Mistress Gets Home Just in Time

There's nothing like the sight of your oh so sexy Mistress walking in the door at  7 am or so, after a sleepover with her lover. Mistress seemed amazingly refreshed, in a sexy top and well fitted pants, presumably what she had worn to work the day before.  Maybe for some an early AM reappearance in   the prior day's outfit would be described as a "walk of shame", but not at the UCTMW World HQ.

No, it's a badge of honor!

"You look hot, Mistress...."

"Really.... I'm actually pretty tired Slave....."

No doubt. But she pulled it off well.

She came upstairs with me, ready to shower.  But first things first.

"Did you write a blog, Slave?"

"I did...."

She laid back on the bed, now naked, and I handed her the computer.  s she read I set to my morning "devotions".

"How do I taste, Slave?"

"Like you've been having sex, Mistress."

She giggled as she read, and I wasn't sure if it was over my clever writing or the thought of her Slave savoring all those flavors.

After she had finished.... both the reading and the cumming, Slave was, as you might expect, a tad horny.  That was pretty evident from the state of my cock as I lay there next to Mistress.  I knew she was anxious to get in the shower.  The work day called, and she'd probably had more than her fair share of sex in the preceding hours.

While I was mindful of the fact that May is National Masturbation Month (thank you Donna for this cute announcement), I had been scrupulous in following the "no touch without permission rule", not wanting to give Mistress any excuse to deny parole from my cage on these types of occasions. (Whether it pissed off the Pope was not a major consideration).

But could I expect relief before the end of the day?

It was probably presumptious of me, but I had to ask.

"Would you mind if I fuck you, Mistress....."

"Hmmmm.... what time is it Slave?"

I looked at the clock.  It was exactly 7:29 am....

"Alright, then.... you've been a good Slave..... but it will have to be a quickie...."

"That will not be a problem, Mistress...."

I guess I am a pampered house Slave.

Mistress has a "Date" Night

Not much to report here this morning, since Mistress spent the night with her lover J.  She's returning here to the UCTMW World HQ at around 7:30 this am.  You can bet I will save my shower until she arrives!

Of course, Mistress is very considerate of her Slave's feelings when she has an overnight like this.  Maybe too considerate. It was actually rather hot Sunday evening when she casually mentioned, on our drive home from a civic event that she'd be sleeping over Monday night at J's "love shack".

I knew they'd made plans to see one another --- J had to cancel plans for Saturday evening when an opportunity for some out of towm golf fun had arisen -- so they rescheduled for Monday.

But I guess I hadn't picked up that this would be an "all-nighter".

Lesson for Mistress:  It actually makes your Slave hot when you inform about these types of plans, rather than ask "permission" or consult. You don't need permission, do you?

Mistress made sure her Slave's carnal needs were well taken care of on Monday morning here, before she verified that her cock was securely locked away in its cage for the day.

And you  can rest assured that Mistress reminded her Slave of his caged status more than a few times during the day.  I think she gets a little kick out of knowing what's hers will remain in lock down status until she grants her parole.

As it turned out she was rather lenient.  When I got home last night, and as she and J headed out for a drink and some dinner, she granted me permission to remove the cage so I could go for a bike ride.  Of course, she knew that her cock would not get into any trouble.  And she does like me to get exercise, if only to assure proper endurance for her aging Slave.

Last night I slept well, though I always miss the soft and toasty body of Mistress beside me.  But absence does make the heart grow fonder. doesn't it?
 

Consumer Product Testing

I think Mistress was hoping I'd forget yesterday was switch day here at the UCTMW World HQ.

So it wasn't until she had finished reading yesterday morning's blog, and it's concluding remarks about trimming the product of Saturday's "bamboo harvest", as as languorously lapped at her clean shaven folds, that she realized that things might not go according to her Sunday morning plans.

But she was a co-operative, if reluctant, little subbie as I locked those red leather wrist cuffs on her and linked them in front.

"You really have a bamboo rod?"

"Of course, Mistress..... we need to test this for our curious readers, don't we?"

She seemed a bit taken a back at the prospect, but allowed me to elad her into the sullen teen's room, with the larger bed and it's more convenient attachment points.

I waited until after I had her hands fixed overhead, and her legs spread and bound to the corners of the bed, a nice soft pillow under her belly, before I unveiled my new "tool".

It's thin, about 4 feet long, firm, and whippy. 

A little scary actually, for someone who's been on the other end of a riding crop or hair brush on more than a few occasions.

"You're not really going to use that on me, Slave?!"

Don't worry, Mistress, I'll be relatively gentle.  (As Sin alluded to yesterday, there is a certain deterrent, when only one day of the week is your switch day).

To warm Mistress up before her "punishment", I plugged in Mistress's faithful Hitachi.  I figured it would get her juices flowing and make her realize that there was a bright light at the end of the "torture" tunnel for her.

Clever psychology, huh?

I was surprised that within about 30 seconds after I thumbed it on and pressed it between those spread thighs that she was already asking for permission to cum.

"Of course not Mistress.... that will be your reward.... we need to try out the new tool first....."

She whined when I turned off her power tool, replacing it with my questing fingers. 

The little slut was already very wet.  

So it seemed like a good time to begin our experiment.

I picked up the rod.

She looked away.

I rubbed it gently across her ass, between her legs.

She squirmed delightfully.

