Switch Day Interruptus

Mistress and Slave were engaged in full switch day rituals here in our empty (if only for the weekend) nest. Her wrists were bound to the corners of the bed with those red leather cuffs. Her ankles were spread as well, using soft beach towel strips.

There was kanoodling, stroking, and even a little spanking as I "coerced" from her the naughty details of her Friday night sex marathon with a lover who shall not be named.

"Haven't we been through all this before, Slave?"

"What sort of interrogator settles for the first version of some sordid story, Mistress?"

Ultimately I deployed her favorite power tool - which apparently had been utilized in the wee hours here Saturday morning - to tease, frustrate, and ultimately provide he with the cum she seemed so desperate for that I had her begging.

Now it was time for Slave to "cash in", and I was working on a from the rear entry when her I-phone rang.

Damn.

Normally this rude interruption would be ignored, but with two daughters on the road - one at some crazy music festival, fatherly duty prevailed to make sure all were safe.

But....it was our Western Correspondent.... the WC.... who we'd not heard from in weeks due to some health problems. I wasn't inclined to blow him off, so I picked up, and even untied Mistress so she could talk to him.

"Slave's got me all tied up for switch day, Mike."

It seems he is home, not completely well, but hopefully on the mend. We hope he'll be back to full strength soon. The lubricant industry is counting on him to hit their ambitious annual sales targets for the year!

By now, my work-a-day cock was hardly of much use, so I rebound Mistress's wrists - this time in front - and compelled her to use her considerable oral skills to restore to its former glory. Soon I was back in action, this time plowing forward from above when.... you guessed it.... the phone rang again.

This time it was music fest girl.... was there some emergency that had her up before noon? We had to check.

"Can you buy me an I-phone charger today.... mine broke...."



Uhhh..... no.  No shopping expeditions planned for electronica this Sunday.



"Just stop at  a truck stop in the drive home.... they are fully stocked."




With this "emergency" handled, Slave as once again less than fully armed to resume the task at hand.




Luckily, Mistress was in no position to deny me the stimulative attention of her lush mouth one more time. And there were no more interruptions before I was .... finally..... granted permission to bring this oft interrupted mission to its fitting end.

At least I got the merit badge for persistence!

MIstress Crash

For Mistress it had been a tough week.... fly back from half way round the planet (well at least it was in Business class), try to re-orient to a 12 hr. time shift, hit the ground running after a week away. Then... her birthday and our anniversary, her Slave heading off for a three night business trip, and a late night into early morning sex marathon Friday night.

When she picked me up at the airport early Saturday afternoon, she had on one of those shape hugging tie-dye dresses with no bra underneath.

"I took a double loop bike ride this morning Slave.... then crashed out on the deck for a while.... sorry, but no shower yet.... is that gross?"

"Just the opposite, Mistress",  I said, embracing her at curbside, "I'm looking forward to all those accumulated flavors."

We had plans to celebrate our Anniversary and her dinner that evening, but there were a few free hours open in our empty (for the weekend) nest.  We rested a bit, then Mistress allowed her three days chaste Slave to savor those clean shaven folds.....

"Am I too gamey, Slave...."

"Ummmmmm....."

I came up briefly for air.

"No, Mistress, just right gamey...." 

I've never been into all those pretentious adjectives the wine "experts" use to describe the flavors of some overpriced Pinot Noir.  "A hint of raspberry.... the subtle aroma of burning peat.... "you know the drill.

So I won't try to overdo..... let's just say there was the salty, musky flavors that had accumulated from a night of cuckold delight, followed by some vigorous exercise in our hot River City humidity.

Lovely, as far as I was concerned.

After Mistress succumbed to my attentions, and then indulged her Slave, she only had a few more words....

"Wake me at 6:45 Slave.... I'm exhausted....."

 Could you blame her? She was so out of it that she never heard me snapping pictures of her....

Details Embargoed

As Slave was finishing up his business here in the Land of Enchantment, and headed for a night at a dreary airport motel for my early flight this morning, Mistress was exercising her contractual rights.

But for reasons that are a little embarrassing, there was a surprise in store for her. Let's just say I didn't here from her until around 2 am her time, when she and a person not to be identified called it a night.

"That was quite a night Slave... I feel like I just rode a camel."

And Mistress, after her trip to the mysterious east, knows of camels. Well not "knows" in that sense, but you get my drift.

This morning as I updated her on my flight, she sent this photo of the detritus left behind after her very busy evening. Tequila for two. Plus some powered assistance.

Seems like Mistress found other ways to amuse herself with Slave off on this too long and poorly timed business trip.

But, at least until the embargo is lifted, what happened in the UCTMW Executive Suite, stays in the UCTMW Executive Suite.

Let's just say I'm very much looking forward to my time to share the same bed this afternoon.

Wherefore art though, Suzanne?

We've been wondering where our friendly  competitors over at All Mine have been lately. Their posts have dwindled to a slow trickle. We miss them. 

Then last night as Slave was walking back to my lonely room here in the Land of Enchantment  I stumbled on this image. Could the mysterious Suzanne have given up her promising academic and blogging career simply to become a model?