RIP: Pre teen crush fodder for those of us who came of age in the 50's.
Monday, April 8, 2013
Sunday, April 7, 2013
Date Night
Saturday is a traditional date night for Mistress and Slave. But last night....
At least not for Slave.
Instead, Mistress had arranged an early evening date with one of her prospects from AM. We'll call him the Chef, because he had that job a while back. (Ironically, his real name is Jay too.... how many Jays are there out there?) There seemed some potential for connection based on his profile, and Mistress decided to cut to the chase and meet him at a local bar / restaurant not far from our house, rather than engage in a long and tedious cyber flirtation.
Suzanne will be happy to know that Mistress made clear what my status would be for the evening before she began primping for her little date.
"I want you in your cage, Slave...."
"No problem, Mistress."
We were both a little grimy after a day outside... there had been morning sex, of course. And a bike ride. Slave did some of his "field slave" activities - mowing the newly burgeoning lawn. And Mistress had spent some time out on our deck, collecting some early spring rays.
So Mistress was showering before her date, and I joined her, taking along that nasty little steel ringthat forms the base of my cage. It is a little easier to smush my cock and balls through it under the arm water of our shower than otherwise. Mistress watched the process with a little amusement.
"What an obedient Slave.... I'm glad I didn't have to remind you...."
Unfortunately, here was a little confusion about pre-date protocol, and Mistress called me on it as she applied her make-up.
"You didn't offer to worship, Slave...."
Oops.
"Well... I wasn't sure if it's good idea to take off your sexual edge before a date, Mistress...."
"Hmmmm.... " she gave a little snicker...."clever excuse Slave...."
Naturally, I offered to make amends for my oversight, but Mistress demurred....but she did make sure I was safely locked away and that I had turned over the key to the cage for her to conceal somewhere out of sight.
Of course, Mistress looked quite fetching as she left.... a summery black dress showing a tad of thigh, naked legs and sexy but not overly slutty shoes. And a turquoise scarf and some of her SW jewelry to add a little flash. I was sure the Chef would be impressed.
While Mistress was off on her date, I did our weekly grocery shopping, then sat down tow atch the Louisville / Shockers game... which sadly had an un-shocking ending. (At least we've avoided the All Big East Refugees Championship game.) I did get a text from Mistress letting me know all was well, and then, towards the end of the game, notice that she would be home soon for dinner.
When she arrived home I poured her a glass of wine, and began our dinner, some gnocchi with a sauce of my own creation.
"He was nice Slave.... tall....we had a lot to talk about.... he seemed very interested....but I am not sure I am attracted to him. "
There's no accounting for chemistry, is there?
"He wants to take me to dinner this week..... we'll see."
So I would say the jury is out on the Chef. Like my alma mater's boys team, he could be "one and done."
We settled into a couch with our gnocchi, then watched an episode of a show we'd been following. By then Mistress had stripped to a nighty. After we finished eating, her clean shaven folds became a bit of a distraction there on the couch next to me.... particularly since Mistress had not seen seen clear to unlock her cock just yet.
"I'm looking forward to that opportunity for worship, Mistress....."
"I'll bet you are, Slave....."
At least not for Slave.
Instead, Mistress had arranged an early evening date with one of her prospects from AM. We'll call him the Chef, because he had that job a while back. (Ironically, his real name is Jay too.... how many Jays are there out there?) There seemed some potential for connection based on his profile, and Mistress decided to cut to the chase and meet him at a local bar / restaurant not far from our house, rather than engage in a long and tedious cyber flirtation.
Suzanne will be happy to know that Mistress made clear what my status would be for the evening before she began primping for her little date.
"I want you in your cage, Slave...."
"No problem, Mistress."
We were both a little grimy after a day outside... there had been morning sex, of course. And a bike ride. Slave did some of his "field slave" activities - mowing the newly burgeoning lawn. And Mistress had spent some time out on our deck, collecting some early spring rays.
So Mistress was showering before her date, and I joined her, taking along that nasty little steel ringthat forms the base of my cage. It is a little easier to smush my cock and balls through it under the arm water of our shower than otherwise. Mistress watched the process with a little amusement.
"What an obedient Slave.... I'm glad I didn't have to remind you...."
Unfortunately, here was a little confusion about pre-date protocol, and Mistress called me on it as she applied her make-up.
"You didn't offer to worship, Slave...."
Oops.
"Well... I wasn't sure if it's good idea to take off your sexual edge before a date, Mistress...."
"Hmmmm.... " she gave a little snicker...."clever excuse Slave...."
Naturally, I offered to make amends for my oversight, but Mistress demurred....but she did make sure I was safely locked away and that I had turned over the key to the cage for her to conceal somewhere out of sight.