"Just get on with it, Slave....."

Oh, she is a brave one, isn't she.

The rod is really too long for this sort of close quarters drill.  Maybe if she was suspended in a door frame, or in our basement?

So I "choked up", giving myself about 2.5 feet of length.

And truth be told, I only used a little flick of my wrist on that luscious bottom of hers.

Mistress squirmed, and then cried out with even a slight increase in the force applied.

"That thing hurts, Slave...."

I've no doubt about it.  Much more ouchy than the riding crop.  Clearly for advanced punishment junkies.

And there was an interesting effect.

At first, Mistress's ass appeared relatively unmarked.  Here is the first "after" photo I took, with just a tad color enhancement.  There was just a bit of a red glow.

There was a bit of a red glow, but nothing too dramatic.

I put the rod aside, to her gratitude. Then it was "reward" time.  I reached for the hitachi, and thrust it where she likes it, hard against those clean shaven folds, allowing her to squirm to her hearts content against it. I loved the way her ass and thigh muscles flexed and tightened as she built herself up to the edge.....

Soon she was begging for permission to cum. But then I noticed it. Maybe it was the flexing, or it could have just been a matter of time, but her lovely cheeks now were showing the bright red marks of the cane.

"Sorry, Mistress", I said as I pulled the Hitachi away....

"That is so mean.......", she seemed a little frustrated.  I had disrupted her rhythm.

"But I need to get one more photo for our readers, Mistress."

"Fuck the readers....."

She was sounding a little Rupert Murdock there wasn't she?

But I got my photo, which clearly shows the "beneficial" effects of our home grown bamboo, doesn't it?

I'll be taking orders from all you readers who just need to have one of your own!

So, where were we..... Yes, of course..... I put the camera down and reached for the hitachi once again, much to Mistress's relief.  Soon she was back in rhythm again, begging for permission, which I generously granted.

The result seemed to be a rather earth shattering, wake me, shake me, sort of release for Mistress.

I let her bask in the after glow for a while, pulling the hitachi away at her request.  There was plenty of time left for Slave to claim his "reward", and of course Mistress was going no where.

"I may have to burn this rod, now Mistress...."

"Why Slave?" she mumbled into her pillow.....

"I'm not sure I want it to fall into the wrong hands when switch day is over....."

Metrosexual?

Mistress and Slave had a very busy day on Saturday.

In the morning, Slave got an unexpected bonus.  Mistress had one of those annoying business "management retreats" starting at 8:30 am. The third over the last two months. (If she didn't have the contractual right to take other lovers, I'd be suspicious right?) 

I had been instructed to wake her at 7 am, but not to expect the opportunity to fuck her because of the early curtain call.

But at around 6:30 am, she called down to me as I was putting the blog to bed.

"I'm up Slave..... come upstairs NOW."

I surely wasn't going to argue with that command. And it paid the typical hot morning sex dividends for me, once I had worshiped her to a nice little wake-up cum.  Lucky Slave!

But soon she was up and out, and I was working on a variety of tasks. Planting flowers, inserting window boxes, filling her car with gas, some grocery shopping and laundry too.  I even visited my cranky mother and did some weed eating and gardening over at our City rental house. Definitely a "field slave" day for me.

This, btw, included a little bamboo "harvesting".  More on that later.

We were both home by around 2:30 pm, and Mistress deferred her worship for a nice bike ride in the steamy humidity.

By the time we got home, and Slave showered, it was time for a late afternoon nap.

Both of us were pretty burned out by then and we didn't wake until just after 6 pm.

There is nothing like an afternoon siesta to recharge the batteries -- including the sexual ones.

Soon Mistress and Slave were locked in a long leisurely embrace that evolved into something more than leisurely fucking .... at some point Mistress instructed me to "go insert your device, Slave....", the aneros that always sends a jolt to her cock. 

By the time I was given permission to cum, Mistress seemed to have had a couple of cums herself, and her Slave was moaning with desperation.

But at some point it was time to get out of bed.  We'd been invited by some friends to an art opening at their store / apartment downtown.  It's in an old 6 story building, built sometime in the 1890's I would surmise.  They sell furniture and fixtures and their second floor is a warren of high ceiling rooms. As we wondered about, Slave was looking for a quiet corner room where one might engage in some quick but compelling worship.  But, alas, the event was a little too crowded, and it felt a little "wrong" to simply close and barricade a door.

But we did get talking to the proprietress. She explained that all of the buying and design work was done by her husband. Apparently he has some great decorating instincts, and loves to shop.

The girls giggled a bit, as if these "talents" raised the spectre of sexual ambiguity.  

And, as I stood there, Mistress made a few comparisons.

"Sometimes I wonder about Mick too.  He's always been into Sondheim. And he's got a great touch when we decorate our house."

She raised her eyebrows with that little tease.  Fortunately, I was not in my cock cage, or I probably would have gotten a little "jolt", as she took that "Mistressy" tone with me in public.

"If he wasn't such a big football fan, I'd probably wonder..... but then I guess I know better."

Our friend was clearly getting a chuckle out of this.

"I guess it's that metrosexual thing..."

"I suppose so", Mistress responded. 

Cute.

She can be such a tease. 

But maybe she should have read yesterday's blog a little more carefully.


Now it's time for me to trim one of the bamboo rods I harvested yesterday. 

It is switch day, after all.