The Mistress Has Landed

Mistress left her lover J back in our bed in River City Sunday morning, and hitched a ride from her Mother to the River City airport. She was even able to catch an earlier connection to meet me here in the Land of Enchantment, and I was happy to adjust my own plans to pick her up in Santa Fe where a shuttle van from the airport dropped her off at around 12:45 pm.

Naturally, she looked ravishing and surprisingly relaxed as she climbed out of the van, and I walked up to meet her just a few steps away from the Cathedral de San Francisco.  Bells were ringing, and the faithful were celebrating Palm Sunday. But Slave has a different sort of worship in mind.

Mistress was traveling light, and I grabbed one of the two small bags she had brought along.

"So what's your desire Mistress.... lunch here?  Lunch on the way home?"

"Slave, with all this sun, you know what I want to do.... get back to our house.... take off my clothes.... and get out on our patio...."

"Your wish is my command, Mistress."

We hopped in the rental car for the 1 1/2 drive north to our little hideaway.

Along the way Mistress made our plans for the rest of the day crystal clear.

"Now I know you're horny, Slave...."

"So true...."

"But you'll have to wait a little longer.... first sun.... some lunch on the patio....then, when the sun gets low, I will let you fuck me....."

"I understand completely, Mistress."

Why should  I mind being a sunshine cuckold too.

As we drove, Mistress stoked the fire a bit with tales of her weekend with J.

"I'm happy he took good care of your needs, Mistress."

"He did Slave.... and on Saturday evening I showed him all our toys...."

"What did he think...."

"I think he was a little blown away.... he was impressed to see the harness.... and the riding crops."

"Do you think he wants you to try them on him, Mistress...."

"I don't think that's his thing, Slave....."

Soon we were pulling up our drive under a perfectly clear, vividly blue sky.  It was a lovely 70 degrees.

AS she promised, Mistress was soon out of her travel clothes, stripped to a green thong, and paging through the NY Times on a lounge chair, greedily soaking up those harmful UV rays. After a little lunch, she shut her eyes and zoned out for a while.

I took a couple of  photos to share with J via text.

"Quick transition, huh?"

He responded with concern that she apply plenty of sun screen, and she insisted that she had.  Good thinking J!

And by around 5 pm, she finally conceded that the sun was too low for a beneficial effect.

"It's time, Slave..... why not go put in your device.... (the aneros).... I suppose you've waited long enough."

She wasn't going to hear any argument from me. I am happy to follow her orders.

Be Prepared

I am up a little early here in the Mountains. It's always hard to adjust to the time change, and it's even harder to sleep soundly without Mistress sleeping beside me.  So when I woke I began to peruse the papers on line.  I ran across this headline on Maureen Dowd's column entitled "She's fit to be tied" and was surprised to see it was actually about kinky stuff.  Who would think that MoDo had a friend who is an online dominatrix. Do you think it's Gail Collins?  More evidence that the whole BDSM scene is more mainstream than some of us tend to think.

By the time I post this blog, Mistress should be jetting her way to join me here.  I know she was not pleased that her work required her to stay behind and miss a perfect, warm sunny day here at our Mountain hideaway.  But hopefully we can catch up for lost time.  I can't wait until I pick her up this afternoon.

As a good Mistress should, she stayed in touch and managed her Slave properly from afar. Before I left on Friday afternoon, she let me know that I would be allowed to "touch" on Saturday morning. She called me at about 6:30 am Mountain time, having just left J's "love shack", and driving to that desultory office retreat that had kept her home when I headed West.

She filled me in on a few smutty details of her evening with J. There was the  usual pre-bedtime worship as he applied his oral skills.

"I think he likes that as much as you do, Slave...."

Now that would be hard.

"Did he give you a nice assortment of cums, Mistress. "

"Yes, Slave,,,, he's very dedicated to his task."

"Then there was the 4 am "booty call". "

It was hard not to let the mind wander, the two of them waking early in his bed. Maybe him already a little hard, and Mistress's hand wandering to and fro, making him all the harder....the thought was having the effect she no doubt relished.

"Have you exercised your privileges yet, Slave?"

"Not yet Mistress...."

"Well, I think you should....in fact I'm requiring it of you.... but remember to send me a text message saying 'mission accomplished'. That will at least brighten my morning a bit."


"Yes, Mistress...."

It was not a directive that was hard to follow.

Since I was up early, I finished my "business",  then pulled together my skiing equipment and headed up the mountain. Though I should have applied more sunscreen, I had a great day on the mountain, though it surely was odd not to have my Mistress there on the chair lift beside me. By around 2:30 pm my legs were shot from pushing around the slushy spring snow, and I headed back to the cabin, thinking of a nap, some NCAA basketball and a trip into town for some provisions.

Of course, I checked in with Mistress, who by now was done with her meeting, and heading home for a bike ride.

