Mistress Multitasks

It was a "tough" first day here at our SW Hideaway. First, some lovely wake-up sex in our bed, with the big sunrise view of our mountain. Of course, there was also some work via computer and phone to attend to, but not too much.

Then a trip up the mountain. Thin crowds. Better snow than out last visit here at the end of February. The ski season is petering out with some nice sunshine.

We took it easy, getting in some turns. Stopping for some designer hot chocolate, then bolting back to the hideaway around 1:30 pm for what Mistress saw as the highlight of her day - getting some sun on our patio after a long cold winter back in River City.  While I made some lunch, Mistress was already doing a conference call with a client. I found her with I-phone in hand, laptop open, and completely nakers.

Luckily the client did not insist on a Skype chat! He would have definitely gotten better value for that impressive hourly rate.

And do you think I can work a product placement deal with Apple?

Our Senior Correspondent Goes Pelvic

You'll be happy to know that Mistress and Slave made it to our SW hideaway safely last night. And fortunately for me, Mistress was in an indulgent mood. After I worshipped  clean shaven folds that were particularly musky after a long day of travel, she gave me the good news that my 40 or so hours of abstinence would not be extended until this morning.

When the dust settled after a sustained and successful assault by the work-a-day cock, Mistress seemed impressed. 

"Wow, Slave.... you must have been horny."

No doubt. It had been nearly two days, with an intervening date night for Mistress that Slave had to mull over, stoking those cuckold fires. 

But today's blog is devoted to a contribution by our Senior Correspondent, who can make even a trip to the doctor kinky: 

Long time no write. Well, I have been leaving pithy little comments here and there, but not really writing. The reason has to do with some on-going medical crap, but we're learning to deal and all is well.

I want to begin by sharing a personal insight: whether a submissive is healthy or ill, they are still submissive with all the needs, wants, and meaning wrapped up in those words. We continue to desire spankings, floggings, blindfolds, hot wax, and all the rest, as well as the opportunity to serve orally and physically. Of course you should check in to be sure your sub is up for it, but don't good Doms do that anyway? As for me, right now I really need a solid spanking, some anal sex and a butt plug, even yearn for it. And from the look on Bill's face when I threw a bit of snark his direction during breakfast this morning, my needs may be met quite soon. 


Speaking of anal sex and butt plugs, if those words bother you, perhaps you should skip today's blog. I will be covering, or uncovering, if you would rather, some information related to butts in an up close and personal way. 

On Monday, I had an appointment with a specialist who informed me that now is the time to see someone about bowel retraining. Immediately, those little questions that pop up for me at the most unfortunate times began running in circles through my brain. How does one retrain a bowel? I'm envisioning a lion tamer with a whip and chair yelling, "Back, back, I say!" Next question, who in the heck does that for a living? And really, does any child ever sit at the dinning room table and announce to their parents that when they grow up they want to be a bowel trainer? More and more questions came to mind, but Bill was watching my face and gave me his best staring from under the eyebrows look so I would understand he knew I was about to ask some of my "special" questions, and that he would prefer I not. 

So I didn't, but I must have made a face, because then the doctor informed me that the procedure would be "rather invasive" and he hoped it wouldn't upset me. I assured him that I wouldn't be upset and might even get a bit of a thrill, you never know. He sat there for a moment with a straight face, did a blink-blink, and then burst out laughing. Hey, as long as you can share a smile and a laugh, it's all good. Right?

Later that day, when the clinic called to set up my appointment, the girl on the phone had a very heavy accent. Just to be sure I understood who was calling, I asked whether she was calling from the bowel clinic. Her voice became very clipped as she informed me that the correct terminology is pelvic health clinic. That made me laugh, it's a lovely euphemism but no matter what it's called, the same procedures were going to take place. 

