The Therapist

Very early yesterday morning, when Mistress and Slave were engaged in a pre-dawn sexual marathon, we got talking....

For us, a little verbal speculation and story telling adds fuel to our considerable fires... and no one has ever been indicted for being a sexual arsonist, right?

Somehow, the evening before, we had discussed a therapist I had visited with in our pre-contract days, when we were trying to patch things together after Slave's "indiscretion". She was a wise, grandmotherly type, who did a good job of cutting through my BS in a non-judgmental way, holding up a mirror so I could see with clarity why I had "stepped in it", at the peril of my own well being and my most important relationships.

But when this conversation was revisited the next morning, as I grazed on Mistress's clean shaven folds, and she gripped my engorging cock, it was  re-imagined with Mistress in the role of a different sort of therapist.

(Have we mentioned here that Mistress has an MA in Psychology?  She's never used it as a therapist or counselor, but maybe some day....)

"I could see you playing that role, Mistress.... but with a twist..."

"How so, Slave....."

"Well.... maybe as a "last chance" option for wives  to bring their wandering husbands...."

By now I'm teasing a nipple, and Mistress's grip on my balls and cock is tightening.

"And how would that work?"

"Naturally, there would be waivers signed... to cover any potential claims arising from your unconventional, experimental approach...., both by the husband and the wife."

"Of course, Slave.... but go on."

It was around this time that Mistress instructed me to retrieve her Hitachi.

"Your approach would be a complete mental re-conditioning, Mistress....some hands-on retraining that would turn the miscreant husband  into someone who longs only to worship his mate, the way I worship you....."

At this point Mistress had become a little distracted by the powerful tool engaged at the juncture of those well conditioned thighs. But she was still trying to focus on the story.

"And how would I do that Slave?'

'Well it would have to be very interactice..... That first session would end with him between these thighs, discovering the convenience of your peek-a-boo tights."

"And after that?"

"A cock cage of course.... with two keys.... one for you, and one for the wife...., a very disciplined approach to when, where, how and with whom your patient could cum."

"What if the wife was not into this sort of thing....."

"I suspect you would have to train her some to, though some women would probably be more than happy to delegate the 'dirty work' to you....."

"You mean the ass fucking, Slave...."

"Exactly...."

Somewhere, at around this point in the story, there was an intermission, and Mistress thrashed and moaned her way through a rather intense cum, and demanded that I  fuck her.

And the story was set aside, as I eagerly followed her explicit instruction.  But I'm thinking we may need to resume this story line in a few moments, after I shut down the laptop.

But, 'Nilla, feel free to flesh this one out. (I guess there could be a gender reversal too.)

Re-Emptying the Nest

Busy day here in River City.... Mistress and Slave headed back to a new year of work. And Slave had the duty of returning the cute Co-Ed to her campus digs later in the afternoon.

Fortunately, I was fortified with an early afternoon drop by in my office. Mistress had been to a business lunch at that stuffy bastion of the local business poo-bahs, so was dressed rather conservatively, long hair up, black suit, the standard black tights and boots. 

But as she settled into her throne it became obvious that she was still in those peek-a-boo tights, giving her Slave easy access to those clean shaven folds.

After she was appropriately satisfied, her Slave was off to pick up the Co-Ed, driving her and a friend to their campus, about an hour away.

Both of us were home at about 6:30 pm, "missing" our lovely daughter, but also relaxed and ready for some private time. I made sure to start things out with some more bedside worship, after Mistress stripped off that business dress and settled back on the bed.

The rest of our evening was indulgent - at least for me: reading the paper, watching the coverage of that zany Iowa caucus, salivating over the bloodletting to come as the Tea Partiers eat their young.  Mistress was busy on a work project, but the ambiance was casual. I heated up some Chili Mistress had made Sunday for our post football game dinner.

We also did a little internet shopping, following up on some tips our readers had left the other day when I made it known that we needed some replacement accessories for Mistress's strap on.  I screened the recommendations, then Mistress had some input.

We've focused on these two models:

This is the "SLIM JIM", as they say at EdenFantasies:

"If slim and slender is what you're after then try out this fantastic, realistically shaped dildo and its harness compatible base. Made of high quality silicone, this wonderful piece is completely hypoallergenic and latex free, providing safe and healthy play in and on the body. The soft and smooth silicone makes for comfortable insertion and penetration while the flexible but solid body creates lifelike sensations for incredible stimulation..."

I kind of like the "Slim" part of the description.

The other one is a little higher end and tricked out in a way that Mistress finds intriguing:

This is the feeldoe slim (you hear a theme here.... I don't think I want the feeldoe "hefty" or "more" just yet. 

Here's the marketing pitch on this little puppy:

"Made for a woman by a woman, the Feeldoe® is the world's only strapless strap-on and multi-use toy for adults, but that's just one of the many ways to use this unbelievably versatile dildo/strap-on.
Unlike other double dildos, the Feeldoe® is contoured to fit the body.
The bulb end is held inside the vagina by contracting the vaginal muscles, and the ridged portion creates friction during sex to arouse the clitoris..."