"I'm having dinner with J this evening, Slave...."

"Good, I was hoping he'd take care of you while we were a part...."

"But I'm not spending the night.....need to get out early to the airport."

I told Mistress my dinner plans... stopping by a charming old  local Bar / restaurant / music venue to enjoy the scene, and maybe watch some of the OSU / KSU basketball game.

So there I was sitting about 9 pm or so East Coast time, watching basketball, eating a chicken enchilada, and listening to a group of aging lesbians play middle eastern music with drums and fiddles, and texting with Mistress.

"We're  back to our house now, Slave.... J's spending the night here. He'll leave after my mother picks me up to take me to the airport.  "

The logistics of that were a little confusing, but I am not one to quibble. It was just good to know that Mistress would not be driving late at night, and was in good hands.

"Now he's watching the basketball game. And I'm just relaxing"

And of course I was watching that game too, about 1500 miles away. So that was another aspect of our "shared experience."

"I hope he's at least rubbing your feet."

That's one of our little TV watching rituals.

"He's rubbing my feet and my thigh, Slave."

Hmmm.... J is getting into the groove.

By now half-time was over. I'd had a couple of beers and a chicken enchilada. I had chatted up a couple from Minnesota about raising girls and the glories of our beautiful valley, and I was thinking about catching the ending of what had been up to then a boring game back at our cabin.

Then I got another text....

"We're getting into bed now, Slave....Mmmmm..... miss you."

I figured she would soon be "otherwise engaged" so I gave her a call to say good night.

She explained that  they were now in bed, with J watching the end of the game as she snuggled up next to him.  They had already showered. 

"One problem though Slave.... we hadn't really planned this, so J forgot condoms.... but I realized I had one in reserve...."

"Oh God.... the McCain condom...."

We had gone to the Democratic Convention in 2008.  They were passing these out at as little joke on Ol' Maverick and his positions on women's health issues.  Maybe it was these folks who gave this one the Molly, which she'd kept as a bit of a joke ever since.

"Hmmmm..... like McCain, that one could be a little past it's prime, Mistress, but I suppose you gotta do what you gotta do."

"J says he's going to close his eyes and pretend I'm Sarah Palin...."

"I'm not sure that would really work, Mistress..... but it might be an interesting experiment."

We said goodnight, but there was one final instruction.

"Slave.... no touching tonight.... I want you horny for me tomorrow..."

That will not be a problem.

From the UCTMW Vault....

Slave is in the DFW airport, waiting for my plane to the Land of Enchantment. It's odd traveling without Mistress, who got lassoed (no, get your mind out of the gutter) into attending one of those hideous office retreats bck in River City tomorrow morning.

I just talked to her a little while ago (it's about 9 pm now in River City, though I will be posting this to appear in the AM). Jay invited her over after he attended a family dinner.

"I'm not sure whether I will spend the night or not, Slave, nut make sure you let me know when you get there."

Actually, Slave's happy that J is keeping an eye on Mistress. He and I exchanged a few texts while I was waiting for my first flight. 

"She needs strict supeversion, J".

He response suggested that he is more than willing to provide it this evening.

I spent some time on the flight sorting through some "junk" on my computer, and came across something that should more than fill the bill for a lack of content on this travel day.  This is a precursor to this blog, an essay I shared with Mistress back in November, 2009, not long after we signed our infamous "contract" and while she was engaged in some cyber flirtation with E, an old college flame who popped up in her inbox one day. Nothing ever came of the Molly / E flirtation, but it did get us started down this long strange road that introduced us to the blog-o-sphere and the current connection between J and Mistress. See what you think....