Of course, Mistress looked quite fetching as she left.... a summery black dress showing a tad of thigh, naked legs and sexy but not overly slutty shoes. And a turquoise scarf and some of her SW jewelry to add a little flash. I was sure the Chef would be impressed.
While Mistress was off on her date, I did our weekly grocery shopping, then sat down tow atch the Louisville / Shockers game... which sadly had an un-shocking ending. (At least we've avoided the All Big East Refugees Championship game.) I did get a text from Mistress letting me know all was well, and then, towards the end of the game, notice that she would be home soon for dinner.
When she arrived home I poured her a glass of wine, and began our dinner, some gnocchi with a sauce of my own creation.
"He was nice Slave.... tall....we had a lot to talk about.... he seemed very interested....but I am not sure I am attracted to him. "
There's no accounting for chemistry, is there?
"He wants to take me to dinner this week..... we'll see."
So I would say the jury is out on the Chef. Like my alma mater's boys team, he could be "one and done."
We settled into a couch with our gnocchi, then watched an episode of a show we'd been following. By then Mistress had stripped to a nighty. After we finished eating, her clean shaven folds became a bit of a distraction there on the couch next to me.... particularly since Mistress had not seen seen clear to unlock her cock just yet.
"I'm looking forward to that opportunity for worship, Mistress....."
"I'll bet you are, Slave....."
Friday, April 5, 2013
"Frighteningly Hot"
That was how Mistress described her prospective LL when she arrived at my office a little after 1:30 pm yesterday. Naturally, I had been curious about how things were proceeding, as I sat at my desk, locked away in my cage. She did give me a brief text message a few minutes before hand saying she was "on the way" after their 90 minutes over fish tacos.
I de-briefed her as I shut the door, slid the apolstered chair against it, and laid the maroon blanket across it's surface. Mistress had dressed quite nicely for her "date", a black dress showing knee and a tad of thigh, bare legs, and black heels.
Hot.
And as she wriggled out of her black undies and spread her legs, our conversation continued as I fell to my knees, though my lips and tongue were otherwise engaged.
"Yes, Slave.... he's pretty hot... and really doesn't seem to young for me."
"What's next, Mistress?"
"He wanted to get together with me tomorrow [Friday] but my schedule is just jammed.... so we decided he'd come by the house next Wednesday morning."
"Sounds like a good way to spend 'hump day' Mistress....."
"Mmmmm...... "
I wasn't sure if that sound was generated by the culmination of my oral attentions, or Mistress already considering her plans for Wednesday morning.
"Did he try to kiss you, Mistress...."
"No, but he did give me a hug goodbye out on the sidewalk. I guess I acted a little strange, but he said 'what's the big deal.... I'm going to be fucking you by Wedneday...."
"I suppose he had a point, Mistress....."
"Plus what's strange about giving a business acquaintaince a little hug...."
But last night, after some worship, a bike ride and post- bike ride sex I did notice Mistress sorting through the photos on her eye phone.
"Hmmm.... I just can't seem to find that cock shot he sent, Slave....."
Hope she found it. It would be rude to act as if they'd never been introduced cum Wednesday.
I de-briefed her as I shut the door, slid the apolstered chair against it, and laid the maroon blanket across it's surface. Mistress had dressed quite nicely for her "date", a black dress showing knee and a tad of thigh, bare legs, and black heels.
Hot.
And as she wriggled out of her black undies and spread her legs, our conversation continued as I fell to my knees, though my lips and tongue were otherwise engaged.
"Yes, Slave.... he's pretty hot... and really doesn't seem to young for me."
"What's next, Mistress?"
"He wanted to get together with me tomorrow [Friday] but my schedule is just jammed.... so we decided he'd come by the house next Wednesday morning."
"Sounds like a good way to spend 'hump day' Mistress....."
"Mmmmm...... "
I wasn't sure if that sound was generated by the culmination of my oral attentions, or Mistress already considering her plans for Wednesday morning.
"Did he try to kiss you, Mistress...."
"No, but he did give me a hug goodbye out on the sidewalk. I guess I acted a little strange, but he said 'what's the big deal.... I'm going to be fucking you by Wedneday...."
"I suppose he had a point, Mistress....."
"Plus what's strange about giving a business acquaintaince a little hug...."
But last night, after some worship, a bike ride and post- bike ride sex I did notice Mistress sorting through the photos on her eye phone.
"Hmmm.... I just can't seem to find that cock shot he sent, Slave....."
Hope she found it. It would be rude to act as if they'd never been introduced cum Wednesday.
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