Mistress thinks we should get two. You never know whether another candidate for her strap on might show up at the door.

So.... after doing our shopping, and falling to sleep with the not so dulcet tones of Rachel Maddow and Chris Matthews in our ears, it should come as no big surprise that Mistress woke up a little earlier than normal. And when that happens there are certain needs that must be met.

Suffice it to say there was oral worship, some fucking through the aperture of those black tights, a then a lengthy resort to the Hitachi Magic Wand.

"I think I am becoming an addict to this Slave...."

"Not a problem.... it takes a little stress off of my tongue and jaws.... that's why we were given the mental chops to make tools, Mistress. It distinguishes us from lower forms of life...."

Kink Nest?

Yesterday's little bonus holiday was a good excuse for Mistress and Slave to loll about the house, after our wake-up sex and a trip to the gym. The cute Co-Ed was still here - she heads back to College this afternoon - so we still had to keep our "activities" behind closed doors in the Executive suite.

And there was some "down" time spent there yesterday afternoon, before dinner at the Mother Domme's house. A little nap turned into a hot session that started with Slave worshiping those clean shaven folds, moved to Slave deploying the Hitachi for a long drawn out mega-cum for Mistress, and concluded with Slave begging for permission. Fortunately, Mistress was in a benifecent mood.

Somewhere along the way, we got talking about a older home in the University section of River City that we own. It was where Slave hunkered down during our commuter days, and we've been renting it for the last few years. Late last week the tenants called to say they were re-locating, so Slave has been doing his best to look for a new tenant ASAP.

But that got us thinking.... maybe a better use would be as a kinky little love nest, available for Mistress for the occasional steamy liaison, and also rented out for short term engagements for discrete and discerning clients. It's an old Coach house, with lots of exposed beams, high ceilings, etc. So it does not take much imagination to contemplate it as a romantic getaway for select individuals looking for a fully equipped dungeon.  Maybe Donna can help us consider how such a facility might be furnished based on her experience at La Domain a few months back.

And who knows, maybe through Craig's List we could find a supplier of a slightly used Stocks,  whipping post, or other suitable equipment to trick the place out for kinksters in need of a temporary club house.

So readers, do you think there would be a market for such a "facility" here in River City, or should I just look for some vanilla tenants?

Mick Needs Some Shopping Tips.

Mistress was unusually insatiable yesterday.... the marathon session to ring in the new year had fried this aging Slave, but my cock was called into service one more time early yesterday morning, when Mistress woke and paged me to join her in the executive suite. Fortunately, my Pavlovian response to Mistress's lush body. heavenly skin  and heady aroma kicked in once I slid into bed next to her, overcoming my bleary eyes and befogged New Year's morning head.

And somehow, she wan able to intrance me sufficiently to  forget that it was our Switch Day.....how did that happen?  I think it was a little bait and switch on her part. At first we had to move quickly for our wake-up sex, because of plans to go to the gym for an early am spinning class.... But once I had delivered a few orgasms, one with the Hitachi still sitting beside the bed from the night before.... our plans had changed, and we decided to go for a bike ride in the unusually spring like weather here in River City.

Clever, Mistress, very clever.

After our bike  ride, we hunkered down into some household tasks. I dismembered our Christmas tree, while Mistress worked at her computer to handle some work overhang. Then I visited my cranky mother. We regrouped in the Executive Suite for a little power nap, before I headed with our daughter downtown to watch our Pussycats back themselves into the Play-offs, through an assortment of fortuitous events that suggested Jesus had missed the exit to Denver. 

This strange set of developments could set up the mother of all cross blog wagers if the UCTMW home team ends up playing the All Mine home team in round two.  I'm all ready considering the stakes.

Because the game had been shifted to late afternoon, the cute Co-Ed and I did not make it home until around 8 pm. Mistress had a glass of wine in hand, and had made her signature chili to warm us.

But she did have a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

"Did I miss something, Mistress?"

As my questioning proceeded, I discovered that Mistress had put her trusty Hitachi to use one more time.

"There it was, plugged in next to the bed, Slave.... it was hard not to put it to proper use."

One thing we did discuss yesterday was the need to acquire a new "accessory" for Mistress's strap-on. Actually, maybe two. You never know when an additional Slave might come along, and I guess it would be a little tacky to share.

As you can see from the attached illustration, our's is a little shopworn. And there's another problem.

"I think you're ready for something a little more substantial, Slave.... you've skated along with the trainer size long enough".

We had gotten a big pink one as a promotional consideration from Eden Fantasies a few months back, and while it worked well when Mistress deployed it on DiDi during that wild and crazy "Home Cumming Weekend", its a bit too soft and flexy for my tighter little aperture.

So here is the question..... are there any suggestions from our readers on where to look and what to look for when I follow Mistress's directions to find something more worthy of her strap-on?

Please let us know....