Re- Inaugural Switch Day

With our cute Co-Eds away over the weekend, there were no excuses when it came to re-inaugurating switch day traditions here at our new/old digs. And since the house has an equestrian theme, well why not break out the riding crop?

After some morning paper and blog reading, Mistress reluctantly allowed her slave (Dom for the day) to lock the red cuffs on her dainty wrists. I always like the way they match her elegant nail polish.

She was rolled onto her tummy, and her wrists were spread and secured in place.  When I saw how seductive she looked with legs eschew, I decided to ditch the spread eagle effect, and let her squirm away as I applied the crop to that creamy skin at her bottom. 

Of course, there is always a mix of pleasure with the pain on switch day. So - eventually - Mistress was rewarded with her favorite power tool, wedged between her thighs. She squirmed against it as I layered on some more slaps with the crop and swats with my palm as she worked herself into a frenzy.

Was it cruel of me to threaten to turn off the Hitachi just as she was getting close to a cum?

"Why would you do that Slave?"

The desperation in her voice was so compelling I decided not to throw that particular switch.

Soon she was begging for permission to come. And who would I be to deny her?

Her ass was so compelling that I elected to take her from behind, thrusting with gusto and enjoying those moans of delight from Mistress. We may have frightened the cats.

When the dust settled, the verdict was positive.

"That was a good one, Slave...."

Mistress and Slave Resettlement

My how time flies when you're not posting on your sex blog!

I realized this morning that it's been a whole week since we updated our devoted readers on developments here in River City.

Moving really does suck. And the notion of "downsizing" is particularly challenging when you have two cute Co-Eds that are in denial about the whole thing.

What was it about: "sweethearts, your rooms are smaller and there is less closet space" that they didn't understand?"

Of course, I will not be critical of Mistress, because Slave will deserve a punishment.

Then there are two cats being "new house broken".  One definitely has to look where you are walking around here. There is nothing like the squish of a cat turd between your bare toes.

I was thinking about doing a top ten list titled "You know you have too much stuff when.....", but the process of editing was giving me a headache.

Not that I am an innocent bystander: I am already regretting not throwing away more of my collection of mismatched coffee cups. I'm the only one who drinks coffee here, and you only need one at a time right?  And  albums: who needs two versions of "Sergeant Pepper"? (The original scratched up one from 1967 or so, and a "remastered" English version?) Then there are family heirlooms: my grandfather's pictures of war torn France from WWI; a great grandmother's trunk from Ireland. Photos of my grandfather's farm in upstate NY. I've held onto them. But who the heck will want to retrieve them from this old attic when I'm tired of moving them? Or not moving at all?

It is nice to be in our new/old bedroom. Slave lived here 3-4 nights a week for a while when the rest of the crowd was in Florida. Mistress visited occasionally. But it was more  a bachelor pad then. Now it may be a tad more crowded with "stuff", but feels much more like home, particularly with Mistress beside me every night.

And it's a lot more tranquil than out old house/neighborhood, particularly this weekend. Cute Co-Ed #1 is on a round trip visiting friends; Cute Co-Ed #2 is on summer camp in NYC for two months. (She calls it an "internship"). So Mistress and Slave have time to unpack, as well as spend a little more time in bed, without concerns about thin walls and ambient noise.

Friday night we went to our old/new swim club, ran into old friends, who invited us over for an impromptu dinner. with kids away, no one was asking us "what's for dinner?", so we could easily change plans.

Last night it was a walk to the local ice cream parlor and the next door movie theatre, before heading home to our empty nest. Plus some worship before bedtime.

We definitely can get used to this.

So you will excuse me if I stop blogging and begin my preparations for a proper switch day. won't you?

Relocated

Mistress and her humble Slave have been resettling this weekend after our big "downsizing" move, back to an historic home closer into town than the original UCTMW World HQ. It's a place we've owned for about 10 years but had rented out for a while. But not as spacious or as accommodating for a family of 4.  Cute Co-Ed #2 (who turns 21 in a few weeks) got the message as she was unpacking all her stuff before heading to a grown up summer camp in NYC for the next 2 months:

"This really isn't a house for 4 people, is it?"

"No honey, it isn't. Do you really plan on living with your parents much longer?"

The move was arduous. 8 men and 4 trucks. Really. But they weren't big trucks, if that counts.

And we moved more stuff than we really needed. But as the Neil Sedaka oft sang: "breaking up (with stuff) is hard to do...." So we have it all a little longer, and our seemingly spacious attic now looks like a cramped consignment shop.

Today we headed back to the swim club we habituated many weekends between 1998 and 2004. Creatures of habit, we spread our towels in the same corner of the sunning patio as we had 10 years earlier. Sitting next to us were the same folks we last saw there 10 years ago, and they acted as if we just saw them last August. Very Deja Vu. 

With both daughters home over the weekend, and a thin wall separating us from the daughter who Mistress embarrassed last week with her "let's have sex" announcement, Mistress and Slave had to develop more stifled sexual stylings. That involved playing some music and suppressing our moans of passion this morning.

But it was good to break in the new / old bedroom once again. And as you can see from the photo, it's nice to get back into the habit of our pre-dinner Sunday afternoon nap.

Mistress Steps In It.

It's our last night in the UCTMW World HQ. At least the original one. After the blitzkrieg drive back from DC on Monday, it's been non-stop packing, working, and shuttling our delicate items to the new, semi-downsized pad in a more central and hip part of town.

Our cute Co-Eds have been relatively co-operative, though the younger one still has a whole lot of packing to do in her disaster of a room, with the movers coming at crack of dawn tomorrow.

Sadly, Mistress and Slave have barely had time for sex these last few days. Other than a stop at my office for worship on Tuesday afternoon, things have been pretty dry since we climbed in the car in DC on Monday morning.

But things were looking good this evening, after we attended a closing and made one more shuttle to the new house with a variety of items, including our bag of "toys" that I discretely slid into the back of our new closet.  At around 7 pm, the girls announced they were filling up the station wagon with some of their own items and driving over to the new house.  Finally,  it seemed as if a window of opportunity had opened.

But Mistress was a little too cocky when she called out from downstairs to her slave....

"Amazing. Both girls gone.... let's have sex.....!"

Then there was another voice - cute Co-Ed #2.

"I haven't left yet."

I'm not sure who was more embarrassed. Mistress. Or our daughter.

Can you imagine the conversation the two of them had once they pulled out of the driveway?

Don't worry. Despite the walk of shame Mistress had up the stairs after she realized her blunder, once we confirmed that both were gone, we did not let the opportunity pass us by.