure my cage ring is in place. I have a political meeting to attend after work, and Mistress is particularly wary about letting me mix and mingle at a political gathering without suitable "protection" for her interests. Plus, in  just a few moments, she will get the dividend of Slave's work-a-day cock with the extra heft and staying power that comes with that hard metal ring wrapped tightly around its base and my balls.


So fortunately we have WC's account of how he collected the "obligation" his wife B incurred when he nobly volunteered to fill her gas tank during last week's snowstorm. Here it is, though Slave could not help but add a few comas:

After I went back upstairs, I woke B up and told her it was time to pay up!

I had her strip naked and assume position number 3  [See The WC’s tutorial on Slave positions, to your right]

And

I proceeded to insert a butt plug up her bottom

Very hot

I then gave her a hard swat, laid on my back and told her to get to work

Her eyes kind of glazed over in subspace

BTW, she is a powerhouse professional in "real" life

She began kissing and sucking my cock and balls and got me rock hard

I grabbed her hair with both hands and basically fucked her face

Then my plans changed

I decided that I wanted to fuck her

SO

I put two pillows under her ass and mounted her, warning her not to cum or I would take a strap to her bare bottom

But 

I knew she wouldn't be able not to cum

Bad me:)

When I sensed she was nearing orgasm I began to talk to her, which I knew would put her over the edge

I said "this is what wives should do ... have both their  holes stuffed while their husband uses her...

She came hard

I continued to fuck her, and tell her things I knew would make her cum

So from a planned no orgasms 

There were many many orgasms

Very hot!

So Suzanne

Guess I'm just a soft touch like Molly

Everybody but Tammy seems to be an over pampered house slave

Poor Tammy

The rest of the story,

WC 

Thanks WC. We enjoy you're prose, clearly influenced by James Joyce.