Mistress Goes Shopping

When your cute Co-Ed daughter comes home for a surprise weekend visit, you can't complain, right?

I mean it would be wrong to whine about the need to keep the bedroom door closed during moments of intimacy? To "tone it down". To work one's afternoon schedule around when she'll get home from that impromptu visit to Costco to stock up on unhealthy snack foods to feed the rest of her dorm.

Wouldn't it?

Mistress and Slave have gotten a little spoiled with our empty nest. But it's hard to tell an otherwise lovely daughter that she needs to make an advanced reservation to re-occupy her bedroom for a Friday and a Saturday night.

I guess we need to be grateful she did not make an unannounced appearance for the infamous "home cumming weekend".

Now that could have been really embarrassing.

And speaking about Mistress's roving eye and well honed sense of adventure, this weekend she was inspired by Riff Dog and his on again off-again blogging at Ashley and Me to open an exploratory account at "Ashley Madison". Oh, and to turn her "Collar-Me" account on too.  I mean Lent is approaching, and Mistress believes in"counter programming".

As she once said, "I don't understand this whole thing about 'giving stuff up for Lent',  Slave" -- not that she's a Catholic. "Life is too short for self-denial."

Who could argue with that?

So as I was sorting through my tax documents - wondering why I don't simply lay back and live off my "carried interest" like some Presidential candidates do - Mistress was sitting in the living room next to me, sorting through some of the strange responses she'd gotten to her rather provocative profile in the few hours that they had been up.

(We were in the living room rather than doing what would normally happen in our "Executive Suite" in deference to the cute Co-Ed, who apparently  thinks parents who hole up in their bedroom for an entire Saturday afternoon are a little odd.)

"here's one with a boat, Slave...."

"Maybe you could go down river and visit Aisha...."

"And one who says he has a private 'love nest'...."

"I guess that could be helpful when a cute co-ed shows up unannounced, and an orgy has been scheduled."

Mistress was a little confused by the "keys" some guys had sent to access their secret stash of hardly seductive photos and the ability to send and receive "cyber roses". Though I guess that could save a guy a few bucks on Valentine's Day.

Over at Collar Me, there was a guy on a Harley who expressed some interest in obtaining Slave's services.

Uhhh.... No.

And a persistent sub from a nearby suburb who apparently wants to be part of Mistress's stable of pampered Slaves.

"I guess he can't read that I'm looking for a part time Dom, one Slave is more than enough work."

Mistress does have exacting standards, as you would expect: Not too short; not too heavy; or too light for that matter.  Smoking is a problem. And grammar and spelling seem to be critical. It would be nice to demonstrate a little intellectual curiosity, as in having opened a book in the last year or so. And not to be too skittish in Mistress's sometimes intimidating presence. Tolerance is important, though being a Yellow Dog Democrat is hardly de riguer.

By the time Mistress had explored some options, sorting pretenders from contenders, both of us were a little horny.... and since the cute Co-ed seemed to be busy with the cats, we slid into our bedroom. First, a nap, then the plan was a little sundown sex before heading to a movie.

But alas, we were derailed. the nap lasted a little longer than expected, and the Co-ed had to deal with an unexpected medical issue that needed her doting parents' attention. So our late afternoon fun was aborted.

Ahhh, the burdens of parenting.


But don't feel too sorry for the Slave..... the movie did not last too long, and after we dropped off the folks who had joined us, there was still some life in Molly and Mick.

"Go put in your device, Slave....."

As I slid in the aneros that Mistress sometimes requires me to use, to assure a particularly hard cock, Mistress was back on Ashley Madison for a few minutes, showing me some of the latest arrivals in her in-box.

"Goodness, here's one all the way from Detroit, Slave...."


"Hmmm.... maybe it's Clint Eastwood."

In a few moments Mistress's lap-top was set aside, and Slave was using my lips and tongue to prime her pump.

"Go ahead, Slave. Make my day."

Deferred Gratification and Teen Fantasy Fodder

Yesterday morning Slave was up early, and after publishing the daily edition, made his way up to the Executive suite with the expectation that .... I'd get lucky. Well, after some worship and blog reading, that is.

But when I arrived upstairs I found Mistress with her lap top open, engrossed in .... something.  I decided to be a little flip.

"Start without me Mistress?"

(Sometimes Mistress reaches under the bed for her favorite power tool.)

She was not amused.

It seemed that some sort of work crisis had popped up on her email stream and she was already deep into it.

Oops. My window of opportunity had slammed shut. And while Mistress was amenable to a quicky worship session as she read the morning edition, she was quickly up and into the shower thereafter.

The crisis was averted later that morning (Lesson: don't open your work email at 6:15 am), and by late afternoon Slave was looking forward to a relaxed evening at home starting off with some R & R time in bed before proceeding to a "picnic" dinner and maybe a movie.

But.... surprise.... the cute Co-Ed had gotten a ride home for the weekend with a friend - she missed her cats, her bed, the larder and (possibly) her parents.

Now of course it was good to see her (had it been a whole 2 weeks?) but her presence certainly altered our plans. There was no "right when we get home from work" sex. But instead, Slave reheated the chili left over from Super Sunday, cooked some rice to go with it, opened some wine, and we settled in to watch a chick flick as a family unit. (My suggestion of the X-Men Prequel we sadly had missed at the Multiplex last summer went over like a kryptonite balloon).