I headed out to my pelvic health appointment with my favorite hand sanitizer and a large can of Lysol spray in my backpack. I am happy to say the only thing painful about the appointment was the amount of paperwork I had to fill out. I suppose if you've never had anal sex or spent time with a decently sized butt plug you might considered it invasive, but I just continued visiting with the technician as she did her work, wondering when things were going to get ramped up. They didn't. The only unpleasantness had to do with the technician. Let me just say that I really think people in this line of work should refrain from gesticulating wildly while both hands are gloved and one hand still in a very warm location. I believe that was the first time in my life I have sincerely hoped that it was spit or little tidbits of leftovers from lunch being spat upon my back. 

The actual retraining involves bio-feedback. A device that looks like a tiny little wired dildo is inserted in the back door, attached to some monitors, and the retraining begins. I think on my next visit I'm going to take a decent size butt plug from my personal stash and see if she can't wire it up so I can get better results sooner!

Who knew BDSM would be so helpful, medically speaking?

Senior Correspondent,
Donna

Thanks, Donna. Please keep our readers up to date on how the therapy goes, and whether you can make the gesticulating therapist blush before you are done. Since you live down in the bible belt, I'm wondering if your therapy will be tricked out with something like this:

SW Bound

I can hear the groans already. (Or it might be more eye rolling from the complacent cuckolders over at All Mine.)

Yes, Mistress and her devoted slave are headed once again to our SW hideaway to catch the tail end of the ski season and some early spring high altitude rays. (Watch here for some risque sunbathing pics over the next few days, you HNT afficianados).

We're parked at DFW airport, waiting once again for our connecting flight, giving slave a little time to post an update.

You will be happy to know that Mistress stepped out again last night for a little bon voyage action with her lover.

"He wanted me to spend the night, Slave....but...."

She did have another ridiculously early meeting this morning. So she came home to me. I was grateful to have her back in our bed at the UCTMW World HQ by 10:30 pm or so. And although she apparently had her fair share of action, I was rewarded for staying awake  by an opportunity for some after action worship.

"Don't you want a taste, Slave?"

Who could resist.

I took my time savoring her clean shaven folds, which were somewhat damper and more pliant than I might find on a typical graze after a day apart.

I made sure to savor my opportunity, using tongue and lips to slowly work Mistress up to her final cum of the evening.

Of course, she had no need for the work-a-day cock at that point. And that early morning meeting precluded a chance for some pre-travel wake up sex.  But I suspect there will be more than a few opportunities to make up for my sad denial (another 40 hours of abstinence, all in one week!) over the next ten days in our version of paradise.

Patience has it's reward.

Mistress and Slave Reunited

As Slave was heading to work on Tuesday morning, Mistress was unwinding herself from an evening in her lover's bed, and heading home to refresh and get ready for her own work day. But she was able to stop by my office mid-afternoon for some enticing worship. Down on my knees, head buried between her thighs as she sat on the "throne" pressed against my office door, Slave could reflect on how much I had missed her in our lonely bed the night before.

At home by 6:30 pm we had a brief meeting with our realtor (we're getting ready to 'downsize'), but all Slave could think about was the chance for some reunion sex once we shooed our guest out the door.

Fortunately, the paper work did not take too long. And Mistress was still in her peek-a-boo tights, allowing for some quick and easy access....

After a round of oral devotions Mistress finally gave her horny Slave the "all access pass", which was quickly put to good use.  But I was gentle.

"Are you sore, Mistress...."

"Yes, Slave .... though thigh muscles are pretty tight ...."

The convenient aperture in those tights made for a convenient entry point, and Slave gently but persistently used the tool that had been locked away for safe keeping the day before.

When the dust settled after Mistress gave me permission to cum, she seemed impressed.

"Wow, Slave.... you seemed pretty horny...."

"Well it had been nearly 56 hours,  Mistress.... what would you expect?"

(But who's counting?)

The moral of this story is that while I surely miss Mistress when she is away for a date night in another man's bed, the reunion sex is always very, very hot.

Absence not only makes the heart grow fonder. It also makes the work-a-day cock harder.