Double Switch

An old wily baseball manager knows how to organize a "double switch" in the late innings to put some punch in the line up or shore up his defense. Well here on the last day of our southwestern holiday, Mistress and slave had their own Easter Sunday "double switch". Maybe it was because we knew that our time for such endeavors was in the late innings, in a way, with a very busy week ahead back at our respective offices.

Mistress threw a change-up at me this morning. After she  read the blog as I  worshiped her clean shaven folds with  suitable diligence, she had an order that took me by surprise.

"Go get me the riding crop Slave..... it's past  time you got your due."

"But it's Switch Day, Mistress!"

"You can do your switch after we go skiing..... "

I did not feel that it was appropriate to debate the point. You know, pull out the contract and find the paragraph that was applicable. Don't think that would have gone over well. So I was an obedient Slave, fetched the crop and, at her direction, assumed my position on our bed. Ass up.

She gave me a good lashing, reminding me of my impertinence the other evening when I suggested she immediately went off to masturbate after receiving  that facebook message from the local God of mountain climbing. But I have a feeling my sudden Easter morning punishment was more about my failure to deliver a suitable  basket for her, stocked with Peeps and Reese's peanut butter cups. I guess I was just too lazy to make the 10 mile trek into town to collect suitable tribute. 

My bad.

Fortunately, she was light with the crop - maybe only ten or twelve stinging lashes that had me crying out for mercy.  Quite frankly this slave is not quite as enthusiastic about pain as some of you out there, or this Penitente dude associated with our "neighbors" at the Morada down the nearby lane.

Now that guy can get some air!

After she had meted out her punishment, Mistress instructed me to "insert your device, Slave".... the aneros I had made sure to pack.  And then she proceeded to tease and taunt her cock with her fingers and lips until her Slave was begging for the privilege to fuck her. 

Of course, Mistress had her own plans.

"I think it's time for me to ride my cock for a while Slave...."

And so she did, to a few of her own rather impressive cums, before she deigned it was time to roll over and let her Slave have his own pleasure.  Fortunately, when I begged for permission, she was generous.

We had gotten up early here, and so there was time to loll around a bit out on our patio, read and eat a leisurely breakfast,  before heading up the mountain for the final runs of the season. 

It was a glorious day on the slopes, and the last day always brings out the crazies here - skiers in capes, tu-tus, or Darth Vader masks.  But we were just happy to enjoy the sun and the softening snow. We took a coffee break after about 6 runs, sitting on a sunny deck. Mistress spent some of the time talking to J, who was in a long car ride Sunday.  They were making plans to get together when we get back..... In fact. we'll be picking up Mistress's car at J's house tomorrow night on our way home from the airport. I wonder if I'll get a tour of his "love shack"?

By around 2 pm the snow was getting all the slushier, so we decided to call it a season. Mistress was anxious to enjoy a final afternoon of sun on our patio, and who was I to debate the point?

After we stowed away the ski gear for another year, I drove down to the local organic ice cream shop to make amends for the missing Easter basket, returning with a cup filled with  two scoops for Mistress: Holsteen Sunset and Cherry Ristra.  When I got back, she was chatting with  J on the phone, and Slave was happy to hear her praise my attentive delivery of her belated Easter confection.

Now I know I mentioned a double switch earlier in the blog. But it's getting a little late here, and we need to get up early for our trek to ABQ.  I will finish the tale tomorrow, probably from  the airport.   But here is a little tease for you:

Last Call

It's the last day of ski season here in our little corner of paradise, and also the last day for Mistress and Slave's little getaway. A busy work week awaits after we arrive in River City on Monday evening.  We've had a glorious time, aided by that 20 inches of fresh snow Monday and Tuesday that brought back the white, and the smiles to the faces of the hearty few who made it all the way to the end of the season.

Our routine has not been tedious: wake-up sex, some reading (or work), heading up to the mountain around 9:30 or so, to give the snow a chance to soften up, then bailing out at around 2 pm, as the snow gets slushy and hard to push around for  Mick's aging quads. 

And of course, that gives us time for what Mistress describes as her favorite part of the day:

After the sun lowers and the breeze picks up, it's time for Mistress and Slave to adjourn to the remote executive suite here for some napping and nooky, in no particular order.

So I hope you will excuse me, as I cut these remarks short. Our full moon is setting in the front of the house, and Mistress has given me notice that it is time to start our day!

Strange Rituals Department

Mistress and Slave are in their final days of vacation here, though I am not ure our respective work places give a rat's ass.  Over the next few days we may minimize the blogging to maximize the relaxation.  But it's worth posting a little Good Friday update about some of our "neighbors" here in the edge of the Mountains.

About 150 yards behind our house is a Penitente "Morada", that get's hopping on Good Friday.  Here's a  link explaining this Catholic "cult" that specializes in rituals that involve faux crucifixtions and self-flagellation.

And here's a photo of the Morada yesterday afternoon. There were plenty of cars parked nearby, but the rituals were taking place inside.

While we've seen members of this "brotherhood" hauling full sized crosses down the highway, things were rather low key at the Morada yesterday. If there was any self-flagelating going on, the guys were stifling their cries of agony quite efficiently.

Hopefully, when I exercise my switch privileges tomorrow out on the patio after skiing, we will be equally good neighbors.

The Dutiful Mistress

In lieu of wake-up sex here at the UCTMW Mountain Hideaway, Mistress is now sitting in our bed, attired in a rather skimpy green undie and top set, and awaiting a 6:30 am conference call for the continuation of her "Senior Managment Strategic Summit" (or something equally pretentious) that kept her in River City last Saturday. 

As you can imagine, she's not thrilled, either about the early wake-up time, or the need to set aside precious time here in our private paradise to the sniping and posturing that is sure to unfold over the phone for the next 3 hours.  I've offered to worship while the call proceeds, but so thinks that might make her sound a little too "disengaged". Let's hope so!

On the other hand, if you have to be part of a tedious 3 hour conference call, you might as well do it with a view like the one above.

Both of us have learned how to put in our hours out here in the Sangre de Christo Mountains. And sometimes I think we can be more efficient out here. While she is on the phone, I will also be grinding away to prepare for some events at work next week, after finishing this blog, of course.

Yesterday involved more efforts to balance work and leisure here, while also giving Mistress a chance to work on her tan. There was an early conference call for her, but not so early as to cramp our sexual stylings after Mistress was primed with that first cup of coffee, and the attentions of my lips and tongue.

We spent a few hours on the mountain, the sun at full blast getting things a little too slushy by 1:30 pm or so, all the while checking our work emails on the chair lifts.

The slush gave us a good excuse to come back to the UCTMW "compound" for lunch and a little more sunning.  And here you can see Mistress responding to more work email messages in her preferred uniform. Fortunately, there was no Fed Express delivery yesterday.

I sent this photo via text to J, who later told Mistress that it popped up on his Droid device as he was sitting down to dinner with his parents for their Holy Thursday meal.  Gee, J, sorry for the distraction.

(My apologies Suzanne. I know you didn't want me to put up anything that would give your Jay any "carrot cuffing" provocations while he is away from you, but without this photo this would be kind of a crappy post, don't you think?)

Speaking of Mistress's J, they did spend some time talking as I made dinner last night. It seems they have missed one another, and were comparing schedules to see when they can get together for some "quality time" next week.  They've even talked about a "dinner date" for the three of us next weekend, though I do think J thinks that idea is a little "out there". But as a practical matter, who would take notice of three friends out to dinner. Where two of the three (and which two) bed down after that would be a private matter, wouldn't it?