 
Coming home to you after a day the road, all caged up and wondering what you were up to...it was particularly nice to sink down to my knees, pull down those riding tights and bury my face in your cunt. the jurices and scent are more addicting than ever. And the grip of your thighs around my head as you moan is the best end of the work day hug I can imagine. I must have done an adequate job, because you unlocked and fondled me a bit before we went for our ride under the full moon.
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> after our ride, when we were cooking, I came at you from behind, griping you tightly with a hand across your chest, then sliding my other hand into your pants making you squirm while whispering in your ear to consider what it would be like on your first meeting with E to have his hand buried there. That got me wondering to myself how quickly you would come for him just like that - my guess is very quickly, after all that pent up expectation. But I didn't let you come there on the kitchen floor, tho I know you were seconds away.
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> After dinner with our surly teen it seemed we raced through the clean up to get upstairs. You had asked for a spanking, no doubt because E had kindled that desire in your talk with him in the am. Just could not wait until SUnday, could you? I know you want to feel his hand on your oh so firm, yet velvety soft bottom. But for the time being, at least, its still  all mine. Its my duty to you to fulllfill your desires, even if they are for him to spank you.
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> Not very slave like for me to tie your hands together, then pull out the chair and drape you over my knee. that sexy violet undie you had on barely covered your cheeks. You settled there so compliantly, head hanging down, barely moving. I could tell you were fantasizing about E and the feeling you will have someday when he lays you across his lap. You were in the zone I get in sometimes when you restrain me, mistress.
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> I had turned on music so the girls could not hear the crisp sound of my hand slapping your butt. You took your medicine well, tho I suspect I did not apply the same force that E is likely to apply, as he tries to break you into complete, total moaning submission to him. What I did notice is how nicely you squirmed and how wet you were after just a few spanks. So I had to take some time to work my fingers into you and bring you to the brink before the spanking resumed.
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> After about 15 minutes of that I pulled you to the bed. You had promised to reward me, but you demanded that I make you come with my fingers first. so I laid you on the bed, hands still tied and we talked and kissed as I slowly brought you off, making you ask permission as if I was your new master and not your slave.
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> When you had your fill, I untied you and it was time for what I had requested to help me deal with my feelings about your infatuation with E.. What I needed was your reminder of how wonderful complete and total submission to your desires and control is. And you do that best with your strap on mistress. You took me firmly and hard from behind. I almost came against the bed, which would have been a first, as you drove into me. And your own climax as you thrust behind me was loud and frantic. I like that your doing me that way has such a wonderful impact on you, mistress.
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> When I finally had permission to fuck you, I asked you to imagine what it would be like to have E inside you then and there, and to do again what he surely will ask - beg for the privilege to come for him. ANd you did. And I agreed (on his behalf).
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> Kind of amazing where this is heading. off the tracks crazy, but oh so memorable, mistress.
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Off to Our Mountain Hideaway

Yesterday morning Mistress waltzed into the UCTMW World HQ at around 7:30 with a sly, well fucked grin on her face.

"You look like you had a nice evening, Mistress...."

"I did Slave...."

She gave me a deep, stirring kiss, but was not in the mood to "dawdle".

"Need to take a shower Slave.... then maybe I can read the blog?"

I knew that her schedule would be tight. We needed to leave for work at 8:30 am. And though her lush body was lovely to toy with in the shower, I knew that my pleasure would be deferred until later.... way later.

She did allow me to savor those well fucked folds after our shower, as she read my work product from yesterday morning.

But soon we were off to work.

Mistress has been intensely busy at work these last few weeks. I knew it would be another hard day for her. and though she had to drop by my office to sign some papers in the early afternoon, there was not even time for me to worship.

Sad, I know.

But by 6 pm, when I picked her hope for the drive home, I was looking forward to my chance to break my nearly 36 hour "fast".  As we drove home, Mistress did give J a call. I think she does get a special thrill when she speaks frankly with him on my presence about their sexual exploits. Or even the trouble she had navigating her way to the Loo in the dark before sliding back into bed next to him.

All this talk had Slave's cock twitching, as I gazed on those lovely naked thighs next to me in the car, her skirt hiked nearly to her lacy yellow undies.

So I can't say that I was disappointed when Mistress announced that we would forego our bike ride and head directly to bed.

Of course there was some preliminary oral worship, which I think Mistress found satisfying.

And then there was some groping and writhing as Mistress took those steps she deemed appropriate to assure that her Slave was desperately begging for the privilege of fucking her.

Rest assured that the deferred consumption on Slave's part was well worth the wait by the time Mistress finally gave me permission to cum.

The rest of the evening was laid back.... Mistress did get in that twilight bike ride. Slave mowed the lawn, then made us a spicy stir fry.

This evening will be strange though.... I am off to our Mountain Hideaway solo. Mistress will be following me on Sunday, stuck here in River City due to a Saturday business meeting.  Yes, you can imagine the grousing. But we both look forward to the final week of ski season in the Sangre de Christo Mountains.

It's the first time either one of us have spent time in our little cabin solo. It will be odd not to have that lovely body next to mine. It will be hard not to imagine her body nearby, in one of those special poses when I wake there on Switch Day without her.

We've yet to establish my own protocol while away. Of course, the cage will not work because there are metal detectors to go through.  But will the "no touch" rule apply? For two whole nights?

The WC asked yesterday how that was enforced the other night during Mistress's sleepover. Believe it or not, I was on the "honor system". I know Miguel, that's hard to comprehend.  You'd last on the honor system for about 90 minutes, I'd expect.

And the sad part about our little two nights apart is that J is tied up with a family commitment and will not be able to host Mistress at his love shack tonight or Saturday evening. I'm hoping for both of their sakes that they can work in some type of interlude together over the weekend, since Mistress won't be back with me for another week once she leaves River City Sunday morning.

So, since this will be my last chance to spend some between-the-sheets time with Mistress until Sunday evening..... have a good weekend readers!