Finally, when the couple who met cute at the beginning found themselves together at last at the end, movie time was over and Mistress and Slave had a good excuse to go to bed.  By then it had been almost 36 hours since Slave's last opportunity -- yeah, I know some of you guys are feeling for me - and I was just a tad horny, despite a glass or two of robust red.

We closed the door, leaving the cute Co-Ed to play with her cats, and stripped away the day's costumes.

"Do you mind if I keep the tights on Slave..... it's a little cold tonight."

"No problem Mistress..... You know how hot I think they are...."

"And go insert your device.... I want the extra hard cock tonight."

She got no argument from me.

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Last week, when I was pointing out that the seemingly boring housewives of the 1950's might have been closet dommes, I concluded with a reference to Wonder Woman, who may have been the inspiration for some closeted male subs of that generation.  I know I thought she was pretty hot, what with the mind controlling lasso and all.

One of our readers left a comment to the effect that in her early days there was an even headier D/s theme to her work, so I did a little searching on the internet to confirm that proposition, and sure enough found some goodies, but some of the photos suggested that the writers and artists considered Wonder Woman to be into a little girl on girl action, something that has been subtly brewing over at All Mine in recent weeks.

Here is another one:

And some others:

And while there are plenty of old Wonder Woman covers showing her at the mercy of some male or female villians, what I couldn't find were any illustrations of Wonder Woman dominating men with her lasso or other bondage implements.... not even her wimpy boy friend Steve Rogers.

What's with that? Maybe our readers can help me find some.

New Venue for Worship

Mistress and Slave made a lunch date yesterday. We went back and forth a bit about whether she would visit my office, or I would visit hers. Ultimately we decided that I would drive over to her office, which is on the other side of downtown - a little too far to walk particularly on a cold and damp day.

There is a little deli in her building and we ordered our lunch there: she went for a "designer salad", and Slave settled for a sandwich.

Not surprisingly, Mistress was nicely decked out in her "business Domme" costume: the black dress, some tasteful jewelry, and of course her black boots and those special tights.  There is a public atrium with tables where we could sit, but it was a little crowded there yesterday, no doubt because of the unwelcoming weather.

So Mistress guided us to a small conference room. and while the wall had what appeared to be a smokey glass window it soon became obvious to this devoted Slave that the windows were completely opaque: from the outside one might be able to detect shadows inside, but one could never tell what the occupants were doing. And there was even a little space in the room, with some comfy chairs, that were out of sight all together.

Better yet..... there was actually a lock on the door!

"Looks like we've found the perfect space, Mistress...."

I could tell she was a little doubtful. She checked the lock to make sure it worked.... but relented.

"OK, Slave.... but we better do it now before folks get back from lunch.... it could be someone has reserved this conference room."

Fortunately, with those special tights, all Mistress had to do was sit back, spread her legs and hike up her skirt a bit. Slave could take it from there.

Mistress seemed to enjoy the attention, throwing her head back and lifting those booted legs over my shoulders, pulling me in tight.

"This is nice Slave.... let me take a photo for you to share."

I handed her my new I-phone so she would not have to get up and root through her purse.

And of course she did. But soon the I-phone was tucked away and both Mistress and Slave were focused on the task at hand. It wasn't long before Mistress's hips were rising to meet my purposeful lips and tongues, and she was stifling her moans of release.

She patted my head, running her fingers through the wispy remnants of my locks.

"Good job Slave..... it's nice to know you are nearby and on call."

Just a short drive away Mistress.

She already has my number, so I didn't need to give her my card:  "Have tongue, will travel".

HNT / Mistress's Distracting Boots

Yesterday Mistress had plans to meet with a friend at the end of the day. A male friend, I might add, who - presumably in jest - had warned her not to wear her over the knee boots which he had described as "distracting".

Of course Mistress does not take "direction" well. I mean she is a Mistress isn't she?  And it was seasonably cold here yesterday in River City. We even had a wisp of snow in the AM - our first of the season. So what did she wear: those black over the knee boots that were the consensus recommendation of our readers in Tuesday.

We both ended up at home at around 6 pm, and I asked her how that meeting went.

"Well it was odd, Slave."

"How so, Mistress?"

"He did seem a little .... distracted. But he did seem to have a need to reach out and touch my boots."

"I'll bet he did."

We had thought about heading to the gym - it was too cold and gloomy for a bike ride. But we decided to bundle up and go for a walk instead. But first things first.

I still had that cage locked on tight -- since we had drived separately to accommodate Mistress's end of day meeting.

"How about a little worship, and then you can unlock me Mistress?"

"In a moment Slave."

I do think she likes to drag things out.

But soon she was lying back on the bed, those booted legs spread to allow me access. Naturally, her peek-a-boo tights were there to allow me easy access. (When I snapped that photo, I had to strategically place a pillow -- this is an R rated sex blog, after all.)

"Maybe your friend sensed that there was something on display not far above those boot tops, Mistress.... that could explain why he was "distracted".

"Oh Slave..... now why would he think that?"